Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

"Since you have mastered everything, why do you need to ask me for the method of condensing soul bones?"

Han Tao smiled contemptuously.

Boundless blue silver soul power is jumping on the waves and the ocean, and they are pointing thousands of hostility to the Lord of the Planes.

"What?"

"A mortal soul master dares to be my enemy?"

It was too long ago that he was not offended. When Han Tao disobeyed its will, the Lord of the Planes flashed with angry killing intent in his eyes.

He said coldly: "I will let you know what kind of power I have mastered!"

"Luck."

Flowing in the seven colors of flawlessness, disillusioned under the whole world.

And the hostile direction of thousands of luck locked onto Han Tao's body with precision beyond the curvature of time.

"It's just luck."

The Blue Silver Demon King stood in front of Han Tao, curbing the penetration of thousands of luck power.

"It's really ironic."

The Lord of the Planes continued to taunt: "Han Tao, a humble and insignificant human, is destined to be an ant under fate."

"You actually want to use your own luck to fight against the world? To resist the might of the entire world, you really interpret the concept of sitting in a well and looking at the sky to the fullest!"

The soul guide beside Ning Rongrong suddenly turned.

Ning Fengzhi's voice came from inside: "Rongrong, Han Tao, are you there?"

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

"The situation is urgent. The Pope of the Spirit Hall is about to find our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. She wants to complete the unfinished soul hunting plan before, so I hope you can come back!"

Han Tao was silent.

A trace of mist flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes. She suddenly understood the role of the power of luck, so she quietly waited for Han Tao to make a decision.

"No matter what choice he makes, I will listen with peace of mind"

"In this way, I don't have to think about the process and the ending. I just need to follow Han Tao and follow his arrangements to the end."

Ning Rongrong thought secretly.

She seemed to have realized her original intention and found the strongest teammate in Douluo Continent.

"Rongrong, you go back!"

Take out "Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng" and "Love Heartbroken Red" and hand them to Ning Rongrong.

"Love Heartbroken Red can help you merge with the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit. As long as you are anywhere in Douluo Continent and there is Blue Silver Grass by your side, it can help you complete the martial spirit fusion."

"As for the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng."

"In the deepest part of the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, there are two million-year-old remains of the Ice and Fire Dragon King. They are not infected by the so-called toxins, and this kind of bloodline soul bone is the best choice as a leg bone. At the same time, the dragon blood of this soul bone and the crystal blood dragon ginseng form a system, and the crystal and your gem also have a shining point."

"After you go back, find a chance to absorb them."

Waved his hand and let Ning Rongrong leave.

"Han Tao, thank you!"

Rongrong hugged Han Tao affectionately.

With a reluctant look in his eyes, his soul power surged, leading a wisp of green shirt to fly across the ocean.

"Han Tao, hahahahahaha!"

Tang San was laughing wantonly: "Without the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower, what martial soul fusion do you have, what do you have to compete with the great Lord of the Planes?"

"I will make you crawl at its feet to repent for killing Xiao Wu in the past!"

"Humph!"

Han Tao sneered.

His fingers pierced through the air and the sky, and he grasped the collar of the Lord of the Planes. The 10,000 physical value was a huge force that he could not imagine.

"How is it possible?"

"Humans, how can they have such power?"

The Lord of the Planes looked stiff.

Usually, the physical strength of a peerless Douluo is about 2,000-3,000. Tang Chen's 5,000 is already an exception among exceptions, but Han Tao is better.

"Oh, you actually have a physical body?" Han Tao felt regretful.

Because if it has no entity, when I kill it, I can find the power of "nothingness" and "emptiness" from it, which is the possibility for the "Blue Silver Domination Eye" to continue to evolve.

"But it's meaningless!"

"This is just a projection of my consciousness. Even if you can kill it, I can recover as before."

The plane consciousness pretended to be indifferent.

The majestic, colorful power of luck still flows in its perception.

A tiny sail appeared on the vast sea, and a familiar figure stepped out from the sail.

"Zhu Zhuqing?"

As the wind sailed the waves, she arrived at the edge of the Sea God Island.

Coming to her side, Tang San's tone was a bit threatening: "Since you have taken over the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, you naturally mastered its power, and the "Life and Death Arena" in it is the only existence that can kill Han Tao."

"Why should I help you?"

Zhu Zhuqing replied with a sneer.

Tang San had anticipated her answer, and Tang San was best at putting justice on individuals, after all, he inherited Yu Xiaogang's legacy.

"Because, the Xingluo Empire!"

"Davis was killed by the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, died in the past, died in the weight of the Life and Death Arena, but no one saw Davis' body."

Tang San said with a hint of temptation: "If you use the Life and Death Arena to send me back to the past, I can save Davis and leave an important heir to the throne for your Xingluo Empire."

Zhu Zhuqing looked hesitant.

Born in the royal family and loyal to the royal family, even if Davis was not her spouse, she still found it difficult to refuse the proposal at this moment.

"The Star Luo Empire must leave a legacy!" Tang San added.

"You can't give up the justice of your family and country just because of your own interests, or because of your own kindness or hatred!"

"The Star Luo Empire is the empire that gave birth to you and raised you. If you refuse to save Davis, then everything in the empire will disappear with the wind."

Han Tao listened quietly.

Leaving Zhu Zhuqing aside, he asked Ruoyouruowu: "So, are you going to agree to his conditions?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

"Han Tao, I can't refuse!"

The Lord of the Planes sneered arrogantly: "Han Tao, are you pathetic?"

"Even if you have mastered everything, even if you have the power to kill the projection, your strength will be diminished by time!"

"Everything you control is sad in the grace of fate."

"In a place like the Arena of Life and Death, unprecedented strength is meaningless. You will be killed by Tang San, and you will be killed by a spirit master who is a hundred times weaker than you!"

After hearing what the Lord of the Planes said, Tang San walked slowly and calmly, his eyes reflecting the luster of the sun.

He laughed wildly, as if he had inherited some of his grandfather's appearance.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

"In the Arena of Life and Death, everything will return to the age of 6. We will not make the mistake that the Dark Demon Evil Tiger made before."

"When I was 6 years old, I mastered the Xuantian Technique, Purple Demon Eyes, Ghost Shadows, and Hidden Weapons, but you have nothing, not even Blue Silver Grass."

"Han Tao, the theory, strength, and evolutionary sequence that you have been thinking about will disappear. And when that time comes, how can you humblely beg me for mercy?"

Tang San fell into wild thoughts.

He couldn't wait to imagine Han Tao humble and seeking perfection. This was the dream he had longed for for many years.

"Shut up!"

The Lord of the Planes said coldly.

A sudden slap landed on Tang San's face: "You've fallen into an illusion!"

"Idiot, since you already know that Han Tao has mastered the illusion, how can you still be immersed in it?"

The power of colorful and flawless luck flowed into Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, scattering all her vision, leaving Han Tao and Tang San alone.

The plane consciousness commanded: "Now, use that soul skill!"