Douluo's Heroic Spirit

Chapter 217 The Ancestor of Haotian—Tang Ritian
When Wu Ling heard the voice, he paused and turned his head. He saw a yellow-skinned mouse with a halo on the back of his head, sitting there cross-legged with his eyes closed, talking to him.

Wu Ling raised his eyebrows, and he recognized that this was the yellow-skinned mouse that he met back then that could talk for a hundred years, but it was different from the last hundred years. This time it had ten thousand years of cultivation, but it made Wu Ling even more... What surprised Ling was that the inside of this yellow-skinned mouse actually gave him a feeling of emptiness.

After becoming a Soul Saint and obtaining the Throne of Heroes, the true form of Wuhun, Wu Ling discovered that he already had a concept of "soul", which was most likely due to the origin of the Throne of Heroes.

But now, he couldn't feel the breath of soul from the body of this yellow-skinned mouse, it was like an empty shell.

Wu Ling was determined to test it, but seeing a rat acting like a fool made him feel extremely unhappy.

"It's just a test. If you beat it, you can still get the information." After thinking about this, Wu Ling stepped forward and gave it a kick without saying a word.

With a "pop", the yellow-skinned mouse was kicked into the sky by Wu Ling. He ignored its screams and was easily lifted up by Wu Ling when it was about to fall.

"Little mouse, do you still remember me?" Wu Ling shook it and asked.

"Slow down, slow down my head. I will be punished for treating the Great Immortal like this." It shook its head, sobered up and looked at the disrespectful person. "Why does this young master look familiar..." ...No, why does it feel familiar to me?"

Wu Ling saw that its tone didn't sound like it was just pretending. Just when he was about to give it a warning, a bad premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.

The next second, the yellow-skinned mouse, which was still somewhat nimble, kicked its limbs and died just like that!
Wu Ling's expression changed and he quickly threw it out. The weasel corpse in mid-air instantly turned into a powder-like thing with a "pop", and finally dissipated between the sky and the earth.

And at this moment, Wu Ling finally understood what made up that guy - soul and death energy.

Wu Ling cannot feel the soul from its body because its body is transformed by the soul, and then covered with an astonishingly huge amount of death energy. This not only solidifies its body, but also makes people unable to perceive its true identity. Condition.

"It's really interesting, a tangible... phantom? Yes, you can almost call it that. Its expression seems to be agile, but its behavior is always restricted, just like a phantom that remains here." Thinking of this , Wu Ling clenched his fists in excitement.

No matter how weird this thing is, the brave martial spirit of the skilled master is not afraid at all. If the enemy is below level [-], then he has no reason to be afraid at all. And if the enemy is above level [-], then the true power of the God-killing Spear You can try it in advance.

Immediately, the soul ring appeared beside Wu Ling, the red soul ring lit up, and the golden armor and spear were worn on his body.

"I have to say that after having Karna, I haven't used the first few soul rings for a long time. After all, my physical fitness is already strong enough, but what I lack is powerful weapons like the golden armor and the God-killing Spear."

Then, flames spurted out from Wu Ling's feet. After Wu Ling identified the direction, he soared into the sky and flew towards the former village.

Wu Ling looked down at the forest from the sky, patches of black void spread all over the ground, and even the distant sky had a collapsing scene.

Wu Ling ignored all this. Now he has only one goal, which is to find out the hidden boss in this place and kill him!

With the help of flying, the journey that originally took half a day took only half an hour to see the shadow of the village. However, there were originally many houses, and now only the largest one at the front remained.

Moreover, in front of the dark, straight house, a stage had been set up, with scattered villagers sitting under the stage, and the people carrying them were singing. Although Wu Ling could not understand what they were singing, but listening to the music, It seems to be related to Bai Shi.

Wu Ling did not disturb them. He first stopped in the distance, then slowly walked over and sat down in the audience seat under the stage, which was the last row of the row of stools.

Wu Ling sat there and listened quietly, but at this time, the only "person" sitting in the last row with him turned his head and kept looking at him.

After a while, the opera on the stage was about to end, and the man had already come to Wu Ling's side and kept smelling Wu Ling with his nose.As soon as the opera ended, the man suddenly jumped up at Wu Ling. Being smelled by a man, Wu Ling had already been a little impatient. Now that he saw him attacking him, Wu Ling hit him directly on the head. He slapped him in the face.

There was only a "click" sound, and the man's head was completely broken from the neck, and this sound attracted the names of the villagers in the front row and the actors on the stage.

Even though his head flew out, the man was still not dead. When his head fell to the ground, he shouted excitedly: "A living person, he is a living person!"

"puff!"

The head of the man who was still talking was directly crushed by Wu Ling's kick, and the villagers in front of him stared at Wu Ling after hearing the man's shout.

"A living person!" "It's a living person" "It's alive!"......

Xixi Suosuo's low growl sounded from their mouths, and with the addition of golden armor, Wu Ling also looked at the villagers.

The battle is about to break out!
Five seconds later………

Wu Ling stood on the stage, and there were piles of dissipating powder both under the stage and on the stage.

Then, Wu Ling looked at the tall, straight black room behind him.

"You come out on your own, or I dig you out."

"Haha~ My little friend, that's a good trick."

In an instant, the soul powder that was still dissipating gathered around Wu Ling. At the same time, a death energy so huge that Wu Ling was a little frightened seeped out from the ground with a will and enveloped those souls. powder.

Finally, an old man with white beard and hair and a thin body appeared there.

Wu Ling put the golden gun on his shoulder, his face showed a relaxed look, but secretly he tensed up his body and nerves, ready to take action at any time. "Who are you?"

After hearing Wu Ling's question, the old man took a deep breath.He did not answer Wu Ling's question, but asked, "What era is it outside now?"

Seeing that Wu Ling didn't speak, he asked again, "Another question, since you can come here, you must be a genius and monster in the outside world, then have you heard of Jiuyou, Angel and Sea God? "

"Angels and Poseidons know, but Jiuyou doesn't."

The old man narrowed his eyes, and Wu Ling could feel a hint of anger from it, "What about... Haotian?"

Wu Ling nodded this time, "I've heard of this, the best martial spirit in the world."

"The best martial spirit in the world? Huh, that's pretty much it.

So let me introduce myself, my name is Tang Ritian, you can also call me - the ancestor of Haotian! "

(End of this chapter)