Douluo's Digimon Sign

Chapter 219 The end of Haotian, shocking changes

The faint voice revealed unquestionable domineering.

The snow-white armored figure raised its head and looked directly into the hazy eyes of the white-clothed figure. The voice seemed to come from the surroundings, but also seemed to be ethereal, "Are you... Zuo Xingmang?"

After the words fell, the man who had been leaning against the mountain wall with a look of not having enough sleep suddenly woke up completely, his eyes burst out with endless energy, and he looked directly at the snow-white armored figure.

"you know me?"

Zuo Xingmang's voice was indifferent, yet trembling. Originally, he was only communicating with the Heavenly Soul Empire as a representative of the Star Luo Empire.

If a war breaks out, they are sure that the Sun Moon Empire will attack immediately, and as the original three empires of the Douluo Continent, they are naturally united and communicate with each other, laying the foundation for an alliance when a war breaks out in the future.

Zuo Xingmang came here for this purpose, but when he was resting as a guest in the palace of the Heavenly Soul Empire, he found a series of powerful and familiar waves attracting him, as if they transcended time and space.

So here he is, especially if this person here might know him.

In this way, there may be a possibility to find the memory that he has forgotten in the depths of his memory for some reason!

"You forgot... no... I can't say you forgot. Sure enough, their experiment was successful. You have been completely integrated."

The snow-white armored figure seemed to be in some kind of daze, muttering to himself a lot of words that Zuo Xingmang didn't understand.

Roar!

At this moment, a dragon's chant resounded through the nine heavens. Then, they looked up subconsciously, and saw a magnificent dragon claw that covered the sky and covered the sun fiercely protruding out, releasing terrifying power, and the surrounding air They are all squeezed, and the air waves are emptied, forming a vacuum zone.

This is Ditian taking action!

"It seems that I should go too."

The snow-white figure spoke lightly, and then turned the turn button on the right, and a stream of light wrapped around something and flew towards it at a high speed.

"Wait a minute, since you said such interesting things, wouldn't it be a disappointment if I let you go?"

As the words fell, Zuo Xingmang's eyes burst into thousands of brilliance in vain, as if immersed in the starry sky, a huge force surged in and turned into starlight, accompanied by Zuo Xingmang's fist, like a meteor shower towards the sky. He blasted towards the snow-white armor that was about to leave.

"This kind of aura, this way of attacking, sure enough, you are no longer you."

The ethereal and dull voice from the snow-white armor seemed to contain regret.

However, these attacks did not land on him after all. The stream of light rushed towards him and blocked the snow mastiff. The stream of light on it seemed to turn into a shield, creating ripples under the starlight.

It ripples like a grain of pebbles thrown into the water.

"We will meet again sooner or later. After all, you and I are companions, even though it was once."

As soon as the words fell, Snow Mastiff jumped onto the motorcycle-like aircraft, instantly turned into a rainbow and broke through countless space ripples, and left quickly.

When Zuo Xingmang reacted, the opponent had already completely left the sight on an unknown soul guide.

He looked at the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers of Haotian School with deep eyes, exploring all the void and space, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

........

Boom!

Yan Long knelt on one knee, his chest heaved up and down, as if he was a little out of strength, the sapphire-like core in the middle of the armor was constantly flashing, as if warning something.

And there are still some remaining Digimon around, and even Mu Hua, who can't control the armor by himself, feels that Jingshe is in a trance for a while, and his body is a little weak, as if even the last bit of strength has been squeezed out.

He obviously didn't do anything!

Although outside he was wearing the Flame Dragon Armor and killed all directions, with divine power coming to the world, sweeping across the world, but it was not him at all, but the remnant soul of Tian Xingmeng.

But now, Mu Hua's aura is gradually weakening, Tian Xingmeng's remnant soul seems to be gradually submerged, and there are many Digimon army remnants in the outside world who are staring at him.

And just when Mu Hua was desperate and had run out of ammunition and food, a dragon's claw that covered the sky and the sun appeared, terrifying and powerful enough to shock all directions, and it came down like a whole heaven and earth toppling!

