Chapter 600 The branch of luck that returns to the tribe

The Blue Silver Emperor completed the final step of sublimation.

Growth base: 1.0→1.1

"The controller of the order of life, born out of blood, a great way higher than life force"

Blue Silver Emperor, this Blue Silver Grass can no longer be called Blue Silver Emperor. It has evolved to this point, so it naturally needs to be given a new title.

"Um"

"Just call him the Lord of Creatures. I'm too lazy to give him a name."

Han Tao let out a breath.

A hidden connection slowly emerged between the Lord of Creatures and the Branch of Luck, but this connection was not deep. It was still difficult for Han Tao to directly snatch the Branch of Luck.

"In that case, then the next step is the evolution of the second martial spirit, the Blue Silver Master!"

"It's my turn, it's my turn!"

The consciousness of the blue and silver tribe responded happily.

Han Tao frowned. He had already seen the birth of plane consciousness in the history of 500,000 years ago, and also understood the direction of the continued evolution of the Blue Silver Master, moving towards the consciousness sequence of the "Blue Silver Realm", but this There are certain risks in taking one step at a time.

"That's all."

"The Blue Silver Group is the evolution that I promoted the birth of. I should believe that it will not betray me."

When the wind and rain alternated, Han Tao didn't have many choices during the brief moment when the strong men in front were fighting.

On the ground, thousands of blue silver grasses suddenly arranged alternately vertically and horizontally, like a dense computer array, concentrating endless meanings in the center of the eight-petal master.

"The fusion between the soul and the body is the godhead, the rank, and the whale glue!"

"The will of the Blue Silver Clan and the endless Blue Silver Grass on the Douluo Continent, the medium between them is the Blue Silver Master!"

The entire blue silver master turns into the "whale glue" that connects consciousness and body.

The eight-petal structure was abandoned by Han Tao, and the new honeycomb structure became the new form of the "Blue Silver Dominator", and the honey bred in the honeycomb was exactly the "soul essence" that the will of the tribe most desired.

"What an arrogant wind"

Ning Rongrong looked into the distance nervously.

The battle between the ancient Netherworld and God King Shura gradually became more intense. It relied on the skill of time and space dislocation to continuously dodge God King Shura's killing sword.

"Han Tao, why did you inform Ancient Netherworld about the possibility of time and space dislocation in the first place?"

Ning Rongrong turned her head in confusion.

"It's me, Meng Lang"

"I shouldn't have informed it of that possibility."

Han Tao suddenly admitted his mistake, which surprised her.

Suddenly he saw Han Tao involuntarily scanning the gods around him, and he understood everything immediately.

The ancient netherworld is the enemy, the will of the plane is also the enemy, even Zhu Zhuqing is the enemy, and the gods in the sky are all enemies of the future.

Han Tao's simultaneous progress with any party means that the combat power gap between him and other enemies is widening, which is a positive benefit.

"Now that I have mastered the Blue Silver Will, the Master of Creatures, the branch of destiny evolved from the Wind Song Grass cannot escape my grasp."

"Han Tao, let me help you get it back!" The will of the blue silver group whispered, "The will of the plane does not have complete control over it. We can get it back, but I also need your help."

"Well, good!"

Han Tao attracted the Lord of Creatures.

The will of the plane looked at the hand in horror, the colorful luster of the branch of destiny was disappearing.

"This is impossible!"

"I have used the projection of my will to occupy this plant. How can you regain control of its sequence?"

Han Tao shook his head, looked at it, and took a breath.

"After all, you are also the master of the birth of the locust group. Have you forgotten the concept of group consciousness, or have you not evolved to my level at all?"

The will of the plane looked at the hive in Han Tao's hand. It could not see the rhythm of the blue silver will in the sky, but it could control the will of the creatures in the world.

The blue silver will in front of me is like a corner of the complete will power of the world being forcibly torn off.

"Got it!"

Blue Silver Will said, "Do you need me to erase its consciousness projection?"

"need!"

Han Tao nodded, so it activated energy and erased the consciousness projection of the plane consciousness again.

The plane consciousness paused, and it felt that the projection on the branch of destiny dissipated, although its soul did not feel pain, because "consciousness projection" is a skill higher than soul division, and does not have as many defects as soul division.

"I don't believe it."

Its body trembled and its tone became weak, "I spent so much time, I calculated for thousands of years, I finally got the favor of the branch of luck, how could I lose it, why should I lose it? "

"No, you've lost it!"

"The process is not important, but its ending is destined. It will return to the tribe one day."

Above the realm is the birth of the realm.

The Will of Blue Silver, the Lord of Creatures, and the Branch of Luck bloomed in Han Tao's fingers one after another. Their common strength weaved together and guided the Blue Silver Domain to move higher.

From the blue silver realm to the realm of gods, from the realm of gods to the [realm].

Reaching this point is equivalent to creating a new time and space in the Douluo Star Plane, with complete world order and rules of evolution.

"It's time for me to make you pay!"

Han Tao's figure suddenly shuttled forward, grabbing the neck of the plane's will.

"The will of the plane is different from before. I can hurt you now. How should you pray for your death?"

The consciousness of the plane was panicked and awkward, "No, Han Tao, you can't kill me, I am the will of the Douluo plane."

"If I die here, the order of life in Douluo Continent will be overturned, and all life will be in ruins!!"

The shadow's complexion was pale to the naked eye. Han Tao smiled nonchalantly, "What's the problem with me if all living beings are in ruins?"

Turning his head, he looked at Bibi Dong in the distance, and then at the life core in the distance.

"The core of life can organize the order of soul beasts, and the Wuhun Palace can stabilize the order of humans."

"Even if you die here, Douluo Continent will not make any waves. It's time for you to welcome your own death!"

