Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

"The Blue Silver King occupies the core sequence of the Blue Silver Clan?"

"Because of the uniqueness of the core sequence, once the Blue Silver Sacrifice has existed, no second Blue Silver Sacrifice will be born in the entire Blue Silver group."

Plane consciousness is the gathering of wisdom of thousands of creatures, controlling the hidden destiny of the world. It always observes everything happening on the entire Douluo Planet, Douluo Continent, Poseidon Island, Sun Moon Continent, and the Endless Sea.

Yes, it looks down on Han Tao.

It's like the light of a new star being born, like the dazzling flash in the pan, but after all, it lacks some foundation.

"If so, what about the second ethnic group?"

"How is that possible?"

The plane consciousness casually retorted: "Han Tao, who has already mastered the godhead, used the Blue Silver ethnic group of the Sun and Moon Continent as a sample to give himself the Blue Silver Grass of the second ethnic group, but this power was not something Han Tao could possess when he was 6 years old. ”

"The Blue Silver Sacrifice will become an insurmountable barrier in front of Han Tao."

"Sad, sad!"

It claims to have mastered everything, and even if there are some twists and turns along the way, it will eventually reach its fateful end.

"Hmph!"

Han Tao smiled inadvertently.

Before the outline of the blue silver sacrificial scepter was completed, a gap-like obstacle suddenly appeared.

"The Blue Silver King is blocking my evolution."

"But that's all!"

The plane consciousness underestimated Han Tao, and also underestimated the value of martial arts and theory. This is objective beyond strength.

Tang San sarcastically said: "What?"

"You don't think you have a chance to resist in this situation, do you?"

The sleeve arrows are tightly clasped in the palm of the hand, ready to go.

Even though Tang San already had level 20 soul power, he still only believed in the hidden weapon in his hand. He only needed to wait for the divine light to dissipate. He only needed to wait for the divine light to dissipate.

"Lord, emperor, and sacrifice are the core sequences under the ethnic system."

"And I"

Han Tao paused for a moment: "When the godhead was born, my understanding of martial spirits has transcended the category of ethnic groups!"

"What's the meaning?"

The scepter transformed into a beast weapon fell into the fingers of Han Tao's right hand.

"Sacrifice is a route born from serving the gods."

"When it reaches the divine level, the sacrifice has lost its meaning, so it will exist as an independent artifact."

It is no longer the [Blue Silver Sacrifice Scepter] of the "Blue Silver Sacrifice" route, but the special weapon of the blue silver god: [Blue Silver Scepter]

"Similar to existences such as the Shura Demonic Sword and the Poseidon Trident, it is a weapon unique to Blue Silver Grass."

Tang San smiled contemptuously: "Scepter?"

"It's a useless weapon. It doesn't have the sharpness of a sword or the first attack of a spear or halberd. It's just a ceremonial staff."

"Yes, ceremonial staff supplies!"

Han Tao had no intention of continuing to explain to him.

The fingers were gently bent, and the shape of the [Blue Silver Scepter] slowly took shape just under the outline of the will.

"Blue Silver Bamboo, 5*9 structural distribution."

"The totem texture needs to be engraved, the faith gem completes the fit, and a soul needs to be arranged to reside."

"It even requires the power of faith from a true believer."

The consciousness of the plane stagnating in the sky, in the gray-black shadow, paused for a moment.

"If Han Tao wants to cross the chasm of the Blue Silver Sacrifice, there is only one way to go!"

"It is impossible to evolve a scepter that belongs exclusively to the blue silver god. However, with the resources that Han Tao had when he was 6 years old, how can he refine a real artifact?"

"Sincere faith, ultimate form, bearing gemstones, texture engraved"

The difficulty here is beyond imagination.

"Yeah?"

Ning Rongrong smiled softly.

The wind blew through the light pink hair, and the butterfly that had been lingering for a long time flew into the palm of my hand, and the pupils hiding the deer glanced at it inadvertently.

——Ning Fengzhi’s wrist

——There is the location of the soul guide.

"Rongrong, what's wrong?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned and asked in confusion.

Rongrong showed a mysterious smile: "Daddy's soul guide does not contain hidden weapons, poisons, adaptation potions or other strange things. It only contains gold soul coins, silver soul coins, and anonymous soul coin cards. High-grade minerals, rare gems.”

