Chapter 511 (1/2)

The scarlet light shone everywhere, as thick as blood.

Blood color represents disaster, and in the hands of Title Douluo, it represents unparalleled destructive power and power.

This... Can also be said to be a symbol of power.

Salas' 100000 year Soul Ring shines to the extreme, and people on the battlefield are inevitably affected by it. No matter which soul division dares not ignore the power that 100000 year soul ring can erupt and represent.

This is the real terror!

Even Wang Jian can't ignore it!

All over the sky, the dead thorns are dancing wildly, blocking the sky and the sun, emitting a black death. Not only does the light in the whole world seem to become dim, but also the temperature seems to be declining rapidly.

Salas is holding the black spear of death thorns. There are strange blood lines on the spear. It looks very strange!

”Death

Salas's hair is also flying wantonly, but his eyes are very bright, and a deep voice comes out of his mouth.

”Thorns!”

The death brambles flying all over the sky are reflected behind Salas. They are like black Python full of spines, with high posture and ferocious face

”Release!”

As soon as the words fell, the spear of death thorns in Salas's hand was in full bloom like a budding flower.

Starting from the sharp tip of the gun, the gun body was divided into dozens of petals, sharp and slender.

And in the center of the flower of thorns, it is not the existence of stamens, but a bunch of monstrous blood colored thorns. They grow up crazily and mingle with the dead thorns around Salas.

Bang!

Bang!

On the earth, within a radius of 1000 meters, one after another of the death brambles suddenly came out from under the earth, devouring everything around them like an evil python. Many elusive soul masters were entangled by these death brambles. As the thorny death brambles caressed their bodies, there was a terrible cry on the battlefield!

In the sky, death brambles attack Wang Jian.

Their speed was unbelievable, and they were extremely agile. When Wang Jian dodged quickly, other dead thorns had blocked his other way out.

”Shua!”

The thorns of death break through the sky like chains across the sky, with sharp iron thorns on them.

In a moment, Wang Jian was surrounded by the dead brambles. On top of the black dead brambles, there were red dead brambles that were as scarlet as blood and living creatures.

They are like the giant python hovering on the iron chain, hissing and spitting snake letters, looking at Wang Jian coldly.

”That's interesting.”

Looking around, Wang Jian suddenly laughed and took a deep breath.

It's worthy to say that it's the super Douluo with the Soul Ring of 100000 years. This kind of power is really beyond imagination.

Outside, one after another black death brambles are constantly blocking the way out of Wang Jian. One layer after another, all the way out of Wang Jian are blocked.

Wang Jian tried to test the strength of these dead thorns with a vertical split.

But found a tens of meters long streamer cut down, only the nearest ten meters of dead thorns were cut off, the distance of those dead thorns just suffered a little damage.

The strength of these dead thorns is beyond imagination!

And this dead bramble has laid a range of nearly 1000 meters!

Looks like this is a dead end?

Now beyond the death thorn cage, at least that's what Salas thinks.

Looking at the huge black cage in front of him, a smile suddenly appeared on Salas's slightly tired face.

I'm stuck at last!

Yu Yuanzhen, who was fighting in the sky, and the master's face could not help showing anxiety.