Douluo of all phases

Chapter Eleven: Immortal Heart!

The old man downstairs frowned, "This is... the breath of the angel clan. Why is there no trace of holy aura, but it is endless turbid air..."

"Ange, the innate level 20, the almost extinct martial soul on Douluo Continent..."

The old man shook his head, "Forget it, it's a blessing or not a disaster."

...

Back at dormitory 108, Huo Yuhao faced Chen Ming directly.

Chen Ming doesn't seem to be a villain on the surface, "Huo Yuhao, I guess you are also very curious, how did I get the Xuanming Gong."

Huo Yuhao's face was hesitant, "Yeah..."

Chen Ming's expression gradually became serious, "It is rumored that there was a Wanxiang Douluo in ancient times. His martial soul changed a lot, and he was covered with countless trump cards."

"And this Xuanming Technique is a skill created by Wanxiang Douluo. I also obtained it by chance in a secret realm."

"Now, I have said everything I know. It's your turn, Huo Yuhao."

I was willing to accept the loss of the bet. Huo Yuhao's skills were not as good as others, but he didn't plan to reveal them all. "It was passed on to me by an old man in black, and he insisted on accepting me as his disciple."

"Then……"

Huo Yuhao explained some of the ins and outs and told his own story, but he didn't mention anything about the brain.

Chen Ming had a pair of eyes, and he seemed not to hear the answer he wanted.

However, through Huo Yuhao's story, Chen Ming still discovered something, 'So, is it a brain?'

Chen Ming looked at Huo Yuhao deeply, "It's really a fate. This Xuanming Technique is unfathomable. It not only can turn the soul power into the most yin and cold, but also has a hidden function. Do you know?"

Huo Yuhao's face was strange, "It seems that the first brother... is wrong..."

Huo Yuhao quickly raised his head and looked at Chen Ming. For some reason, he always felt that he had just fallen into Chen Ming's trap.

It's an illusion...

There was nothing unusual on Chen Ming's face, as if he was just talking casually, and he didn't take it to heart.

"Brother Dao, what is the first brother?"

Chen Ming's sudden words made Huo Yuhao feel a little panicked, "Ahhhh, it's okay, it's just my childhood friend!"

Chen Ming shrugged, "Okay, but I've always been curious. Your martial soul should be spiritual. It has only absorbed a ten-year soul ring. Why does it give me the feeling that it is not weak in the mental power of the ordinary Conra?"

Huo Yuhao wanted to avoid this topic, "It's not as exaggerated as you said. I'm very curious about what your martial soul is? Are the first and second rings two ten thousand-year soul rings? How did it do it?"

Chen Ming slowly raised his legs and crossed his legs, "It's all lie, no one can be ten thousand years old with just one or two soul rings."

"This is the characteristic of my martial soul. Except for the 100,000-year soul ring, the color of the soul ring will be changed to black after I obtain the soul ring."

Huo Yuhao nodded, "So that's it."

"He lies again." Tianmeng Bingyan said suddenly!

Huo Yuhao was shocked, "What do you mean, Brother Tianmeng?"

Tianmeng Bingzi shook his head, "He lied, his two soul rings are real ten thousand-year soul rings."

"Brother will not read it wrong. Yuhao, be careful about him. I always feel that Chen Ming has bad intentions to you."

Huo Yuhao nodded cautiously, "Okay, I know Brother Tianmeng."

After that, Huo Yuhao chatted with Chen Ming a lot, until at night, the two of them started to use Xuanming skills, and the atmosphere in the dormitory was terrifyingly cold.

Chen Ming sat cross-legged, his right hand was holding a ring tightly, which was Tang Ya's storage soul guide.

Chen Ming spent all night and finally broke the ban.

Chen Ming was not interested in other things in the ring. He only cared about the eternal beating heart in this ring!

Chen Ming found an excuse to come outside. The night was dark and the moon was windy and the moon came to the back of the dormitory.

He slowly stretched out his right hand, and a golden heart suddenly appeared in front of Chen Ming!

Chen Ming fell into obsession. Look, what a perfect structure, the golden heart and silver-white patterns attached to it, like a craft that is integrated!

Beautiful, is this the body of my father?

Chen Ming's mouth cracked, he grabbed the heart and punched his chest with one punch!

Plop!

The golden heart beat, filling the position where Chen Ming was pierced in an instant!

At this moment, all kinds of golden threads emerged, and they connected the blood vessels everywhere in Chen Ming's body and connected them to the heart like needles!

In an instant, Chen Ming's chest grew wildly, and the gap he punched out healed in a blink of an eye!

Chen Ming’s feeling is very wonderful now, the feeling of flesh and blood growth, the terrifying vitality that is extremely terrifying!

"The ancient bloodline flows in my body, and I will never die..."

Chen Ming shook his head suddenly, and the moment he completed the fusion with his heart, his brain trembled suddenly.

Chen Ming hugged his head with both hands, and an unimaginable pain rushed straight into the bone marrow!

"This feels...!"

At this time, Chen Ming finally understood the real function of this heart!

It can not only heal the soul master himself, but also other soul masters!

But, this is not without a price!

To recover a wound, you must bear the corresponding price.

The power of recovery is not rootless water. Whenever Chen Ming is injured, his brain and body will suffer a hundred times more pain than the wound!

This is the price of recovery, and the heart that can make people feel painful...

Chen Ming stood up with his chest covering his chest, "This pain is nothing. Compared with his mother's hell training, I don't know how gentle the pain feedback he received should be."

Whoosh!!

A black shadow suddenly flashed behind Chen Ming. Chen Ming reacted very quickly and turned around and kicked towards the black shadow!

But the black shadow grabbed Chen Ming's ankle with a casual grasp!

Chen Ming looked at the black shadow. It was a man, his whole body was wrapped in a black robe.

Two blood-colored eyes looked at Chen Ming in the hood. The man in black was tall and at least two meters tall.

He slowly let go of Chen Ming's ankle and snorted coldly, "It's a good momentum, but unfortunately, it's a little bit short."

bump!!

An unimaginable mental power condenses into an entity!

The giant hand condensed by mental power directly put Chen Mingen on the wall!

Chen Ming gritted his teeth, "Who are you, why do you want to kill me?"

The man in black smiled, "Kill you?"

"Aren't you immortal? Who else in this world can kill you?"