My spirit of Douluo is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda

Chapter 125 Ditian's Lonely

"Boom!" The two attacks collided and died together in an instant, turning into a loud noise, and a terrifying force emanated from the center of their collision.

Although the seven orifices that were shaken by the aftermath would not bleed, he still took a step back with his right foot to stabilize his figure and resist the aftermath.

Unlike Ning Bai, Di Tian and the Weeping Blood White Tiger were not shaken by the aftermath of the collision.

They had been staring blankly at each other for a long time, Ditian couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart.

But the Weeping Blood White Tiger has fierce eyes, it is more sure of what it thinks, it is not as strong as imagined!

Glancing at Ning Bai who was steadying his figure, Di Tian looked at the Weeping Blood White Tiger staring at him, and couldn't help feeling angry.

"Roar!" An angry dragon chant resounded through the entire Star Dou Forest, heading straight into the sky.

Ning Bai suddenly found that the scales on his collarbone were emitting light, and the energy was violent, which made him feel very close.

Its body was fully irradiated, and in an instant, its originally solid figure became more solid.

The light went out, and the scales returned to calm again.Ning Bai could feel that the energy contained in the scales was rapidly dissipating.

If it hadn't used this scale, Ning Bai would have almost forgotten the existence of such a thing.

This is Ni Lin given to him by Ditian, not only to save his life at the critical moment, but also to keep him from playing tricks and keep him as a backup.

Di Tian lowered his head and looked at his body, sighed faintly, and said in a tone of embarrassment, "Oh, my strength has really retreated by more than a little bit now~"

It extracted the energy stored in Ni Lin, and it only discovered now that because of the sacrifice, it has already merged with Ning Bai, and it has now become a martial soul.

With the strength of its own soul, it is not enough for it to use the various tricks it used to have. In other words, it is weak.

It has not been so inseparable from an opponent for a long time, especially when it is still faintly at a disadvantage.

Because it has been in the top position for a long time, it naturally forms pride, and it cannot accept this fact.

So much so that it didn't hesitate to risk being cheated, and let it understand that its title of beast god is not just for bragging.

And Ning Bai, at this time, also noticed that the energy in the cold reverse scale on his collarbone had become much weaker.

This made him not only happy, he would not break his promise, but he was still unhappy with this thing like a time bomb, his life was equivalent to handing over to others.

This energy weakened, at least it didn't make him feel as scary as before, so he took a deep breath.

Afterwards, the two entangled each other again, and the scene was once very gorgeous, with various winking energy beams and endless attack methods.

Ning Bai, the audience, was very dazzled.

But reality should prove that Jiang is still old and hot, and a thin camel is bigger than a horse.

When everything calmed down and Ning Bai was able to see the scene clearly again, the battle situation inside had changed.

Up and down, the body of the Weeping Blood White Tiger on the ground trembled slightly. Although its limbs had been standing firmly on the ground for a long time, the traces of blood on its body betrayed it.

Seeing it staring at him, the tiger's eyes were still full of killing intent, as if it wanted to eat him alive.

Ditian didn't make any movements, just watched it quietly, to be precise, he looked down on it, like a king aloft, looking down on a monarch from a foreign country condescendingly.

At this moment, the majesty of the superior on it is undoubtedly revealed, the kind of impulse that makes others want to surrender to it and worship it.

Ning Bai didn't have those urges, maybe it was because they were integrated into one body now, it was his own martial soul.

However, its domineering sideways, overlooking the majesty of all living beings made him speechless.

"What a strong aura!" Ning Bai couldn't help but marvel at it in his heart.

It's not that he has never met a high-ranking person, Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but his aura is as gentle as jade, just like him, without much arrogance.

And Sword Douluo, or Bone Douluo, doesn't have its aura to be domineering.

With a premonition in the corner of his eyes, he saw that the surrounding flowers and plants, as well as the densely overgrown woods, seemed to bow their heads for it.

The flowers and plants swayed their bodies and lowered their bodies slightly, while the towering trees that had existed for an unknown number of years swayed their own branches and made a rattling sound.

Not understanding why it suddenly became so strong, the Weeping Blood White Tiger had a hint of remorse in his heart.

If I knew this earlier, I should have escaped after knocking it back.

It just wants to slap itself twice now, why is it obsessed with desire, why does it want to defeat it and become king...

However, it was too late, and it didn't think it was possible to mediate with it.

Besides, when it brought that human being here before, it saw that they were uninvited guests.

The struggle in the eyes only existed for a moment, and then disappeared, replaced by simplicity and cruelty.

Now that he has been offended, it's better to kill the grass and roots!

It moved, and its body rushed out like a flash of red lightning, but the direction was not Ditian on that day, but Ning Bai on the ground!
It had discovered it before, and every time it attacked and defended, it would take special care of him and protect him intentionally.

Its spiritual intelligence is inferior to that of some bloodlines, and it is not far behind the soul beasts that rely on great opportunities to reach 10 years, even a little bit smarter than them.

But in order to confuse Ditian, it didn't rush towards him immediately, and the figure suddenly rushed towards Ditian.

It was flying like lightning, and Di Tian obviously didn't expect it to be so scheming, so he just raised his huge tail, ready to hit it.

"Huh! Whoosh!" With a gust of wind, as if tearing the air, there was a sound of piercing, and the huge tail slapped it.

And at this moment, it stopped the figure suddenly, as if completely ignoring the impact of inertia, it twisted its body abruptly, changed its direction, and swooped towards Ning Bai who was watching them on the ground.

Although he was fascinated by watching the play, Ning Bai still paid attention to it, so when he saw it suddenly changed direction, he immediately reacted.

The eight spider lances on the back suddenly came out of the clothes, eight extremely black, like spider legs, with thorns on each root, instantly blocked in front of him.

Ditian's tail was empty, and when he saw it rushing towards him cunningly, he felt anxious.

But before it got angry, it froze, staring blankly at the eight spider-like things on his body.

"This is... a soul bone?" Di Tianwu couldn't believe it.

"Ah!" A shrill, miserable voice sounded from Ning Bai in an instant.

However, the scream was not from Ning Bai, but from the weeping blood white tiger who didn't talk about martial arts.

(End of this chapter)