Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

"Tang San!"

Above the clouds, an eye floated.

It was formed by the fusion of martial souls, soul skills, and soul bones, and before Tang San discovered Han Tao, Han Tao had already noticed the person coming on the sea.

"Excuse me, your Excellency."

Poseidon stands in the sky.

The mental power swept across Han Tao's body, and he frowned when he realized that Han Tao's soul power level was only Contra.

Then he turned his gaze to Ning Rongrong, with a hint of wonder in his expression.

"At this age, a titled Douluo really has an amazing talent!"

After thinking about his words, Tang San introduced Poseibei next to him.

"She is Ning Rongrong!"

"The daughter of Qibao Glazed Sect Ning Fengzhi once studied at Shrek Academy."

Ning Rongrong has been in a bad mood recently because Han Tao and Ye Lingling's physical transformations have qualitatively changed their cultivation talents, but she has not gained any benefits.

So, Jiaohe with a cold expression said: "Tang San, don't talk about your bullshit academy and your bullshit master!"

"Oh, ungrateful people!"

Tang San smiled proudly: "Her martial spirit can evolve because of the master's achievements!"

"Yu Xiaogang still has this ability?"

Poseibei will inevitably question.

He was about to take a closer look at Ning Rongrong, but the thick fog slowly rising from the sea blocked his sight.

"Illusion?"

Poseibei sneered: "I have seen the same method in the hands of Haiwan Douluo."

"Illusions can obscure vision, hearing, and touch. But dimensions cannot obscure the ocean. It can be called a vast and vast ocean!"

"And you, Han Tao, are just a Contra."

The soul power stirred in the robe, and the spirituality beyond perception allowed him to find Han Tao's location.

Poseibei raised his eyes arrogantly, and followed the summons of the martial spirit, like a huge island-like sea turtle, like the gradually rising earth supporting his body.

"How disgusting!"

Ye Lingling spat in disgust.

Because there are dense barnacles living on the turtles, which makes people with trypophobia extremely uncomfortable.

"The peak Douluo of the Northern Poseidon Division?"

"Even a normal person's martial spirit can easily remove the barnacles parasitic on the martial spirit. Why is he in this situation?"

"No, you don't understand!" Poseibei smiled contemptuously.

The turtle spit out a strong torrent and swept towards Han Tao's direction. He thought he would be able to achieve victory, but he saw that Han Tao just moved his fingers casually, and the so-called torrent broke and dissipated.

"How is that possible?"

Bosaibei's expression changed, unbelievable.

Tang San turned the soul guide again, his fingers touched the Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus, and then he paused.

"Hidden weapons are restrained by illusions."

"Because you don't know where your hidden weapon will fly in the next second."

Yes, he hesitated, not because he was afraid of hurting Poseibei. Tang San didn't feel pity for the lives of his companions.

What really made Tang San hesitate was that the power of his hidden weapon was not as powerful as the vortex activated by Poseibei, and in this case, activating the hidden weapon was meaningless.

"Damn it!"

Han Tao's eyes were cold: "Tang San, I'm very curious, since your grandfather is not here, why do you dare to appear in front of me?"

The illusion and mirror image gradually deepened.

On the macroscopic sea surface, a space belonging to the illusion is cut off, which is the reflection of the entire world.

"Han Tao, don't be too happy too soon!"

Tang San forced his tone, opened the Twenty-Four Bridge on the Moonlit Night, and took out a special gem.

Ning Rongrong introduced: "This is some kind of gem that can transmit information."

Ming Ming's power was transmitted extremely far, and Tang Chen, who was sitting on the throne of the Killing City, gently raised his eyes.

"Message from great-grandson Tang San?"

"Han Tao is on Poseidon Island, and Tang San wants me to go over and save him, hum!"

Tang Chen took his time and even made a cup of Bloody Mary.

Seeing the bright red blood surging, he crossed his legs in contentment and thought to himself.

"Great-grandson Tang San seems to have some kind of power, but I can't observe this power for the time being."

"But what I can be clear about is this: Bibi Dong's martial soul evolved to the god level, and at the same time devoured the nine-headed bat tissue structure in my body, and consumed the underworld dew strengthened by the snow-colored swan kiss, all because of its power."

