Douluo’s Stealing the Ten Thousand Realms System

"What? My soul power has been raised to the fourteenth level all of a sudden."

The clan exclaimed in surprise.

He thought about it.

Not only has he accumulated spirit power for more than three months, but he has also absorbed spirit rings by leaps and bounds, and he will definitely not stop at the eleventh-level spirit power.

But I didn't expect to be promoted to the fourteenth level all of a sudden, this is really a surprise!

"System, check my personal panel."

[Di, the host personal panel has been opened]

[Di, congratulations to the host for unlocking the personal hidden achievement, soul master, the number of times to steal the reward × 10]

[Host: Clan

Sex: Male

Age: 6 years and three months (25 years old)

Martial Soul: Blue Silver Emperor/Sharing Wheel Eye

Innate Soul Power: Level 10

Soul Power Level: Level 14

Basic strength: 200 (10 for ordinary adult males)

System warehouse: Kunai x4, clothing x1.

Overall evaluation: Congratulations to the host for becoming a normal person.

Remaining steals: 14

Hate Points: 3500 points

Stealing the world: Douluo Dalu, Naruto (because the stolen person is dead, the host cannot be teleported)

Domain: Blue Silver Domain (first form).

Personal Achievement: Soul Master

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"Clan, clan......is alive?......Can you hear me?" In the distance, there was a cry from Blanklin.

"I'm going, I actually forgot that guy from Blanklin." Zu Zong patted his forehead and said in distress.

There was wind under his feet, one jumped up, jumped onto the big tree, disappeared in place in a few flashes, and ran towards the direction of Blanklin.

......

Blanklin was sitting on a big rock, and he was very regretful at this time, why did he doze off! A six-year-old child disappeared in the Soul Hunting Forest, and there are so many dangerous soul beasts in the Soul Hunting Forest, I am afraid it is the worst.

Thinking of this, Blanklin's eyes were red, his throat was a little blocked, and his voice was stern: "Alas! You stinky boy from the clan, I am sorry for you, Lao Lin!"

"Who are you sorry, Director?" A small blue-silver head stuck out from the big tree next to him.

"Who is it?" Blanklin was in a bad mood, but this time someone just touched him. Uncle can't bear it, aunt can't bear it. Hearing the sound, he felt a little familiar again. Looking back, a young man with long blue and silver hair was hanging upside down on the pole of the big tree. Looking carefully, his feet were not borrowing any help, but were completely attached to the bottom of the trunk.

Blanklin's eyes lit up, "What a profound soul power control skill, how can he control his soul power so easily, and stick to the tree trunk upside down!"

Wiping away a handful of tears, Blanklin turned his attention to the handsome little face of the man, and a surprised expression appeared on his face, "The clan, so you are still alive! I knew you were a stinky boy."

The clan did not expect that a person who had known each other for less than three days would actually care so much for him from the bottom of his heart. It made him feel a little ashamed. When he hunted the "Mandala Snake" alone, on the one hand, he was testing his current strength. On the other hand, he did not fully trust the dean in front of him. He only had one life. What if the other party was malicious when he absorbed the spirit ring? But he won't regret it, because he can't expose the twin spirits to others now.

Dispersing the soul power attached to his feet, the clan did a backflip, half squatted, and landed firmly in front of Blanklin.

"Director, I am blessed with great luck, of course I will be fine!"

Seeing that Zuzong was all right, Blanklin turned from joy to anger, and slapped a knife on Zuzong's small head.

The clan's tears of pain were about to fall out, "...It hurts..."

"Hmph, it's good to know it hurts! I'll see if you dare to run around next time." Blanklin folded his hands, as for his chest,

said sternly.

Blanklin: Hey, it's so comfortable, who made me cry when you see labor and management!

Clan: Why do elders like to sneak attack with knives now?

Hearing Blanklin's reprimand, the clan stood up straight and lowered his head, expressing his acknowledgment.

The clan said: "I'm sorry, Director!"

Blanklin nodded, "Yeah! Just know your mistake, let's go, and continue looking for your first spirit ring!"

