Douluo: Haotian myth

In the next three days, Tang Bufan concentrated on practicing at home and adjusting his condition.

On the other hand, the news that Tang Ming, Tang Feng and others' soul power surged by five levels in one day quickly spread throughout the sect, causing quite a disturbance.

The second-generation disciples were fine, but the mentality of some third-generation disciples was a bit broken. Who didn't want to have their soul power improve quickly? They all asked Tang Ming and the other five people about how to improve their soul power!

Tang Ming and the other five smiled bitterly, but they did not dare to say that they had taken the fairy flowers and fruits given by Tang Bufan, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

In the end, a few elders stood up and scolded those disciples who wanted to take shortcuts before calming down the storm.

On this day, in the backyard of Haotian Sect, Tang Xiao summoned all the disciples of the sect to gather here to watch Tang Bufan absorb the god-given soul ring.

Tang Xiao had his own considerations. Firstly, it could enhance the knowledge of his disciples, and secondly, he wanted them to know how Tang Bufan got his strength!

Even though Tang Bufan's soul power reached level 50 at the age of eleven, he got all of this through his hard work!

Every time he absorbs a soul ring, it is a test of life and death. It is not that easy to absorb a soul ring beyond the previous level! That's why he decided to let these third-generation disciples open their eyes. There is nothing in this world that can be obtained without hard work.

In the open space in the center of the backyard, Tang Bufan glanced at the crowds around him one by one. He saw his parents, Tang Ming, Tang Feng, Qingshan and the three uncles. Finally, his eyes fell on the sect leader and Wu.

As an elder, he understands that he can only succeed today, even if his goal is a hundred thousand year soul ring.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Bufan took out the Thunder God Bead from the Thirty-Third Heaven.

This is an exquisitely clear, crystal-like purple bead with purple mist flowing inside! It emits a mysterious halo under the sunlight.

Tang Bufan no longer hesitated, and flicked the Thunder God Bead to his head with his fingers. With a "bang", the Thunder God Bead shattered, and the rich purple mist poured straight down, drowning Tang Bufan almost instantly.

Tang Xiao and the five elders looked at this scene in amazement. As the purple mist continued to irrigate, circles of light began to appear around Tang Bufan.

In the crowd, Tang Zheng and his wife looked worried.

Tang Bufan had already given them a detailed introduction to the God-given soul ring. They understood that the God-given soul ring could give their son the soul skills he needed most and the soul ring with the maximum endurance.

It is precisely because of this that they are particularly worried.

As the saying goes, a father knows his son better than his father. Tang Zheng and the others knew their sons too well!

This son has been independent since he was a child. He has his own opinions on everything, and he pursues the ultimate in cultivation. In addition, there is a precedent of absorbing soul rings beyond levels. I am afraid that this time he will plan to absorb soul rings beyond levels again!

Just as Tang Zheng and his wife thought, Tang Bufan indeed planned to absorb the soul ring beyond the next level, and his goal was still a hundred thousand year soul ring.

This is a hundred thousand year soul ring, ranking first among the treasures that all soul masters dream of.

Although in theory a Titled Douluo can absorb a hundred thousand year soul ring, in fact I have never heard of anyone possessing a hundred thousand year soul ring.

Now that the opportunity was in front of him, he naturally wanted to give it a try.

He had no intention of hiding his strength, and was prepared to go all out from the beginning. It was not that he had not considered showing off his strength slowly, but in the end he gave up on this idea. He felt that this idea was completely asking for trouble and a waste of soul power.

In order to obtain a hundred thousand year soul ring, his soul power cannot be wasted at all.

Even before he received the inheritance of the God of Thunder, his physical strength was already catching up with the powerful Contra warriors. Later, on the Road to the God of Thunder, he tempered his body with thunder, and his physical strength was improved again.

These alone are not enough, but he also has two major areas of talent, the thunder field and the earth field. The power of these two fields continues to become stronger as his strength increases. Every time he advances, the field will transform, and the power

It also strengthened accordingly.

Not only that, he also has three soul bones. The skull and phoenix wings themselves are soul bones that are close to one hundred thousand years old, which can give him enough growth. As for the thunder horn on his forehead, although it was only a thousand-year soul bone at first,

But after absorbing the power of thunder many times, it has evolved, and now it is not much inferior to the other two soul bones.

Finally, the prototype of the soul has been formed in his mind, which can ensure that no matter how much pain he suffers, he can still be conscious.

These are all the trump cards he has, and they are also the confidence he has to dare to sprint for a hundred thousand year soul ring.

Immediately afterwards, two circles of light, one purple and one yellow, were released centered on his body. Under his control, they spread outward to a distance of one meter and stopped.

This was just the beginning. The next moment, a single horn emerged from Tang Bufan. Electric light flashed on it, and an aura of destruction filled the air. Then, a pair of fiery red wings spread out from Tang Bufan's back.

And in his mind, his spirit was unified.

In the outside world, with the release of Tang Bufan's two major realms and the display of his soul bone abilities, the purple mist fluctuated violently, and its form underwent extremely astonishing changes.

First, the purple mist began to transform into purple threads, and then these threads spontaneously woven together to form rings that perfectly combined with the halo around Tang Bufan, and finally formed nine

Purple soul ring.

These nine purple soul rings are still absorbing the threads transformed from the purple mist.

As these purple silk threads are absorbed, they begin to expand and continue to expand outward. After expanding to a certain extent, they begin to shrink again, and so on.

Every contraction was an impact on Tang Bufan's body, a total of nine times. The pain was indescribable. With Tang Bufan's strong body, other people would probably not be able to bear it!

This lasted for half an hour before the situation changed again.

The halos of the nine purple soul rings seemed to have absorbed enough purple threads, turning purple into black. After a violent vibration, they all turned into black halos.

Such a magical scene deeply shocked everyone present in the Haotian Sect.

But Tang Bufan, shrouded in purple mist, was trembling uncontrollably, as if he was suffering from intense pain, and his forehead was covered with sweat. Surprisingly, the sweat was purple.

The test continued, and another half hour passed. The purple mist surrounding Tang Bufan finally turned into purple threads, and Tang Bufan's state was completely exposed to everyone.

Tang Xiao's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his heart trembled slightly.

Tang Bufan looked quite miserable at the moment. Sweat was dripping from his forehead with exposed veins, and a wisp of blood at the corner of his mouth was very eye-catching. Under the broken gray clothes, the blood droplets seeping from the skin dyed the clothes red, and his whole body was constantly convulsing.

It seemed like he might fall down at any time.

A single horn stood upright on his forehead, and a pair of blood-red wings hung down from his back.

Seeing her son's tragic appearance, Xu Xiuqing almost fainted. Although Tang Zheng could still maintain his grace, his pale face revealed his worry.

The entire Haotian Sect's backyard fell silent for an instant.