Chapter 638: Abyssal Spirit Emperor
"Okay, great!" The golden clothes on his body were fluttering, and the veins on the Spirit Emperor's forehead popped out. "Except for the Snow Emperor in the far north, you are the only human being who dares to talk to me like this."
"Do you really think that anyone in our abyssal plane can step on it?" The Spirit Emperor snorted coldly, terrifying energy burst out, and the huge aura slowly spread outward like ripples.
The soul power carried by this aura has already exceeded the limit of Ultimate Douluo.
"See the power of the abyss! Stupid humans."
"Mental deterrence."
The space around the Spirit Emperor suddenly trembled.
The still air also became anxious, and even the abyssal creatures, including birds and animals, fell from the sky one after another, lying on the ground with their heads down and trembling, unable to move.
However, the next moment.
But as if the stop button was pressed, the distorted space ripples were quickly smoothed out.
The original feeling of extreme oppression quickly faded away, and everything seemed to be quiet.
A sudden sound echoed in the air:
"Is this the mental power you're proud of? It's just mediocre."
"No, it's impossible. How could you not be affected?" Ling Emperor subconsciously took a step back and looked at Ning Rongrong who was speaking with incredible eyes.
According to the script, the opponent should be unable to move and fall from the sky. Even if he can survive, it will be barely possible.
Ning Rongrong saw the other party's expression as if he had seen a ghost and laughed softly: "When did you have the illusion that you are my opponent?"
"What?" The Spirit Emperor's pupils shrank and he backed away hundreds of meters, as if what he saw in front of him was not a human being but an ancient ferocious beast.
"Your mental deterrence is too far behind."
Ning Rongrong waved the glazed holy sword in her hand, a faint luster lingering on the transparent blade.
"The so-called spiritual power is a derivative of the soul, which is the power that can be released along with skills and physique."
There was a slight sword cry from the Glazed Holy Sword, and the energy between heaven and earth was compressed to the edge of the Glazed Holy Sword. As the sword danced, a "sizzling" friction sound was heard in the air.
"Sword Skill—Xu Beng Hao·Kaiwan Chang"
"laugh--"
The sword light was very faint, without many ripples.
But this simple swing of the sword, in the eyes of the Spirit Emperor, was like seeing the Holy Lord of the Abyss, so terrifying and so powerless.
"No, how is this possible! You are not a god at all, why do you have such power."
The Spirit Emperor's eyes widened, and he kept flapping the wings behind his back and quickly retreated, and uttered words from time to time in his mouth.
This is an invisible attack.
Only when one's spiritual power reaches a certain level can one feel its terror.
Not just the spirit, maybe even the soul can be obliterated.
"Damn it, why are there existences like you in the Douluo plane?"
Such power should not appear on the human plane at all.
That is a power that can definitely threaten God.
Locked by the terrifying sword energy, Emperor Ling could only grit his teeth and fight to the death.
His body quickly grew in size, turning into an abyssal spirit dragon that was over fifteen meters long.
The Abyss Spirit Dragon is the true body of the Spirit Emperor. Only in this state can it exert its greatest strength.
"Human brat, don't be so arrogant."
"Spirit Dragon True Form!" The Spirit Emperor, who transformed into the Abyss Spirit Dragon, quickly stabilized his body and roared loudly, as if this was the only way to get rid of the fear in his mind.
The dark clouds in the sky were rolling, and thunder was beating between the clouds from time to time.
Vast destruction and decay spread outwards with the Spirit Emperor as the center.
"Plane, Confinement"
The area in front appeared, including where Ning Rongrong stood, covered by a ring-shaped field.
Both Yuanli and the elements lost their power at this moment.
However, Emperor Ling was not happy yet.
"Ugh——"
His eyes showed unwillingness, and he spit out blood from his mouth.
"No, impossible!"
Several mouthfuls of blood spewed out of his mouth.
The Spirit Emperor flew backwards, and at the moment of contact, the Spirit Emperor felt as if his soul was being cut by countless sharp blades.
"I obviously weakened the power of the attack. Why can it still cause so much damage to me? This is unscientific."
The spirit emperor's vitality was declining rapidly.
"It turns out to be the true body!" Ning Rongrong commented with interest.
To be honest, Ning Rongrong didn't know much about the abyssal plane. At most, she only learned information from novels.
The abyss belongs to the abyss plane, and all abyss creatures projected over cannot be completely killed, as if they have resurrection points.
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However, the ontology is very different.
For example, the previous Emperor Kamai was just a convenience.
It is true that the current Spirit Emperor is very strong, but Ning Rongrong did not expect that he would actually be his true form.
Tens of thousands of years later, the Spirit Emperor was only half a step away from the god level. Due to the difference in strength, Ning Rongrong thought that the coming Spirit Emperor would be a clone.
"Do you have any last words?" Ning Rongrong let go of his senses and looked down at the entire Far North.
"Pfft!" Blood spurted out of his mouth, like the Spirit Emperor of Splatoon. He stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth with a look of resentment on his face.
"Don't think you won. Even if you beat me, you won't be the opponent of those two."
"The Abyss will definitely make a comeback. When the time comes, Douluo Continent will become the nursery of our Abyss."
"Maybe, but it would be better if the remaining guys come out and deal with them in one go."
Ning Rongrong's calm voice echoed, making the Spirit Emperor's eyes filled with madness as his vitality was extremely declining. He even ignored his injuries and yelled:
"Human, what do you think of the abyss!"
"Well, what?" Ning Rongrong tilted her head, "A group of decent experience babies, can test my current strength."
The Spirit Emperor was about to refute, but before he could speak.
A series of figures appeared and surrounded Ning Rongrong.
Five strange-looking abyss creatures, all of them were quasi-god-level strongmen.
Perhaps they were much weaker than the Scythe Emperor who descended in his original form, but any one of them could definitely threaten the Douluo Continent itself.
"I say, you have so many quasi-gods, all living in the Far North."
"Aren't you lonely?"
The purpose of the Abyss Plane seems to be to devour the origin of the Douluo Continent.
But the action is slower than a turtle.
It is incredible that so many quasi-gods, and one of them who is half a step away from becoming a god, did not launch an attack on the human world.
Ning Rongrong only roughly observed the Far North and did not look further.
However, seriously injuring the Snow Emperor...it should not be something these guys can do.
The Abyss Saint Lord was mentioned before. Could it be that he has already arrived in the Far North?
In the Douluo 1 world, the Douluo plane is very strong and can withstand the battle of a first-level god.
However, if the Abyss Saint Lord descends, the God Realm should not have no reaction.
Could something happen to the God Realm?
Try to find the Snow Queen. The Ice Palace may still be in her hands.
Ning Rongrong is still at the edge of the Far North. As a strong man of the Gou Dao, it is impossible for her to enter the depths of the Far North.
What if she is caught accidentally? What if she is defeated?
This is a very scary thing.
