Douluo Jueshi: Obtain Sharingan at the beginning!

Instead, he was unwilling to accept his weak strength. During his time at Shrek, he developed a comfortable personality.

Even the belief in becoming stronger was dimmed a little. A comfortable environment would wear down a person's will.

Douluo Continent is ultimately based on strength. Weak strength will only lead to countless failures.

"Without strength, you will only be slaughtered and become someone else's pet."

"Shrek Yan Shaozhe and"

At this moment, the grievances suffered by Shrek, stimulated by the defeat and Long Aotian, finally broke out.

Emotions were no longer suppressed, and a mental storm seemed to blow in his mind--

"I need strength. I need strong power!!!!"

"I don't deserve that feeling of powerlessness!"

"This is my first failure, and it will be my last failure."

Boom! ! !

The sky suddenly became gloomy at some point, as if covered by ink, and suddenly became extremely dark, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

With the first drop of rain, a drizzle of rain soon spread without warning, and soon turned into a downpour.

Rumble!

"Snap————"

In the dark clouds, it seemed as if there was an electric dragon constantly shuttling back and forth, tearing the sky into cracks, and fiercely striking the ground, densely and continuously.

The thunder that had been dormant for a long time also suddenly broke out at this moment, and the rolling sound waves were visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions, making people's eardrums hurt and their hearts uneasy.

Accompanied by lightning and thunder, the violent wind and rain finally couldn't hold back, bared their fangs, bit the ground fiercely, and blew the green trees to the ground, as if to uproot them.

The whole square suddenly became hideous, no longer the calm and peaceful appearance before, which made people feel daunted.

"Ah————"

Han Yu suddenly covered his eyes and his body trembled violently. The rain soaked his whole body. His breath was strong and weak, but his mental strength increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Not good!"

"Han Yu is probably going to be possessed."

Du Bu Si was shocked. Han Yu's state was very much like being possessed.

His body flashed and he instantly appeared in front of Han Yu.

"Han Yu, wake up and control your chaotic soul power."

In a trance, Han Yu seemed to hear Du Bu Si's anxious cry.

His already blurred consciousness became slightly clearer.

"Teacher"

His eyes suddenly opened, a trace of blood and tears mixed with rain, making his handsome face covered with blood, looking hideous.

"Han Yu, your eyes"

Du Bu Si looked at Han Yu's scarlet eyes and his heart trembled slightly.

In his vision, Han Yu's eyes were like deep scarlet gems, flashing a cold luster in the dim light.

The Sharingan looked unusually abrupt in the quiet darkness, and the three magatama slowly turned, like a wheel of fate, foreshadowing unknown changes.

The magatama did not rotate in a cycle as usual, but the tail gradually stretched out, outlining a blood-red track.

These tracks twisted and deformed in the constant stretching, and finally presented a strange and solemn geometric figure, with the three magatama connected to each other by dots.

They converged into a pattern like a big windmill, and every time it rotated, a hint of ominous breath seemed to condense in the air.

All this constituted a strange and mysterious visual chaos that made people unable to look away.

He struggled to stand up slowly.

Bursts of laughter "Ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Whished out from Han Yu's throat, he held his forehead with his hand and closed his eyes.

His body leaned back slightly, his arms remained strong, as if he was trying to resist an invisible pressure.

The crazy laughter seemed to come from the depths of his soul, then flowed through his throat and tongue, and passed into his mouth, and finally laughed wildly.

The power that surged up in an instant made Han Yu feel unprecedented excitement.

"Teacher, I'm fine, better than ever..."

His tone was filled with a strange calmness and madness.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, wiped the blood and tears from his eyes, raised his head, and stared ahead.

"These eyes can see through the darkness."

Han Yu slowly turned around, with a determined smile on his face. The long sword in his hand seemed to have life, and gently but firmly inserted it into the scabbard behind him, making a slight "swish" sound.

He looked at Long Aotian firmly, with a crazy smile on his lips,

"Now, let's fight again, Long Aotian.\

,"The challenge in his voice was clearly discernible.

Du Bu Si's eyes were complicated, his brows slightly wrinkled, and he stretched out his big hand full of veins, gently placed it on Han Yu's shoulder, and probed into it a little bit of soul power.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes,

"Huh? What's going on? The soul power is much stronger and very stable\

,"murmured in disbelief.

Han Yu chuckled and shook his head,

"Teacher, I said I'm fine now. I just want to have a good fight now to verify my current strength.\

,"The voice was full of determination.

Du Bu Si's eyes showed recognition,

"It seems that your martial soul has evolved again. Well, since you want to try it, let's see what your evolved martial soul is like\

,"The voice was full of expectation and worry.

He nodded, even though there were thousands of thoughts in his heart, he could only suppress them in his heart at the moment.

Long Aotian slowly walked over from the side, his eyes full of surprise and a hint of disbelief.

"your eyes."

Han Yu walked up to him, and the large windmill pattern slowly flowed in his eyes.

"Brother Aotian, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to evolve to the highest form of these eyes so quickly." (Regular form, excluding eternity.)