A sneer appeared on Tang Chen's lips.

Since Han Tao wants to kill Tang San and avenge his apprentice, then let him kill him!

"Tang San, what a perfect bait."

"After you kill Tang San, and you encounter the malice of this power, and I go to Poseidon Island for revenge, how will you respond?"

He shook the wine glass in his hand and looked at the boundless sea in the southwest, waiting for the ending to come to an end.

Over there, it's the sea!

Bo Saixi is the high priest of Poseidon Island and an old friend of Tang Chen.

This means that Han Tao can no longer escape underground to avoid his Clear Sky Hammer and his sudden offensive.

Poseibei was also trapped in the illusion.

A level 97 peak Douluo, he can be considered a strong one when looking at Douluo Continent and Poseidon Island, but his strength is really not enough in front of Han Tao.

"Hmph, Peak Douluo?"

"The body of a demigod, the multi-dimensional synergy of the martial soul's true body, and the three-transformation system of Blue Silver Grass"

Whether it was physical strength, soul power, martial soul strength, or microscopic talent such as meridian talent, Han Tao far surpassed Poseibei.

Holding his neck, Han Tao came closer, and a cold voice reached his ears.

"Are you satisfied with this situation?"

Poseidon's voice was hoarse, and he kept repeating: "How is it possible? How is it possible? How is it possible?"

"I am a peak Douluo, and you are just a Soul Douluo, why am I powerless to resist?"

Poseidon's fingers exerted a little force, and he immediately felt his neck gradually breaking.

The random soul power burst out and overturned Tang San to the end of the boat.

"Poseidon"

"There is no hatred between you and me, so there is no need for me to kill you."

"But I am very curious, why did your martial soul let the barnacles parasitize, why did you choose to let the barnacles parasitize?"

Poseidon struggled, but it was useless. At this time, he was no different from the pirate.

Suddenly noticing Han Tao's ruthless eyes, his mind suddenly crashed.

"I said, I said, because of the ocean, because of the elements!"

"My martial soul is a sea turtle, my talent is not as good as other soul masters, I can't even break through the soul saint."

"I can't get the ocean elements, I can't understand the power of the vast ocean, and I can't even spy on the tides, so I have to find another way."

"One day, I found a special barnacle, it has the deep [deep sea] characteristics, and I got its power by parasitizing the barnacle."

"So."

Han Tao didn't change his expression, and suddenly looked at the direction of the killing city.

Poseidon and Tang Chen are old friends, and this so-called Poseidon may have communicated with Tang Chen.

"The nine-headed bat system is the route I have explored from you."

"Barnacle parasitism has taken on new possibilities and even obtained a divinity that is difficult to peek into."

"And Tang Chen stood on the shoulders of giants and perfected the system of barnacle parasitism. With the base wine of the nine-headed bat, he controlled and sublimated his blood to drive the killing intent, carried the poison of the Yellow Spring Dew to sublimate his soul, and matched the killing intent and murderous aura with the divine test to usurp the divinity and advance to become a peerless Douluo."

"Compared to barnacle parasitism, the nine-headed bat system is undoubtedly more perfect."

While Han Tao was narrating, Tang San resisted the flames of revenge and moved the sails to escape from this sea area.

"Want to run!"

Ye Lingling's expression turned cold.

She remembered that Tang San destroyed her mother's Dantian, and this hatred could not be forgotten.

"The first soul skill, healing!"

The soul power is in the same frequency, which can allow the healing soul power to penetrate the body, and the wrong proliferation of the healing soul power, the Nine-Hearted Begonia has mastered the killing that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

"Ahhh——"

The meridians were tingling, and the forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Tang San took the ghost-like steps, but he could not escape the range of the healing soul power.

"Nine-heart Begonia, how can it have offensive power?"

"How can a healing martial soul develop offensively? This is different from what the master said."

As the tingling gradually spread, it spread.

Extended to the dantian, the center of Xuantian Gong.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, it exploded!

It swelled up and then shattered like foam.

Ye Lingling said softly and silently: "This is revenge, but also exploration."

"I want to see if you have a way to heal the dantian?"

Just like Tang San shattered Ye Junlan's meridians and dantian to test whether he could heal his meridians, she was also looking for a way to heal her mother's dantian.