I take the system through Dou Po

Chapter 273 One Hundred Thousand Years Soul Ring

Sword Douluo also felt a little confused about the behavior of this big bird. No, the aura on this bird seemed to be a little fluctuating. However, it was not like it was injured, but because it was in a state of transformation.

"Xiao Heng, you stay here for now, I'll go down and take a look." After thinking about it, Sword Douluo decided to go down and take a look. It's just a spirit beast that hasn't broken through a hundred thousand years. It's nothing.

"Teacher, be careful." Xiao Heng nodded slightly.

Seeing Sword Douluo gradually approaching the black roc, Xiao Heng also asked Xiao Cao in his mind: "Xiao Cao, what's going on with the spirit beast down there?"

Xiaocao looked at the big bird below through Xiao Heng's gaze, paused, and said: "It's nothing, I'm just transforming, and I'm just waiting for you to go down."

Having said this, Xiaocao put a hand on his chin, pretending to be an adult, with a wise light in his eyes, and said: "This bird is not bad, it has a bit of the blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng. If you can

If the transformation is successful, it is really possible to catch up with its ancestors, and this thing is a hybrid, and it should be able to control some wind and thunder, which is not bad. However, its current energy should not be enough to support its successful transformation, huh!

If you add that cheap master of yours, it should be almost the same!"

Hearing this, Xiao Heng immediately understood why this beast was acting like this. This thing was probably targeting Sword Douluo. Humans can increase their strength by hunting soul beasts, and the soul power in powerful humans is very important to soul beasts.

It's also a tonic. This thing probably sensed Sword Douluo's strength and knew that he couldn't beat him, so he wanted to pretend to be weak and then sneak up on Sword Douluo when he wasn't prepared.

"Then Xiaocao, if it transforms successfully, will it become a hundred thousand year soul beast?" Xiao Heng asked.

Xiaocao nodded slightly and said: "That's right, and it's still a relatively powerful hundred thousand year soul beast. Don't think about it. Once this thing transforms successfully, you can't catch up with it. So, if you want, just

Let’s do it quickly!”

Hearing this, Xiao Heng nodded slightly and shouted to Sword Douluo below: "Teacher, do it!"

The sound reached Sword Douluo's ears. Although he didn't understand why his apprentice behaved like this, he listened to his apprentice. The sword behind him flashed out, and nine soul rings surrounded him. The first soul ring lit up, and the sword behind him flashed out.

The big sword immediately glowed brightly and burst out.

"The first soul skill, long sword strike!"

The dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire valley, and the Black-winged Peng also knew that he had been discovered. The black soul power emerged, spread his wings, and jumped up from the nest in an instant, waving his wings, and a silvery thunder was heard.

It flickers and stirs up gusts of wind.

"Beast!" Seeing this scene, Sword Douluo also knew that he had been deceived. He snorted and waved his sword finger, and the speed of the galloping sword was increased by three points.

"Eh...!"

Feeling the sharp edge on the long sword, the black roc became ferocious, and a crisp cry resounded through the sky. It flapped its wings, accompanied by thunder, and the dark energy gathered on the beak and rushed straight towards the long sword.

The long sword collided with the black roc, causing a strong wind immediately. Thunder and sword energy flashed in the air. The sword, which was not as big as the roc's beak, was motionless.

After the long sword and the Dapeng were in a stalemate for two seconds, the Dapeng flapped its wings more violently, and the power of thunder and wind blessed it. The huge force hit it, making the long sword retreat three points, and then it was blown away.

, flipping the long sword away, the black roc continued to move forward, a pair of huge claws showing sharpness, grabbing at Sword Douluo.

"Beast, you're seeking death!" Seeing the black roc advancing instead of retreating, Sword Douluo let out a low cry. More swords continued to appear from around him, and then the sixth soul ring lit up.

"The sixth soul skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

In the blink of an eye, thousands of swords appeared around Sword Douluo. As Sword Douluo waved his sleeves, thousands of swords rushed towards the black roc.

The sharp claws and swords collided together, immediately making bursts of harsh sounds in the sky.

The black Dapeng's body was thundered, and the wind gathered and circled without showing any weakness. The sharp claws shattered one sword after another, but the swords were not made of wood. As they kept circling, they cut out the black Dapeng's body.

Many wounds.

"Bah!"

Feeling the pain, the black roc cried out and waved its wings, trying to get away from those sharp swords, but there were more and more sharp swords, constantly entangled around it. In the blink of an eye, it was already overwhelming. Looking at the number, there might be more than 10,000 swords.

Thousands of handles.

Black feathers fell from the sky. The black roc still wanted to struggle, but the sword move was already done. How could he let it go? Sword Douluo snorted coldly, and the light of the sixth soul ring was completely released.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

With a low roar, thousands of sharp swords cut through the air, gathered together, and gradually formed a big sword that was ten to twenty meters long. The big sword cut down from the sky and struck hard on the back of the dark roc.

"Eh...!"