At this moment, the originally dark sky suddenly cleared up, and a rainbow illuminated the entire Noumenon Sect.

"Now, in order to thank you, please experience the power of these eyes for yourself."

Long Aotian's expression changed and he stared closely at Han Yu's scarlet eyes. At this moment, he felt full of danger.

"It seems that you are very confident in your eyes, so let me teach you."

"Tsukuyomi." (Skuyumi!)

Han Yu slowly closed his right eye, the large windmill pattern in his left eye rotated, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his eye.

"This is."

Long Aotian's pupils suddenly dilated, and the entire square suddenly disappeared, as if it had lost its color. The sky, stars and clouds all became dim, and the whole world fell into a strange gray shadow.

In the silence, the only colorful spots were Han Yu's twinkling Sharingan eyes. They were like bonfires at night, emitting an ominous light.

When he woke up again, he found that he was tied to the cross and could not move his hands and feet.

Han Yu stood in front of Long Aotian with the sword in hand, with a calm expression on his face.

"How long can you persist without the Sharingan?"

The sword thrust forward.

"Puff——"

"Um--"

Long Aotian groaned, and a wound was instantly stabbed on his chest, and blood spread down.

Han Yu slowly pulled out the sword.

"ah--"

Long Aotian let out a scream. At this moment, his heart was full of fear, but this was obviously not over.

In the blink of an eye——

He opened his eyes, and the puncture wound on his chest disappeared, as if he had never been injured.

"What I just did was an illusion."

"This is too real. I can clearly feel the pain."

Long Aotian murmured to himself, looking at the two "Hanyu" who appeared in front of him at some unknown time.

Two Han Yus, one holding a sword, stabbed it, and the other caught it and said:

"In the world of 'Tsukuyomi', space, time and quality are all under my control. In the next seventy-two hours, I will keep stabbing you with a knife."

"puff--"

"ah--"

Long Aotian was unable to move and screamed in agony.

I don't know how long it took, but Long Aotian didn't feel Han Yu's movements anymore, and his consciousness slowly woke up.

The next moment, the scene before him made his eyes widen.

"That is."

The two Han Yus still stood quietly in front of him holding the sword, expressionless.

"In the world of 'Tsukuyomi', space, time and quality are all under my control. In the next seventy-two hours, I will keep stabbing you with a knife."

"puff--"

"ah--"

Long Aotian was unable to move and screamed in agony.

"Calm down, this is an illusion."

Although it was very painful physically, Long Aotian kept reminding himself that this was an illusion, and all the experiences here were fake——

Han Yu kept stabbing in one knife after another and said:

"I don't know what the weakness is in your heart, but most people must not be able to bear this kind of pain."

"Don't underestimate it by thinking it's an illusion."

As he said that, Han Yu raised his knife and stabbed him again.

"what--"

"This pain is not an illusion, this pain is exactly the same as in reality."

Long Aotian was shocked, breathing heavily, and the cold sweat on his forehead wet his clothes.

Knife after knife, over and over again.

"How long can your spirit last?"

"ah--"

Long Aotian's pupils suddenly widened, and he kept breathing heavily. The extreme pain made him almost faint.

"Huhu."

"This is."

The strange and horrifying environment caused his ghost to escape. In the dark red space, countless figures like him suddenly appeared.

"What kind of illusion is this? Why can't I break away? His strength is obviously only that of Soul Lord."

Long Aotian breathed heavily, his heart full of doubts.

As the owner of the original martial soul, his mental power is not low. He doesn't know how much higher it is than those at the same level. But even so, he can't break through this environmental space with all his mental power.

Countless "Hanyu" appeared in front of each "Long Aotian" instantly, each holding a sword and looking at him quietly with scarlet eyes.

"Seventy-one hours, fifty-nine minutes, fifty-nine seconds."

“It’s still a long time”

Long Aotian, who was bound on the cross, raised his head, his tone trembling.

Han Yu stabbed out again.

"Only for so long."

A trace of impossibility flashed in Long Aotian's mind, obviously so much time had passed.

The next moment, countless "Hanyu" holding swords stabbed out in an instant——

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The pain made Long Aotian raise his head and let out a painful roar.

"It's not over yet. Enjoy it."

Thousands of tachis quickly enlarged in Long Aotian's eyes.

"ah------"

I don’t know how long it took, the picture rotated, and the dark red space turned from red to white.

Ontology Square.

"Hoo ho ho"

Long Aotian closed his eyes tightly, panting heavily, and his body trembled violently.

Han Yu looked at Long Aotian quietly, and there was a sourness in his eyes that made him couldn't help but cover his eyes.

I didn't expect "Tsukuyomi" to be so terrifying, instantly pulling the enemy into the illusion space for him to slaughter.

In the illusion space, he is a "god" who can change space, time, and matter at will.

You can even create the scene that your enemies fear the most and give them a devastating blow deep in their souls.

However, Han Yu didn't know what Long Aotian was afraid of, so he could only destroy his body, but it seemed that the effect was pretty good.

"Well"

"How can it be"