Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall.

The noble pope sitting on the throne raised the scepter representing the supreme power of the Spirit Hall to the sky, as if he had inherited the will of heaven, earth and all living beings.

"Rakshasa, soul!"

Evil thoughts, malice, pain, despair, and flickering emotions intertwined in Bibi Dong's mind. The projection of Rakshasa's consciousness found the flaw in her mind and constantly eroded Bibi Dong's will.

"Damn it!"

She roared with indignation: "Han Tao can kill the projection of the consciousness of the god, so can I!"

"Hehehe"

The sweet smile from the Rakshasa God came and went, as if it was disillusioned.

"Bibi Dong, I saw a shadow in your heart,,,,,,,"

The illusion pulled her mind to the secret room.

The shadow gradually enlarged,,,,,,

The flaw in the mind is the opportunity for the gods to take advantage of it.

Bibi Dong's consciousness was gradually fading, and Rakshasa's divine thoughts were fantasizing, waiting, and expecting.

"When Bibi Dong's consciousness is exhausted, it will be my chance to seize her body."

The divine martial soul, the power of thousands of years of faith, the world's destiny, is truly a perfect body.

——Woo woo

At this moment, an ethereal flute sounded.

"What?"

"What is this?"

Amid Luosha's crazy whispers, Bibi Dong's consciousness revived.

Bibi Dong smiled miserably, and was also thankful. She supported her body with difficulty: "Is it ridiculous?"

"The music of Yingying and Yanyan can heal the wounds of the soul."

In the Sun and Moon Pavilion, Han Tao once felt this power.

It can heal Huangquanlu's murderous intent, and it can also repair the gaps from the soul.

"Why?"

Luosha's tone was pale: "He is just a Soul King, and I am a god. Why can a small Soul Saint help you?"

Bibi Dong remained silent.

She used to not care when such a low-level soul master changed.

"Because. Han Tao!"

"When he killed the Title Douluo with the strength of a soul emperor, I began to value every bit of power around me."

"The tiny, insignificant role became the last feather for me to defeat you at the critical moment!"

The raised scepter fell to the ground, splashing bricks and tiles.

The trauma of the soul was temporarily healed by the power of music, and the consciousness from Luosha in the mind gradually subsided.

The crazy voice of Luosha faded and went away.

"Luosha, has failed!"

"She can't stop my will, she is just a stumbling block on my way forward. With her demise, the inheritance of Luosha's throne will be unimpeded!"

"Next, it's the godhood!"

From the soles of the feet, the adhesion of high heels and bricks and stones, an obscure scarlet power was transmitted.

The divinity accumulated to the peak.

The purple-red crystal condensed in the heart, and the dark and purple lines spread outward like a spider web, extending from the heart to the corner of the eye.

"Soul, Godhead, and Godliness."

"If you have all three, you will be a god!"

Time flies.

Ju Douluo stood there, and a deep and abyss-like oppression came from the Pope, which only appeared on Tang Chen.

"Your Highness, the great Pope, have you broken through to the level of God?"

He saluted respectfully, and his tone and expression were full of humble flattery.

Bibi Dong put away her divine power and curled her red lips: "Yes!"

"However, the inheritance of the throne is not complete."

"Not long ago, Han Tao destroyed the City of Slaughter, and Luosha's divine power could not be replenished, so I must inherit the throne as soon as possible."

Yue Guan's tone was delicate: "Han Tao is so hateful!"

"Yes, it's so hateful!"

A trace of hatred flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

The process of inheriting the throne of God almost failed. If it weren't for Han Tao, there would be no need to go through these twists and turns.

"Because the Killing City was destroyed, the Rakshasa power will gradually disappear and retreat like duckweed on the water."

"But I also got a chance!"

Ju Douluo asked: "What chance?"

Douluo Continent, the ocean dividing line.

"Han Tao, you made the wrong choice!"

Tang Chen's eyes were fierce.

Proud, with his chest erect, he seemed to be in the upper position of the conspiracy.

Looking at the other side of the ocean, although the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and the Evil Demon Killer Whale King could not be seen, the end of Han Tao could be predicted.

"You can't save Ye Lingling, you will feel the same pain as me!"

At the edge of the sea and sky, under the blue silver of the macro nine leaves, there are spider silks entwined with each other, which slowly carve into a giant web.

Like a hunter lurking in the shadows, waiting for the arrival of prey.

"Who?"

The perception of the gods is particularly sharp.

"It's us!"

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo walked out slowly, and their figures followed one after another, with martial spirits and soul power surging.

"Limited Principle Stillness Field!"

Martial spirit, spirit power, space, time, sea water, temperature, light and shadow, flowing wind, all frozen in place, like a beautiful painting.

Tang Chen's distinct beard, hair, and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes can be clearly seen.

"Ridiculous!"

Tang Chen's wanton laughter came from the frozen painting.

"Time freeze, born in the martial spirit system, can condense the power of time, but cannot shake the gods!"

"This is a gap like a chasm between the two systems. You two tiny bugs actually want to be enemies with the same gods?"

The domain is like a broken mirror.

In fact, even if Tang Chen does not drive the divine power, the two-element static domain cannot last too long.

"They really dare not be your enemy"

Bibi Dong walked out slowly.

The elegant and noble purple Luo skirt, the crown inlaid with diamonds, slowly rippled with the divine power and divinity.

"Bibi Dong?"

The finger stretched out and touched the divinity from Luosha.

Tang Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Are you the inheritor of Luosha God?"

"And at this time, you have broken through the hundredth level and inherited the throne?"

The question was full of anger, but there was a kind of despair in his heart.

Tang Chen was not afraid of Luosha, because Shura's divine power was Luosha's natural enemy, but the problem was.

Now his divine power has been exhausted, and he has not found a way to recover.

"Damn it!"

"Han Tao, you broke the agreement, you didn't intend to let me go at all!"

Although Tang Chen couldn't see Han Tao, Han Tao could see him clearly.

Seeing him yelling, she smiled softly.

"When the Killing City is destroyed, your life has entered the countdown."

"Your death is not decided by me, but whether you can survive depends on me!"

On the coastline, Bibi Dong smiled gently.

"Ashura God Tang Chen"

"You know, Han Tao gave me a bait that I can't refuse."

Tang Chen didn't answer, looking downcast.

Bibi Dong continued: "Ashura God with only a godhood, a broken soul, and no power."

"Your power and Rakshasa have the same end, but the power you have derived is one level higher than Rakshasa."

She licked her lips, her face showing greed.

The God Devouring Spider Emperor, who was brewing a god-level rhythm, slowly rose behind Bibi Dong, staring straight at Tang Chen's heart.

"Bibi Dong, what do you want to do?"