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)

【Not a saint】【Many heroines】【Not stealing the original opportunity】【Decisive killing】

Traveling through the world of the full-time magician, Jiang Haoxuan became an orphan in Bo City and obtained the treasure chest system.

As long as you participate in the plot, you can get treasure chests from other worlds.

Reward the treasure chest of the White Snake World and get the blue and white snakes.

Reward the treasure chest of the Douluo World and get the innate full soul power.

Reward the treasure chest of the Doupo World and get the strange fire spirit seed.

Reward the treasure chest of the Panlong World and get the blood of the dragon blood warrior.

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Jiang Haoxuan relied on the treasure chests from the heavens and the worlds to become a saint in the flesh, invincible in spirit, and illuminate the heavens.

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."