Legend of Douluo, the god of snow

Chapter 121 Tang Le's Third Soul Ring 4
Taking a deep breath, Tang Le calmed down, and under the destructive power of the soul, the Black Silver Grass emerged from the palm, as if feeling the abundant soul power beside it, it shook its branches and leaves excitedly.

Dots of starlight appeared on the wide leaves of the black silver grass, like a big net, absorbing all the soul power hovering above the black-spotted monarch butterfly.And these soul powers also swarmed in like children who had found a home. For a while, all the huge soul power squeezed in, and even the surrounding space was a little distorted.

Feeling the clumps of soul power pouring into her body, Tang Le's heart was shocked, and she couldn't help thinking: Good guy!How old is this soul beast?Soul power is so abundant.

The soul power that broke into his body like a surging river plundered all the energy in his body wantonly, and washed away his tendons like a flood.

The next second, Tang Le's skin began to heat up, and the dividends accumulated in his dantian began to emit huge heat, as if an oven had been installed in Tang Le's body, and the continuous heat expanded outward.

The moment the domineering aura of the black-spotted monarch butterfly entered Tang Le's body, it began to swim wantonly and began to transform Tang Le's body.

Even though he had practiced many times, the pain he experienced every time brought Tang Le an unforgettable memory.

At this time, the bones of his whole body seemed to be shattered, and he was crushed by the steamroller until his face was broken into pieces.But in the next second, the abundant upgrade repaired the bone again, and then it was crushed hard, and it became pieces again, and then restored it again.

The transformation of the body continues like this. These pains make Tang Le's life worse than death. If you want to have a good time, you can have a good time. Can we stop doing this?
Almost in the next second, the skin of Tang Le's whole body began to emit scalding heat. Every pore on the skin opened his mouth wide, breathing in the surrounding air wantonly, and constantly expelling the heat from his body.

Now he looks like he is sitting in a hot spring with a temperature of more than 50 degrees, and the skin all over his body is hot and red, like a boiled crayfish.

The blood in his body spurted out of his mouth in the next second like a volcanic eruption. Tang Le only felt a sweetness in his throat, and he spit out a mouthful of clean blood without any reaction.Although he is still conscious at this time, the power in his body is completely beyond his control. The domineering power brought by the black-spotted monarch butterfly is something he can't control at all. He can only passively defend and accept it.

Under the impact of this soul power, Tang Le's bones were about to shatter, and the blood vessels all over his body were like water pipes that had been filled with water, and they might explode in the next second.At this moment, his whole body was bulging, and there were blue veins on his arms and face. He was like a fat man who was boiling all the time. Only he could feel the severe pain in his body.

The greater the age of the absorbed soul ring, the greater the pressure and load it will bring——Master
He couldn't help but see the familiar face of the master in his mind, that zombie-like face, as if teaching him again, why are you so reckless?Do you know that this is a thousand year soul beast?Can you really absorb it?You're going to die like this, you know that?
Although the master repeatedly asked himself and Tang San to absorb the spirit ring safely, he and Tang Shan did not obey each time, challenging their lives time and time again, and creating new records that made the master amazed.

Today, no matter what, he must take the soul ring of the black-spotted monarch butterfly for his own use.This was the only thing Tang Le could think of, and it was what he had to do.

The phantom of the black silver grass suddenly appeared in his mind. The black silver grass in front of him was constantly absorbing the soul power in his body. Clearer.

Then another Black Silver Grass appeared. Like the previous one, it grew up slowly, and then the second, third, and fourth appeared before Tang Le's eyes.

Countless black and silver grasses are like a black ocean, and the leaves are shaking slightly, as if greeting Tang Le.

No matter what Tang Le thought in his heart, he just didn't feel a blood-red mist rising outside him at this moment.

That layer of mist was like an invisible protective cover, surrounding Tang Le.Although it looks cool on the outside, it can be clearly seen if someone with a discerning eye is around.

These red mist were not produced by soul power, but by the blood in Tang Le's body coagulating through the skin.

In other words, this is Tang Le's own blood.

The blood-red mist condensed into a water polo, hanging on his body like dew. At the same time, Tang Le's body was dripping with sweat, and the skin on his body began to ooze traces of blood.

Suddenly, in Tang Le's consciousness, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared. The familiar figure carried a trace of resentment, and the black-spotted monarch butterfly reappeared in his mind.At this time, it looked even more terrifying than before. Two blood-red eyes stared at Tang Le firmly, making people feel creepy.Especially the big blood-red wings behind him are even more frightening. Every time they wave lightly, the strong smell of blood comes to the nostrils.

The black-spotted monarch butterfly flapped its wings frantically and rushed towards Tang Le. The closer the distance between them was, the more clearly Tang Le could feel the strong hostility on the black-spotted monarch butterfly.

It was like a layer of impenetrable light and mist that enveloped Tang Le all at once.There were bursts of strange screams coming from Tang Le's ears, and now he even had hallucinations, whether he was on the eighteenth floor of hell, the creepy sound made him not only shocked, but suddenly Make him twitch all over.

Every attack of the black-spotted monarch butterfly made Tang Le frown. Looking at his dry lips at this time, coupled with his pale face without a trace of blood, one can judge how painful he is going through at this time torture.

This kind of violence is not something everyone can bear. A person like Tang Le who has experienced three times will naturally not be easily defeated. If it were someone else, he might already be in a state of confusion.

Steady mind, this is what Tang Le needs to do most.

He injected a bit of soul power into the dantian, and the Beiming Divine Art began to operate slowly, and a trace of cool Beiming true energy spread from the dantian.Beiming Zhenqi obviously has a more excellent effect on this kind of violent Qi. When all kinds of violent and fierce anger encounter Beiming Zhenqi, it is like a mouse seeing a cat, and quickly hides away.

(End of this chapter)