The dark golden dragon scales shone brightly in the sun, and the cold light flickered, as if made of steel, which made people tremble with fear.

The air flow was suppressed, forming a howling wind, and the shocking scene instantly attracted the attention of the remaining Digimon and others.

"It's...it's him, the Beast God Ditian!?"

Huo Yuhao was in the sea of ​​spirit and will, and the Tianmeng Iceworm was trembling, with a look of fear and fear on his face. After all, Ditian could be said to be his psychological shadow.

He will never forget that back then, he was forcibly abducted by Ditian to the Star Dou Forest, where he performed a series of draining behaviors, and there were other soul beasts coveting him, fighting, and finally reduced to a charging treasure. hole!

Simply pervasive!

He was afraid that Ditian would find out his whereabouts, and that even more cruel measures would be brought in. I am afraid that the only thing waiting for him is a life of darkness!

Tianmeng Iceworm uses its mental power to cover itself in ambush, and the Ice Emperor naturally does the same. After all, no one knows why Ditian came to the Haotian School at this time.

The dark golden dragon claw cover is pressed down, like the whole world is suppressed, the terrifying majesty makes everyone or Digimon feel suffocated, especially those Digimon, their eyes are tearing apart, because they can clearly feel It turns out that this mighty dragon claw is aimed at them!

Immediately, each Digimon's face was red, and they attacked one after another, killing the Dragon Claw who wanted to destroy them completely!

"Million flames!"

"Shadow of Death!"

"Electric Magic Claw!"

A series of attacks blasted at the dragon claws that covered the sky and the sun, but just a gust of wind blew up their horrified faces, and the dragon claws became more and more brilliant under their bombardment.

It seems that what they are beating is not dragon claws, but just dust. They are just a group of cleaners who don't know the so-called!

"No, no!"

"No, I haven't evolved into a full body yet, why, why!?"

"Ah, damn demonic beasts, damn capable practitioners, when I'm reborn, you must look good to me!"

boom!

The dark-golden dragon claws vented down like a river of heaven, drooping dragon energy, and those noisy and unwilling voices completely dissipated, turning into clusters of data, and wrapped in one after another ferocious and terrifying figure.

Those were the Digimon who had been slapped to death by one claw. At this moment, they were full of unwillingness and resentment. They were roaring, clamoring, and angry at the huge dragon body that covered the sky and the sun.

All kinds of sounds filled the sky and the earth, and they were all yelling and cursing at the huge dragon shadow that suddenly appeared, without any fear or fear at all.

What was killed was only their bodies, but part of their data could not be killed, because these data were connected to their base camp, between the blacks, where there was a sea of ​​data.

The sea of ​​data is connected to the imprints of all Digimon. Once a Digimon dies, as long as there is a trace of data left, they will never die, and they will not be able to attack them unless they are far beyond their power.

For example, gods who control the power of laws.

But how could there be such a strong man in today's mainland?

Otherwise, they would not have been lurking for thousands of years, waiting for the power of luck to flourish again before being born.

This is also the reason why they are confident.

However, everything has unexpected surprises...

"What, what's going on, my data?!"

"Why hasn't my data returned to the sea of ​​data, and is still being pulled by some force!?"

"How is it possible? Apart from god-level experts and ultimate beings, who in this world has the ability to draw our power or even swallow it up? Ah..."

"Do not!!"

Numerous data wrapped those Digimons whose physical bodies were obliterated, leaving only the original data. All the Digimons were drawn by a single force and entered into the sacred plan in Mu Hua's body. .

Time and time again, the cycle repeated, their consciousness was completely obliterated in the deep unwillingness and bewilderment.

The sacred power wraps up the data like a river, and through filtering, turns into the purest energy and pours into the colorful dragon eggs floating in it and a group of illusory souls like ice sculptures.

And all the remaining energy entered Garurumon's body, turning it into his foundation and enhancing his strength.

Obviously, the colorful dragon eggs and the mysterious soul in the divine plan occupy the majority, and the rest is absorbed by Garurumon.

But even so, Garurumon's body is still absorbed to the point where it is gradually full and healed.

One can imagine how many Digimon died this time.