In an instant, a miserable and sharp sound resounded through the sky again, and blood and feathers fell from the sky. Then, with a "bang" sound, the Dapeng also fell from a height of several hundred meters and returned to the valley again, powerless.

wailing.

The big sword dissipated. Sword Douluo stepped on the sword and looked at the black roc below. With a wave of his hand, several sharp swords burst out again, pinning the roc to the ground completely.

Listening to Dapeng's wailing, Sword Douluo slowly fell down. At this time, Xiao Heng also jumped down from the height and walked to Sword Douluo's side.

"Do you want it to be a soul ring? If not, I will kill it directly." Sword Douluo looked at Xiao Heng and said calmly, as if he was killing a chicken instead of a soul beast that was about to be a hundred thousand years old.

.

"That's it, thank you teacher!" Xiao Heng nodded. The ninety thousand year limit soul beast is about to become a hundred thousand year old. If you want to look for it, you can't find it. Why don't you want it? Moreover, he just discussed with Xiaocao

Something happened.

"Okay, let's go! This beast doesn't have much resistance now. Just kill it. I will protect you." Sword Douluo said calmly, carrying his sword behind his back.

"Well! Thank you teacher!" Xiao Heng was not too polite, his soul power surged, and a snow-white long sword appeared in his hand. Holding the sword, he slowly walked towards the black roc.

Walking next to Dapeng, Dapeng still wanted to struggle, but the sword nailed to its body prevented it from moving. It neighed feebly and stared at Xiao Heng with a pair of dark pupils resentfully.

Xiao Heng's eyes were cold, he walked to the side of Dapeng's head, raised his long sword, and then stabbed variously towards the middle of the huge head.

"Eh...!"

The cry sounded again, this time it was full of energy, but it was also the last one.

Xiao Heng pulled out his sword and watched as the aura of the black Dapeng weakened little by little, and finally disappeared completely. He stretched out his hand, and a transparent force quietly blended into the corpse of the Dapeng whose vitality had not completely disappeared.

At the last moment of this roc's life, some of the shackles that restricted it in its body were quietly opened, and a new power emerged. Unfortunately, it no longer had the chance to use this power.

The soul ring appeared, but it was not the black soul ring as Sword Douluo expected, but a blood-red soul ring.

"Xiao Heng...!" Seeing the red soul ring, Sword Douluo spoke again, wanting to say something, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Xiao Heng.

"Teacher, don't worry!"

Looking at Xiao Heng's serious eyes, Sword Douluo finally nodded and said softly: "Be careful."

If it were Ning Rongrong, Sword Douluo would definitely not let her absorb this spirit ring, but Xiao Heng was different. This was basically a disciple he had recruited by force. His talent was so amazing that he felt that this child was fifth

The soul ring can withstand a hundred thousand years.

Xiao Heng sat cross-legged and slowly pulled the blood-red soul ring to his body. When the power from the soul ring was injected, Xiao Heng's body suddenly shook, and then quickly calmed down.

"Ah! It hurts a bit, but compared with the strange fire exercise, it's still a lot worse." Xiao Heng murmured in his heart, feeling the stinging pain in his body. Although it hurt, it was just pain.

In the valley, looking at Xiao Heng who was fusing a hundred thousand year soul ring, Sword Douluo's eyes flashed with worry, but he still didn't make any unnecessary moves. He believed in his disciple, and if he said it was possible, then it would definitely be possible, and, just

Now it seems that this integration is very likely to succeed.

And this is indeed the case. Over the passage of time, Xiao Heng gradually adapted to the stinging pain. Then, the soul ring seemed to adapt to his body and began to slowly integrate into it.

This process lasted for about half an hour. During this process, Xiao Heng felt a huge force pouring into his body. He wanted to burst himself. He kept insisting, and finally, that force

Overwhelm.

Then, the huge energy began to transform into Xiao Heng's own energy. It was transparent and poured out with traces of black soul power, pulling the soul ring to completely merge into Xiao Heng.

Seeing this scene, Sword Douluo breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then said with some emotion: "This kid is really a monster. If it were him, he should be able to reach that level! Even, that legend...!

"

Time passed little by little again, and it was another half hour. At this time, it was almost dawn. Just when Xiao Heng completed the transformation of the last bit of power, a wisp of strange power seemed to flow into Xiao Heng's body, wandering around.

After a while, he stopped behind Xiao Heng.

Then, Xiao Heng's body suddenly convulsed, a large amount of sweat poured out from his forehead, and veins popped up on his forehead and arms.

Xiao Heng gritted his teeth, straightened his back, placed his hands on the ground, and exclaimed, "Ah!"

On the side, Sword Douluo's soul power surged out, but he did not dare to step forward. Although he was a titled Douluo, he had never seen anything like this before. He yelled: "Xiao Heng!"

"Teacher, I'm fine!" Xiao Heng gritted his teeth and crawled on the ground. Something seemed to be growing out of his back.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, all the clothes on Xiao Heng's back exploded, exposing his back. On his back, you can easily see that two protrusions are slowly forming behind his back.

(End of chapter)