Douluo: Becoming a God From Dreaming

Chapter 23
The east was bright white, and there was a faint ray of light. A new day had already begun. Wang Shenmeng sighed with emotion and was about to leave.

At this time, some fire-eating moths finally got rid of the influence of the corpse grass and flew up staggeringly. As the sky grew brighter and the power of the sun spread, they would soon come to life.

Wang Shenmeng's heart moved, urging the first soul skill, the whole person turned into a big fireball, a huge moth shadow soared into the air, flames danced wildly, exuding an aura of bursting and full of destruction.

Wang Shenmeng activated the fire-eating soul ability of the soul skill, and felt that the blazing sun's fire in the void was absorbed by the flame moth shadow. Not only did the consumed soul power slightly replenish, but even the power of the soul skill increased.

What shocked him even more was that the flame divine pattern on Wuhun's forehead was distorted and changed in subtle ways as it absorbed the sun's flames. With each change, the evil fire energy under the divine pattern also appeared. A little bit of growth allows the power of this soul skill to be permanently enhanced.

Although the extent of the increase could hardly be felt, it still made Wang Shenmeng unable to bear the ecstasy.

what does this mean?
It means that he has obtained the ability to evolve from fire-eating moths devouring flames. If he absorbs enough flames and is of high quality, this soul skill can also be evolved and strengthened. With the increase of strength, it eventually becomes useless or tasteless.

Wang Shenmeng couldn't help but want to look up to the sky and laugh. This first soul skill really surprised him. Apart from the fact that the Fire Eater Moth King is really extraordinary, it must have something to do with the quality of his Butterfly Spirit itself.

After all, it is a mysterious existence that can travel through the void of the universe. If there is nothing special about it, it may have been annihilated in the boundless time and space long ago.

Satisfied, Wang Shenmeng spread his wings and turned around to leave. A few hours later, he arrived at the place where the unlucky guy who was eaten by the fire-eating moths died yesterday.

There were white bones scattered on the ground, and he dug a hole at random to bury him like a lamp went out.

After searching carefully for a while, I didn't see the shadow of the storage soul tool, but I picked up more than 80 gold soul coins, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

But being able to get a sum of money into the account can be regarded as making up for the injured soul a little bit.

After failing to touch the corpse, Wang Shenmeng stopped staying and flew towards the exit. After flying not far, he suddenly saw a big dark green snake three to four meters long wandering in the woods.

"Triangular head, small ruby ​​eyes, is this a mandala snake?"

Wang Shenmeng couldn't help but get closer. After the distance shrunk to 20 meters, his spiritual power enveloped him.

"Moth Sky Evil Fire!"

The first soul skill was activated, and with a roar, the mandala snake burst into flames without any warning. It burned so hard that it hissed, rolled on the ground, and even threw itself into the stream, but it was unable to extinguish the flames.

"The Mokong Evil Fire is really easy to use. This 400-year-old soul beast is no longer my match."

Wang Shenmeng looked at the tumbling Mandala Snake, feeling very satisfied in his heart. Suddenly his expression changed, revealing a strange look: "The Mandala Snake is nearly 400 years old. Isn't this the one that Tang San killed first in the original novel?" That unlucky snake with the soul ring, right?"

Wang Shenmeng's eyes flickered, he was basically certain, he had visited many places in this forest, but he had never seen the other 400-year-old mandala snakes.

"By the way, should I roast this snake and eat it, leaving Tang San with no way out?"

Then he shook his head again: "There is no Mandala Snake and there are other spirit beasts, such as that Lone Bamboo. Instead of letting him absorb plant spirit rings, it is better to let him absorb animal spirit rings.

After all, there is definitely no problem for Blue Silver Grass to absorb the plant soul ring. Even if the age is a little different, the first soul skill is useless in the later stage and has little impact. Maybe the plant soul ring will be more helpful to the awakening of Blue Silver Grass's martial spirit.