But Mu Hua was not without gains. Not to mention the Flame Dragon Armor, the experience and pressure honed in this battle alone made Mu Hua's overall strength increase, and his soul power instantly soared to level 38, without any damage. It's unstable and even feels like it's settling.

And when the data poured into the sacred plan and was filtered into pure energy and absorbed by others, some of the spilled energy also gave Mu Hua's physical body a huge improvement.

The most important thing is that the great increase in Garurumon's strength is also equivalent to the great increase in Mu Hua's strength. It can be said that they add up to be enough to compete against high-level soul masters.

The only pity is that he can no longer know the caution Tian Xingmeng said before he died. A feeling originating from instinct made him very uneasy.

His remnant soul also completely dissipated because he helped him with the shocking blow. Mu Hua had practiced the Heart Refining Art, so he could clearly feel that this last clue was completely broken.

Swish!

The Yanlong armor on his body disappeared, turned into countless light particles gathered on Mu Hua's neck, and condensed into a crystal clear Yanlong spar.

The breeze blew past, carrying bursts of gunpowder smoke and some blood that hadn't dissipated, Mu Hua's robe fluttered, and his black hair fluttered, revealing his extremely deep eyes that contained endless emotions.

He scanned the messy Clear Sky School around him, took a deep breath, and let it out again, clenched his hands tightly, his body trembled slightly, his eyes moved slightly, as if something was about to flow down.

This day was the day he experienced the most in his life, and it was also the day he lost the most.

..........

Shrek Academy, Poseidon Island.

In a frozen chamber.

Elder Mu sat cross-legged, surrounded by radiant dragon shadows, holding the seal with his hands, and stood up against Ma Xiaotao, who was facing the darkness and the flames burning the void.

Although they were fighting against each other, Mr. Mu's main purpose was to suppress, so maintaining a balance was the best situation. Moreover, the aura on Ma Xiaotao's body became stronger and stronger, but there was no sign of much pain on her face. Like a quiet sleeping beauty.

This is all due to Mr. Mu's circling and suppressing. Otherwise, Ma Xiaotao might have lost consciousness and could only take the last resort.

But the current situation is not much better.

Mr. Mu can only suppress, but cannot eliminate...

Just when he sighed deeply and was tangled in his heart, his eyes suddenly opened, and there was a touch of horror in them. The sense of danger in his heart had reached a critical point, but when he reacted, a coldness pierced through him. body.

puff!

Elder Mu looked down at his chest in disbelief. At this moment, the heart there had already been shattered, and the entire chest was pierced through. Columns of blood continued to spurt out like a fountain, splashing to the ground in all directions, completely destroying the originally balanced situation. Breaking through, it was stained with a layer of weirdness and sorrow.

Darkness burns the sky, and the light fades!

He endured the severe pain all over his body and the feeling of weakness that all his strength was fading like a tide. He turned his head and saw the outline of a figure. His eyes couldn't help but shrink, showing disbelief and despair of sadness.

"how come!?"

Old Mu spat out blood, and seemed to use all his strength to speak. The despair and sadness in his words made the once peerless and powerful man who stood tall in the clouds look like a desolate old man at this moment.

However, that figure did not speak, but pulled out his palm decisively and firmly, and at the same time as Mu Lao coughed up blood and fell to the ground, he stepped over his old dead tree-like figure and came to Ma Xiaotao.

Gently stroked Ma Xiaotao's forehead with his hand, and a strange imprint appeared. Immediately afterwards, this imprint seemed to turn into a whirlpool, covering Ma Xiaotao's entire body, and completely disappeared in place.

The man in black looked at him who had fallen to the ground, looked at himself with desolate and sad eyes, sneered, flicked his sleeves, and there was a violent explosion, and then, powerful auras rushed straight like beams of light Yunxia, ​​completely penetrated this secret room.

Smoke and dust were billowing, and ice shards filled the sky, but no strange figure could be seen anymore. Only an old and pitiful old man fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

But the figure of the man in black disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

When Yan Shaozhe and Liao Wuhen, who were the leaders, saw the familiar figure, their pupils shrank immediately, their bodies fell to the ground trembling, and they cried out in grief.

"teacher!!"