With Chen Feng's strength, it is indeed not difficult to leave, but the opportunity for the evolution of the martial soul is in front of him, and he is really a little unwilling to let him leave like this.

"Quick fix."

Chen Feng quickly made a decision, no matter what, he would explode the Coiling Dragon Stick Martial Spirit today.

However, before Chen Feng could make a move, Qianjun Douluo and Demon Suppression Douluo had already attacked, two coiling dragon sticks, one left and one right, one up and down, the movements were not only fast, but also perfectly coordinated, the third soul ring on the coiling dragon stick shone brightly, and the entire long stick swelled several times.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, and with a pair of tiger claws, he met the two coiling dragon sticks.

With a muffled bang, the surging energy swept around the three of them, and cracks like spider webs appeared on the ground under the feet of the three people, and then the three of them all took a few steps back, leaving a deep footprint with each step back.

The true age of Qianjun Douluo and Demon Suppression Douluo is over one hundred and twenty years old, and they have always been inseparable, and their tacit understanding does not need any communication at all.

Suddenly, the coiling stick in Demon Slaying Douluo's hand spun like a windmill, and the golden dragon on the coiling dragon stick actually seemed to come to life, surrounded into a huge golden ring with the sound of dragon groans, heading straight for Chen Feng.

Qianjun Douluo suddenly rose from behind Demon Suppression Douluo at this moment, and the dragon stick in his hand did not have any fancy, and he headed towards Chen Feng.

The eighth soul ring of the same position lit up on the two of them, as soon as they went up, the two of them cooperated wonderfully, and the terrifying soul power fell from the sky like a devastating and decaying spirit, if they were really hit head-on, even if it was Chen Feng's physical strength, he would definitely be seriously injured.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were full of worry, even if she used the martial soul fusion technique with Chen Feng in the past, it would be too late.

In the face of such a fierce attack, Chen Feng did not have a trace of solemnity on his face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he stood in place without any movement.

"Heavenly Golden Body."

Just as the two coiling dragon sticks were about to hit him, a burst of dark golden light erupted from his body, and the whole person became as if gold and iron were poured.

When—

The two coiling dragon sticks smashed on Chen Feng's body, making a crisp sound of gold and iron colliding, and then Qianjun Douluo and Demon Suppression Douluo were both as if they had been hit hard, and shot out backwards.

The Heavenly Immortal Golden Body is used to deal with martial soul owners like the Coiling Dragon Stick and Haotian Hammer, but it is very useful.

When he was dealing with the Heavenly Stygian Tiger, he was restrained by this Heavenly Immortal Golden Body, and he could only adopt a roundabout way of fighting and consume the number of times of the Heavenly Immortal Golden Body before killing the Heavenly Immortal Tiger.

The arms of Qianjun Douluo and Demon Suppression Douluo trembled, their mouths cracked, and they almost couldn't hold the coiling dragon stick in their hands.

They didn't know that Chen Feng had a soul skill like the Heavenly Immortal Golden Body, and the stick just now used all his strength, but he was shocked back and ate the bitter fruit.

"Seventh Soul Technique, Martial Soul True Body."

The seventh soul ring on Chen Feng's body was shining, his body quickly became larger, and he grew dark golden hair, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a dark golden giant tiger.

Qianjun Douluo and Demon Suppression Douluo had just stabilized their bodies when Chen Feng's huge tiger claws slapped towards them, and in a hurry, the two could only resist with the coiling dragon stick in their hands.

As soon as the two came into contact, Qianjun Douluo and Demon Suppression Douluo felt a huge force coming, and their bodies shot out, spurting out a mouthful of blood from the sky.

A golden ball of light burst out, and seeing this golden ball of light, Chen Feng's heart was ecstatic.

"Ding-dong! The Coiling Dragon Stick Martial Soul was detected, and the host's Black Gold Dragon Pattern Stick Martial Soul belonged to the same type of Martial Soul, did it fuse? The sound of the system's machinery sounded in Chen Feng's ears.

