Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

No matter where Hemingway fled, as long as he still carried that soul tool conch with him, the purple giant whale could locate and capture his location at any time. So I don't worry about the purple giant whale that he escaped, and now the most concern is the safety of his daughter.

"Captain, the boat is almost out of sight, do you want to catch up?" At this time, a Soul Saint stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Or should we hang at the back and spend it with him?"

"No! Wait, he can't escape!"

The purple giant whale looked at the shadow of the boat that was almost invisible in the distance, and said coldly: "Let him be proud for a few days, relax his vigilance, and wait until my daughter is safe, that's when this kid pays the bill!"

For his daughter's safety, he could now only hope that Hemingway would keep his promise.

………………

On the endless blue ocean.

A small sailboat rides the wind and waves against the wind!

Cabin cab.

The pale Hemingway looked through the window, checking the wind direction and adjusting the canvas. Fortunately, this boat is not difficult to maneuver, otherwise he will face the embarrassing situation of having an empty boat, but will not be able to sail.

At this time, the hostage, Zi Pearl, had already passed out, and was casually left in the corner of the cockpit by him. As early as when he set foot on this ship, for the sake of safety, he had knocked her unconscious. Avoid getting in the way.

Two hours have passed since the boat escaped. Hemingway found that the pirates did not catch up, apparently afraid of the hostages in his hands.

But he didn't care about it, he escaped by boat for two hours in a row, and only now did he finally feel relieved. Because of such a long distance for a while, those pirates couldn't catch up.

He can relax a little.

It's just that the spirit relaxed, and the injury that had been under pressure for two hours finally couldn't be restrained, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out. Obviously, the injury that the sound wave had hurt to the lungs was not as easy as it seemed on the surface. But what made him feel the hardest was the pain like an electric drill piercing his brain!

If it weren't for the six years of hard work on the deserted island, he exercised his will and honed his physique. As early as when he was accidentally attacked, he was probably in a coma. Thanks to the long-term gravity exercise, his endurance is amazing, and his greatest advantage is that it is durable. Both mentally and physically.

But he is holding on now, and he is about to reach the limit. Accompanied by the severe pain, there is also a strong tiredness, and he really wants to fall asleep now. Repair your own mental damage in your sleep.

but…

"...No! I can't be in a coma! I'm not out of danger now, I must recover from my injuries as soon as possible..." Hemingway opened a pair of bloodshot pupils, swept the unconscious Purple Pearl next to him, tried his best to cheer himself up, and relaxed. Turn on the rudder and sit down. Force yourself into a meditative state...

It's just that perhaps because of the mental trauma, the efficiency of meditation is very low, intermittent... But after stumbling, it took half an hour for Hemingway to recover two-tenths of his soul power.

This is very fast. The better the quality of the martial spirit, the higher the level of innate spirit power. Then the speed of recovery of soul power will be faster, and all aspects will have an advantage. So it's a world that was meant to be.

Hemingway opened his eyes and exited the meditative state. Then he raised his right hand, with a cat-like pad on his palm. I want to use the ability of the meat ball fruit to pop out the mental trauma that I have suffered!

Trying hard to focus...

The whole world turned into colorful colors in his eyes...

"I hope it can be done!" After turning on the knowledge and color, he observed himself with the vision of God, and successfully found the concept of mental trauma in his own brain. Then gently pat on the forehead!

He wanted to pop the notion of this trauma.

"boom!"

The forehead was lightly slapped.

The soft pad of the palm bounced on the forehead, like a massage, and it was quite comfortable.

But it's useless, the concept that represents mental trauma can't be popped up at all.

"Sure enough..."

Hemingway sighed when he saw this, he knew it wasn't that simple. Although he can see all kinds of concepts, he can even simply pop out tired concepts. But there is a difference between concepts and concepts, there are low-end and high-end.

He can see those high-end concepts, but it does not mean that he can pop up these high-end concepts. At this stage, the development of his fruit ability is too superficial, and there are even many more advanced concepts that he cannot see. Not to mention, popping these concepts out.

During his six years on the deserted island, in his spare time, he also specially exercised the ability of the meat ball fruit, but with little success. This ability is still too advanced for him at this stage, and he can master it without training at all. He must become stronger in order to be able to use this ability at will.

Those concepts of aging and death are too high-end for him at this stage, and they are not things that he can delusional.

Moreover, the use of fruit ability also needs to consume soul power. The higher the concept pops up, the more terrifying the soul power consumed!

The activation of any ability cannot be created out of nothing. You must consume your own energy. Otherwise, it would be too unreasonable if it could be used without restrictions.

So in summary.

Although the ability of the meat ball fruit is invincible, he has not developed this ability to the extreme at this stage. Therefore, when used in battle, it can only abuse vegetables. Fighting with real masters is impossible.

If he wanted to truly wield the meatball fruit's ability like an arm, Hemingway reckoned that he might be able to apply it reluctantly when he became a god. After all, the ability of this fruit itself is very high-end. It is conceivable that the energy required to reach the high depths and activate it is massive. It is definitely not something that ordinary soul masters can afford.

"Forget it, since the injury can't be recovered for the time being, let's get this woman out of the way first. Otherwise, it's too dangerous to keep this woman." Hemingway sighed, and then he endured the severe pain in his internal organs and slowly stood up. Get up. He staggered and walked towards the corner, where the unconscious woman lay on the ground.

The sight and hearing spread out, covering the surroundings of the entire ship, so he could feel that the woman was still in a coma at the moment, and there was no such thing as pretending to be coma.

He came to Zizhuhe and squatted down gently. He stretched out his hand, golden light glowed from the palm of his hand... and slowly pressed it on her forehead.

Close your eyes gently.

A little bit of soul power was recovered in her body, and it was continuously transformed into armed domineering, wisps of golden light kept invading her body, wandering through her meridians, blocking the meridians that bound her, and sealing the acupoints... Afterwards, the remaining golden light converges on the dantian in the abdomen, turning it into a large net, which firmly imprisons all its soul power packages!