"This time, let me." Ning Tian stood behind Wu Feng and Nan Men Yun'er. With the support of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, her soul power instantly connected with the two of them.
"Ning Tian, you..." Wu Feng was astonished as she felt the changes in Ning Tian's soul power adjustment, her beautiful eyes filled with pleasant surprise.
"The predecessors plant the trees, and the later generations enjoy the shade. Yuhao was also inspired by you, which is why he taught me the Martial Soul Synchro." Ning Tian smiled, and then her expression turned serious. "Come on, let's send them out of this encirclement!"
"Oh!" Nan Men Yun'er replied excitedly. She completed her position according to Ning Tian's guidance, standing in a triangular formation.
"Don't even think about it!" When Ye Xishui saw this scene, she was immediately reminded of the Meteor Red Dragon formed by the combination of Wu Feng and Nan Men Yun'er. This kind of martial soul combination skill they had developed was not inferior to a martial soul fusion skill in the traditional sense, and might even be superior.
If a trinity martial soul fusion skill was several times stronger than a two-person martial soul fusion skill, then this Martial Soul Triangle Synchro of theirs would definitely be unimaginably strong.
Zi Ji and Bi Ji once again attacked to intercept, forcefully pushing Ye Xishui's figure back several hundred meters.
"You're courting death!" Ye Xishui was furious. The Boundless Sea of Blood bombarded the surroundings indiscriminately. Even the soul engineer legions below were affected, and they were sent tumbling.
Bi Ji was the first to be unable to hold on. She spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying. Facing Ye Xishui at this moment, even if the Crimson King were here to support, he wouldn't be much better off.
Among the three, the first to light up were the delicate bodies of Wu Feng and Nan Men Yun'er. The illusion of the Meteor Red Dragon took shape between them.
"Let her witness the realm beyond the limits of martial soul fusion, the adjustment of the Seven Aperture Exquisite Heart!" Ning Tian shouted tenderly. At this moment, she had finally reached the peak of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's state of mind. Her soul core began to rotate at high speed.
"Limit release, highest level—"
In an instant, Ning Tian's delicate body merged into the soul core, turning into a shining point of light.
The illusion of the Meteor Red Dragon, formed by Wu Feng and Nan Men Yun'er, soared into the sky, breaking apart into nine soul rings of different colors. The point of light that Ning Tian had transformed into entered among them.
"Calibration initiated, all clear—"
Infinite power broke through the barriers of time and space, opening up an unknown domain.
A path of light connected the sky and the earth. That shining star pierced through the layers of light rings, reaching the ultimate other shore.
The path of light gradually became winding, and the end connected to the earth swept towards the tail of the all-terrain high-speed soul tool where Ju Zi and her group were.
"What are you doing?" Ju Zi, in the driver's seat, suddenly turned her head and exclaimed.
"Ju Zi, Yuhao is our hope. Martial Soul Synchrohro can even surpass gods. Tell him to surpass the gods and go to open up the future!"
In the light, the voices of Ning Tian and the other two girls combined. They had finally successfully triggered this high-speed soul tool that had not yet been tested.
The people sitting in the seats only felt a terrifying push-back feeling. In the next moment, the high-speed soul tool, which had been heavily surrounded, turned into a stream of light and sped away into the distance.
Xu Tianran, who was watching this scene, flew up abruptly, but was thankfully held back by the several Class 9 soul engineers beside him.
"Bastard! Bastard! How is this possible! You just let them escape like that?"
The towering pillar of light dispersed its brilliance, and an ancient aura rushed towards them.
It was a giant dragon with a red halo flowing all over its body. The moment it appeared, all the soul masters with dragon-type martial souls present couldn't help but restrain their bodies and prostrate themselves.
This was the Martial Soul Synchro completed by Ning Tian, Wu Feng, and Nan Men Yun'er: The Great Red, the Salvation Red Dragon.
At this time, in the wilderness, the battle between the Rakshasa God Tang San and the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena was still ongoing.