"Fusion!"

Chen Feng thought silently in his heart, and suddenly the golden attribute light ball turned into a streamer, submerged into his body, and merged into the black gold dragon pattern stick martial spirit.

Suddenly, the black gold dragon pattern stick martial soul changed, and the dragon pattern on it slowly solidified, turning into a black dragon, and the original black gold became a little deeper.

"Ding Dong, congratulations on the evolution of the host martial soul, and the evolution of the black gold dragon pattern stick martial soul into the black dragon stick martial soul." The sound of the system's machinery sounded in Chen Feng's ears again.

Chen Feng's eyes burst with essence, the Black Dragon Stick Martial Soul was already at the same level as the Heavenly Hades Divine Tiger Martial Soul, although it was not as good as the Heavenly Hades Divine Tiger Martial Soul, but it was definitely better than the Haotian Hammer.

Just as Chen Feng was immersed in joy, a figure quietly appeared between him, Qianjun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo.

It was an old man in gray, although Chen Feng had never seen him, he immediately knew the identity of the other party, the great worship of the Wuhun Palace, the grandfather of Qianrenxue, and Qiandaoliu.

There was not a trace of soul power fluctuation on the other party's body, but he sensed danger from the other party's body, and the only one in the entire Martial Spirit Hall who could give him this feeling was Qiandaoliu.

Ning Fengzhi was behind the dust heart, and after seeing this figure, the aura on his body suddenly became a little stronger.

His father died at the hands of Qiandaoliu, and although his father told him not to take revenge before he died, he always wanted to defeat Qiandaoliu and fulfill his father's long-cherished wish.

Many people can perceive the changes in Chenxin's body, but Qiandaoliu didn't seem to notice it, staring at Chen Feng with flat eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

Chen Feng didn't speak, but he wasn't too worried, even if he couldn't beat Qiandaoliu, but if he wanted to run, Qiandaoliu couldn't keep him.

For a moment, the Papal Palace became very quiet.

But soon, Qiandaoliu broke this tranquility and said lightly: "You are very good, the most outstanding soul master I have ever seen, if you are willing to join the Martial Spirit Palace, I can marry Xiaoxue to you." ”

Chen Feng was still in the state of martial soul true body, and he said with a smile: "His Holiness the Pope has already mentioned this condition before, but unfortunately my family does not allow me to join any of the forces. ”

"And although you are Xiao Xue'er's grandfather, it is best for her to make her own decisions about marriage, if she is unwilling, it will only be a tragedy if she insists on forcing her."

Qiandaoliu smiled and said: "Xiaoxue is my granddaughter, I know her thoughts clearly, maybe she didn't find out herself, she already likes you." ”

Chen Feng said in surprise: "Are you kidding?" ”

Qiandaoliu said: "Xiaoxue is very good, so her heart is a little arrogant, only people who are better than her can enter her heart, so far, you are the only one." ”

Chen Feng said: "It is impossible for me to join the Martial Spirit Palace. ”

Qiandaoliu sighed and said, "Since this is the case, then I can only leave you behind and let your family lead people." ”

As soon as the words fell, a ray of brilliant golden light bloomed from his eyebrows, and instantly spread to his whole body, appearing on him one after another, eight black and one red.

His hair had also turned a shiny golden color, each one glowing, two pairs of wings spread out from his back, and a huge phantom with an indistinct face appeared behind his body, with only one more pair of wings compared to his body.

"is also a Title Douluo, I'm afraid I won't even be able to stop his move." Dugu Bo sensed the momentum of Qiandaoliu, and a look of gloom appeared on his face.

"This old guy, if you want to defeat him, I'm afraid it's only possible to become a god." Bibi Dong's hand holding the scepter was a little tighter, even if she could exert all her strength, she was not the opponent of Qiandaoliu.