Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

Qian Kun Wen Qing Valley?

After experiencing the test of the Goddess of Love, you can get her gift, maybe soul power, maybe soul rings, or maybe soul bones.

"You seem very confident?"

Han Tao does not need the so-called soul power, soul rings, and soul bones. Even the fallen Goddess of Love is not his opponent.

So he lowered his eyes: "Tang San, why do you think you can pass the test, and why do you deny me?"

"Hahaha"

"Xiao Wu!"

A trace of tears passed through the corners of his eyes: "I have never let Xiao Wu go, nor have I given up the true love in my heart."

"Han Tao, I know you don't take the Goddess of Love seriously. She is not your opponent now, but what about the past? If you go back to before the age of 6 in the arena of life and death, even if your means can counter my power, how can you resist the illusion of the Goddess of Love?"

The Lord of the Planes shook his head calmly.

"For thousands of years, you are the most gifted soul master I have ever seen, and the strongest human being I have ever seen, but you underestimated luck and the means I can master."

"It can find your flaws, it can find your weakest moment, and give you the most fatal blow."

Fate converges, colorful!

Fingers draw out flawless fate, and gather the visions of thousands of lives into a burning candle.

With the soul power, illusion, and divinity mastered by Han Tao, they all disappeared in the moment of fate convergence, and the possibility of one in ten thousand gave Zhu Zhuqing a chance to hit accurately.

"It's your turn!"

"Well, it's my turn!"

Zhu Zhuqing raised her head.

Under the purple vertical pupils and the black close-fitting robes, the towering and mighty tiger bared its fangs and claws.

"The Nether Spirit Cat, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, the martial soul fusion!"

Han Tao looked at her indifferently.

As if not being caught up in the current crisis, he casually explained:

"By taking possession of the soul beast, it is indeed possible to occupy the body of the soul beast as a martial soul, but this method cannot absorb soul rings, nor can it give birth to the martial soul's true body."

"The martial soul's true body is the process of the soul master and the martial soul blending together. You have lost this part."

Under the favor of luck and fate, the instantaneous fusion of the martial soul outlines perfection, and the god-level netherworld white tiger reappears in the world.

The purple crystal back wings, the soul armor attached by the shadow and evil, and the dim and dim "evil god hook".

"This time, there will be no accidents!"

Zhu Zhuqing swept over with a light tone.

"Innate soul skill, life and death arena!"

Luck and fate are favoring the use of this soul skill, and they point the greatest malice to Han Tao.

The precision-guided hook hits the bodies of Han Tao and Tang San.

Tang San sneered: "When you are dying, you are still telling that ridiculous theory."

"They can't save you, Han Tao. You will die in the past because of your weakness, in the uninhabited soil and memories."

The endlessly flowing river of time slowly stopped at a certain moment.

Slow down, stop, go backwards

Just like the vast and eternal pendulum, the first time it strikes in the opposite direction, it envelops the time in the right order and dissipates all the achievements Han Tao has mastered.

"Soul power is fading."

"Soul bones are also dissipating."

Looking at this scene, Tang San smiled contentedly.

He didn't even mock Han Tao for this, because the so-called mockery and sarcasm have lost their meaning.

19 years old, 18 years old, 17 years old, 16 years old.

When the reverse time reached the key node of 12 years old, Han Tao saw his former self and the scene of his battle with the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

In an inconspicuous corner, a faint white light was emitted.

"This is."

"Snowy Swan Kiss, the last corner before the afterglow fades away."

Take it off and gently place it in the porcelain bottle at his waist.

Han Tao sighed: "I didn't expect that it was not Davis who accomplished all this, but myself."

The winding time, carrying Han Tao's porcelain bottle and the last wisp of fairy grass, arrived at the more distant past.

"What is this?"

Directly in front, Tang San certainly noticed all this.

Encountering unexpected variables, his mind suddenly became nervous, and he asked anxiously and angrily.

"What is this, tell me what this is?"

Han Tao did not answer.

Like a robot without emotions, he quietly watched Tang San jumping up and down beside him.

"Damn it!"

"Han Tao, don't think I can't see it, there is a record of it in Xuantian Baolu."

"Snowy Swan Kiss, a Snowy Swan Kiss that can spread the toxins thousands of times, I guessed it right, but you want to think of defeating me with it, it's absurd and sad!"

As he spoke, his eyes were mixed with a certain pride.

In his previous life, Tang Clan was an expert at using poison. Even if he returned to the age of 6, he could use the Mysterious Jade Hand to counteract this power.

Time continued to flow backwards, and the ages of the two continued to go back, 11 years old, 10 years old, 9 years old.

Time has reached the end of fate.

6-year-old Tang San and 6-year-old Han Tao came to the awakening of their martial spirits in the closed world of the Life and Death Arena.

"Where is this?"

What surprised Tang San was that

Han Tao in front of him, although using the same body, seemed like two different people.

"Who are you?"

"Where is this place, why am I here?"

The native Han Tao suddenly asked.

The order of words and the tone of voice are significantly different from those of Han Tao in the future.

Tang San was stunned and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of an answer.

So he cursed fiercely: "Han Tao, what kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be here? Do you think I can let you go by pretending to be harmless to humans and animals?"

"Now that you have come to the past, now that you have come to your weakest moment, I will not give you any room to resist!"

"You have a way to die!"

On the wrist, the sleeve arrows are activated.

What made Tang San even more surprised was that Han Tao in front of him had no room for struggle and resistance, and died under this fragile sleeve arrow.

"this"

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Tang San remained silent.

"Could it be that he, who I have always regarded as my great enemy, was so weak in the past?"

"Weak and vulnerable?"

After a long silence, he laughed maniacally.

"Hahahahahaha."

Standing on Han Tao's body, he celebrated with great arrogance, celebrating the hard-won victory, happily rejoicing in the possibility that he had been waiting for for a long time, and that he could not even imagine.

"Han Tao, Han Tao, I didn't expect that I won after all!"

"I have gained everything, and I will trample on your bones to become a true god!"

Just when Tang San was having fun.

However, they did not realize that the time sequence in the Arena of Life and Death did not return to the future as expected, but stagnated at this moment.

Tang San didn't care about these details. If he could defeat Han Tao and kill Han Tao, he would be willing to stay in the Arena of Life and Death for a hundred years.

"Yes, you successfully killed him!"

Douluo Continent, Holy Soul Village.

The aboriginal Han Tao died, and his soul and consciousness also disappeared under the fall of the Arena of Life and Death.

"Why can I travel through time?"

"Why can I occupy Han Tao's body, and why is there not a trace of consciousness interference in the original owner's body?"

"All this is thanks to your help, Tang San!"

The time traveler, Han Tao, stared at his body quietly.

When the soul dust of "Aboriginal Han Tao" clears away, it is the moment when my memory revives, "I will inherit his future and move towards new possibilities!"