Douluo Dalu 3 Legend of the Dragon King Fanfiction

The legend of the Dragon King is the best era, but also the worst era. The magnificent battle armor creates the pinnacle of soul masters, and the great calculations of the God King have cost countless lives.

The brave fell into the abyss, and the obituary was transmitted back to the mainland. In the declining body sect, a blue star traveler awakened. The idle hands of the predecessors who traveled through the parallel universe and the final favor of the Lord of the Plane followed one after another.

The main body and the angel coexist in one body, the holy body is the foundation of the martial soul, the energy is sublimated into the shining angel, tapping the infinite potential of the human body

Martial spirits of the same origin, shared spirit rings, inner sages and outer kings, not twins but better than twins, they are bound to revitalize the once-in-a-millennium Douluo Star and create a new era...

(This is a genius-style refreshing story, and it will not deliberately target Tang Wulin. If you don’t like it, please don’t read it)

A spirit awakening made Ma Hongjun realize a different side of himself. Gazing at the dancing figure before him, Ma Hongjun roared, "A phoenix can be holy, it can be dark, but it cannot, and should not, be vile." Years later, during the War of the Gods, Ma Hongjun, standing on a phoenix, a sea of fire shrouding him, said to the people before him, "Tang San, Bibi Dong, for the sake of our past friendship, I will only say this once: surrender or die."

"Rule one, learn to treat what you said as fart."

"Rule two, have one set of standards for others and another set of standards for yourself, so that you can have a clear conscience."

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"Rule three, what you get is yours."

"Rule four, the other party is evil, and you are righteous."

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Once he traveled through Douluo, Qianjie summed up a series of survival rules.

"Your Highness, the Holy Son, the leader asked you to go over and give you a task."

Looking at the respectful man in black, Qianjie sighed.

He traveled through time, but the time of travel was a bit wrong. He had to find a way to get out of the Holy Spirit Church first.