Douluo: Becoming a god from dreaming

Chapter 21 The First Soul Ring

The fire-eating moth king roared angrily and hovered violently over the valley. Balls of dark red flames fanned out from its wings and turned into flaming moths that filled the sky. Fires instantly ignited wherever they went.

Wang Shenmeng released a trace of aura at the right time, and the Moth King immediately sensed it, and flew over frantically, but what greeted it was a wave of spirit.

The continuous mental impact made the Fire Moth King's body stiffen, and the flames on his body undulated violently, as if being blown by strong winds.

Wang Shenmeng's face turned pale, and he suffered a lot of backlash, but he took the opportunity to rush out and get close to the Fire Moth King three meters away. With a shake of his right hand, he threw another packet of powder.

The Fire Moth King opened his mouth and vomited, burning the medicine packet, and a gray mist scattered inside again.

This time, it is no longer a powder with weak lethality. It is made of Yin corpse grass that is more than hundreds of years old. Previously, I just didn’t want to cause large-scale damage to other fire-eating moths. It doesn't matter so much.

The Moth King inhaled a large amount of poison and was immediately affected. The flames all over his body seemed to have been poured with cold water. They suddenly dimmed a bit. Although they were not extinguished immediately, their power was greatly reduced. As time went by, they even collapsed.

The moth king felt the rapid weakening of the soul power, and became even more angry, but most of the power in his body was lost, and he could no longer stimulate the fierce flame attack. It immediately opened its huge mouthparts, rushed over desperately, and bit at the king. divine dream.

The colorful halos in Wang Shenmeng's eyes flowed, and in the line of sight of Ziji Demon Pupils, Moth King's speed was far slower than before, and his strength was frighteningly weakened. His moving track and weak points were all presented in his eyes.

He stepped on the footsteps of ghost fans, and his figure dodged the killing of the Moth King like lightning. The moment he intersected with the Moth King's head, he mobilized all his mental power crazily, and the mental tide was violently launched again. Suddenly, a dark dagger was pulled out, and it was thrust into Moth King's left eye.

The dagger went straight into the brain, and the poison tempered on the blade exploded inside the Moth King's head, quickly cutting off its vitality.

The fire-eating moth king screamed loudly, fell to the ground several times, rolled and struggled, and gradually died out as the flames on his body were completely extinguished.

A yellow soul ring floated out from the Moth King.

Wang Shenmeng's face was a little pale, his head was in severe pain, he felt nauseous, and he was very exhausted. This was caused by the continuous and violent use of mental tides, which consumed a huge amount of soul power and mental power.

He watched all this calmly, until now, he was really relieved.

Wang Shenmeng turned around and saw the two fire moths that were about one or two hundred years old, still flapping. He immediately took a mouthful of poison that was a hundred years old, making the two soul beasts fall into coma.

Wang Shenmeng sensed around, but found no aura of other spirit beasts.

I guess the spirit beasts have a very strong sense of territory. This group of fire-eating moths gathered together is the dominant force in the spirit hunting forest. The thousand-year spirit beasts have to go around. There are no powerful spirit beasts within dozens of miles nearby. The valley Among them, even the weak soul beasts disappeared.

"It's just convenient for me to absorb the spirit ring."

Wang Shenmeng was very satisfied in his heart, but he still sprinkled a large amount of medicinal powder around. Ordinary spirit beasts couldn't break through at all. Even century-old spirit beasts had a certain defensive effect. If a thousand-year-old spirit beast really came, that one It can be said that the fleeting time is unfavorable, and the sky will kill him.

"A seven-hundred-year-old soul ring has nearly doubled the absorption limit studied by Yu Xiaogang."

Wang Shenmeng pondered in his heart. According to Yu Xiaogang's theory, the limit of the first soul ring is 423 years, and the limit of the second soul ring is only 764 years. The Fire-eating Moth King is 700 years old. , even the vast majority of soul masters do not dare to absorb it when attaching a second soul ring, otherwise they are very likely to explode and die.