Dawn had arrived. The battle between the two had already moved from the ground to the high sky. The destruction caused by the battleground moved countless onlookers.
Gu Yuena felt something in her heart. Her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she abruptly turned her head to look at the towering red giant dragon in the distance. The memories from the previous Dragon God continuously surfaced in her mind.
The Salvation Red Dragon, that was the Dragon God's former wife!
All the red dragon martial soul soul masters in the world today had more or less inherited that person's power.
It was just that the majestic figure of the Salvation Red Dragon was hard to see again. The fall of the Dragon God also had a certain relationship with that person's death.
She had not expected that among Huo Yuhao's companions, there would be such a soul master with a red dragon martial soul, who, through a special martial soul combination, had summoned The Great Red once again.
The Salvation Red Dragon reaches the sea of stars, bringing redemption in the apocalypse.
Ye Xishui seemed to have lost her soul. In this monstrous aura of salvation, her Blood Soul Demon Puppet directly shattered.
Ning Tian and the other two girls could only complete the instant of the Salvation Red Dragon's descent. The majestic dragon body then shattered with a boom.
The delicate bodies of the three girls seemed to have lost their weight, scattering and falling like willow leaves. In order to complete this special Martial Soul Synchrohro, they had burned out their soul power, spiritual power, and life force.
They had succeeded. Not only had they sent their companions out of the perilous situation, but they had also completely crippled the Death God Douluo Ye Xishui.
"I have to admit, among all the dragon-type martial souls this old woman has ever seen, there is not a single one who can stand tall in front of the giant dragon you transformed into. I, Ye Xishui, am willing to call your Martial Soul Synchro the strongest dragon." Ye Xishui smiled tragically. Then, a pair of huge phoenix wings spread out behind her, and at this moment, she had also changed back to that beautiful and peerless appearance.
It was shockingly Ye Xishui's other martial soul, the Light Phoenix!
"Your performance is over. Go to hell." Ye Xishui condensed soul power in her palms and blasted it towards the three girls who were scattering and falling.
At this time, a beautiful figure suddenly broke through the dome of the high-speed soul tool that was leaving at the speed of light and flew towards the battlefield.
Her speed was actually not much slower than the speed of light.
...
Huo Yuhao lay on the large bed in the center of the Pope's Palace bedchamber. The faint candlelight flickered in the dim palace, casting shadows on his pale face. His breathing was long and even, as if he were in a deep sleep, but his brows were tightly furrowed, revealing the pain he was experiencing. The stabbing pain coming from his soul was like sharp little knives, repeatedly cutting at his skin.
In the depths of the palace, within the great hall, the resplendent glazed tiles shone with a dazzling light under the illumination of the sun. The huge vermilion pillars were carved with dragon and phoenix totems, exuding a steady and solemn aura. A wide couch was placed in the center of the great hall. The bed curtains were like water, gently hanging down, like a frozen waterfall, exuding a trace of gentle peace.
Bibi Dong's movements were gentle and cautious, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping Huo Yuhao. She was dressed in a long brocade dress, her gait dignified, leaving a faint shadow on the golden carpet. Her gaze was soft, like the warm sun in spring, warm and full of love. Her lips gently approached Huo Yuhao's face. That one kiss seemed to contain endless tenderness. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, leaving only two hearts talking quietly.
Huo Yuhao lay there, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he had felt the warmth pervading the air. His face looked exceptionally peaceful in the sunlight, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had felt that special comfort even in his dreams. Although it was just a simple kiss, it had an indescribable power that connected the two closely, as if only the two of them were left between heaven and earth, enjoying this quiet and deep moment together.
Everything else around them became unimportant. The splendor of the great hall, the dragon and phoenix totems, the vermilion pillars, and even the wide couch all became mere embellishments in the background. Only Bibi Dong and Huo Yuhao had become the most vivid and moving part of this picture scroll. Their breaths mingled, their emotions intertwined. This moment seemed to be eternal.