The Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul appeared!
It hovered in the air above the hall, looking down at everyone like a small mountain. It let out an earth-shattering roar. Even though everyone present was prepared, they were still caught off guard. Their helmets exploded, and their heads almost exploded. Their souls suffered a great impact.
Bai Jie and Yang Hongchang bled from their seven orifices and fainted.
Bai Wuming clutched his head and fell to the ground in pain. He held the giant conch to protect himself from being injured directly.
Shu Yujun was not in a good state either. She squatted on the ground and revealed an uncomfortable expression. Saint power faintly appeared between her eyebrows, protecting her from the impact.
Yang Wu had put on his armor, but it didn't help. The holy sound seeped into the God's Court and shook his God's Court Dao Flower. If he hadn't held the Soul-Suppressing Pot, he would've fallen to the ground like everyone else.
Yang Wu did not think at all. He roared, "Soul Suppressing Gourd, suppress for me!"
The Soul Suppressing Gourd shone brightly and instantly sucked away more than half of Yang Wu's Celestial Chi. The Celestial Chi in his dantian was almost empty. The Soul Suppressing Gourd expanded and released a powerful suction force toward the mountain-like Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul.
This Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul was extremely powerful. It was not sucked in immediately. It waved its claws, and a majestic force enveloped the hall and smashed toward the Soul Suppressing Gourd.
The power of the Saint power was unpredictable. Yang Wu's body was unconsciously swept into a corner. His bones were shattered, and he spat out blood.
The others were not in a good state either. They were all squeezed into a corner by this force and had no chance to fight at all.
"Saint Conch, go!" Bai Wuming gritted his teeth and released his giant conch.
This was a Sky-Swallowing Conch. It instantly became as big as the Soul Suppressing Gourd. A powerful suction force began to suck in the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul. Like the Soul Suppressing Gourd, it began to devour the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul.
"Saint Sword Soul Slayer!" Shu Yujun spat out a mouthful of blood on the Saint Sword in her hand. The Saint Sword seemed to have a Saint Spirit. It was unsheathed, and the sword's momentum was shocking. It slashed toward the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul.
Bai Jie and Yang Hongchang both lost consciousness. Their trump cards were completely useless.
Bang!
The Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul's claw landed on the Soul Suppressing Kettle and sent it flying. However, the Soul Suppressing Kettle was indeed a sacred item that was good at suppressing souls. A portion of the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul's power was absorbed into the kettle.
On the other side, the Sky-Swallowing Conch's saintly power surged and sucked the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul into its mouth. Just as it was about to absorb this enormous fighting soul, the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul's Qi surged and shook the Sky-Swallowing Conch away.
At this moment, the power of the Sacred Sword slashed at the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul. This sword, which was powerful enough to destroy the stars, only created a series of sparks when it landed on the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul. It was completely unable to cut it in half.
The Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul had already condensed into a powerful Spiritual Body. It was not an illusory body and was definitely comparable to a real Demon Saint. Who could subdue it now?
"Oh my god, this big guy is so scary!" Yang Wu felt that he had miscalculated everything. He had thought that he would be able to subdue the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul by entering with the Soul Suppressing Pot. Now, he realized that he had been dreaming.
"Let's go and get the Demonic Core on the jade couch. Then, the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul will definitely disappear." Bai Weming's voice rang out.
The next moment, he crawled toward the jade couch.
Yes, he was crawling over. Under the saintly power, he did not even have the strength to stand up.
"Get the Demonic Core. That's the foundation of the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul!" Shu Yujun shouted with difficulty. She followed Bai Weming and crawled toward the jade couch.
The saintly power was boundless. It was as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them, making it difficult for them to move. Even if they activated all their strength, they could not move forward. Their Celestial Chi was completely suppressed. It was impossible for them to escape the saintly power's suppression with just their physical strength.
"Damn it!" Bai Weming roared unwillingly. He activated his Water Suppressing Seal, hoping that he could move forward with his innate strength. However, it was still useless.
Shu Yujun held her breath. A saintly light floated between her eyebrows and an imperial edict appeared. She spat out a mouthful of blood onto the imperial edict. The imperial edict turned into a ray of saintly light and floated around her body. It wanted to bring her to the jade couch.
The imperial edict was indeed an imperial edict that contained the saintly power. It could resist the might of the saintly power here.
Shu Yujun flew with the help of the imperial edict. Her face was filled with joy. Just as she was about to reach the jade couch, a chain of power fell down and hit her.
Pfft!
Shu Yujun crashed to the ground. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
If not for the power of the imperial edict, this power would have been enough to turn her into ashes.
"It's over!" Bai Weming saw that Shu Yujun had failed and immediately lost all his confidence.
Above the palace, the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul was still strong. It was fighting fiercely with the Soul Suppressing Pot, Sky-Devouring Conch, and Little Saint Sword. It was releasing saintly light all over its body. Its claws slammed continuously, and the saintly weapons kept smashing in all directions. If it was an ordinary palace, it would have been destroyed by these forces. However, there was a strong restrictive power here. Even the saintly weapons could not break the walls here.
The three saintly weapons were not useless. They had all been baptized by the saintly power and were incomparably hard. Even if no one was controlling them, they could still unleash shocking power.
The Soul Suppressing Pot was activated. Soul Suppressing Incantations appeared one after another and kept branding the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul. It was indeed the most effective weapon against souls among the three saintly weapons. Each Soul Suppressing Incantation made the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul extremely uncomfortable. Its power was reduced. If this continued, it would definitely be suppressed.
