Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

　　 No matter where Hemingway escapes, as long as he still carries the soul guide conch, the purple giant whale can locate and capture his location at any time. So I don't worry about the purple giant whale that he ran away. What I care most about now is the safety of his daughter.

　　 "Captain, the ship is almost out of sight, do you want to catch up?" At this time, a soul sage came up and asked in a low voice: "Or we hang far behind and consume him?"

　　 "No need! Wait a minute, he can't escape!"

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

　　 For the safety of his daughter, he can only hope that Hemingway can keep his promise now.

　　………………

　　 On the endless blue ocean.

　　 A small sailing boat rides the wind and waves, against the wind!

　　 Cabin cockpit.

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

　　 At this time, the hostage Purple Pearl had passed out in a coma, and he was thrown into the corner of the cockpit casually. As early as when he set foot on this ship, to be on the safe side, he had knocked her out. So as not to get in the way.

　　 Two hours have passed since he escaped by boat. Hemingway found that the pirates did not catch up, obviously he was afraid of hostages in his hand.

　　 But he didn't care about it. Instead, he fleeed for two hours in a boat, and only now finally felt relieved. Because at such a distance for a while, the pirates couldn't catch up.

　　 He can relax a little bit.

　　 It was just a moment of relaxation, and the injury that had been under pressure for two hours finally couldn't be restrained, and he spewed out a mouthful of old blood. Obviously, the injury to the lungs by the sound waves before is not as easy as it seems on the surface. But what made him feel the hardest was the pain of an electric drill in his head!

　　 If not for six years of hard work on the desert island, he has tempered his will and physique. As early as when he was accidentally attacked, he was probably in a coma. Fortunately, the years of gravitational exercise have made him amazing endurance, and his biggest advantage is that it is long-lasting. Whether it is mentally or physically.

　　 But he is holding on now, and he is about to reach his limit. Along with the severe pain was a deep sense of tiredness, and he wanted to fall asleep now. Repair your mental damage in your sleep.

but…

"...No! I can't fall into a coma! I haven't gotten out of danger yet, and I must recover as soon as possible..." Hemingway opened a pair of bloodshot pupils, scanned the purple pearl in a coma next to him, and managed to cheer up and relax. Turn on the rudder and sit down on the spot. Force yourself into a state of meditation...

　　 It’s just maybe because of the trauma of the spirit, the efficiency of meditation is very low, intermittent... But it took half an hour to stumble, and Hemingway still recovered two-tenths of his spirit power.

　　 This speed is very fast. The better the martial spirit quality, the higher the level of innate spirit power. Then the faster the recovery of soul power will be, and all aspects will have an advantage. So this is a world destined to be born.

　　 Hemingway opened his eyes and exited the meditation state. Then he raised his right hand and puffed up a cat-like pad on his palm. I want to use the power of the fruit of the flesh ball to release the trauma I have suffered!

　　 Focusing hard...

　　 The whole world turned into a bright color in his eyes...

　　 "I hope it can be done!" After turning on the experience of seeing and hearing, I observed myself with God's vision, and successfully found the concept of trauma in my brain. Then gently pat on the forehead!

　　 He wants to pop up the concept of this trauma.

"boom!"

　　 slapped his forehead gently.

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

　　 But it's useless. The concept of trauma can't be popped up at all.

　　 "Sure enough..."

　　 Hemingway sighed when he saw this, he knew it was not that simple. Although he can see all kinds of concepts, he can even simply pop up tired concepts. But there are differences between concepts and concepts, and there are low-end and high-end points.

　　 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 simple, and there are even many more advanced concepts that you can't see. Not to mention, popping up these concepts.

In the six years of 　　 Desert Island, in his spare time, he also specially exercised the ability of meat ball fruit, but the effect was very little. This ability is still too advanced for him at this stage, and he can't master it by training at all. He must become stronger before he can use this ability as he wants.

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

　　 And to use the fruit ability, it also needs to consume soul power. The more high-end concepts pop up, the more terrifying the soul power consumed!

　　Any ability to activate ~www.NovelMTL.com~ cannot be made out of nothing. Must consume its own energy. Otherwise, it would be too unreasonable if it could be used without restrictions.

　　 So to sum up.

Although 　　 flesh ball fruit ability is very invincible, but at this stage, he has not developed this ability to the extreme. So when it is used in battle, it can only be abused. Fighting with real masters is beyond expectation.

　　 If you want to really swing the fruit of the flesh ball like an arm, Hemingway estimates that when he becomes a god, he may be able to use it reluctantly. After all, the fruit's ability itself is very high-end. It is conceivable that to reach high depths, the energy required to activate is massive. It is definitely not something that an ordinary soul master can afford.

"Forget it, since the injury cannot be recovered for the time being. Then let this woman be dealt with first. Otherwise, it would be too dangerous to keep this woman." Hemingway sighed, then resisted the severe pain of the internal organs and stood slowly. Get up. Staggering, the woman who was lying on the ground in a coma walked to the corner.

　　 The sight and smell spread out and enveloped the surrounding surroundings of the entire ship, so he could feel that the woman was still in a coma at the moment, and did not pretend to be coma.

　　 came to Zi Zhenzhu and knelt down gently. He stretched out his hand, a golden light glowed from his palm...slowly pressed it on her forehead.

　　 closed his eyes gently.

A little soul power was restored in the body, continuously transformed into armed domineering, wisps of golden light constantly invaded her body, wandering through her meridians wantonly, blocking her meridians and blocking her acupuncture orifices... and finally flowing through the body. Afterwards, the remaining golden light gathered at the pubic area of ​​the abdomen and turned into a big net, confining all its soul power firmly!