Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

Why did the Lord of the Planes help Tang San?

Is it just because Tang San is blessed with luck?

No, the power of luck cannot move this strong man who has experienced years.

"What I want."

"There has always been only one thing, the branch of luck!"

The branch of luck, the will of the plane, the core of life, is a product of the same sequence.

Its existence is like a treasure of endless temptation, attracting every hair of the will of the plane.

"The branch of luck evolved from the blue silver grass, so I need to kill Han Tao!"

"The branch of luck is the martial spirit that Tang San took over, so I need to kill Tang San!"

Now, I did it!

I sent them to the arena of life and death. In fact, I no longer care about their victory or defeat, because they are trapped in that space and time forever.

"Zhu Qi, you can rest in peace!"

Han Tao sighed softly.

The long sword in his hand, with the connection of "64 consecutive cuts", turned into a white streak and slashed towards Tang San's body.

"No, don't!"

Tang San's eyes dripped with tears.

Memories flashed by like a horse-drawn lantern show, and finally stopped at a certain night.

"Xiao Wu, I broke my promise!"

"I can't revive you, and I can't avenge you!"

The remaining strength and broken body turned into ashes under the sword shadow.

"Yes."

"Tang San is dead, he is finally dead!"

Han Tao exhaled.

The plan has been made, but what puzzled Han Tao was that the time in the life and death arena did not return to the future as expected.

"Why?"

"Is there any remaining variables?"

Witnessing Tang San's body turned into ashes, he once again drove the sword shadow, swinging alternately, making the ashes even more ashes.

"The power of the resurrection divine light has been exhausted. It is impossible for it to resurrect Tang San again."

"Then why can't I return to the future?" Han Tao remained silent.

Suddenly, he guessed a possibility. The greed of the Lord of the Planes for the "Branch of Luck" was about to come out. It was very likely, very likely, that it would kill the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger and trap itself in this desolate arena.

"This is not a friendly ending."

Han Tao slowly sat down after exhaling a breath.

At this point, it is useless to say a thousand words.

Being trapped in this narrow space and time is Han Tao's current situation, so he needs to find a way to get out of it.

"How to get out of a space and time?"

One hour, two hours, three hours,

One day, two days

One month, two months

The long time passed quickly, and the predicament under the cage made life seem particularly tormented.

Han Tao even regretted killing Tang San. If he hadn't killed him, maybe he would have someone to talk to now.

"Hey"

"Since there is no way to leave here, it is better to rest assured and explore the truth of theory and martial spirit."

In the predicament, this is the only way to comfort myself.

"The Arena of Life and Death can imprison my body, but it cannot imprison people's thoughts."

The fingers moved, and the light and shadow of the illusion flickered.

In the past, Han Tao's materials, theories, evolutionary directions, various information and diaries were all recorded in the illusion.

"Is the god-level martial spirit the upper limit of Douluo Continent?"

"Can I find some way to continue to evolve my martial spirit?"

A tiny figure sat on the broad, mist-wrapped life and death arena.

There are no soul beasts, no blue silver grass, and nothing in the Arena of Life and Death.

Han Tao cannot break through his soul power, nor can he evolve multiple routes such as emperor and master.

"Residual power"

"Oh, fortunately, I have mastered the blue silver scepter!"

Xiao Wu can condense soul rings on her own.

This characteristic is obviously the ability given by the soul beast after the transformation, and naturally belongs to the authority of the "blue silver scepter".

In the deserted place, Han Tao's soul power gradually broke through.

Soul Master, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, Titled Douluo, it's just a simple leap, but it seems to have lost its meaning.

As the Lord of the Planes said, "It's useless to be trapped in a cage under time and space even if you have mastered the power!"

"Without the origin soul bone and the lonely bamboo soul ring, it is impossible to build an additional growth base."

"Without the mirror origin and the shadow origin, it is impossible to build a hidden rank."

"But I don't need them either."

Bibi Dong finally showed a satisfied smile: "It seems that I won?"

"The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger has fallen!"

"Han Tao will be trapped forever under the cracks of time."

Zhu Zhuqing, who was pierced by the Shura Sword, did not die directly. The "extra growth base", "hidden rank" and "martial soul strength" she had obtained provided a lot of physique and soul power, and these values ​​blocked the penetration of the "artifact".

"Oh, you didn't die?"

Bibi Dong was surprised.

The soul power of Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo also dried up.

Ye Lingling threw a healing spell at Zhu Zhuqing, with a somewhat cold tone: "Zhu Zhuqing, tell me, do you have any way to revive the Dark Demon Evil Tiger?"

"No!"

She covered her wound and held her breath.

Ning Rongrong also shook her head: "Oscar has lost his soul power and can no longer use the resurrection light."

The plane consciousness was excited, holding the "branch of luck" in his hand, and showed a satisfied smile.

"Now, all obstacles have disappeared!"

"Tang San is dead, Han Tao is trapped in the past, and I will be its new master!"

"And I have mastered the plane consciousness and the branch of luck, and the bastard in the life core will no longer be my opponent!"

Bibi Dong turned her head and looked at Ning Fengzhi, and also glanced at Ning Rongrong.

"Locked Han Tao in the past, this ending does not satisfy me."

"And it just so happens that the members of your Seven Treasures Glazed Sect are here, how do you think I can let you go?"

Kill Zhu Zhuqing, trap Han Tao, and destroy the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect to clear the obstacles for the rule of the Wuhun Empire.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect has been destroyed, the Clear Sky Hammer is half-wasted, the Tiandou Empire has been "stolen", and the Xingluo Empire has been destroyed.

"As long as the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is destroyed, there will be no power in this world that can compete with the Wuhun Hall, and no one can stop my will!"

Bibi Dong said coquettishly.

As a civilian, I have experienced some wind, frost, rain and snow, and stood at the current high position, and every step is like walking on thin ice.

"Master Ning, wait for your end!"

Ning Fengzhi slowly woke up from the "Yin-Yang Still Field" and saw the sharp edge of the Rakshasa power. His eyes were pale.

Using the "Resurrection Light" consumed his soul power for two months.

"No!"

"Don't dare to hurt the master!"

The voice was as sharp as the sword shadow.

The scarlet sword guard stood horizontally at the front of Bibi Dong's sickle, and the weapon of extreme strength actually competed with her body.

"It's you."

"Sword Douluo Chen Xin!"

Sword Douluo held the scarlet sword and stood in front of Bibi Dong with the soul strength of the peak Douluo.

Bibi Dong glanced at him casually: "It's useless!"

"You are not Han Tao. You can't compete with the peerless Douluo with the strength of the peak Douluo, and you can't understand the gap below the gods!"

The dual killing fields of Rakshasa and Shura pressed on Chen Xin with unparalleled force.

——Bang!

Just like his upright pride and unyielding faith, they turned to ashes under the power of the two gods.

Chen Xin fell to the ground, unable to get up.