Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

Han Tao's illusion and the environment of the fairy grass intertwined in the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire.

Infiltration, fighting, absorption, counterattack.

"What is my advantage?"

"Is it a divine martial soul known for its perception and mental power, an illusion that integrates the power of space, mirror, and emotion, or a distraction control method that has been cultivated to the 81st level?"

"And you, you just occupy a nightmare!"

Ning Rongrong, Ye Lingling, Zhu Jiu, and Yang Wudi could not understand the illusion battle between Han Tao and Huan Xinou.

Just like the Emperor Xingluo could not understand the secret battle at the beginning.

"Han Tao!"

Huan Xinou suddenly raised his head.

She looked nervous and flattered: "Han Tao, we are not enemies!"

When she used her proud nightmare, but was blocked by the "Thinking Wall", she knew that she was no match for Han Tao.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"I have absorbed your memory before, and I know your hidden secrets. Let me go, I can swear to keep the secrets in my heart forever."

Han Tao pretended to be panicked.

In his heart, there was no fear.

Long before she saw him, he had seen her in the life and death arena, and Han Tao had arranged everything.

"When she wants to read my memory, the Acacia Heartbroken Red will be activated and turned into a frosty red maple leaf!"

How could the divine fairy grass be deceived by the ultimate fairy grass?

In the shadows underground, Huanxin Lotus wanted to absorb Han Tao's memory, and the Acacia Heartbroken Red was forcibly activated, blazing like frost!

"But I won't expose her"

"I can use her to learn something."

Han Tao exhaled.

In terms of illusion, Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling can't help him, and this Huanxin Lotus is born with talent and is his perfect tool.

So, pretend to be cowardly.

The sudden anger engraved the killing intent in her eyes, and her tone seemed to be forced: "The mind illusion does have an advantage in reading memory, but so what?"

"The illusion carved by space and mirrors can allow me to find your reflection in the material dimension among countless mottled spots!"

The anger burst out at this moment.

The fingers penetrated the light and shadow, and pinched her neck in an invisible coincidence.

"Dead fairy grass can also keep secrets!"

With a throbbing expression, she swung her legs and struggled: "No, don't."

Han Tao's finger strength gradually increased, making her feel the omen of death.

Put it close to her ear and asked softly: "If you tell me the effect of the void characteristic, maybe I can let you go!"

Huan Xinou held her breath.

On this route of illusion, only one existence can reach the top. If you tell Han Tao, wouldn't it create a big enemy for your future?

But if you don't say it now, Han Tao will kill you on the spot.

"What are you hesitating about?"

The power of the shackles increased again, and the fingers carved white marks on her neck.

She was anxious, and her tone was even crying: "Woo woo."

"Han Tao, I'll tell you!"

Han Tao let go of her hand. Why did he feel that she was a villain when he saw her crying?

Huan Xin Ou stretched out her breath, calmed her expression, and spoke in a measured tone.

"Nothingness is the end of the illusion!"

"But before talking about nothingness, I need to mention something off topic."

Qinglian Huan Xin Ou changed the topic and asked questions in a way that Han Tao did not expect.

"Han Tao, do you know the God of Creation?"

Han Tao was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

The power of life and the power of destruction can be integrated into the power of creation. He knows a few secrets, but what does this have to do with nothingness?

"Among the gods, the order and rules of the God of Creation have been occupied, and millions of ordinary lives cannot get involved in that position."

"Then what?"

Han Tao couldn't help but laugh: "You want to become the God of Creation, you have such a big ambition, but I don't know if you have the strength to match it?"

Huan Xinou spread her hands, indicating that she didn't have that strength.

But it doesn't matter!

The rules of the world can't restrain the thoughts of the immortal grass.

Or maybe she has not been taught by humans, nor has the theory of soul beasts inherited, so she has set the strongest in the world and time scale as her goal.

"Under the material, in the real world, the order of creation has been occupied, so what about the virtual?"

"Stripping off the material and retreating the elements is the birth of nothingness."

Han Tao's fingers trembled slightly.

She wants to become a virtual God of Creation?

In natural numbers, in addition to real numbers, there are also imaginary numbers, and the same "false" outside the real world.

"A false god of creation?"

"Using illusion as a way to control space and thinking, transform matter and soul, and move towards the virtual path of creation?"

[Space·Mirror·Nightmare·Emotion·Nothingness]

Han Tao's expression was fanatical, and it lasted for two minutes.

Then, there was a sudden pause.

"Have I been affected by her mental illusion and fallen into false longing?"

Take out the Acacia Heartbroken Red, see her delicate color, and Han Tao exhaled.

As he breathed deeper, his expression calmed down.

"Rong Nianbing once said: Emotions transcend the boundaries of time and space, are not shaken by the laws of order, and even the power of destruction cannot destroy them in the slightest."

"Emotions are only one-fifth of the way to enter the virtual world of creation."

Perhaps, this path is feasible.

The road ahead is full of thorns, and it requires repeated consideration and measurement. Any mistakes will lead to failure. The idea of ​​virtual creation requires spirituality of historical macro-scale and unconventional courage.

These two are inherently conflicting.

Wiping away the tears, Huan Xinou said with grievance: "Han Tao, I have told you the information about the virtual world creation. Now you should fulfill your promise and let me go."

"I can swear to hide your secret."

There is no secret at all.

Han Tao nodded lightly, loosened his fingers, and threw her aside casually.

When the illusion of Han Tao and Qinglian Huan Xinou intertwined and broke, the scene in front of him was shocking.

"How is this possible?"

"Higanbana?"

"What happened?"

Because Higanbana is absorbing the power of nothingness in the soul bone of "Soft Bone Rabbit", and when the illusion is broken, its absorption is just completed.

"It's not my fault!" Huanxinou hurriedly defended and shirked responsibility: "It did it. It's the blue silver grass you cultivated. It has nothing to do with me!"

Han Tao said "hmm" softly.

Higanbana, Han Tao was just a top-level martial soul before the battle.

And at the end of the battle, it had ignored the shackles of the "Blue Silver Emperor" bloodline and disintegrated the interference of the "Blue Silver Sacrifice" faith power. Even the divine "Blue Silver Domination Eye" could not guide its will in the name of the tribe.

In short, it was out of the control of the Blue Silver tribe.

"Higanbana?"

"It robbed my nothingness soul bone and also got out of the control of the Blue Silver tribe?"

Even if Han Tao was fighting with Huanxinou, but the distraction control method existed, how could it be possible for it to get out of its own perception and absorb the soul bone in public?

"Hmm, what's the reason?"

A wisp of green clothes, eyes full of autumn water.

It was Ning Rongrong who walked slowly barefoot.

As his fingers twisted, light, toxins, and flowers and leaves appeared in Han Tao's eyes.

"Higanbana, also known as Mandragora, is a top-level soul beast formed by the fusion of Mandragora snake venom, ghost vine snake venom, and viper venom."

"And when it evolves to the top strength, it no longer needs snake venom."

Rongrong smiled charmingly: "If it goes one step further and evolves to the ultimate soul beast, it will no longer be controlled by the Blue Silver Clan."