Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

"At our level."

"It is no longer a pure battle of strength, but a grasp of flaws and counter-flaws, and a battle of possibilities."

Han Tao pondered silently.

The plane consciousness deduced Han Tao's death, but the person who died was not himself, but the pitiful and pathetic "native" at the age of 6.

"Then."

"The problem also follows. Since Han Tao's body is dead, how can I save the vitality of the body?"

He said softly.

But without his body, Han Tao actually couldn't make this sound.

Douluo Continent, Qiankunwenqing Valley.

"Han Tao is dead!"

"As if it was destined by fate, he met his death as I expected!"

The plane consciousness stretched out an extremely rare smile.

The misty wind in the air happened to blow its soul cloak. It stopped above the sky and time, looking down at everything from a high place.

"Years are filled with an unbearable weight."

"Han Tao has never experienced death, nor has he experienced the shadow of time. The power he possesses pales in comparison to my methods!"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a hint of sarcasm: "I don't think so!"

The plane consciousness retorted: "Why?"

"Master Ning, you don't think that the 6-year-old Han Tao has any chance of resisting Tang San, do you?"

Ning Fengzhi raised his head calmly.

He casually glanced around, with a certain disdain in his eyes, which showed his absolute confidence in his disciples.

"Do you know?"

"If it were anywhere else, Han Tao might really die, but this is Qiankun Asking Love Valley!"

The plane consciousness snorted lightly: "Qiankun Asking Love Valley?"

"Master Ning, I think you are confused, then you don't think Han Tao can pray for the mercy of the god of love to help him revive his body?"

"No, of course not!"

Ning Rongrong shook her head gently: "Han Tao never prays to the gods, we will not pin any possibility on the so-called mercy of the gods."

"Dad must be able to remain calm, because not long ago, the resurrection divine light was just cast here!"

"What!"

The Lord of the Planes paused.

His face, self-confidence, luck, and even everything he claimed to master, all stopped in an instant.

"Resurrection divine light."

"Resurrection divine light, I should have thought of it long ago!"

Since Acacia Heartbroken Red and Snow Swan Kiss can go back to the past with the Arena of Life and Death, then this "Resurrection Divine Light" can naturally go back with time.

The plane consciousness turned around and roared: "Oscar, you betrayed me!"

"When I used the resurrection light, I sacrificed two months of soul power. Why didn't you tell me?"

"You can't blame me for this!" Oscar's tone was easygoing, as if he was playing badly.

He didn't even care about the mania of the plane consciousness. Even if he was stronger than himself, he was still the inheritor of the "God of Food" and he had to give him some face.

"The Dark Demon Evil Tiger devoured Ma Hongjun. I wanted to resurrect him, but I failed."

"And Xiao Wu also needs to find a way to revive. It's reasonable for me to use the resurrection light for two months."

The Lord of the Planes was silent.

The expected fate has arrived, and the unexpected is unpredictable and ever-changing.

"Resurrection Light!"

The remaining power penetrated the years and arrived at this deserted arena.

Han Tao's body revived with the guidance of the "Resurrection Light".

"What?"

"Han Tao, how can you be resurrected, how can you be resurrected?"

Looking at Han Tao's body, Tang San's eyes were mixed with a bit of fierceness.

The weight of the resurrection divine light was not something he could resist at the age of 6, so he had to wait for the entire ceremony to be performed.

"Tang San, we meet again!"

Han Tao smiled gently.

The tone of voice he used this time was completely different from the last time he heard it.

"Who are you?"

"Who died before? You are not Han Tao, you are someone else!"

Tang San guessed Han Tao's identity.

He should be a visitor from outside the world like himself.

"I have to thank you."

"If it weren't for you, how could I inherit his legacy completely?"

Although it was just an ordinary body, the level 1 innate soul power of the blue silver grass was already valuable enough.

"Hmph, even if you are resurrected, so what?"

"How can you be my opponent at the age of 6, with your cowardly blue silver grass?"

Tang San straightened his chest, his eyes leaping with the self-confidence that belongs to Yu Xiaogang, which is the inheritance of generations.

He reveled all night, and in another minute, it was time for the martial soul to awaken.

"This time, how should you face my power?"

Innate full soul power, top martial soul, gift from the god of love.

A 423-year-old limit soul ring emerged at the tip of the surrounding blue silver grass, and at the same time, his soul power was also pushed to level 20.

"With such a huge gap, how can you compete with my power?"

"When the divine light ends, it is the time for you to die!"

Han Tao suddenly laughed, as if he was lamenting the sadness of the person in front of him.

"Top martial soul, Clear Sky Hammer, level 20 soul power, seems to have an absolute advantage"

"But unfortunately, you forgot something."

Tang San waved his hand casually: "I don't care what you forgot!"

A great soul master is the end of someone's life, so he can completely ignore Han Tao.

"With strength, any means pales in comparison."

Han Tao pointed at Tang San and then at himself.

"A soul master who has experienced death can awaken a brand new martial soul: ghost!"

"Ghost Douluo's martial spirit is the ultimate martial spirit!"

"And you, Tang San, are holding the sweet treat of Xuantian Gong in your hands, but you have never paid attention to the things that should exist in this world."

"So what!" Tang San retorted coldly: "I have the Mysterious Heaven Technique, I have the Purple Demon Eyes, I have the Ghost Shadow Trace, and my Blue Silver Emperor bloodline is supreme. I don't need those extra add-ons."

"Yeah?"

Suddenly, a shadow was outlined on Han Tao's body.

After the awakening ceremony, Han Tao also obtained two martial arts spirits, but there was a huge gap in the strength of the two martial spirits.

"Blue Silver Grass, Oni Wuhun!"

"Growth base, use the highest number as the selection rule. Even though I only have level 1 soul power, I have a body of 1.9."

"Pfft!" Tang San couldn't help it anymore: "Han Tao, are you trying to make me laugh?"

"so."

"What I need to do most now is to break through the soul power as much as possible before the divine light dissipates."

He completely ignored Tang San and focused everything on his own cultivation.

But how many soul power levels can be obtained in this short period of time?

"I need to practice my talent!"

"The birth of cultivation talent requires the Blue Silver Sacrifice Sequence, and the power of faith needs to be used to promote the [Transformation Ceremony] to transform one's own cultivation talent."

Transforming the martial spirit requires blue silver origin.

"It takes a lot of effort."

It is not advisable to directly evolve into a blue silver sacrificial scepter. In the initial stage, Han Tao does not have so much blue silver origin to mobilize.

"So, it needs to be divided into two steps!"

"The first step is to evolve the blue silver grass into a blue silver cocoon and accumulate a sufficient amount of blue silver origin in a very short period of time."

"The second step is to abandon the structure of the Blue Silver Cocoon and outline the sequence and authority of the sacrificial scepter."

Outside the world, plane consciousness has also been deduced to this step.

It was full of confidence and coldly mocked: "It is impossible for Han Tao to evolve into a blue silver sacrifice!"

"Because when Han Tao was 6 years old, there was a Blue Silver Priest in the Star Forest, and it had already occupied the core sequence of the Blue Silver Grass."

"Han Tao, you have mastered everything yourself, and that's just your self-righteousness."

"You will eventually die in the unknown area of ​​the Arena of Life and Death because of your arrogance, and the blood-stained soil will give birth to more beautiful flowers."

The words of plane consciousness traveled through time and space, seeming to be listening to Han Tao's response.

But not in a time and space, he could not wait for Han Tao's answer, and even everything he thought about could not interfere with the will of the past.