Douluo’s God Level Selection

The black magic eye suddenly shot out a cloud of thick black mist, which appeared in front of it, forming a black shield, blocking in front of it.

"Ding ding ding!"

Immediately there was a sound of clashing swords and swords, and countless divine feather swords attacked the black shield in front of the black demon eye, shooting out a beam of precious light!

Tens of thousands of divine feather swords formed a gorgeous river of flying swords in the air, attacking continuously, and after a while, cracks appeared on the black shield.

Yuchen's eyes suddenly shot out a mass of light, a black flashed out from his eyes, and immediately black runes shot out from his eyes, filling half of the sky in an instant, and the black magic The eyes are imprisoned in mid-air.

"Crack...crack!"

Then the black magic shield finally couldn't withstand the bombardment of the boundless divine feather sword, and suddenly shattered countless black magic energy in the city, dissipating in the sky.

However, Yuchen's Mantian Shenyu sword released was still endless, with the killing intent to destroy the stars, and continued to stab at the black magic eye exuding infinite magic.

"Buzz!"

I saw countless bursts of precious light burst out, the black magic eyes were bathed in endless sword light, and the magic energy in my body was constantly being wiped out.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yuchen showed a smug smile. Although the black magic eyes were the eyes of an ancient devil, it was still not enough to resist the attacks of thousands of divine feather swords.

The black demonic eye has been cut into invisible form, shrunk down to the size of a fist, and the demonic energy in his body is no longer there, and the arrogance of the previous demonic eye is no longer there.

"go!"

Yuchen took out the Yuanmu cauldron that he had subdued before, threw out the Yuanmu tripod with a low shout, and went straight to the magic eye.

The Yuanmu cauldron released a mass of thick yellow light, enveloping the black magic eye that had no resistance. The black magic eye still wanted to struggle, but it was helpless under the suppressing force of the Yuanmu tripod.

The Tsing Yi Qi Ling in the Yuanmu cauldron stretched out his hand, and a strong suction burst out of the Yuanmu cauldron, sucking the black magic eye into the Yuanmu cauldron.

"Shua!"

The Yuanmu tripod returned to Yuchen's hands. Yuchen looked at the black magic eyes that were constantly colliding with Yuanmu tripod, and was a little surprised. The mother tripod suppresses it.

Seeing Yuchen successfully suppressing the black magic eye, Xiao Wu smiled happily.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing looked at Yuchen's elegant figure, and their eyes were shining with admiration.

Yuchen then turned his gaze to the Huatian Bowl that had gradually calmed down, and the demon leader no longer struggled with his arms and body, and was about to dive into the lake again.

Yuchen frowned slightly. If the Huatian bowl submerged into the lake again, it would not be easy to collect it again.

Yuchen didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately shot, the sound of dragon chant echoed loudly.

A total of eighteen golden dragons suddenly roared out from behind Yuchen.

The Eighteen Palms of the Subduing Dragon struck directly at the Huatian Bowl in the air!

The eighteen-day golden dragon slammed into the bowl of Huatian with a force that broke the sky.

The Huatian Bowl trembled suddenly in the air, and the power to suppress the remaining arm of the demon below was weakened a lot.

The demon leader's residual arm seemed to sense an opportunity, and the hidden magic power suddenly exploded again, and the demonic energy shot out from the sky, rushing, rushing towards the bowl of Huatian!

An old man with a long beard slowly emerged from the Huatian bowl.

The old man looked at Yuchen in front of him with deep eyes, with a deep look of surprise in his eyes.

"Who are you? Why did you do it to me?"

The old man actually uttered words, and the words were transmitted to Yuchen's mind very clearly.

This old man is the artifact spirit of the Huatian Bowl. Obviously, the artifact spirit of the Huatian Bowl is much stronger than that of the Yuanmu Cauldron, and he can already use his soul power to talk directly to Yuchen.

After all, they are all artifact spirits that existed in ancient times. If they communicate with Yuchen, the language is different. The best way is to communicate directly with the soul.

"You are the Artifact Spirit of Huatian Bowl? I am Yuchen, and I will be your future master."

Yuchen also used the power of the soul to transmit the voice.

A look of anger suddenly appeared on the old man's face. Although he was only a weapon spirit, he had survived for countless years, so he was naturally proud.

Now Yuchen, a brat, actually directly stated that he was his master.

"Young man, I admit that you are very good, but it is not enough to want to be my master."

The old man's serious voice reached Yuchen's mind.

"I know what you're worried about. Don't worry about the broken arm of the demon you suppressed. I can solve him."

Yuchen showed a faint smile and said confidently.

Immediately, Yuchen took out the Yuanmu tripod and summoned the Tsing Yi spirit of the Yuanmu tripod.

"Master, why summon Xiaoqing?"

The Tsing Yi Artifact Spirit was summoned again and asked respectfully.

"Young girl! It turns out that you have become the weapon spirit of Yuanmu cauldron, and you were subdued by this kid. No wonder the magic eye escaped from the trap and wanted to save this demon's crippled arm."

Before Yuchen opened his mouth, Qi Ling, the old man in Huatianwan, opened his eyes wide and said in surprise.

Qi Ling in Tsing Yi looked at the old man Qi Ling with a thoughtful look.

"You know each other?"

Yu Chen asked suspiciously.

"Well, master, he looks familiar, but I can't remember it."

Tsing Yi lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

Yuchen heard the words and looked at the Huatian bowl spirit, wanting to see what he had to say.

"It's no wonder that in the battle of the gods, like many of us, you chose to become a weapon spirit to survive, but you may have lost part of your memory."

The old man Qi Ling sighed.

There was indeed a flash of light in Yuchen's eyes. Are these weapon spirits not weapon spirits, but powerful men from ancient times?

But they are so strong, they can only rely on the method of becoming a weapon spirit, and they survived, which is enough to see the tragedy of the original war.

"Is it Yuchen? Since you are able to subdue the young girl, you must have extraordinary strength. The old man sees that you are destined, so he recognizes you as the master, but I have one request, you must help me suppress the demon arm under me."

The old man then looked at Yuchen and said in a solemn tone.

"Can."

Yu Chen said without hesitation that he guessed what the old man's spirit was going to say from the very beginning, and it was nothing more than helping him suppress the crippled demon arm. Even if the old man didn't say anything, Yu Chen would do the same.

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, we people can finally see the sun again..."

The old man's spirit murmured softly, and immediately turned into a stream of light, condensing into a small bowl like white jade, this is the prototype of Huatian bowl!

Yuchen understood in his heart, and forced a drop of blood essence from between his fingers, and dripped it onto the bowl of Huatian. Under the control of the old man's spirit, the blood was swallowed by the bowl of Huatian.

Yuchen felt that he had a special connection with Huatian Bowl, a faint smile hung on his face, and then he looked down at the constantly surging demonic energy, where the remnants of the demonic arm were constantly struggling!