Douluo's White Tiger Goddess

"Then let me help you."

Dai Yue murmured in his heart.

A dead, dark, sacred, powerful, and profound aura instantly lingered on Dai Yue's body, especially those deep, noble, dead, gray-gold eyes that were like the abyss of death.

Dai Yue's white hair instantly turned into a gray-white shawl, her two dragon beards and hair also turned into gray, and even the platinum-gold outfit on her body turned into dark gold. At this moment, Dai Yue was like a man in charge of death. Godly.

Dai Yue slowly raised his left hand, and a pure purifying power emerged from the palm of his hand. The dark and cold aura in Tang Ya's eyes instantly faded, and a flash of light flashed in Tang Ya's eyes when he looked at Beibei, who was leaning in his arms. A hint of pain.

"I'm sorry, Beibei, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Tang Ya apologized weakly, hugging Beibei tightly with one hand, and trying to use her soul power to stop Beibei's bleeding with the other hand, and Tang Ya's soul power contained The dark attribute evil also faded away, returning to its previous soul power, and the dark blue silver grass also turned into the ordinary blue silver grass before.

The soul power of Blue Silver Grass carries the wood attribute, which is very effective in recovering injuries.

Zhang Peng, who was missing a hand, rushed to the Soul Fighting Stage instantly. Huo Yuhao and the others also ran to the Soul Fighting Stage and quickly helped Tang Ya treat Beibei.

"The game is not over yet. Do you still want to compete? If not, then it will be deemed that the Tang Sect has lost." Zheng Zhan said.

"I surrender!"

Tang Ya admitted defeat without hesitation.

"Saint?" Zhang Peng did not approach Tang Ya, but kept a distance and asked.

"Scorpion Tiger Douluo, if you don't want to lose another arm, get out of my way! I want her!" Dai Yue changed his voice to that of the Evil-Eyed Saint King and threatened without hesitation. .

Dai Yue's voice echoed in this fighting spirit area. Zheng Zhan just wanted to say that the team's teachers or elders could not come up, so he quickly shut up.

Zhang Peng's body became frightened unconsciously, and he gave up on Tang Ya and fled quickly.

He was too familiar with that voice. It was the terrifying guy who almost killed him. His soul ring configuration was terrifying.

There are many figures in the audience who are ready to move.

Dai Yue suddenly thought of something.

"Listen up, evil soul masters of the Sun and Moon Empire. You actually dare to burn, kill, loot and commit all kinds of evil in the name of this god. When this god is completely revived, all of you evil soul masters who are the messengers of death will die. This is An invitation from Death.”

An inexplicable fear instantly surged into the hearts of everyone present. Everyone felt chills on their backs, and some were even scared to the point of peeing. When Dai Yue said this, he added the aura of his own death core, so everyone People feel that there is a God of Death staring at them behind them, and they can see the fear of death. Moreover, the air in the entire fighting spirit area is filled with the smell of death, and the temperature is extremely close to subzero. There is a biting chill, the fear of death, and the fear of death coming from God. A reminder invitation.

After Dai Yue finished speaking, he changed places to stay, but he remembered all the strange faces in the crowd before, because the aura of those people was the same as that of the evil soul master.

"The invitation from the God of Death is no joke, evil soul masters!" A trace of red murderous intent flashed in Dai Yue's eyes.

A short period of time has passed since Tang Ya returned. During this time, Tang Ya has been accompanying Beibei and taking care of him.

Huo Yuhao and He Caitou went to get rare metals to participate in the competition and have not returned yet.

At this time, Long Xiaoyao, Du Bushui, and Xuanzi were in the sky above the Imperial Palace of the Sun and Moon Empire. They were facing each other. Then Du Bushui and Xuanzi attacked Long Xiaoyao directly. Three kinds of soul power fluctuations appeared in the sky, green and earthy. , dark (the darkness is not obvious because it is night)

The three of them collided with each other in the sky, but a pair of two dragons Xiaoyao still had the upper hand.

"How about it? Can you keep it longer?"

Dai Yue asked in his mind on the streets high in the sky.

"No problem! With two divine cores, the power has a carrier, and the battle can last for at least an hour." The Evil Eye Saint King responded.

"That's good. Orange and Dong'er have made arrangements. Let's make a big fuss next."

In an instant, a total of six soul rings of red gold, magic red, golden red, golden red, golden red, and golden red slowly rose up, and Dai Yue's aura instantly reached the level of an extreme Douluo.

The dark golden tiger claw was grasped in the air, and a long-handled sickle exuding a dark aura instantly appeared in Dai Yue's hand, but Dai Yue's whole body was covered in black smoke, as if it was a ball of black gas.

Dai Yue jumped into the air and headed towards Long Xiaoyao.

"Who?"

Long Xiaoyao dodged a ray of cold light and shouted sternly.

"grim Reaper!"

The hoarse voice simply answered with two words, and the huge dark scythe slashed directly towards his head.

Du Buushi and Xuanzi were a little surprised. They didn't expect someone to come to help. But is the soul ring missing?Why are there only six?What the hell is that red gold one?Has the soul ring mutated?

"The God of Death? Are you the God of Death who can give invitations to evil soul masters? The guy who massacred our evil soul masters recently?" Long Xiaoyao instantly knew who this God of Death was. There was a big black light in his hand, and the darkness in the black dragon claws The strength slightly resisted the attack of the dark scythe.

"That's right, it's Gu. You evil soul masters really don't know what the heavens and the earth are. You're a bunch of scum, and you still do all kinds of evil under the name of your own god, burning, killing, looting, damn it!"

A faint trace of divinity emerged in the black mist, and a hint of horror flashed in Long Xiaoyao's eyes. He was really a god, no, or the inheritor of the God of Death!So is this completing the divine test?

"Stop your stupid thoughts mortal! I am the God of Death, not the inheritor."

A huge shadow holding a sickle and wearing a dark gold and black robe instantly appeared behind Dai Yue. A pair of gray-gold eyes lit up, looking down at all living beings, looking at everything in the world as ants, looking like a master.

Long Xiaoyao was horrified at this moment. He was really a god, not a fake. In other words, this god of death had not long since recovered, because many evil soul masters were targeted by him with the title of messenger of the god of death.

But Du Bushui and Xuanzi are not taking action anymore, because Long Xiaoyao seems to be unable to defeat the other party, and has been suppressed and beaten by the other party. Indeed, Long Xiaoyao's dark power will be forcibly plundered by Dai Yue and become his. Part of the power, so Long Xiaoyao was quite frustrated.

Dai Yue danced the Dark Holy Scythe as if he was performing. Cold light passed through the air, and even the space was cut into cracks. Long Xiaoyao now did not dare to touch the blade of the black scythe, and could only passively defend himself against the opponent. The more he fights, the braver he gets, and there is no chance to fight back. This fighting spirit is too ruthless.

Not giving him a chance at all, Long Xiaoyao couldn't even use his soul skills. He was the only one who used Absolute Guai Cai, while Du Bushu and Xuanzi stepped back a lot and started watching the show directly.

"Dark Cut!"

Suddenly, a golden sharp light hung on the dark sickle. The golden light passed by, and the smell of blood came out of Long Xiaoyao's body, which meant that he was injured...