Han Tao's figure suddenly staggered.

Colorful luck is weaving on Han Tao's body, and the finger bones extend out of the sword of time.

"Ahem!"

The God King of Destruction made two sounds.

"Han Tao, I'm not going to stop you. Since you plan to kill it, you still have to find a replacement to inherit its position."

"The Douluo plane has my inheritance. I can't witness the destruction of the world's order with my own eyes. You understand what I mean."

Han Tao calmed down, and the thoughts woven by Lan Yin's will were passed to Ning Fengzhi's ears.

"Master, do you have any ideas about the will of the plane?"

Ning Fengzhi remained silent.

He and Han Tao were tens of millions of meters away. He couldn't see Han Tao's figure, but he also understood that it was his disciple's voice. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"No!"

"Han Tao, find someone else!"

Sword Douluo also shook his head, "I don't want to be this thing either."

Han Tao's expression turned cold, he once again tightened his grip on the neck of Plane Will, and turned his head

"Did you change their minds?"

The plane consciousness explained repeatedly, "No, I don't, I really don't!"

Han Tao didn't believe it. He glanced at the God King of Destruction and saw that he didn't stop him, so he flashed his sword.

"The edge of time is your unmatched sharpness."

Pierced through its body, the shadow disappeared in the sky.

The oath of beings who have experienced 500,000 years has come to an end.

"Master, are you really unwilling to become the master of the plane?"

"Yes!"

Ning Fengzhi immediately replied, "Han Tao, it's tiring enough to run a sect. You let me control the will of Douluo Continent. I'm sorry, Master, I can't do anything."

Sword Douluo touched his head and smiled innocently.

"Han Tao, don't think about it. My father doesn't want to worry about such nonsense."

Ning Rongrong smiled foolishly and slowly stretched out her fingers. That was the direction of the Spirit Hall, "I know there is a peerless Douluo over there who can satisfy your requirements."

"Well, Qian Daoliu is a good choice."

He smiled melodiously because Han Tao got a positive answer.

"God King Shura, you can't kill me!"

"So what if your divine power can shatter time and space? Can you still destroy the entire Douluo Continent? The power of a world will backfire. Even if you are the God King, you will perish here."

Ancient Netherworld sneered proudly, "Han Tao told me about the art of time and space dislocation. Physical attacks cannot damage the void, and your divine power cannot hit my body."

God King Shura glanced at Han Tao full of hatred.

Han Tao smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"But thinking about it, with the strength of your God King, it won't be a problem to take him down."

"Hmph!" God King Shura raised his eyes indifferently, "Han Tao, don't do meaningless things. I'm not Tang Chen. I have much more power than you think!"

"Evil God King, come on!"

God King Shura gave an order, and then retreated, leaving the Evil God King to fight with the ancient Netherworld.

"I won't go!" The Evil God retorted, "I am not a god born in Douluo Continent. Even if it can travel through time and space, it cannot threaten my past. I am not willing to fight it. It will do me no good."

"Destruction is left to you!"

The evil and the good smiled at each other, and then handed over the task to the God King of Destruction.

"Well"

"Okay, I'll do it!"

The God King of Destruction raised his scepter, and the power containing the destruction of time and space spurted out, piercing all the evasive spaces in the ancient netherworld.

God King Shura fell back leisurely and arrived at Han Tao's side, his eyes flashing with cold murderous intent.

"Han Tao, don't play tricks on me!"

"You were the one who destroyed my consciousness projection in the first place. I haven't settled this debt with you yet. Now you summon the Netherworld Martial Spirit and let me destroy it. Maybe I can spare your life!"

Han Tao's eyes were dim and he suddenly smiled.

"I told Ancient Netherworld about the time and space dislocation. Why do you think you can hurt my martial spirit?"

God King Shura sneered. The red stomach looked like a river of blood blooming from thorns, and the sword bred with murderous intent was the control of the order of killing.

"I can't kill Ancient Netherworld, and I can't destroy your martial spirit, but so what? I still can't kill you?"

"Your body is your biggest flaw!"

The golden glow and the colorful "Netherworld" appeared next to Han Tao again.

"The constant 'Ten Changes of the Netherworld' system is the result of the development of the ancient Netherworld, although I don't have enough Netherworld origins to fully obtain its capabilities."

"But I can find its lower-level replacement. The soul beast containing the power of the netherworld will become the engraved symbol of my power!"

The Eye of Time looks down at the many creatures in Douluo Continent.

The creatures containing the power of the Netherworld are falling under the influence of the Lord of Life. Their power is drawn by Han Tao and turned into the original soul ring of the "Netherworld".

"Ten thousand year soul ring?"

Ancient Netherworld looked at Han Tao sarcastically.

It planned to take a good look at how Han Tao, a weak human being, could resist the murderous intention of God King Shura.

"The ten thousand year soul ring, let's make do with it for now!"

The Netherworld Martial Spirit undergoes a step-by-step transformation as the soul ring is gradually engraved and stimulated by the power of the soul ring.

The "Ten Transformations of the Netherworld" system refutes the existence of the White Tiger's Four Transformations. It requires giving up the blessing of the "Martial Soul Avatar", or in other words, every soul ring in the ancient Netherworld is an alternative martial soul avatar.

9999, 14999, 19999

"The distance between a ten thousand year soul ring and a hundred thousand year soul ring is twice that of a hundred thousand year soul ring."

In the end, Han Tao's Netherworld reached a numerical strength of 49,999, and in the hands of God King Shura, he also grabbed a small share of the right to speak.

"Funny, ridiculous!"

"Han Tao, you make me laugh. Do you think a martial spirit of this level can compete with the God King?"

Seeing the Netherworld in front of him, God King Shura glanced contemptuously, raised his head and sneered.