Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

"Now, use your blue silver hook tail!"

The Nine-Colored Goddess gave a decisive order.

"Well, it shouldn't be called the blue silver hook tail now. When the soul bone suit was cast, it had already become part of my divine suit."

Having slightly emphasized the concept of "divine suit", but not going deeper into this topic, Han Tao frowned slightly and used the blue silver divine suit to stab the current time and space.

——Nine Treasure Glazed Tower!

The crystal-clear and brilliant martial soul led Oscar's sausage to merge, and the power of the gods from the advancement of the human race bloomed in the world.

"Ancient Netherworld, a creature from ancient times, your strength allows you to be arrogant, but you underestimate humans and the ultimate sublimation of humans."

"It's time for you to feel the weight of the gods"

The resurrected divine light once again traveled through time and space, wandering in the dreamlike bubbles of time and space debris.

In the past time and space, the ancient netherworld seemed to be listening to the whispers and suddenly sneered.

"God?"

"Absurd and pathetic!"

The resurrection divine light that traveled through the years slowly fell on the body of Rong Nianbing's consciousness, allowing its life to be reborn in the past and the present.

"What am I doing?" Rong Nianbing raised his hand blankly.

"Nine-Colored Goddess, you saved me?"

"It's useless. Even if you can revive me, I can't defeat it."

"The sword blades that carry the years are really hard to resist with the power of emotions and elements. Even if it comes again, I am not its opponent."

Rong Nianbing muttered to himself.

The Nine-Colored Goddess and Han Tao stood in the future, witnessing the end of Rong Nianbing's consciousness and the resurrection of Rong Nianbing.

Of course, Han Tao couldn't hear his narration, but he could observe with the Eye of Time and relay his thoughts with the vibration ripples of sound.

"Don't I know?"

"The space-time defense system built by the multi-dimensional soul ring is also a reference for me. The resurrection divine light cast by Oscar and I runs through the divine power of time and space. How can it not block the sword of the ancient netherworld?"

-The Edge of Time!

The ancient netherworld slashed out the sword light again.

The sword blade containing the years was blocked by the divine light that also contained the power of the years. Two unprecedentedly powerful characters, under the same starry sky, launched a high-level power confrontation on different timelines.

"Hmph, there are some means, but these are still children's tricks to me!"

"Perhaps your martial soul fusion, the so-called resurrection divine light can protect his life, but... what about you?"

"If I find you, how can you block my sword?"

The figure of the ancient netherworld flew over the clouds.

Looking down at the creatures of heaven and earth, looking for the past of the Nine-Colored Goddess.

"Han Tao, it can't find me!"

The Nine-Colored Goddess raised her head and swore.

Han Tao asked, "Why?"

"Because before you met the God of Food, I never placed my consciousness projection in the lower world, so it can't erase my past."

The Nine-Colored Goddess narrated happily, with a certain joy flashing in her expression, as if she thought she had won everything.

Han Tao tapped the scepter with his fingers, thinking, and soon.

Immediately poured a basin of cold water, "No, no, no, it's not that simple!"

"Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years may be like this, it can't find your consciousness projection-"

"The ancient netherworld can travel through time. What if it finds the past before you became gods, that extremely cowardly time and space?"

Finding your past, finding the extremely cowardly time and space, just like the arena of life and death, easily erases a god.

"What!"

The Nine-Colored Goddess was surprised, panicked, and terrified.

The body trembled, and a kind of fear from the soul jumped from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

The scorching sun of midsummer was shining brightly, emitting soothing warmth, but now she could not feel any warmth. Looking at the shadow of the space-time rift, it was like a terrifying abyss that could swallow her soul at any time.

"Then what should I do?"

"It will take some time for it to find your past!"

Rong Nianbing looked at her with a complicated expression and sighed deeply, "Put away the martial soul and merge it!"

"I am just a projection of the consciousness of the gods. I can be resurrected after falling, but I was not born on this continent. Even if the ancient netherworld can travel through time, it cannot find my past."

"But you are different. You were born on this continent, and even the martial soul has been recorded in history. You cannot accept this terrifying possibility."

Immediately, the Nine-Colored Goddess put away the martial soul and divine power.

Oscar fainted on the ground, falling into endless weakness, and his soul power was also sealed for a year.

"What should I do?"

"What should I do?"

The Nine-Colored Goddess lost her composure and danced in panic.

"Han Tao, you once said that a certain spirit ring structure can defend against attacks from time and space?"

"Yes, but it can only block once!"

Summon the Netherworld Martial Soul, and the broken red spirit ring is slowly recovering.

Repeatedly show how to build a "multi-dimensional space-time chimera" spirit ring system and explain the role of this system.

"Strictly speaking, this spirit ring technique is a special skill developed after the ancient Netherworld observed the spirit system."

"It's a bit confusing to want to use the skills it developed to compete with it. Excuse me, this is unrealistic!"

Hand over the technique, and then rejected her idea.

"Whether it works or not, I'll use it first."

She didn't want to miss any possibility.

Waving his fingers, 10 golden soul rings fit together in the chaotic "time and space", prompting his former self to gain a piece of defense.

——Bang!

As the martial soul fusion skill stopped, the edge of the Sword of Time once again pierced the blockade of the divine skill.

Rong Nian Bing's consciousness projection turned into ashes under the edge of the sword.

"Ant, how pitiful!"

Ancient Netherworld's eyes were full of sarcasm and ridicule.

"Well"

The Nine-Color Goddess saw the ashes flying in front of her, and the fear brewing in her heart deepened again.

"Han Tao, what should I do?"

"This is the enemy you have provoked. You must find a way to defeat it. I don't want to die, I can't die!"

There was a cry in her tone.

Han Tao did not comfort her, but sat aside, immersed in thinking.

"Well, I thought of a less than perfect method."

"What can I do?"

Han Tao stared at her, his eyes suddenly looking towards the sky.

Above the bright starry sky, outside the endless sky, stands another world.

"Use the power of other gods!"

The Nine-Colored Goddess shook her head, "This is impossible!"

"Those gods are from different factions, so they may not be willing to help me, and"

"If they knew who the enemy was, they would be even less likely to help me, and I wouldn't be able to hide it from them."

Han Tao suddenly smiled, as easy-going as the wind and as cold as the snow.

"They will be afraid!"

"Those high-ranking gods, the gods promoted from Douluo Continent, they all fear the power of the ancient netherworld, because they all have a cowardly past."

The Nine-Colored Goddess was stunned.

"They will die too!"

"They have forgotten the fear of death and the desire for survival. The ancient ghosts will gradually hunt everything. Those pretentious gods will all turn into gods in an inconspicuous time and space like the gods of emotions. dust."