"But Yu Xiaogang's so-called theory is inherently open to question. It can only be used as a reference, not as a basis, and cannot be applied to everyone. With my talent, the power of Butterfly Martial Spirit, and the transformation of the body after strong mental power, There is a certain risk in absorbing a seven-hundred-year-old first spirit ring, but it is still within the tolerance range."

Wang Shenmeng felt that her physique was lagging behind, otherwise, relying on the strength of her martial spirit and the strength of her mental power, it would be entirely possible to absorb the thousand-year-old spirit ring.

But more than two months of practice, plus blacksmithing, and the subtle physical improvement of the Butterfly Martial Spirit, although the physical fitness has improved a lot, but it was malnourished for too long before, and now the physical fitness is indeed very good, but it should not be better than Great soul masters above the twentieth level.

However, combined with strong spiritual power and absorbing a seven-hundred-year-old soul ring, there is still a lot of confidence.

The opportunity was right in front of him, Wang Shenmeng naturally wouldn't hesitate.

After taking various protective measures, Wang Shenmeng immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recover.

Half an hour later, his soul power and mental power were restored to fullness. Wang Shenmeng immediately pulled the soul ring into his body and began to absorb it.

Not far away, Ju Douluo looked at this scene and exclaimed: "This kid is really a little pervert. At such a young age, he dared to enter the soul hunting forest alone, and he actually killed a soul beast. ethnic group, and personally killed a seven-hundred-year-old spirit beast with strong bloodline and powerful potential, I am afraid it will shock the mainland if I tell you about it."

Although Wang Shenmeng used many methods other than martial arts, such as poison and hidden weapons, which surprised him a little, it did not affect the excellence of this child at all. Whether it was courage, intelligence, or fighting will, they were all the best. Choice, among children of this age, is really rare.

"At such a young age, I already have the potential to be a strong man. My Wuhun Hall has picked up a treasure this time. Matthew Nuo from the Wuhun branch of Notting City is very good, and he has made a great contribution this time. It's like Yuntao, it doesn't work if you have eyes, what hope does my Spirit Hall have?"

Ju Douluo looked at the child who was concentrating on absorbing the soul ring with a faint look, as if he saw the rise of a peerless powerhouse.

"But the first soul ring directly absorbs the one that is seven hundred years old. Is there no problem with that? This child is still too reckless and too ambitious. Or maybe no one told him about the age of the soul ring?"

Ju Douluo frowned slightly. With a seven-hundred-year-old spirit ring, more than 90% of the spirit masters had second spirit rings of this age. He stared closely at Wang Shenmeng, ready to rescue him at any time.

At this time, Wang Shenmeng was indeed in pain.

As the soul ring was pulled into the body and placed on the Butterfly Martial Soul, a powerful and fiery magma-like force suddenly poured into the body. In an instant, the inside was on fire, and the body could not help but tremble violently.

"No matter how the power of the soul ring impacts the body, you must stay awake. Only in this way can you make better use of the power of the soul ring in the future."

This is what Wang Shenmeng heard in his dream when he was accepted as a disciple by the master.

Of course, this is common knowledge in the soul master world, and only the newbies who join the circle don't know.

In the next second, he closed his eyes, and his consciousness was completely immersed in the hot ocean.

The internal force of the Xuantian Kung that was indistinguishable from the soul force in his body seemed to be ignited by this sudden power. The heat instantly spread to every part of his body. Wang Shenmeng felt as if he could spit out fire when he opened his mouth. Similar.

What a domineering force.

The power of the rushing soul ring washed Wang Shenmeng's body in an instant, and then poured into the Butterfly Martial Spirit. The seemingly fragile Martial Spirit firmly withstood the impact of this force, but that one There was a flame, but it seemed to use spiritual power as firewood, burning him in great pain.

As the flames burned, the Butterfly Spirit seemed to transform in the flames. It looked like a butterfly for a while, and a moth for a while. After doing this several times, it finally returned to the body of a butterfly. It seemed that there was no change, but between the two eyes, there was an extra line Red flame imprint.

And at the next moment, he seemed to hear a crisp crack, and then, the heat in his body dispersed crazily and merged again.