Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

Nine colors of soul rings surround the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

So scary, so scary!

The ninth red 100,000-year-old soul ring is as alluring and pure as a drop of blood. Even if you look at it from a distance, you can still be shocked by its power.

"Dad, you."

Tang San sat down on the ground, helpless.

"Are you a Titled Douluo?"

"The strongest person on Douluo Continent?"

The strong momentum attracted Yu Xiaogang who was not far away.

"If my prediction is correct, you should be the titled Douluo wanted by Wuhun Palace, Tang Hao!"

Even though Tang Hao had already shown his strength, the master's tone was still full of disdainful arrogance.

"Hmph!" Tang Hao snorted coldly.

Yu Xiaogang fell to the ground.

The extremely strong pressure of soul power hit his head like a mountain bearing down on him.

For a moment, he felt threatened by death.

Yu Xiaogang couldn't believe it: "You want to kill me?"

He quickly took out the papal decree, placed it on his chest, and shouted angrily: "Bold!"

"Tang Hao. If you dare to take action against me, Bibi Dong will not let you go, Wuhun Palace will not let you go, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect will not let you go either!"

Seeing him acting like this, Tang Hao's expression became even colder.

"Xiao San, is this the master you worship?"

Tang San looked a little embarrassed, but he still stood in front of Yu Xiaogang, after all, "Once a teacher, always a father."

"Master is just a little weak in strength, but his theoretical attainments are still good."

As he spoke, he summoned his martial spirit: Blue Silver Grass

"Under the guidance of the master, I successfully broke through the soul master without encountering the so-called bottleneck at all."

"This is enough to prove that his theory is correct."

Tang San also knew other Blue Silver Grass spirit masters.

The vast majority of Blue Silver Grass soul masters cannot break through after reaching level 19. Only a few can use money and resources to break through to level 20 and advance to great soul masters.

"Uh!" Tang Hao was speechless.

Others are Blue Silver Grass, but you are the Blue Silver Emperor. How can this be the same?

Moreover, have you fucking forgotten that you still have a second martial spirit?

Can the attribute growth of the Clear Sky Hammer be compared to that of Blue Silver Grass?

Yu Xiaogang collapsed to the ground weakly.

His ears were perked up, wondering in his heart: "Is there a level 19 bottleneck limit on Bluesilver Grass?"

"I do not know how?"

"Oh, no, I should know this!"

Han Tao once approached Yu Xiaogang at the Junior Soul Master Academy in Notting City for some advice.

The master thought about it: "It's just that I didn't pay attention at the beginning."

At that moment, Han Tao was at level 19.

"etc!"

"This is wrong, very wrong, Han Tao???"

In the list of parameters for the National Elite Soul Master Competition, Han Tao's soul power level is a level 44 soul sect.

"Han Tao broke through the level 19 barrier?"

Yu Xiaogang looked up to the sky, questioning his heart and soul

Why is God so unfair?

Why was I limited to level 29, but Han Tao broke through?

Level 19 didn't stump him, level 29 didn't stump him either, and the same goes for level 39.

In contrast, doesn't it make you look particularly incompetent?

"Do you think Yu Xiaogang has good theoretical attainments?"

Tang Hao walked to the master's side.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang who collapsed on the ground, he frowned.

His expression contained unconcealable disappointment and regret.

How could he allow such a "master" to be Tang San's master in the first place?

From the cloak, he took out the thousand-year blue silver grass.

"This blue silver grass has a lifespan of five thousand years, corresponding to the 40th level of the soul master."

Yu Xiaogang nodded proudly: "The maximum number of years a level 40 soul master can carry a soul ring is 5,000 years."

Tang Hao ignored Yu Xiaogang: "Tang San, summon your martial spirit."

Tang San didn't understand what his father meant, but he still followed the instructions, and the Blue Silver Grass emerged.

"Come, put your martial spirit next to this blue silver grass."

Two very similar bluesilver grasses swayed, swayed and danced together.

Tang Hao began to use his soul power to suppress.

"Bang!"

The martial spirit "Blue Silver Grass" could not withstand any pressure from the soul power and began to collapse and disintegrate.

"Back off!" Tang Hao ordered.

So, Tang San put away his martial spirit and retreated to the rear.

Tang Hao began to gradually increase the pressure on his soul power.

With the strength of the Soul Emperor, the Blue Silver Grass has been in peace for five thousand years.

The strength of Soul Saint has not changed in five thousand years of Blue Silver Grass.

Contra-level oppression, five thousand years of blue silver grass, slightly damaged.

Tang Hao quickly put away his soul pressure.

This five-thousand-year-old blue silver grass is very valuable, and if it is not in good quality, it will not be sold for money.

"Do you see the difference?" he asked Tang San.

"Your Blue Silver Grass can only withstand the pressure of the Soul King level, and it cannot even withstand the pressure of the Soul King level."

"But in the wild, a normally growing Blue Silver Grass can maintain its basic structure under the pressure of Contra-level soul power."

Tang San probably understood what his father meant.

My own martial spirit: Blue Silver Grass is a piece of shit!

Yu Xiaogang raised his head: "The Blue Silver Grass martial spirit itself is like this."

"This has been the case since ancient times. There are no exceptions and there will be no exceptions."

The master's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

The medal of honor on his chest shone with dazzling brilliance, and Tang San was actually persuaded by him for a moment.

People always like to hear good words.

Tang San certainly didn't want to admit that his Blue Silver Grass was not as good as others' Blue Silver Grass, so he preferred the master's statement.

Even if the case and phenomenon were already in front of him.

"Ah!" Tang Hao sighed helplessly.

Even as strong as a Titled Douluo, he couldn't wake up a person pretending to sleep.

Spirit Hall, Pope Hall.

Bibi Dong leaned on the chair on the high platform, crossed her legs elegantly, and looked at Snake Spear Douluo.

"What's the matter?"

Snake Spear Douluo belonged to the Worship Hall, and was not in the same faction as herself, so of course she would not give him a good face.

"Xuefeng is dead!"

Snake Spear Douluo reported the first piece of information.

Bibi Dong's face suddenly became embarrassed, and she immediately asked: "Who did it?"

"You dare to provoke my Spirit Hall, you are so bold, are your eyes on your buttocks?"

Snake Spear Douluo was a little embarrassed, but still gave the answer: "Cixue, Thorny Porpoise Douluo."

Bibi Dong's face froze.

She stared at She Long for a long time, and sighed slightly: "Cixue, but you are an old partner."

"What is the specific situation?"

"According to Han Tao and Cixue, it was Xuefeng who betrayed the Spirit Hall."

"Benefits move people's hearts. He wanted to take the 100,000-year soul bone for himself. When Cixue found out, he got rid of him."

Bibi Dong laughed: "Hehe"

She stood up and held the scepter leaning against the wall, representing the supreme status of the Spirit Hall.

Her expression turned cold: "Do you believe it?"

"Xuefeng, what can he use to take the 100,000-year soul bone for himself?"

"With his soul master's strength? Or with his ridiculous identity?"

Swan Spirit, there is only one way to go to join the Spirit Hall.

From the beginning to the end, he served the Spirit Hall with great piety, and there was no other choice.

Xuefeng, as a chess piece, could not mobilize the resources of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and due to his identity, he could not mobilize the resources of the Spirit Hall.

He was an isolated island, an isolated island with no one to ask for help.

"Xuefeng is not a traitor."

Bibi Dong made a conclusion.