Chapter 1110: The Silver Dragon's Descent

a while, neither of them spoke, silently eating. Wuchangkong ate only a little. 。In his mind, it was a completely different world. 。Wow, Changkong, my favorite dish at his place is the shredded yell...For him, being the target of a thousand eyes was like an elixir, while the path to kingship and all-in gambles were his own research, truly belonging to him—a way of fighting without hesitation. 。This is his path, he finally found his own way. 。But what he was facing at this very moment, was an entire plane's master!

There was no roar!

When that golden dragon spear, carrying such a resplendent aura, the hopes of everyone, and the dread of the seeds of life, finally collided with that white seven-fingered hand...

Everyone was stunned. 。Because what they saw was the seven-fingered giant's hand flipping open and closing, grasping the golden dragon spear in its palm. 。It's like having a little snake in your grasp, twisting it around as you please. 。The internal power of the Golden Dragon Spear, as if it had been instantly sealed, couldn't explode at all. 。All eyes were fixed, and in that stillness, despair shone through. "Humph! Go to hell!" 。The icy voice seemed to frost the already pale surroundings. The golden dragon spear flashed, arriving before Tang Wulin's chest in a blink of an eye. 。If not for the purpose of killing him, as a Saint Sovereign and master of this plane, how could he have paid such a huge price, going so far as to descend a part of his true form If not for the purpose of killing him, why go through such elaborate measures, causing the Abyssal Plane's vital energy to be severely damaged 。As the target of Abyssal Saint Monarch, Tang Wulin's feeling was the most intuitive. At this moment, he only felt that everything around him seemed to be collapsing. The dimensional power that originally protected him seemed to be completely pushed away at this moment, as if he had been completely isolated. 。Only the seeds of life are still frantically releasing their breath of life, trying to protect him. 。But it all seemed to be in vain. 。At this moment, he seemed to be at odds with the entire world, as if heaven and earth, everything everywhere, was completely oppressing him. 。Everything came so fast, yet in his perception it was so slow, as if he had become dull. 。 Even when facing the god-slaying level destruction storm brought by the Level 12 soul guide cannon back then, Tang Wulin hadn't felt this way. 。The entire space was collapsing, but the saint seemed to be bearing something as well. His pure white, seven-fingered hand had now completely transformed into a nine-colored one. 。As a master of the planes, a part of its essence descends into another plane that it has not yet conquered. Naturally, it must endure the frenzied resistance of the entire plane. 。But this holy sovereign still came without hesitation, with only one purpose: to kill Tang Wulin. 。Kill the being that truly threatens the future existence of the Abyssal Plane. 。

Saint Jun's original plan was to do whatever it took to accomplish this, and when he sensed the spark of life within Tang Wulin, his emotions were incredibly excited. If he could plunder the essence of life from the Douluo Continent plane, then in the future, wanting to devour the entire Douluo Continent would be much easier.