The first spirit ring? I already have it, but how do I tell Blanklin? Could it be that he directly told him that a six-year-old cow herder had killed a black-scaled poisonous python that had been cultivated for 560 years?

Hey there!

Thinking of this, the clan immediately replied: "Hey! Director, look."

As he spoke, the clan raised his right hand, and a faint white light appeared on the surface of the skin. Immediately afterwards, the dark blue and black Blue Silver Emperor swarmed out from the palm of his hand. A clear halo rose from under his feet, circling up and down around his body. It is the distinctive feature of a ring spirit master.

"Hundred-year soul ring", Blanklin exclaimed, could this kid kill a century-old soul beast alone? If this is the case, it would be terrible, doesn't it mean that he is already an existence comparable to Soul Venerable! But soon he cut off the idea again.

"Cuzong, who helped you hunt the spirit ring?" Blanklin still thought that someone helped him, otherwise, let alone hunting for the spirit ring, I'm afraid the clan's life would be gone.

"It's the Grandpa Tom I told you before! I got up to go to the toilet last night, but I didn't expect to get lost. It happened that Grandpa Tom was nearby, and by the way, he hunted the first spirit ring for me." 's nonsense.

Blanklin showed a clear expression. Thinking about it, it's right. The clan is only from a small village, and it is impossible to know other spirit masters. Powerful spirit masters often have high self-esteem, and it is impossible to take the initiative to go to them. Find a six-year-old you don't know.

"I see. If it's Senior Tom, it wouldn't be surprising. By the way, boy, show me your first soul skill."

After a martial spirit obtains a spirit ring, the skills will only be generated through a process of mutation. Different martial spirits have absolutely different skills from the same spirit ring, and vice versa, even if the age of the spirit ring is different, the skills will not will make a big difference.

The clan said: "My first spirit ring was taken from a black-scaled poisonous python with a cultivation base of about 400 years (Voiceover: Hehe! I won't tell you it's five hundred and sixty years old), as I thought before. The same, the 'Blue Silver Grass' not only inherited the terrifying strength, speed and tenacity of the black-scale poisonous python, but also acquired his poisonous corrosive ability."

"First Soul Skill - Poison Dragon Coil"

As he spoke, the clan used his soul power to control himself to release the martial soul Blue Silver Emperor, displaying his skills.

I saw dozens or hundreds of dark blue and black phosphorescent blue-silver emperor vines burst out from the grass at the same time, and quickly wrapped around a tree trunk that was hugged by two or three people. With a radius of tens of hundreds of square meters, as long as it is within this range, there is no possibility of dodging.

In an instant, dozens of blue-silver emperor vines had already wrapped tightly around the big tree.

Under the powerful twist of the Blue Silver Emperor's vines, there was a cracking sound on the trunk of the big tree.

At the same time, a layer of black scale armor appeared on the Blue Silver Emperor's vines. It was the armor plate inherited from the black-scale poisonous python. It was extremely hard. continuously. A purple liquid flowed out from the gaps in the nail plate. As soon as the liquid touched the trunk, the trunk would emit white smoke, and everything it touched was corroded and turned into coke.

"Bang bang..."

Under the dual action of giant force and corrosive poison, the trunk of the tree was cracked inch by inch, and the effort of just a cup of tea could no longer support it and was cut off by the middle.

Blanklin's jaw dropped in shock.

——Why did you tell me this is called the first soul skill? If it were me, without the premise of not using the third spirit ability, I would have no chance of avoiding this move. The corrosive toxin was too terrifying.

After a long time, Blanklin finally came back to his senses

"Well, this spirit skill is not bad, then Senior Tom is indeed an expert, and he actually found such a good spirit ring for you."

According to the original idea in his heart, Blanklin should have said this

But he is the dean, how can he be ashamed in front of the students! So he pretended to be eloquent and said to the clan: "This soul skill is not bad, it has a bit of style like I did back then, but it still needs to continue to work hard."

The clan gave Blanklin a glance, and whoever was surprised just now had his jaw dropped.

"The director's lesson is...", out of previous guilt, the clan still gave the other party a step down.