Ning Fengzhi is very greedy for money, just like a businessman who is always willing to spend money.

"Rare gems?"

“RARE GEM!!!”

The expressions of Ning Fengzhi and Plane Consciousness paused. From Ning Rongrong's words, they read some possibility from the past.

"The stone carrying faith is indispensable in constructing the blue silver scepter."

"Han Tao has thought of this a long time ago, he has anticipated this, and he has planned all this!!"

The figure of the plane consciousness is no longer as elegant as before, and there is mania and anger in his eyes.

Yell, be hysterical, do whatever you want.

"Damn it!"

"So what if Han Tao gets the gem that carries faith? Building an artifact is not that simple. Han Tao is still far behind. There are too many gaps. The gap is insurmountable!"

Ye Lingling shook his head gently.

The pure white skirt and armor modified her voluptuous and well-proportioned curves, reflecting the clear eyes that swept across the beautiful lake of silver moon and golden sun.

"This is the Qiankun Qing Valley!"

"Plane consciousness, do you know why Han Tao asked you to arrive at this place?"

Plane Will remained silent.

In Qiankun Qingqing Valley, you can experience the test of Qingqing and sincerity to obtain the gift of the God of Love.

——Han Tao clearly knows this, so why is he willing to arrive here to complete this fateful battle?

"Maybe it's because of the resurrection light?" It said in a hoarse tone.

"No, it's not!"

Ye Lingling retorted: "Because Qiankun Asking Love Valley hides the only two sincere beliefs in the history of the Blue Silver Clan!"

One is the red spider lily, which is the sincere belief born in the future.

The other is in Qiankun Asking Love Valley. Han Tao chased "it" and arrived at the border of Qiankun Asking Love Valley.

"What."

"This is impossible and shouldn't be. She died a long time ago. I saw her die with my own eyes. How could there be true faith left?"

The plane consciousness, having experienced the vastness of the years, certainly knows the origin of the "true faith" of the Blue Silver Clan.

As Ye Lingling narrated, Han Tao's key step forward significantly made it panic a little.

"Stone of Faith, Sincere Faith"

"Not enough, this is far from enough. These things are not enough for the birth of the artifact. There is still a little short."

Heavy, ups and downs, panting a little.

After regaining composure for a long time, it laughed, and then turned into a crazy laugh.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Soul residence, texture engraving, Han Tao has no way to achieve it!"

"At the age of 6, Han Tao can't practice distraction control, let alone master the projection of the gods, and the so-called ghost vine soul bone parasitism is even more nonsense."

Its face was so dark that it dripped water, as if it was stained with ink stains, and Oscar's breathing beside it became heavy.

"Han Tao will fail in the end!"

"He will fall before dawn and die under the failure of the [Blue Silver Scepter]. Even if he tries his best all his life, he can't cross the other side of reality."

This time, no one refuted the plane consciousness.

Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling fell silent one after another, and placed their eyes on the place where Han Tao disappeared, as if waiting for the ending under the curtain, and waiting for someone to return.

Life and death arena.

Mist, arena, divine light, intertwined in the narrow desolation.

"Give up, you will fail!"

The color of the resurrection light gradually dimmed, and Tang San in front of him couldn't wait. He prayed and looked forward to the near future.

——He seemed to have seen Han Tao falling in a pool of blood, dying under his own hidden weapon.

"Do you remember what I said?"

"Have you forgotten something?"

——Forgot?

——Something?

Silently, Tang San followed the reminder and recalled the content not long ago, "Soul masters who have experienced death can awaken their own special martial spirit: ghost!"

"What's the meaning?"

"At this stage, the power of the ultimate martial spirit cannot make up for the gap between you and me!"

Han Tao smiled quietly.

Ghost, between the body and the soul, it belongs to both the martial spirit of the body and the soul.

"And the meaning of its birth and nurturing is to become the soul's residence in the [Blue Silver Scepter]."

The last piece of the puzzle slowly merged into the scepter in Han Tao's fingers, outlining the curves that belonged to the blue silver grass with the shadow and obscurity of "ghost".

So far

The five characteristics of the scepter material, the stone of faith, the sincere faith, the soul's residence, and the totem texture are all in place, creating a weapon that belongs to the blue silver god in the unknown historical years.

[Blue Silver Scepter]