Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

"Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion"

Han Tao lowered his eyelashes in silence.

It seemed that he covered his pupils to bury the suppressed and jumping thoughts.

"I wonder what I can get?"

"Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, her existence is very important to soul beasts, so Emperor Tian will not allow me to kill her, and she wants to devour Tianmeng Ice Silkworm."

Thinking of this, Han Tao moved his eyes to Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, the million-year soul beast that had just broken through.

He shook his head and laughed out loud: "You are not important!"

"Emperor Tian will not protect you, and the strength of the Emperor Scorpion cannot protect you either."

"Han Tao, what do you mean."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was frightened, curled up, and trembled in a trembling tone: "You can't repay kindness with enmity, I risked my life to meet the million-year heavenly tribulation just to help you cleanse the fire poison in your martial soul, how can you have any ideas about me now?"

"Besides, you haven't reached the Titled Douluo yet, you can't absorb my soul ring, and there is no point in killing me?"

Han Tao was unmoved.

The sacrificial staff was waved in his left hand, and the illusion was like a brick wall carved by mist, isolating the Ice Emperor from it.

"I promised before that I would prepare a soul bone for Rongrong."

"And didn't you always want to sacrifice to her before?"

"Rongrong happens to be a Titled Douluo, and can meet all your needs."

As for... Ice silkworm soul beasts have no bones and cannot give birth to soul bones?

How the hell is this possible?

Han Tao didn't believe it: "Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, tell me your choice."

"Do you want her to kill you with her own hands, and let her spirit guide the birth of soul rings and soul bones, or do you take the initiative to sacrifice?"

Tianmeng was silent.

His eyes quietly looked at Ning Rongrong. Although she was gifted, she was a friend of Han Tao, and he couldn't guess her character.

"Can you agree to one condition?"

Han Tao rolled his eyes: "What are you thinking about?"

"Even if I agree to the promise, I may not fulfill it, so why bother?"

And it was unexpectedly firm: "No, I believe you!"

"I can believe you on this point, because in the previous promise, you did not greedily plot my soul bone, but gave it to Ning Rongrong."

"Just based on this point, it is worth a gamble for me."

It has never lacked the courage to gamble, even if the price is its own life and soul, in exchange for a trivial possibility.

Han Tao was surprised: "Then what conditions do you want?"

"Uh, I haven't thought about it!"

"But I can feel that as your strength grows, the weight of this condition will become heavier and heavier."

"And when you become a god, or a higher level, you only need to make a few strokes to help me complete the qualitative transformation."

"Okay!" Han Tao did not refuse.

Han Tao certainly would not refuse, so he waved his hand casually, letting the wind blow in his sleeves, comfortable.

"A wise choice, but."

"If your conditions make me feel embarrassed and dangerous, I will refuse."

Hearing the response, Tian Meng smiled with relief.

When the two fulfilled their promise, the broken and disillusioned light and shadow became dazzling.

——The sacrificial ceremony begins

"Han Tao?"

Finally, Ning Rongrong's voice was heard.

Her face was rosy and her eyes were timid: "I thought you had forgotten your promise long ago!"

"I didn't expect that you actually prepared a million-year-old skull for me. Oh, how can I repay you?"

She shook Han Tao's body, which was pretentious, causing Ye Lingling to feel dissatisfied.

"The million-year soul bone is indeed precious, but compared to the quality of [Illusion·Mirror Image], it cannot be measured by value."

"Moreover, the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm seems to be able to form a system with the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord. Isn't its skull and the third eye bone a more clever combination?"

Ye Lingling suddenly said: "It may be risky!"

"If the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord and the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm cooperate with each other, is it possible to threaten her soul?"

"After all, it is a critical position like the skull?"

Tang San is a lesson learned from the past.

"No, there is no risk!"

"I have mastered the Blue Silver Lord's Eye. This is a reference to the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord, but it is higher than the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord."

The third eye bone is a fusion of the Blue Silver Lord's Eye.

The external soul bone transformed by the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord, although the age and quality are higher than Han Tao's eye bone, is lower than the god-level martial soul in the chimeric form.

"Evil Eye Tyrant Lord?"

Han Tao asked softly.

The calm voice woke it up like a loud noise.

"What's going on?"

The mighty spiritual power revived in the eye bone.

"Evil Emperor!"

Di Tian, ​​Bi Ji, and even the Ice Emperor were silent.

[Its status is only below Di Tian, ​​and it is above thousands of soul beasts]

The Evil Eye Tyrant Lord sensed his surroundings and suddenly laughed wildly.

"Tian Meng Ice Silkworm?"

"A million-year-old Tian Meng Ice Silkworm, and it is being sacrificed?"

"Han Tao, you are such a good person, you brought the most delicious meat to my mouth."

The Evil Eye Lord couldn't stop his joy.

It only needs to devour. It doesn't even need to devour, it can evolve again with the help of Tian Meng.

Ning Rongrong retorted: "You seem to be happy too early!"

"Evil Eye Tyrant Lord, you are just a dead soul beast, you can only control my external soul bone."

"You were not our opponent when you were alive, how can you compete with us now?"

It sneered disdainfully, speaking arrogantly.

"When I understand and absorb Tianmeng, you will naturally not be my opponent."

"Get out!"

Han Tao sneered.

"The Blue Silver Lord's Eye is the will controller of the Blue Silver Clan. At the same time, because of the existence of the external soul bone, it is also the controller of your Evil Eye Clan."

The God-level martial soul involves the soul in the third eye bone.

The Evil Eye Lord found it difficult to understand and accept: "What?"

"How is this possible? How is this possible?"

"I am the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord, the supreme ruler. Even the soul bone transformed by death and decay should be above you. How can I be controlled by you?"

The strong mental power swept across the world of the extreme north frost.

And above the clouds in the sky, witnessed the eyes fused by the martial soul, soul ring, and soul bone.

"God-level martial soul."

It fell silent.

Surprised, horrified, involuntarily.

I was only in a short sleep, but Han Tao had already achieved a subversive leap in his martial soul. He had far surpassed me.

"What do you want to do?"

Han Tao smiled contemptuously.

"I can easily strangle your soul now."

"But I can spare your life temporarily, because I am very curious about the power of the 'Blue Silver Eye' born from the 100,000-year-old evil eye tyrant."

It replied: "I can tell you!"

"But you also know that soul skill information is not applicable to different martial souls."

"If you want me to give birth to a 100,000-year-old 'Blue Silver Eye', you must let me enter your soul ring and evolve according to the laws of the world, and this requires consuming my soul and origin."

Han Tao smiled sarcastically.

What crooked idea is it, Han Tao can't know?

Isn't it just to break away from Ning Rongrong and come to my side to snatch the control of the "Blue Silver Domination Eye". If it succeeds and plunders Tianmeng, it may really let it go out of the soul bone to become a god.

"No need to go through so much trouble!"

"Ning Rongrong, Ye Lingling, let's fuse our spirits!"

Nine-Hearted Begonia, Nine-Treasure Glazed Tower, Nine-Leaf Blue Silver Emperor, fuse into a cluster spirit: [Blue Silver]

"When the spirits fuse, the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tower is part of the Blue Silver Grass."

"At this moment, you are already in [Blue Silver], and you can evolve the 100,000-year-old 'Blue Silver Eye' according to the laws of the world."

The Evil Eye Tyrant Lord fell into a long-lost silence.

And its soul was once again held in Han Tao's palm, looming, as if it would be crushed in the next second.