Chapter 321 Ninth Soul Skill, Soul Gathering (3000, please subscribe!) The
8,000-year soul ring contains a lot of power, but compared to Fang Ling, it is like a firefly to the bright moon, there is no comparison at all.
The moment it entered Fang Ling's body, it was absorbed directly.
Instant refining is not just a word, it is actually absorbed in an instant.
A bright purple soul ring appeared in the red, standing out particularly.
But this is not the place to add points. Ignoring the shivering Soul Gathering Ants, Fang Ling said to the Titan Ape:
"Don't worry about the ant nest here. They will go back down by themselves. You can go back now that you are done."
The Titan Ape watched this scene nervously, and when he heard these words, he felt as if he had been pardoned, and his tense heartstrings instantly relaxed.
He had just taken two steps.
"etc."
Fang Ling's calm voice sounded in his ears.
The Titan Ape's body froze. He looked at the handsome man in front of him, holding his breath, waiting for his fate.
Fang Ling said: "This is the reward for this trip. Go back and tell the Azure Bull Python that the Soul Hall Pope Bibi Dong has twin martial souls and extraordinary strength. Sooner or later, she will come to hunt you three. With the power of the Spirit Hall, you will never be able to defeat her.
"You are not strong enough. If you don't have enough background to protect you, be sure to dodge in time."
The Titan Ape muttered, "Background? Where does the background come from? What will happen if I can't escape?"
"What else can I do?" Fang Ling looked at it like a fool. "If you can't run away, then die. I've already told you that you definitely can't beat me."
Hearing the word "death", the Titan Ape's eyes suddenly changed: "You..."
Just as I stretched out my hand to ask more clearly, I saw the figure in front of me suddenly disappear.
Looking around, I found nothing: "It's moving pretty fast..."
Using the little time he had to think about what Fang Ling had said, the Titan Giant Ape hurried back to the Lake of Life and immediately told the Azure Bull Python and Xiao Wu what Fang Ling had said.
Hearing Bibi Dong's name, a trace of hatred flashed in Xiao Wu's eyes, and there was a bit of blood in her eyes, while the Sky Blue Bull Python fell into deep thought.
"Can we defeat the Spirit Hall, second brother?" The Titan Giant Ape looked at it and asked expectantly.
The Azure Bull Python curled its lips and said, "I can't beat you, and I don't have any background. The two of us are the strongest in the Star Dou Great Forest."
It knows something vaguely, but not much.
Overall, I still don't know anything.
The news of ferocious beasts such as Di Tian is kept secret, not to mention the seriously injured Silver Dragon King. The two beasts are just ordinary 100,000-year soul beasts.
His strength is just so-so, and only his bloodline is decent enough, serving as the face of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Although he was unsure, in order to reassure the siblings, the Azure Bull Python pretended to be confident:
"Don't let your imagination run wild. Practice hard and improve your cultivation as soon as possible. Then you can overcome more tribulations and win."
The Titan Ape looked at it speechlessly.
And you still want to overcome the heavenly tribulation? Where can you overcome the heavenly tribulation in such a short time?
The probability of Xiao Wu practicing and becoming a level 99 peerless Douluo is even greater.
"Sister Xiaowu, don't worry, we will protect you."
When the Azure Bull Python saw fear and hatred flash across Xiao Wu's face, it repeatedly assured her that it would protect her.
"Well, I believe you." Xiao Wu smiled gently.
But only she herself knows what she is thinking.
…
Fang Ling left, breaking through the void and heading towards the Spirit Hall.
There are many entrances to the City of Slaughter. The one Tang San took is the one, and it doesn’t have to be the one at the Spirit Hall.
He just needed to go to the Spirit Hall's territory to practice temporarily, so as to add points to the ninth soul ring and leave enough time for the undead to absorb the energy of heaven and earth.
Maybe he could also try his hand with Qian Daoliu and estimate Tang Chen’s combat capability.
It’s mainly for the ninth soul ring.
The Soul Gathering Ant King had no other strengths. The ninth soul skill given to him was just as Fang Ling had expected. It was called "Soul Gathering" and it was a skill that could concentrate the elemental energy of heaven and earth.
When used by the Soul Gathering Ant King, his subordinate Soul Gathering Ants can actively gather the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth with their bodies, and then use the blood connections to gather the energy of many ants for use in battle.
The effect of Fang Ling's use is similar. It can make the undead gather the energy of heaven and earth, and then use the connection between the undead and him to gather this part of the power to fight the enemy.
Soul Gathering only provides energy storage skills, and the process of gathering energy comes from expertise.
Soul Gathering Center Lv3 (main body specialty, a specialty provided by the 8,000-year-old Soul Gathering Ant soul ring, which can connect the power of subordinates with related breaths, and after concentrating, deliver the strongest attack, with an energy utilization efficiency of 1%). One percent, although it may not seem high, it requires extremely high physical fitness and meridian strength.
If one is not strong enough or gathers too much power, this will be the fate of all the Soul-Gathering Ant Kings in history.
In addition to the body and meridians, this soul skill also requires extremely high control over energy and mental strength.
After all, to gather so much power, first of all, the body must be able to withstand it, and it is equally important to be able to control it.
Concentrating so much power in the body is equivalent to gathering a huge bomb. If the mental power cannot be controlled, it is simply seeking death.