But it is not certain whether absorbing animal spirit rings will have a negative impact on the Blue Silver Emperor. After all, this is just Yu Xiaogang's untested theory. Who knows how many pitfalls there are?
"It's better for Tang San to step on these pits slowly. It's best to fall in them and never get out."

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Shenmeng immediately extinguished the flames. The mandala snake had been burned to all parts, its dark green snake skin was faintly charred, and it exuded bursts of meaty fragrance.

"Consider yourself lucky and cherish the few snakes you have!"

Wang Shenmeng dropped the Mandala Snake, flapped his wings and left again, rested a few times on the way, and also met some soul masters, neither of them intended to contact.

When it was getting dark, he finally came out from the Hunting Soul Forest. The gate was still guarded by a hundred people. The soldier captain couldn't hide his surprise when he saw him.

Five or six days passed. He originally thought that this little guy who entered the Soul Hunting Forest alone without knowing his life or death must have turned into the feces of a soul beast. He didn't expect to come back unscathed.

Look at the aura on his body, there are faint fluctuations in soul power, which is a sign that he has just absorbed the soul ring and failed to perfectly control his aura. It can be seen that this child has successfully hunted the soul ring.

There was immediately a hint of respect in the soldier captain's eyes. No matter what, this child was certainly not an ordinary child. He was able to escape unscathed in the soul hunting forest, and he also successfully hunted the soul beast. He looked like a ruthless character at first glance.

Such people, no matter how young they are, should be given due respect.

Wang Shenmeng didn't pay attention to the soldier's arrogant and respectful attitude. This was a very common thing in Daluo Continent. As long as you show your strength, you will naturally gain the respect of others.

In other words, this is a general rule in any world where the strong are respected. Douluo Continent, as a fantasy sewer, is not so strict and cruel between the strong and the weak compared to some worlds.

Wang Shenmeng didn't stop much, and drove towards Notting City overnight, and returned home before dawn.

He didn't rush to return the warrant, but after a good wash, he ran to the restaurant to have a delicious meal, and then went home and locked the door and fell asleep.

During this period of time in the Hunting Soul Forest, my mind was tense all the time, and even sleeping was replaced by shallow meditation. Although I was excited after absorbing the soul ring, I couldn't relieve my tiredness. I had to sleep well to recover come over.

……

At this moment, all information about Wang Shenmeng has been checked by Wuhun Palace. Even when he stopped wetting the bed has been dug out and sent to the Pope Palace.

After Ju Douluo followed Wang Shenmeng all the way back to Notting City, he didn't stop much, and after a brief explanation, he hurried back to Wuhun City.

Wuhun City, Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong sat lazily on the papal throne. The luxurious dark gold papal robe wrapped her exquisite body, and her graceful curves were looming, exuding astonishing beauty.

It's a pity that no one appreciates this beautiful scenery.

She supported her stomach with her hands, her gaze was a little erratic, as if she was absent-minded.

Ju Douluo stood below with lowered eyebrows, not daring to say a word, for fear that the Pope, who was in a bad mood, would vent his anger on himself.

"Alas, after all these years, His Majesty the Pope still can't forget that trash. I really don't know what's so good about him."

Chrysanthemum Douluo secretly complained in his heart: "Your Majesty the Pope is out of his mind. There are so many geniuses who look down on him, but he just likes the most useless trash. The reason is that the other party treats her honestly and doesn't flatter her. This is simply It goes against common sense and makes people incomprehensible.”

"Could it be that the Pope still has some deeply hidden hobby?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo did not have malicious speculations, of course, he only dared to complain in his heart, he never dared to show it on the surface, but for that trash, he threatened and lured Wang Shenmeng to be his disciple and was rejected , feeling very funny.

"Look, even a child knows that this trash is unreliable and untrustworthy, but our aloof Pope seems to be obsessed with ghosts, and his vision is not as good as that of a child. It makes people laugh!"

Ju Douluo quietly glanced at Bibi Dong with some sympathy. Wuhundian investigated Wang Shenmeng, never expecting that a certain trash master who hadn't heard from him for 20 years surfaced, and even had an intersection with Wang Shenmeng.

(End of this chapter)