Chapter 111: The Mighty Power of the Demon Emperor Form!

Imagine, mid-battle, transforming into the Flying Form.

Directly turning into a golden demonic dragon.

Then spewing flames at a temperature of up to 7000 degrees.

Just how shocked his enemies would be at that moment.

His strength was rock-solid.

And if he ran into those leeches at the bottom of the lake again.

He'd just breathe fire on them and burn them all to death in one go.

So the Demon Emperor Form and the Demonic Dragon Flying Form were already unlocked.

Even the Lull Sword and the motorcycle were already in hand.

There weren't many things left from Moon Ride.

Perhaps the Kiva bow-and-arrow form that Wang Xiaoming had used also counted.

If that counted, then there was still the Demon Emperor Dejabaki Form.

He wondered whether the Castle Dragon counted?

But if the motorcycle counted.

Then the Castle Dragon should count too, right?

Forget it, he'd decide when the time came.

Unlock them slowly.

But the Demon Emperor Form was already unlocked.

If he didn't use it.

It would be a disservice to all the hard work he'd put in for so long.

Qin Bei looked expectant as he rubbed his hands together.

What had he come to the Northwest Mountain Range for?

It was to raise his own strength.

Now that he'd gotten his hands on the ultimate form.

Wouldn't he give it a try?

"Ga!"

Without the slightest hesitation.

Qin Bei directly extended his left hand.

The Ga hovering at his side rushed straight toward his left hand.

Then bit down on Qin Bei's hand in one bite.

There was no stinging pain.

Patterns appeared on Qin Bei's hand.

Then they spread across his entire body.

Silver chains appeared.

They coiled around Qin Bei's waist.

Then the chains suddenly exploded apart.

Revealing a red belt.

On the belt there was also a crimson, blood-red aura.

It looked extremely bewitching.

A wave of nothingness appeared.

Moon Ride's basic form appeared within the pitch-black cave.

He wasn't sure if it was an illusion.

Qin Bei felt that this transformation's power was greater than any transformation before.

He had an urge to let it all out.

He shook his head.

He walked slowly toward the outside of the cave.

Feeling that long-missed sunlight.

Qin Bei silently raised his head.

Sunlight shone on his face.

The red armor faintly revealed a holy radiance.

He slowly drew a golden whistle from the left side of his waist.

The golden whistle, under the sunlight, emitted a dazzling brilliance.

Faintly, the sound of a Long Yin could also be heard.

The corner of Qin Bei's mouth curved up slightly.

Then he inserted the golden whistle into Ga's mouth.