Almost no one in the soul master world would choose this soul ring, because the requirement of aura involvement is extremely difficult to achieve.
But for Fang Ling, it was just right, and it could almost be called a qualitative change.
Many undead spirits are completely under his control. In addition to serving as fanatics to provide faith, they can now also be used as objects to store soul power.
The power of the skill is still unknown, but the power of more than 60,000 undead must be not small.
Fang Ling believed that he could give people a surprise.
It is only 1% now, but when the soul ring is upgraded to a hundred thousand year soul ring, it is simply unimaginable.
Among the requirements for use, physical endurance is the least worthy of attention.
This amount of power is nothing to a divine body. With the toughness of Fang Ling's meridians, even if he can't withstand it at once, he can adapt to it by using the fire of death more often.
And mental control is even simpler, he can borrow the computing power of the dead! More than 60,000 dead spirits are equivalent to 60,000 more brains helping to think at the same time, working in the same direction. Fang Ling's power control can be said to be the best in the world.
Even Qian Daoliu and Poseidon, who have been immersed in the ways of soul masters for many years, can never compare to him.
Everything is almost ready, just waiting for the ninth soul ring to transform into a hundred thousand year soul ring, gather the soul and store up enough energy, then go to the City of Slaughter and capture Tang Chen's undead spirit.
It seems urgent, but it is mainly to avoid any further complications.
The Shura God was obviously helping Tang San cheat, so Fang Ling could only find a way to cut off his tentacles first.
It is very likely that the big bat that is the pet of the Shura God and Tang Chen who is struggling in the eighth test are both hidden dangers.
Fang Ling is very confident that this trip will be a success.
No matter how strong you, Tang Chen, are, you can only die with hatred under the explosion of my nine hundred thousand year soul rings, the enhancement of my martial soul, and the increase of my soul power with the five final slashes!
In addition, there is another one which is for soul bones.
As a level 99 peerless Douluo, Tang Chen must have full soul bones.
Maybe there will be a hundred thousand year soul bone.
Fang Ling's hunting is not like the light of the sea god, which uses holy light to purify evil and leave nothing behind.
As a soul beast that has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King will definitely explode its soul bones! I hope this bat is not too strong, otherwise no one will be able to absorb its soul bones.
Wuhun City is right next to the Star Dou Great Forest. After Fang Ling traveled through the void for a while, he landed outside the city.
He was not here to cause trouble, so he entered through the main gate.
The soldiers guarding the city gate have been replaced, but Fang Ling's appearance has spread throughout the world and is known to everyone.
Gray-gold hair and mysterious pupils of the same color, coupled with a unique appearance and unfathomable temperament, are one of a kind.
There was no melodramatic pretentious and then slapped-in-the-face incident and Fang Ling was respectfully invited to the meeting hall.
Bibi Dong came hurriedly, still looking the same, with a very cold expression.
"It's only been seven months since we last met. You came today... and now you want to take Nana away? You're going to Poseidon Island so early?"
While speaking, he looked at Fang Ling, and before he could reply, his expression suddenly changed.
Even though she had been the Pope for many years and was the inheritor of the Rakshasa Divine Test, Bibi Dong was still shocked at this moment: "No! Your cultivation level!"
She couldn't see through Fang Ling's cultivation.
After he obtained the seventh soul ring and possessed a divine body, no one could see through him.
Bibi Dong guessed this based on the greatly increased aura and refreshed state of her body.
"Yes, you are already a Titled Douluo." Fang Ling said lightly.
Since the ninth soul ring absorbed an eight thousand year soul ring, it has just broken through to level ninety-one.
Soul power: 91 (0%)
It's less than one percent, but solid particles have been born in the circulating soul power, and a qualitative change has occurred from liquid to solid. He is a genuine Titled Douluo.
Bibi Dong lost her composure and crushed the extremely valuable chair handle, and her delicate hand on the table unnaturally made a dent in the table.
She sat up straight: "How is this possible?"
Bibi Dong originally thought that she was talented enough, but after meeting Fang Ling, she realized that there are always people better than you.
Even though I thought Fang Ling was strong enough, I never thought that he could have a title at the age of nineteen!
You know, at this age, most people in the world can't even reach the level of Soul Master.
Fang Ling smiled lightly and did not reply.
Bibi Dong had swallowed Qianxunji before, and she had experienced big events before, so she quickly regained her composure: "You said you were here to prepare for going to Poseidon Island, so why are you here?"
Fang Ling said calmly, "I will come to take Nana away later. I will borrow your precious land first, and then I will need to borrow the road to go to the Slaughter City."
"How long will we stay?" Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation, "And the City of Slaughter..."
She was a little confused. She knew that they were all places of inheritance of the gods, but how could they be related to killing and the sea? Fang Ling did not explain: "It's hard to say how long I will stay, but it shouldn't be too long. Your Excellency the Pope doesn't need to ask too much. Anyway, I won't harm Nana."
Bibi Dong nodded slightly. Fang Ling was also the inheritor of God and was blessed by God. What he did naturally had his reasons: "Okay, I'll have someone arrange a room for you."
Fang Ling refused: "No, I'll just live with Nana."
As soon as these words were spoken, Bibi Dong looked at him with a complicated look.
After a long while, a knowing smile appeared on his face: "Be moderate."
(End of this chapter)
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