Douluo's My Name Naruto

This weird soul guide box made Tao Long suffer a little bit, just opening it sucked up all his chakra.

It would have been long ago if he had been replaced by an ordinary Soul Lord.

Feeling a burst of emptiness coming from his body, Tao Long had no choice but to cancel the original plan, take it easy, and go tomorrow.

"Xiaolong, are you okay?" Old Jack's anxious voice came.

"Grandpa, I'm fine. It takes a lot of effort to open this box. Later, I'll tell Aunt Zhang to come and take care of you tomorrow. I'll go out early tomorrow morning."

"Now, let's take a look at what this soul sage wrote."

Taolong took out the animal skin paper, the writing on it was still brand new, and it was unknown what kind of spirit beast it was from.However, this animal skin alone should not be able to withstand the passage of time for hundreds of years, and the handwriting is immortal. It should be the effect of this soul guide.

Yes, the box alone is a treasure.

The inside and outside of the box are the same, they are all pitch black, and the producer doesn't have any artistic sense at first glance, and he doesn't know how to carve a pattern or something.

Open it and see that the piece of paper on it is a suicide note, and below it is a map.

A map with an extremely simple and abstract style is not as clear as Old Jack's dictation.

It can be vaguely discerned that the map is centered on the village, but time has passed, and I don't know how useful this map is.

Taolong looked at the Soul Saint's suicide note. What did he and she leave behind?

suicide note:

In the [-]th year of the Douluo calendar, the soul sage Qinliu

The legendary figure in Holy Soul Village was originally named Qin, and Taolong calculated the time, it was 200 years ago.

"Grandpa, that Soul Saint" turned around and saw that Old Jack fell asleep again.

Taolong walked forward silently, straightened Old Jack's body, covered the quilt, and walked out of the house.

Read on.

This book will be left to future generations.

I was born in a small farming village. When I was eight years old, I asked my uncle to clean the Wuhun Hall for many years, and asked a soul master to awaken my Wuhun. Fortunately, my innate spirit power is eighth level, and my Wuhun has dragon horns.Worship into the Wuhun Hall, and concentrate on cultivation from then on.

In 52 years, after going through untold hardships, his soul power broke through to level [-].Being able to honor their ancestors, the villagers all felt proud and moved to towns.

However, the good times didn't last long. In the second year, the spirit beasts rioted, and a large number of spirit beasts were summoned by an unknown spirit beast king to form a wave of beasts, attacking the gathering places of human beings. All the vegetation and trees were destroyed along the way, and no one survived. Dead bodies littered the field.

I was very worried, and heard the news that a wave of beasts had threatened my hometown, so I asked my mentor, and I was able to get an order to return to my hometown to garrison.

The battle lasted intermittently for three years. The war burned down the town, and many people died, including soul masters and ordinary people. Every inch of the battlefield was dyed black and red, both familiar and unknown.

Many soul beasts also died. After countless battles, I also met the leader of the opponent, who was a dragon.

A dragon with ten thousand years of cultivation

It is not yet my opponent, but it is very smart and never entangles me head-on.

The impact of soul beasts is very mindless, most of them are cannon fodder, low-level, they only know how to poke their buttocks, close their eyes and charge, but there are too many, and the ants kill the elephants

Under my wise and powerful leadership, the soul master built high walls, dug ditches, and defended against danger. Although it was difficult, he never took a step back.

Those beasts gnawed on the grain fields, and when they were hungry, they ate the dead bodies of their companions. Their harsh chewing sounds could be heard every night

People who listen to it are extremely hungry

deadlock

Until the gods of the Wuhun Palace took action, I heard people say that they were the real gods, with white wings on their backs, holy light on their heads, holding the evil-killing sword in their hands. After three days and three nights, the opponent's head was finally cut off, blood filled the sky, and wails resounded throughout the fields.

I just don’t understand why he didn’t go a day earlier, which would have saved a lot of people from dying.

Forget it, I am a little soul sage, how dare I talk about the gods.

Since that day, the soul beasts have been in chaos. There is no king of Wia, they began to pursue their nature, the weak preyed on the strong, killed each other, and competed for the flesh and blood of their companions.

What a bunch of idiots, they don't even know how to escape

The subsequent war became a feast for human beings. The surviving soul masters and civilians began to slaughter soul beasts, hunt for soul rings, pick up the corpses of soul beasts, and snatch their cubs. , all took this opportunity to buy or send people to capture rare and precious soul beasts alive to enrich their family background. Of course, the biggest beneficiary is still the Spirit Hall.

After all, we are the main force in this war

I am naturally also one of the beneficiaries, the biggest benefit is right in front of me

that dragon

This cunning guy left a large number of soul beasts behind and wanted to escape quietly. However, it was not that easy. I had already beaten him.

The endless fighting has allowed my soul power to break through one after another. I am confident that in another ten years, there will be another Soul Douluo in this world.

The eighth soul ring must be taken from that dragon. My martial soul, Dragon Horn Ox, already has the blood of a dragon. The two complement each other. Maybe, they can also allow my martial soul to reach another level. This is a hundred years. This rare opportunity seems to have been arranged by God.

I am the one favored by heaven

"Blindly guessing that this buddy fell down." Seeing this, Tao Long roughly guessed the follow-up plot.It seems that he has a deep obsession, even boasting a few sentences in his suicide note.

As expected, the next line reads:

I failed, I never expected that until the day of my death is approaching, breaking through Contra is still far away.

I really don't know where my self-confidence came from.

It’s Tajiu. I’m so angry.

"Yes, pure man."

But that dragon, I got it.The hardships are unimaginable to outsiders.

Gouged out his eyes, cut off his limbs, destroyed his dragon horns, bound him with cold iron chains, and trapped him in a cave.

I wanted to keep it for my own use, but I didn't expect that the sky has no eyes, and my cultivation stops here.I had to write a book and pass it on to future generations.

If there is a predestined relationship, you will take it yourself; if there is no predestined relationship, then the animal life should not be terminated.

Remember, if this matter is not a close friend, don't spread it to the outside world, otherwise it will only cause disaster.If your cultivation base is not up to the soul sage, don't go there, don't seek your own death.

That's all I can say, do it yourself.

After reading the full text, Tao Long breathed a sigh of relief.

"This guy, he even picked up the text when he was about to come, what kind of educated man are you pretending to be?"

However, this is really a great gift.If that dragon is still there.

Four days ago, General Taolong felt that his cultivation had reached a bottleneck. Yes, he had broken through to level [-]. This speed was beyond imagination.

Even Dai Mubai, who is still a long way from the fortieth level, unexpectedly came from behind, less than half a year after getting the third spirit ring, he went straight to overtake.

I'm really a blessed person~