Chapter 122 Broken! The giant red dragon flew back to the figure and gradually merged with him. For a moment, his aura suddenly increased. The Panlong Stick is clearly just a weapon spirit, but its true spirit form also has the same bonus to spirit masters as the beast spirit. The figure swung the Panlong Stick again, and the way he did it was completely different from before. On the stage, two men were swinging their sticks continuously. On the figure's side, relying on the bonus of his martial soul's true body, each stick seemed to have a thousand pounds of force. Although Wang Nan was suppressed by the figure's martial soul body at the beginning, as he continued to swing the Panlong Stick, the power in his hand became stronger with each stick, and he gradually became equal to the figure under the martial soul body. Under the ring, Pan Yang, who had a lower level of cultivation, was already having trouble breathing. Wang Nan clearly only had two more soul rings than her, but the residual force of the Panlong Stick was like a mountain pressing down on her. For a moment, she felt her legs were extremely heavy. Pan Huai's expression changed again and again. Although he thought that he would not be Wang Nan's opponent, after watching the battle between Wang Nan and the figure on the ring, he realized that he, a Soul Saint, was really too weak. It was not until Pan Yang beside him pulled his clothes that Pan Huai came to his senses. He looked at the arena reluctantly, and finally took Pan Yang down to the seventh floor. Just as they left, the entire seventh floor was suddenly filled with thunder.
The true dragon is descending into the sky, and the entire seventh floor has become Wang Nan’s domain. This is indoors, so naturally one cannot see the strange phenomena from before, but the elemental energy of heaven and earth on the entire floor has already gathered towards Wang Nan, and for a moment the entire world is repelling that figure. Within the field, the momentum accumulated during the use of the sixth soul skill will be all bestowed on Wang Nan. When the Panlong Stick falls, the entire building shakes. Just when Wang Nan thought that the battle was about to end, the figure in front of him seemed to have intelligence and "looked" at him. Then, the figure rushed into the air, and the Panlong Stick in his hand quickly grew larger. An illusory huge figure also appeared behind him. The figure held the Panlong Stick in both hands, arched his body, and swung the Panlong Stick down towards Wang Nan. This is a stick that completely integrates soul power and mental power. Wang Nan felt a will from it, which is the will of the dragon soul. Although this is Wang Nan's territory, the dragon soul still looks down on the world and shakes the laws of heaven and earth with its own strength. For an instant, Wang Nan seemed to have the illusion that his own territory was shattered by this stick. But the next moment, the figure had transformed into two giant dragons again and flew to the eighth floor. Wang Nan put away his martial spirit and sat cross-legged on the stage. He no longer had the heart to look at the things around him, and his mind kept recalling the scene just now. The dragon soul of the Panlong Stick will change according to the personality of the soul master himself. The reason why Tianye Fushenglong can capture the consciousness of soul beasts, understand their abilities and evolve and transform them, in addition to Wang Nan’s colorful memories of his previous life, his own comprehension ability is also one of the reasons. Not all soul masters can easily integrate their own will into attacks by learning some methods of using mental power and soul power from Moon. Wang Nan has never been a stupid person. On the contrary, his insight and comprehension abilities are quite outstanding. At the moment of the fight, Wang Nan captured the most crucial thing in the dragon soul. Dragons are born to soar above the sky. Perhaps Wang Nan himself did not realize that his goals were no longer the same as they were at the beginning. Unknowingly, he had embarked on the road to the horizon. The move that the figure used to almost break his own territory was the will of the dragon soul. Since the world won't tolerate me, I will break this world. Thinking of this, the air around him seemed to become heavy, but Wang Nan's body was still straight, and his momentum soared into the sky. After an unknown amount of time, it seemed as if a pair of shackles around Wang Nan suddenly broke. He opened his eyes and saw Pan Huai and Pan Yang had come up to him at some point.
"you're awake?" Pan Yang was standing in front of Wang Nan. When he saw him open his eyes, his body suddenly leaned back. "What time is it now?" "I don't know either." Pan Yang shook his head. "My grandfather and I came up when we heard no movement here, and then we saw you sitting here. But it didn't take long before you woke up." Wang Nan nodded and stood up. "How about it, what's here?" "That's all." Wang Nan looked in the direction of Pan Huai and found that there was only a token here. There are six patterns on it, a sword, a hammer, a star crown, a dragon, a flower, and a ghost. It is exactly the Pope's order of the Wuhun Hall ten thousand years ago. I don’t know whether this belongs to the two Super Douluo or was originally placed here by the Spirit Hall, but it is useless now. Maybe I can sell it for a good price if I find a collector. "Okay, since there's nothing else, let's continue going up." Wang Nan nodded and looked up at the eighth floor. "Let's not go up." Pan Huai rejected Wang Nan's suggestion, "In fact, we didn't intend to take the things on this floor. If we were the only ones here, we wouldn't be able to get through this floor." Pan Huai sighed as if relieved, "I finally understand why our ancestors required that only those with dragon souls could come here. Such a powerful Panlong Staff martial spirit has become like this in my hands. I am really unworthy of our ancestors' name." Wang Nan looked at Pan Huai in front of him, but he didn't know how to persuade him. Suddenly, he remembered the will of the dragon soul just now. Perhaps it was the waste of ten thousand years that made the unyielding dragon soul in the Panlong Stick unable to be awakened. "Okay then." Wang Nan didn't say much and walked to the eighth floor alone. Just like before, there was already a figure waiting here, and his aura was not concealed at all. It was the Eight-Ring Soul Douluo. Even so, Wang Nan jumped onto the ring again. Facing such an opponent, he did not dare to hold back at all and used several soul skills at once. However, the cultivation gap between the Soul Douluo and the Soul Emperor was still too huge. In addition, the figure was also using the Panlong Stick which had a dragon soul. Wang Nan only lasted a few rounds before being swept off the stage. After Wang Nan left the ring, the figure did not chase after him, but returned to the center of the ring and looked at Wang Nan. When their eyes met, Wang Nan suddenly laughed, took out some dry food from the storage soul guide, and after eating and drinking, he sat down again and began to meditate and regulate his soul power. After he fully recovered, he picked up the stick and rushed forward again. Although he was swept off the stage again and again, this also made him understand his martial soul better. Sorry, the update is late today. I stayed up late tonight. There should be another chapter soon. You can save it for tomorrow. (End of this chapter)