Di Wuming did not expect that Di Wuming would directly sacrifice the dragon soul and condense it into a giant dragon.
Obviously, Di Lingtian's dragon soul is much stronger than him.
It was so powerful that Di Lingtian's dragon soul could directly tear his vortex into pieces, and it was so powerful that he had to change his position to avoid it.
Di Lingtian didn't answer, and the gray dragon soul flew out of the body again, condensing into the second, third, fourth, and fifth gray dragons, completely blocking any escape route Di Wuming had.
Di Lingtian grabbed the void with his big hand, and the black dragon spear appeared, turning into a black lightning and piercing the void, heading straight towards the front door of Emperor Wuming.
Di Wuming's face was solemn. He did not expect that Di Lingtian would have so many dragon souls that he could condense five giant dragons.
Emperor Wuming mobilized all the Yang Qi to merge with the Dragon Qi, hoping to launch the strongest attack to break through.
The black dragon spear arrived silently and instantly.
Di Wuming felt a chill in his heart and turned his head to avoid it as quickly as possible.
Di Lingtian's black dragon spear was so powerful that he couldn't be distracted while dodging, so he had to give up and use his strongest attack to break through. As a result, Di Lingtian was completely surrounded by five gray dragons and lost the chance to break out.
"hateful!"
Di Wuming gritted his teeth and refused to let him break through, so he would scatter these gray dragons and use his own strength to fight them out.
However, this wish was also a fantasy. Di Lingtian did not give him a chance to fight out.
Di Lingtian held a black spear in his hand and walked into the encirclement like a leisurely stroll. A gray dragon soul emerged on the black spear.
Di Lingtian finally fought against Di Wuming as Di Wuming wished.
Di Wuming only resisted for three minutes before being captured by Di Wuming.
"You! Di Lingtian, you don't have the Zhiyang Cyclone to help you practice the Wild Dragon Soul technique, and you don't have the Zhiyang Cyclone to help you improve your strength. Why are you still stronger than me!"
Dots of blood dyed Emperor Wuming's white clothes red, and a hideous wound snaked across his chest.
Di Wuming was grabbed by Di Lingtian's lapel, and the dragon energy in his body was locked up by Di Lingtian. All the Yang Qi was consumed in these three minutes.
Di Wuming's golden eyes were full of reluctance. He couldn't understand why he still lost to Di Lingtian, even though he had a transparent person to help him, a wilderness dragon soul, and the aura of the Sun.
"You were tricked, it's that simple."
Di Lingtian grabbed Di Wuming's lapel and glanced at him lightly.
The Wild Dragon Soul Technique, with the help of the Zhiyang Cyclone, is indeed very powerful. The Transparent Man can be said to have given the green light to Emperor Wuming.
Unfortunately, both of these are not as practical as obtaining the dragon souls of thousands of black dragons. The wilderness dragon souls are just simulating dragon souls with dragon energy, while the dragon souls that Di Lingtian obtained in the resting place are real dragon souls.
The difference between Di Wuming and Di Lingtian is the difference between the simulated dragon soul and the real dragon soul.
If you think that the transparent man treats Di Lingtian well, you are totally wrong.
When that person placed him in the resting place of the black dragon clan, he would not have thought that he could plunder all the dragon souls in the resting place.
That person would only think that it was great that Di Lingtian could obtain the dragon souls of three hundred black dragons.
If Di Lingtian only had 300 dragon souls, the real dragon souls would also be suppressed by the Yang Qi.
Fortunately, he was holding the black dragon spear refined by his family Huang'er.
When the Black Dragon Lord's true body was used to refine weapons, Jun Mohuang didn't even think about it, so he directly used the strongest part of the Black Dragon's body to tailor a black spear for him.
Thinking of Jun Mohuang, the corners of Di Lingtian's perfectly shaped lips curled up slightly, and a gentle look appeared in his blood-red eyes.
(End of chapter)