Douluo: I heard that Disaster is a waste?

In the next few days, Qian Yuehuan lived entirely in the core of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Qian Yuehuan was meditating in the underworld. With a thought, his consciousness entered the spiritual sea of ​​knowledge.

In the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, Qian Yuehuan saw the source of the plague floating in mid-air, and a miniature version of the consciousness of the Spiritual Holy Dragon next to it.

As soon as the Holy Spirit Dragon's consciousness saw Qian Yuehuan, it shouted angrily, "Madman, give me back the control of your body!"

Qian Yuehuan glanced at the Holy Spirit Dragon indifferently and said in a cold voice, "With your weak consciousness, you lost consciousness after just one strike of the heavenly thunder. You still want to snatch control of my body from me? You are just dreaming."

This sentence completely ignited the anger of the Holy Spirit Dragon, "Ahhhh! You clearly relied on my dragon soul to survive the catastrophe. How dare you say it was yours? Shame on you!"

Qian Yuehuan sneered, "Then I really have to thank you. Thank you for this dragon soul. It is really useful. Not only has my mental power become stronger, but even most mental attacks have no effect on me. Thank you so much, my good senior~"

The Spiritual Holy Dragon had a look of pain on his face, he squatted in the corner with his head in his hands and cried silently. These words were truly heartbreaking!

Its original intention was to control this body on behalf of Qian Yuehuan's soul, but it didn't expect to be tricked by her. Not only could it not control the body, it couldn't even control the dragon soul.

The thunder tribulation of heavenly punishment not only weakened the consciousness of the Holy Spirit Dragon, but also made it faint. However, Qian Yuehuan, who persisted, was strengthened by the blessings of heaven and earth. His consciousness was greatly enhanced, so he easily controlled the dragon soul.

After all, Qian Yue Huan had retained his spiritual will when he sacrificed himself to the Spiritual Holy Dragon. It was just that Qian Yue Huan was weaker than the Spiritual Holy Dragon at that time, so the dragon soul was controlled by the Spiritual Holy Dragon.

Qianyue laughed, and even dragged out the last syllable on purpose, and deliberately reminded, "Senior, your consciousness is too weak. A weak person should not be able to control this dragon soul and this body. But don't worry, I will help you control it well."

The Spirit Holy Dragon became more emo, squatting in the corner and unwilling to speak.

But Qian Yuehuan didn't feel any heartache at all. Not only did she not feel any heartache, she even hated the Spirit Holy Dragon to her core.

She remembered every moment that the Spiritual Holy Dragon tortured her, and she would settle the score with the Spiritual Holy Dragon in the future!

But now Qian Yuehuan has more important things to do, so she summoned her third martial soul.

A transparent little man appeared in front of Qian Yuehuan.

This is Qian Yuehuan's angel spirit whose attributes have not yet awakened.

With a thought, Qian Yuehuan injected the source of the plague into the angel's martial soul.

In an instant, the source of the plague merged into the transparent angel's martial spirit, just like purple paint falling into colorless water.

The angel's martial soul was slowly being infected by an attribute called "disaster". As the process progressed, Qian Yuehuan clearly felt an emotion called fear, which was a fear of natural disasters. This fear came from the angel's martial soul.

At the same time, a piece of information was transmitted into Qian Yuehuan's mind. Qian Yuehuan could shape and name this angel martial spirit according to his own wishes.

Qian Yuehuan: It feels like raising a daughter.

Soon, Qian Yuehuan was immersed in this process.

Since it is a humanoid martial spirit, it must be good-looking.

A pair of wide wings, a long white skirt drifting in the wind, a head of silver hair cascading down, the angel did not smile, his eyes were full of indifference, and an awe-inspiring fear emanated from him.

Natural disasters are unpredictable, irresistible and irresistible.

It's called the Plague Angel.