Chapter 121 Red Lotus

He took back the Eight Wings of the White Tiger and returned to the room. Now he had to do the second thing.

He summoned the Chaos Green Lotus in his hand, the lotus leaves swayed slightly, and three purple soul rings floated up and down.

"Every soul skill of Chaos Qinglian is extremely powerful. The first soul skill, God-killing Spear, is so sharp that it has touched the level of rules; the second soul skill, Qinglian Phantom, as long as the soul power is enough, Resistant to any harm.”

"What is this third soul skill?"

Dai Yao licked his lips, looking forward to it.

The third purple soul ring shone, and Dai Yao immediately disappeared from the room and appeared on the shore of the lake.

The breeze from the shore blew against his face, waking him up from his stunned state. He was surprised and happy.

"Is this? Teleportation?"

"I wonder how far this teleportation is?"

He activated his soul power crazily and meditated hard towards the east. With the use of his third soul skill, Dai Yao's figure disappeared from the shore and appeared in the forest.

"This is where?"

He jumped up to the treetops to identify his location. After a moment, he exclaimed:

"This is a place two thousand meters away. This teleportation can actually move two thousand meters, and my soul power only consumes one percent! It is indeed the soul skill of Chaos Qinglian. The soul skill has no cooling time and can Continuous casting.”

In other words, Dai Yao can move two hundred kilometers in an instant without sacrificing his soul power.

When running for your life, this is simply a magical skill!

Even a titled Douluo might not be able to catch up with him.

"Now, I can say this, even though there are Contra and Titled Douluo behind me, I don't have to worry about them catching up with me, because their horses are not as fast as mine!"

After figuring out the third soul skill of Chaos Qinglian, with a thought, he returned to the spiritual world and came to the side of Chaos Qinglian.

Every ten levels of his soul power, the Chaos Green Lotus will form a lotus.

"Last time it was purple lotus, what kind of lotus is it this time?"

Dai Yao thought.

I saw fiery red fireworks burning on the green lotus with nine petals. After a while, a red lotus appeared.

He picked off the red lotus, and the rhizome immediately turned into ashes and disappeared. Among the ashes, it sprouted, grew, and bloomed, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, another chaotic green lotus was born.

However, this chaotic green lotus has five petals, symbolizing his thirty-fifth level soul power.

The red lotus in the palm rotated quietly, vermilion flames rose from the stamens, and the surrounding space was a little distorted.

"What a terrible flame!"

Just looking at Honglian for a few times made Dai Yao feel a little palpitated.

Every lotus flower has the power to turn decay into magic. After Zhu Zhuqing took the purple lotus, the Nether Civet Spirit evolved into the Lord of the Netherworld.

This red lotus has the same effect.

If given to a person with a fire-attribute martial spirit, a god-level fire-attribute martial spirit might evolve.

The Auckland team still has quite a few shortcomings in the composition of its players. After Dugu Yan joined the Auckland team and replaced the original control system soul master, the auxiliary system soul master and an agility attack system soul master were all weaknesses of the team.

If a fire attribute soul master with a god-level martial soul joins, it will definitely greatly increase the team's upper limit.

But who is this red lotus given to?

The existence of Honglian is too shocking and must not be given to people who cannot be trusted. If it is leaked, it will cause a lot of trouble.

If he can't find the right person, he would rather keep this red lotus forever.

In fact, he already had a candidate in mind, and that was the beautiful red figure far away in Xingluo.

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A few days later, a letter passed through the channels of Wuhun Palace, passed through desert forests, crossed mountains and rivers, and after a long time, was delivered to Star Luo Royal Academy.

Dai Yao’s former training place.

Next to the waterfall, there is a thatched cottage and a hot spring.

In the hot spring, a slim figure was looming in the steaming mist, but her face was not pretty.

He bit his lip, frowned, and looked painful.

After a long time, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"This inner fire breaks out more and more frequently. Am I really not able to practice?"

A look of pain appeared on her handsome and charming face.

Looking at the reflection in the water, he smiled sadly.

"Feng Wutong, Feng Wutong, don't you want to accept your fate?"

Standing up, water droplets fell from her slim figure. Even though it was just a faint silhouette, it was enough to make people's blood rush.

After getting dressed, he raised his fiery red ponytail high and looked back at the falling waterfall. The figure from before seemed to still be under the waterfall.

Her eyes were a little nostalgic. She looked up and couldn't help but think:

"With his talent, he should be close to becoming a Soul Lord now. Such a young Soul Lord is very rare in the history of the mainland."

"I wonder how he is doing in the Tiandou Empire?"

Seeing things and thinking about people, I came to the wooden house where Dai Yao once lived. The room was spotless. After Dai Yao left, she cleaned it thoroughly.

Sitting on the chair, the sun shines through the window and sprinkles gold. The tilt angle becomes wider and wider. It is not until the cold moon rises and a hint of coolness appears that Feng Wutong suddenly realizes that she has been sitting here for several times. It's time.

"I still can't forget him."

Feng Wutong smiled bitterly, and his narrow eyes no longer had the usual heroic spirit. Instead, they could not help but feel sad.

She is a civilian soul master, a civilian soul master who is tortured by the side effects of martial arts.

After being unable to find any hope of curing the side effects of Wuhun, after discussions in the academy, it has given up cultivating Feng Wutong and left her to stay here and fend for herself.

Anyway, the mimicry environment here is extremely remote, and no soul master wants it.

As she tossed and turned at night, she couldn't help but ask herself, why was Dai Yao so important in her heart?

After a long period of thinking, I still couldn't find the answer.

"Maybe, it really is a feeling."

she muttered.

She always felt an inexplicable sense of comfort when getting along with Dai Yao.

There is no disdain from the nobles, and there is no support from the common people to keep each other warm, but a kind of respect, a respect from the heart.

It seems that no matter who she is, Dai Yao will treat her like that.

It was this feeling that intoxicated her, made her unforgettable, and made her ponder it to this day.

As a time traveler, Dai Yao is completely different from the rest of the world in terms of how he treats and gets along with others. The concepts of the two worlds collided with each other, and the differences were obvious. Therefore, it is no wonder that Feng Wutong remembered it deeply.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, she smiled happily.

"He on the other side of the continent should be looking at the same moon now."

Opening the yellowed paper, the paper was already a little soft, which showed that she had read this letter many times.

"Silly boy, where can I find a solution to the side effects of martial arts?"

Thinking of Dai Yao's promise to her, she couldn't help but smile silly.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Sister Wutong, the Tiandou Empire has a letter for you!"

"Tian Dou Empire?"

Feng Wutong was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile slightly.

"How do I know people from the Tiandou Empire?"

Suddenly, as she looked at the old letter in her hand, a flash of inspiration flashed, her heart beat faster, blood rushed to her head, she felt slightly dizzy, stood up suddenly, and opened the door.

Holding back his excitement, he took the envelope and read it eagerly.

After a moment, clear tears flowed from Feng's eyes and streaked across her jade-white cheeks.

That's laughing.