The Sky-Devouring Conch had the power to swallow the sky. However, it could not swallow the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul. It could only swallow the saintly power that erupted from the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul to prevent it from affecting the people below.
If not for the Sky-Devouring Conch, everyone here would have died.
As for Shu Yujun's Little Saint Sword, it was not a True Saint Sword. However, it still played a role in restraining the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul. Sword after sword slashed at the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul, tiring it out.
However, this Little Saint Sword was hit by the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul once. The sword started to crack. After the second hit, the sword was like a spider web, densely packed with cracks. The saintly sword wailed. It could no longer fight. Just as it was about to retreat, the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul spat out a saintly light. It was like the power of a torrential river, smashing the saintly sword on the spot.
The Soul Suppressing Pot's incantation showed its power and continued to suppress the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul. The Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul's most powerful attack was directed at the Soul Suppressing Pot. The Soul Suppressing Pot was sent flying again and again. However, it did not suffer any damage. Instead, it was Lei Zongjun who was inside the Soul Suppressing Pot that was scared to the point of peeing.
"Damn it. This Saint is not free yet and they are using the Soul Suppressing Pot to fight. This Saint is trying to shake this Saint to death." Lei Zongjun cried and cursed. He shouted at Yang Wu, "Master, let me out. Let me out."
Its voice could not be heard. It could only endure the torment of the raging waves.
Yang Wu was crawling on the ground. He was different from Bai Weming and Shu Yujun. He was really using his own strength to move forward without any help from the Saint Energy. It was as if he was carrying a mountain, but the mountain could not suppress him. He only had eyes for the Demon Nucleus in front of the jade couch. As long as he could take it, it would be equivalent to taking down the Dragon Turtle Fighting Soul.
He was gritting his teeth as blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His body was like a tortoise as he slowly moved forward. His willpower was incomparably strong, and his physical strength was incomparably strong. He had been refined by Little Hei's medicinal liquid until now. He had also been tempered by the Heavenly Thunder, Heart Fire, Mysterious Essence Qi, and other powers. He had achieved a flawless body. Even the Heavenly Demon Body might not be able to compete with him. Therefore, even if he could not use his strength, he could still withstand the Saint Energy's pressure and move forward.
There was a distance of 300 feet between him and the jade couch. Now that he had crawled to within 250 feet, the Heavenly Armor on his body rubbed against the ground, making a "Ji Ji" sound. He prayed in his heart that the Saint Energy would not fall on his position. Otherwise, he would only have a dead end.
Who knew that it would be better if he did not pray. When he finished praying, the Little Divine Sword shattered. A piece of the broken sword splashed onto his body. The first four layers of the Heavenly Armor were instantly shattered. The last three layers of the Heavenly Armor only cracked. However, the Sword Qi broke through the seventh layer of the Heavenly Armor and entered his body. He immediately let out a heart-wrenching cry, "Ah!"
The Sword Qi contained the Saint Energy and almost destroyed his life force. Fortunately, the Immortal Qi came into play again and swallowed the Saint Energy, erasing the danger of death. The broken sword was stuck in his flesh. As long as he crawled, he would be in so much pain that he wished he was dead.
Yang Wu almost fainted from the pain. He took a deep breath and circulated the Supreme Nine Mysteries Formula to quickly recover from his injuries. When the pain subsided, he did not hesitate to put the broken sword into his Qian Kun space to prevent the broken sword from injuring him again.
Fortunately, it was Yang Wu who was affected. If it was someone else, even if it was a Dragon Transformation Realm Minor Saint, they would not have survived.
Yang Wu took a deep breath and poured all his energy into the Barbarian Shrine and the Wind God's Leg. He unleashed the potential of the two innate talents and crawled with all his strength again.
"This Dragon Turtle Combat Soul belongs to me!" Yang Wu roared in his heart.
He cultivated the Dragon Turtle Sea Flipping Art. He was destined to have an affinity with the Dragon Turtle. This Dragon Turtle Combat Soul was full of Saint Energy. If he could obtain the core of the Dragon Turtle, it would definitely help him reach the major completion of the Dragon Turtle Sea Flipping Art. Therefore, he had to move forward. Moreover, with the current situation, they could no longer move forward. If they did not move forward, they would die.
The Barbarian God's Arm was powerful. It grabbed the hard ground to support his body as he moved forward. The Wind God's Leg was not weak either. The tip of his feet stepped on the ground, helping him to move forward.
As the energy of the Dragon Turtle Combat Soul was being devoured by the Soul Suppressing Gourd again and again, the energy of the Dragon Turtle Combat Soul had weakened significantly. The Sky Devouring Conch also blocked the Saint Energy of the Dragon Turtle Combat Soul.
Yang Wu was able to increase his speed. Even though he was not walking as fast as usual, he was getting closer and closer to the Dragon Turtle Demon Core.
Twenty feet!
Fifteen feet!
Ten feet!
… …
Yang Wu moved forward like a spider. His arms and legs were like spider claws. He moved forward with all his might. His veins were bulging and his knuckles were bleeding. He was unyielding and relentless.
Seeing that the Dragon Turtle Combat Soul was only thirty feet away, Yang Wu was delighted. Just when he wanted to use all his energy to reach the jade bed in one go, the Dragon Turtle Combat Soul's gaze fell on him. His body felt as if it was struck by lightning. It was as if there were mountains on his body. He could not move forward anymore. Blood spurted out from his mouth.
The Dragon Turtle Combat Soul quickly swooped down.
Roar!
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