Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 366: The Strange Nightmare Beast
Ye Guyi killed the dying Nether Thunder Douluo with one sword, and his soul power instantly increased by two levels after receiving feedback.

At this moment, the angelic shadow behind Ye Guyi erupted in a brilliant golden glow, and its six pure white wings quietly unfolded. At this moment, the dazzling golden flames enveloped Ye Guyi's exquisitely slender body, and the Hurricane Battlefield Spirit Ring was also rendered a dazzling golden color.

"Six-winged angel?" Nightmare Douluo was so horrified that he screamed out loud.

The six-winged angel that had not appeared on the continent in nearly ten thousand years was actually encountered by the two of them today. They had no place to cry.

Nightmare Douluo's heart sank as he watched the murderous men and women slowly surrounding him. The next moment, the Nightmare Beast's purple-pink light suddenly became illusory, then transformed into a hazy mist. Nightmare Douluo's own body had vanished.

"Playing tricks!" Ma Xiaotiao, who had transformed into an ultimate fire phoenix, let out a loud phoenix cry that resounded throughout the venue.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Phoenix Dances in the Sky!"

The swooping fire phoenix paused in the air, wings spread to their fullest extent. Then, its entire body spiraled into the air. Circles of dazzling light were swirled by its wings. The resounding phoenix cry continued to resonate throughout the sky. Bands of intense, blazing red light expanded outward. At this moment, Wu Xuan felt his soul power rapidly draining away. The bodies of the long-dead below him were instantly reduced to ash by the intense heat.

"Hmph! I'll see if you survive!" After nearly ten seconds of intense heat, Ma Xiaotao, her spirit form finally fading. Her eighth spirit skill, a 100,000-year-old Fiery Apricot, was so powerful that even a Titled Douluo would die.

"Hehehe!" As the phoenix flames faded, a strange laugh suddenly rang out, and the illusory purple-pink light instantly transformed into a nightmare beast. The nightmare beast opened its mouth wide, and a strange purple light burst out directly, covering Ma Xiaotao.

Not only was Ma Xiaotao in disbelief, but even Ye Guyi's eyes widened. How could this be possible? The evil spirit master's life force had clearly vanished, so how could he still be alive?

Wu Xuan on the side was also shocked for a moment. How could the life and death of Nightmare Douluo in his domain deceive his perception?

Just as Ma Xiaotao's body erupted with phoenix flames, ready to withstand the attack, a dazzling light suddenly shone from behind her. The bright moon that had been hanging behind Zhang Lexuan suddenly flashed out.

"The seventh soul skill, martial soul true form!"

Elsewhere, Zhang Lexuan's body turned completely silvery-white, its incandescent glow illuminating every detail. In the sky, the bright moon expanded at an astonishing rate, exceeding a hundred meters in diameter in the blink of an eye.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Immortal Moonlight!"

In a white haze, the dazzling moonlight fiercely slammed into the strange purple light, and Nightmare Douluo's unexpected sneak attack was shattered into nothing. It vanished into thin air.

The Nightmare Beast is indeed a top-level evil martial spirit. Ever since dealing with the evil spirit master head-on, the abilities displayed by Nightmare Douluo have been the most bizarre.

The benefit of having someone to hold the fort was apparent at this moment. Otherwise, Nightmare Douluo's sudden attack would have definitely injured Ma Xiaotao. If she were injured, the risk of exposure for the four of them would have increased several times. After all, those evil spirit masters were no fools.

The attack had no effect, and Nightmare Douluo's heart tightened. The Nightmare Beast once again turned into a ball of light purple mist.

No more fighting! Nightmare Douluo was terrified. The death of Nether Thunder Douluo hadn't been such a huge blow to him, as he had his own means of escape. As the eighth elder in the Holy Spirit Cult, he wasn't suited to combat. As a Spirit Master of the Agility Attack type, his greatest strengths lay in surprise attacks and assassinations.

The method by which his martial spirit's true form becomes ethereal is maintained by his primordial soul power. In this state, his life force is instantly reduced to zero, and this primordial power allows him to ignore all damage for two seconds. This is also why he has not yet constructed a soul core despite possessing a top-level evil martial spirit. Due to his frequent escapes, his primordial soul power is rarely at full capacity.

But Nightmare Douluo never expected that Ma Xiaotao's eighth soul skill was a continuous soul skill.

Although he escaped Ma Xiaotao's fatal attack without injury, his original soul power was depleted by nearly 50%. This was the foundation he accumulated for the construction of his soul core.

"Hehehe, have you seen what I'm capable of? Although I'm no match for you, you're far from enough to kill me." Nightmare Douluo bluffed.

"Really?! I don't believe this kind of defense comes without a cost!" A powerful silver-white light suddenly blazed. The bright moon behind Senior Sister Zhang Lexuan had transformed into a silver moon. Its brilliant light truly seemed to be rising within Wu Xuan's realm. The moonlight swirled, and the surrounding air violently twisted and shattered. A circle of absolute black vacuum formed around the silver moon. Eight soul rings—two yellow, two purple, three black, and one red—rose in succession.

"If you let me go, I can use my spirit to gain momentum without revealing any information to you." Nightmare Douluo was instantly anxious. Another 100,000-year spirit ring, the coveted 100,000-year spirit ring of a Titled Douluo, was now completely worthless, being released at will. Nightmare Douluo wanted only to slap himself in the face for being so complacent while surrounded.

"The eighth soul skill, Blood Moon Eclipse!"

Without a response, the eldest sister ascended into the air, standing before the silver moon. She formed a strange hand gesture with her hands. Above her, the blood-red halo at the end of the list slowly rose. The silver moon was gradually stained by the blood, transforming into a blood moon. Instantly, a stench like a bloody storm filled the air.

Fight! Nightmare Douluo secretly hated him. He still had less than 40% of his original soul power to protect his body and block this round of 100,000-year soul skills, so he was still confident. He didn't believe that the little beast's domain could withstand so many large-scale destructive attacks in succession.

That streak of blood-red light shot out, and the air seemed to evaporate completely in an instant. The hazy, light purple mist that Nightmare Douluo had transformed into suddenly turned blood-red upon contact. Then, the intense blood-red color instantly spread. Nightmare Douluo, transformed into mist, felt a sea of ​​blood churning before him, and the next moment, his internal energy and blood seemed to surge with it.

In just a moment, Nightmare Douluo couldn't bear it anymore, and the mist was forced to gather together and restore his true form.

"I caught you! Let you run rampant!" Wu Xuan, who had been waiting for a long time, attacked in horror.

Rumble!
As Wu Xuan slowly raised his right hand, a hurricane-sized hand, about seven or eight feet in size, appeared out of thin air with a sound of explosion as the air flow gathered rapidly, and then slowly rose up as Wu Xuan gained momentum.

(End of this chapter)