Douluo Dalu: Drunk and Ruthless

Zui Qingqing opened his eyes, and the dim sunlight stung his eyes. There was an extra round of Haoyang in the sea of ​​mental consciousness? Did he do it? Zui Qingqing was a little confused, and a shadow appeared again. Zui Wuqing subconsciously wanted to release his martial spirit. The shadow raised his hand slightly, indicating that he would follow his example. The rusty sword in his hand drooped slightly and swung it out crookedly. A sword move, is this a sword move? Zui Qingqing was a little confused. The black jade sword appeared in his hand, and then he swung the sword. A strange feeling appeared, as if he was... drunk? Then there was another strange sword move, and Zui Qingqing followed up with his sword. With one sword move, I seemed to have forgotten the sword in my hand? Zui Qingqing thought doubtfully, is this... the sword emerging from the realm of selflessness?

Zui Qingqing followed the drill, and his sword skills were exquisite but also strange. When the last sword came out, Zui Qingqing clearly felt that there was a gap in the swordsmanship, but Xue Mengqingchen's shadow disappeared, leaving Zui Qingqing free. Zui Qingqing pursed his lips slightly, someone with a sharp mouth and a soft heart really made people laugh! Zui Qingqing closed his eyes, and his consciousness returned to his body, "Ouch!" Xie jumped up in panic and moved away from Zui Wuqing. This was... Zui Wuqing frowned slightly and took out a piece of dried meat, but Xie seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. He tried to escape like this, something was wrong, Zui Qingqing quickly took out a palm-sized hexagonal prism from his brocade bag, and a pair of blood-colored hexagonal pupils were reflected on the smooth mirror surface.

The original jet black eyes turned into snake-like vertical pupils, and a dragon-shaped texture appeared on the white forehead. What is this...? A feeling of exhaustion came over me. Is my soul power declining? The originally white soul power of more than 20 levels dropped again and again. Within a few seconds, the soul power dropped to level ten at a speed visible to the naked eye. No...it was not so much a decrease as it was a purification or a purification of the soul power. Compressed, the originally thin soul power became as viscous as oil. What was strange was that for some reason, there was a sore and bulging feeling in his body. "Destroy one of your soul rings quickly, quickly!" Xue Meng was sleeping. Chen sent out this ray of spiritual thought, Zui Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and reluctantly abolished the first soul ring, and a pain like tearing the soul spread through his nerves.

"Ugh!!" A roar that broke through the sky resounded in the forest, "Huh... Huh..." Zui Qingqing's heavy breathing sounded in the cave, and a sharp sting appeared on his back, "Tear... Pull..." The skin on the back suddenly cracked, and a pair of blood-gold wings emerged from it. Several palm-sized scales protruded from the feathers. The entire wings were wet, and they were swallowing the air in the slight trembling. With the power of the elements, the bulging feeling in his body dissipated a lot, and the wings on his back moved as he pleased, like his arms. "Can you take it back?" Zui Qingqing asked, and the wings on his back retracted into his body in response, looking inward at himself. His body was just a lot thicker with his shoulder blades, "Good stuff." Zui Qingqing didn't care about its source, since he wouldn't give it back to him anyway.

"Hiss." A faint snake hiss broke into Zui Wuqing's ears, and everything seemed to have been unveiled. His vision, which was originally blurry after a hundred meters, became wider, and his senses became extremely sensitive, making him Feeling a little uncomfortable, he gently jumped down from the cave and galloped away. The century-old mandala snake was also a good choice. It just so happened that he knew a disguised snake.