The seed of life is the most fundamental existence in a plane. 。The Golden Dragon Spear was right in front of him, Tang Wulin couldn't do anything at all. He couldn't even feel fear, because this was simply beyond his current capabilities. 。A low sigh escaped his lips, and at that very moment, a sudden presence appeared from within the abyssal passage. 。This sigh was extremely faint, yet, whether it was Abyssal Lord, Tang Wulin, or Zhang Lingyun who was also suppressed by Abyssal Lord's aura, as well as the nine Blood Gods in formation, they all heard it clearly. 。The arrival of this sigh seemed to bring vitality back to the space that had almost been frozen. 。A fair hand appeared before Tang Wulin's eyes, gently grasping the golden dragon spear that had flown close to him. 。It's like picking out a toy. 。The fair hand, the instant it grasped the dragon spear, was silently covered by a layer of fine silver scales, each with a circular arc. 。After a brief moment of stillness in the space, the golden dragon spear's body erupted with a blinding light, as if it were desperately trying to break free from that constraint. 。...and so it fell into that slender jade hand... 。"Who gave you the courage to challenge the Douluo plane" 。A chilling yet hauntingly beautiful voice echoed within the abyssal passage. 。Besides Tang Wulin, there was now another person. She was clad in white-gold armor, covered with circular scales. Behind her, a pair of gigantic dragon wings unfurled, mirroring the brilliance of Tang Wulin's Dragon Moon battle armor. 。In one hand, she held Tang Wulin's hand, while the other gripped the Golden Dragon Spear. 。And the moment she appeared, the entire Blood God Formation suddenly underwent earth-shattering changes. 。The original nine-colored halo, which was functioning normally, suddenly surged more than ten times its size, transforming into a gigantic nine-colored pillar of light that shot straight up into the sky. 。This beam of light soared straight up, reaching at least tens of thousands of meters into the sky. Countless colorful auroras flocked in from even farther away. 。The nine Blood Gods all felt a lightness in their bodies, and were horrified to discover that the Blood God Formation had actually slipped from their control. 。And the aura of the entire formation itself was crazily increasing at a geometric rate. 。“Who are you Impossible, this plane doesn't have a ruler of planes, who exactly are you” The Abyss Saint Sovereign’s voice was low and angry, filled with an unbelievable 。"It's not that something doesn't exist just because you, due to your limited knowledge, are unaware of it. " 。That cool female voice rose slowly. 。But in her voice, there didn't seem to be much joy. On the contrary, her voice carried a distinct air of melancholy. 。In the next instant, a nine-colored halo descended from heaven, enveloping her body and also Tang Wulin's. The two bodies actually fused together right before everyone's eyes. 。His body swelled, all the power of each limb seeming to become part of them in this instant. 。Even the Golden Dragon Spear was surrounded by a silver dragon, rapidly transforming into nine colors, its aura surging wildly. 。The Nine-Colored Dragon Spear bloomed with unprecedented majesty. 。The entire abyss passage was rapidly rendered in nine colors, and the previously broken formation patterns reappeared. 。"Such a small abyss, yet it emits brilliance" A cold female voice rang out again. 。At this very moment, she suspended in mid-air had transformed into a nine-colored female war goddess. Her armor completely surpassed the scope of ordinary battle armor. A gigantic nine-colored dragon shadow hovered behind her. 。No matter who was present, upon seeing this nine-colored giant dragon, everyone felt an urge to immediately prostrate themselves in worship. It seemed as if it were the very center of this world. 。A nine-colored aura flickered, and in the next instant, the female war goddess's figure had already arrived before that fair seven-fingered hand. 。The spear thrust forward, flashing out like lightning. The moment it struck, nine colored light bands surged around her, merging into the spear. 。At her feet, a pattern of extraordinary splendor and intricacy unfolded. 。The Abyssal Passage trembled violently, and the sky turned into a kaleidoscope of nine colors at this moment. 。Every element was cheering and jubilant, as if in this moment, the very spiritual energy of the entire Douluo Continent had converged here. 。The Seven-Fingered Giant's hand was no longer as relaxed as before. He clenched his fist suddenly, colliding with the Nine-Colored Dragon Spear. 。A piercing screech erupted, a low rumble echoing through the passage. 。The Seven-Fingered Giant was visibly shaken back, while the Nine-Colored Dragon Spear relentlessly struck out. Every thrust of the spear clashed with the Seven-Fingered Giant's attacks, rendering it enveloped in even more dazzling nine-colored light, pushing it further and further back. 。Who would have thought that such a dramatic scene would unfold 。Who was the woman in silver armor Where did she come from Why, despite her armor seemingly only three layers deep, could she shine so brightly within this Blood God Formation 。Well, she's here, yes, she finally came. 。The effect of Silver Dragon King Scales, this is it! 420/10260542 。ill maintaining their previous formation, Tang Wulin, Yuan En Yehui, and Le Zhengyu walked at the front, with the rest following closely behind. 。People entered the passage. 。Compared to the previous...