Douluo: Becoming a god from dreaming

Chapter 34 Devouring) (Please collect)

In the real world, Yu Xiaogang, who passed out, woke up again from the inexplicable fear, only felt a sharp pain in his chest, spit out a mouthful of painstaking efforts, and his whole body was sluggish, looking like he was seriously injured.

Wang Shenmeng returned to the dream butterfly body and floated in front of Yu Xiaogang, but he didn't notice it at all.

Yu Xiaogang was unable to move, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out. He was lying on the bed, his eyes empty and frightened, and he was breathing heavily.

He felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something important, and vaguely, he seemed to have experienced a terrible death, as if someone had brutally burned himself to death.

But the picture was illusory, like a dream, and I couldn't remember who that person was, only knowing that it was to revenge myself.

Thinking of the real and imaginary fear of being burned to ashes by fire, Yu Xiaogang felt a wave of heart palpitations. Inexplicable fear and loss lingered in his heart, as if he had really died, and his spirit and soul were all severely damaged.

Yu Xiaogang felt uncomfortable all over, and instinctively used his soul power to resist the pain, but he sensed an inexplicable change in his martial soul.

"My martial soul..."

With a look of panic on his face, he immediately summoned Luo Sanpao, and a fat and white pig beast appeared in front of the bed. But at this time, Luo Sanpao seemed to have lost his soul and no longer had independent consciousness. He was completely stunned. Stupid, there was no "luluo" cry, it was no different from an ordinary pig beast martial spirit.

"Why is this happening? Why has my Luo Sanpao become stupid?"

Yu Xiaogang's face changed horribly, and he was feeling uneasy. Regardless of whether his neighbors could bear it, he immediately activated his soul skill and shouted: "The first soul skill, fart like thunder, blasting the sky and cracking the earth with three cannons."

Unfortunately, this time the soul ring did not fly out from under his feet and wrap around Luo Sanpao as usual. Luo Sanpao also had no reaction and did not make any move to release his soul skill.

Yu Xiaogang's face lost all color in an instant, his lips trembled, almost biting blood, and the high spirits of taking in a genius disciple during the day disappeared without a trace.

"What on earth is going on? Why does Luo Sanpao seem to have suddenly lost his spirituality?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were blood red, and his whole body almost collapsed. Suddenly, his heart moved, as if he was grasping a life-saving straw, and he softly shouted: "Possessed by the martial spirit."

This time Luo Sanpao finally reacted, turning into a ray of light and flying into Yu Xiaogang's body, Yu Xiaogang's appearance changed drastically immediately, and he directly became a pig-headed man.

The thick sausage mouth turned into a long pig's mouth, the fangs came out, the fat head, pig ears and nose, the round protrusion of the fat belly, which split the clothes, the fat trembled, and there was a pig behind the butt. The tail swung back and forth, the image was unbearable to look at.

But Yu Xiaogang didn't care so much, he quickly activated his soul skills, and with a few bangs, his stomach became more and more distended, like a huge inflatable ball.

"The first soul skill, farting like thunder, blasting the sky and splitting the earth with three cannons."

His face turned red from suppressing it. After brewing for a while, he heard a roaring sound like thunder, and a stream of yellow smoke spurted out from his buttocks. The whole room was suddenly enveloped in a stench and poisonous gas.

The smell wafted out from the cracks in the house, and there were bursts of wailing in nearby rooms. Teachers rolled their eyes and vomited filth before fainting.

Not far away, Tang Hao, who was hiding in the dark, was suddenly awakened by a pungent smell. He felt that the smell of the air seemed not right. He sniffed, and the next moment, his cloudy eyes suddenly opened wide, as if he had been hit by a critical blow. .

He looked at the source of the smell with a look of astonishment on his face. He stood up and walked a few steps. The stronger smell made him retching repeatedly, almost vomiting out his last night's meal.

"Damn, did that crap go into the cesspit? Why is it so smelly. No, I can't stand it."

Tang Hao's face was as uncomfortable as eating a fly, he cursed angrily, and ran away without a trace.

In the void, Mengdie, transformed by Wang Shenmeng, watched this scene silently. As early as Yu Xiaogang raised his butt, he quickly fled into the sky, finally avoiding the second poison.

After a while, the yellow smoke gradually dissipated, and the smell was finally no longer so strong.

Wang Shenmeng held her breath and came to Yu Xiaogang's room again, only to see him lying straight on the bed, his face was painful, his eyes were white, his body was twitching, like a dying fish, and there was still a stream of blood in his mouth. Discharge of vomitus.

"He was so smoked by his own farts that he looked like this."

Wang Shenmeng was secretly glad that he had held his breath. He remembered that in the original novel, every time Da Shi asked Luo Sanpao to fart, he would put on a mask in advance and run far away. This time, he was probably too distracted to care. Wear it.

"Wouldn't it be better like this, other people's martial souls are only possessed to release their soul skills, and they don't have independent consciousness. Only you are different. Martial soul Luo Sanpao not only has independent consciousness, but also can release it without possession." Soul skills, this is heresy."

Wang Shenmeng thought to himself: "Weirds are usually not welcomed by others. I can help you return to normal."

He felt the throbbing of the spirituality of the Bright Holy Dragon in his body, and when he saw Yu Xiaogang who had turned into Brother Zhu, a blaze of fire flashed in his eyes.

Wang Shenmeng mobilized the spirituality of the Holy Dragon of Light, and inserted the two tentacles on Yu Xiaogang's heart into Yu Xiaogang's heart, but there was no wound, as if inserted into nothingness.

Although Yu Xiaogang was devoured by Luo Sanpao's spirituality, he still had a part of the source of the Holy Dragon of Light in his body. At this time, he was pulled by the spirituality and scrambled to fly out of Yu Xiaogang's body, followed the tentacles into Wang Shenmeng's body, and The holy dragon of light merges spiritually and becomes a complete holy dragon origin.

After burning the incense, Yu Xiaogang fell into a coma, and his whole body was freed from the spirit of martial arts. His whole body exuded an aura of decadence.

Wang Shenmeng stopped staying and returned directly to his body.

However, he noticed that not only Tang Hao's dream disappeared, but also the dream of the unknown titled Douluo next door disappeared. He didn't know whether he woke up from the dream or the person had left.

Wang Shenmeng had no intention of prying, and returned directly to his body. Suddenly, a hot and huge power burst out, flowing turbulently inside him.

This power is filled with a bright and sacred atmosphere. Wherever it passes, it is as warm as the spring sun, making people feel peaceful and at ease, as if falling into a dream.

The original power of this bright holy dragon quickly transformed Wang Shenmeng's muscles, bones, flesh, and blood. It felt as if he had been reborn, making him indescribably comfortable, as if he was constantly experiencing new life.

After a few hours, this strange feeling of being in a trance gradually receded, and Wang Shenmeng regained clarity, and immediately felt a great change in his body.