Chapter 555: The Son of Fortune Falls (Part 1)

"The second soul ring!"

A purple soul ring is engraved on the blue silver scepter.

Its birth means that Han Tao has found room to move forward in the barren land of the arena of life and death.

"At this point, level 30 is no longer a natural chasm!"

"I will continue to make breakthroughs and I will move forward indomitably!"

The soul power was stirring on Han Tao's body, and the soul power linked to the acupoints caused the gray-black robe to stir in the wind.

"This time, I will be faster!"

——Bang! Bang! Bang!

The natural moat of levels was useless in front of Han Tao, level 21, level 22, level 23, level 24.

16 minutes later, we arrived at Hunzun.

"Soul Lord, this is the destination that a certain soul master cannot reach in his lifetime!"

"Why?"

Tang San's voice was a little harsh.

Because according to the common sense of Douluo Continent, according to the theory taught by Yu Xiaogang, "The higher the soul power level, the harder it is to break through!"

——However, this common sense was completely shattered by Han Tao.

Han Tao: "Because."

"The talent modified by the blue silver scepter is unparalleled!"

"And if you want to give full play to your talents, you need enough numerical support. Every time my level increases, the upper limit of my cultivation talents will be higher!"

When the growth of cultivation talent is higher than the difficulty of a soul master's breakthrough level growth, a situation that goes against common sense will occur.

It takes 30 minutes to break through the soul master, 20 minutes to break through the great soul master, and only 16 minutes to break through the soul master.

"Damn it"

"Why don't I have such a talent? Why don't I take the evolutionary path of [Blue Silver Scepter]"

"Han Tao, I know you are afraid. You are afraid of my Blue Silver Grass martial spirit!"

Seeing Tang San deceiving himself, Han Tao helplessly shook his head.

With the passage of time, sacrifices, and transformation rituals, the body has been reshaped and healed.

Han Tao re-mastered the secret method of soul power synergy, re-opened the "Shenting Point", "Tongtian Point", and "Yongquan Point", and mastered the "Power of Illusion" and "Through Heaven and Earth" secret techniques.

Now, in all aspects of physical strength, soul power, and mental strength, there was a significant distance between him and Tang San.

"Now, are you ready to die?"

Suddenly, the soul power stirring in the acupoints and meridians worked with the muscles to grab Tang San's neck.

"die?"

"Even if you break through to level 30, what can you do to me?"

The palm of his right hand clenched the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, like a hard steel stone, dancing with the wind and momentum.

Clear Sky Hammer, he also has the Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit.

"Ghostly!"

"Extended skill - the dance of random cloaks!"

The power and momentum are slowly increasing with the dance of the Clear Sky Hammer.

At the same time, Tang San's self-confidence was also increasing, imagining how Han Tao could resist this huge force.

"snort!"

Han Tao smiled contemptuously: "What a childish trick. Do you want to use your so-called crude techniques in front of a soul master who has mastered the essence of power?"

"It will only make you suffer the consequences!"

Scepter, tap lightly.

Because of the deliberate force pulling, the power transmission route of Chaos Cloak Dance also reversed.

——tear

"Well"

Tang San groaned.

Half of his body, including his entire right arm span, was irreversibly torn.

Stained blood, broken bones, torn tendons

"Damn it, I neglected that!"

"I should have expected it. This technique has been used in the elite soul master competition. I should have expected it."

"It's meaningless!" Han Tao shook his head indifferently: "Even if you expected it, it's meaningless!"

"My means are gradually increasing, and my power has returned in a very short period of time. The truth I have learned through the years has once again led me to be strong."

"It's too late for you, it's too late for you to understand!"

Tang San started to retreat.

With fear in his heart, he suddenly recalled Han Tao's past methods, any of which he could not resist.

"God of love, please help me~"

"I know that the great you are watching all this, and I beg you to take me out of here."

Even at this moment, he was still naively dreaming of finding a way to escape from this fateful arena of life and death.

The God of Love had fallen, and the remaining spirit showed no mercy, or she was also afraid of something.

"Pray for mercy from the gods?"

"Some people are born weak. Even if they master certain talents and powers, they cannot become truly powerful."

Han Tao stepped forward slowly.

Trampling on Tang San's broken arm, he looked down in front of him.

"The soul master who is loved by fate has blocked all my methods and will finally meet his destiny!"

"Zhuqi, you can rest in peace."

Douluo Continent, Qiankun Qingqing Valley.

Located at the head of the world's three major cornucopias, when the silver moon and golden sun alternate, we welcome an unexpected visitor.

"Who is it?"

Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, turned his head.

Coming towards me was a woman wearing a purple dress and a crown with colorful gems inlaid on it.

Her makeup is extremely noble and her behavior is also very elegant. Between her frown and her smile, she is synonymous with "strong" and "beautiful".

"Bibi Dong?"

There was hatred in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. It was she and her Spirit Empire who destroyed the Star Luo Empire and killed the empire's inheritance.

"Bibi Dong, what is she doing here?"

Ning Fengzhi paused.

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

Bibi Dong issued an order: "Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, everything goes according to plan!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

--Limited static domain!

Under the sky, the two martial spirits "Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum" and "Ghost" appeared, and their power intertwined, freezing everything in the world in place.

Ning Rongrong, Ye Lingling, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Ning Fengzhi. All fell into a short freeze.

Only, the plane consciousness was staggered.

"What does she want to do?"

"What does she want to do?"

Bibi Dong smiled gently, showing her absolute self-confidence, and even holding the world's situation in her hands.

With her left hand, she slowly raised the scarlet Shura Blood Sword.

With her right hand, she held the Rakshasa sickle with purple light.

"Zhu Zhuqing is from the Xingluo Empire. She is the enemy of the Wuhun Empire!"

"How can I allow a strong man who harbors ill will towards the empire to live freely in the Douluo Continent?"

In her beautiful eyes, there was a flash of murderous edge.

The two artifacts crossed crisply in the sky, one pierced Zhu Zhuqing's body, and the other pierced the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger she was sitting on.

"As you expected."

"Everything is going according to our plan!"

The expression of the plane consciousness was crazy.

The strong man who had experienced the ancient years had never shown such an expression, but Han Tao's arrival broke his composure.

"Yes!" Bibi Dong nodded in agreement.

If Zhu Zhuqing died, she would no longer be able to threaten the Wuhun Empire.

At the same time, no matter who won the final victory between "Son of Luck" and "Han Tao", it would be useless.

"The Dark Demon Evil Tiger has fallen!"

The plane consciousness sneered: "No matter how strong Han Tao is, or what means he has, he will be trapped in the desolate 'Arena of Life and Death'."

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Han Tao will never be able to return, he will be trapped in that desolate space and time forever."

"Forever, forever"

Strength and truth have become the sorrow under the confinement of time and space.