Douluo's Fire

Chapter 138: The 10 Year Spirit Ring

The 9-year-old Frost Flood Dragon has a hard body, and ordinary attacks can't even scratch it, and because of its powerful cold energy, it also has the bonus of dragon blood.

Ordinary Title Douluo would have to spend a lot of energy trying to clean it up, but for ordinary Contras, it wouldn't be afraid of one or the other, and could even have an extra meal.

However, under the slaying of Han Chi's azure blue ice dragon, the control of ice skills, and the sweep of Chi Long's real body, a Han Jiao, which often freezes enemy soul beasts, was exhausted by Han Chi and frozen in this pit.

Recovering his figure, Han Chi put his hands behind his back in front of Han Jiao's head.

At this time, Han Jiao was panting, and looked at the little one in front of him angrily. Han Chi's height at this time was not as tall as its head, so it was naturally a little one in its eyes.

But it was this little one, in the battle just now, he didn't fight it head-on at all, but just ordered the two ice dragons to fight it.

He himself hid behind, radiating icicles of cold light, slowing down its figure, like a fly, which annoyed it extremely.

Han Chi ignored Han Jiao's angry eyes, and it took him half an hour to finish grinding the Han Jiao's physical strength and freeze its figure.

It is convenient to use the reagents later, mainly because Ye Li told him that the more complete the body of the soul beast is preserved, the more years it can increase the lifespan of the soul ring.

Han Chi will take the time to preserve Han Jiao's body as much as possible.

Under Han Jiao's angry eyes, Han Chi solemnly took out a tube of black-red reagent exuding a strong and strange aura from the storage soul guide.

The strange aura it exudes made Han Jiao's heart suddenly chill with angry eyes, it is not afraid of death, it has lived for too long, and the long loneliness has made it indifferent to death.

But the breath of this black-red thing made his heart shudder, and the intuition in his heart was frantically telling it not to let it enter its body.

Han Chi checked his body again solemnly, making sure that he had no wounds in his free battle just now.

Then he took out Xiao Wu's blood, followed Ye Li's example, took out a drop of blood, and flew into the soul blood reagent exuding a strong and strange aura.

The bright red amber was formed, and the phantom of the 10-year-old soul beast shattered, shaking the ice-bound Han Jiao, who was so shocked that he couldn't move.

Even though he has seen it too many times, Han Chi is still amazed in his heart. Every time he doubts whether Ye Li is the reincarnation of the legendary god, it is too amazing.

Using the soul power in his hand, he carefully sent the greedy and restless black-red mist into Han Jiao's body.

At the same time, the Chilong Martial Soul on his body unfolded again, turning into a huge Chilong to hold Han Jiao's body, and let him struggle violently to break free.

The panic in his heart was getting bigger and bigger. When the black and red mist entered his body, the intuition in Han Jiao's heart screamed crazily, beating the bottom of Han Jiao's heart, don't let them in!

The black-red mist cheered and poured into all parts of Han Jiao's body, and the phantom of a 10-year-old soft-bone rabbit soul beast jumped up, rushing in front of Han Jiao's consciousness, trying to suppress it under his feet.

The soul beast has cultivated to 9 years, although there is still a big gap between 10 years, but this does not mean that a phantom manifested by a drop of blood can suppress its will!
When the 10-year soft-bone rabbit soul beast phantom struggled with the consciousness of the Han Jiao, the black-red mist happily swam in the body of the Han Jiao, washing everything in the body of the Han Jiao.

At the same time, he greedily took everything he encountered into his body, and merged with the breath in Han Jiao's body.

A wonderful wave began to unfold, once again pulling down the phantom of the 10-year-old soft-boned rabbit soul beast that was fighting happily with the Han Jiao consciousness.

Undulating, it suppressed the phantom of the 10-year-old soft-bone rabbit soul beast, released a black-red mist, and greedily swallowed it in.

Then the undulations stretched out, absorbing the power in Han Jiao's body, no matter how panicked Han Jiao controlled the energy in his body, it was of no avail.

Han Chi pressed the frantically writhing Han Jiao with a solemn expression, the ice blocks covering Han Jiao's body cracked and crackled, almost unable to seal the already exhausted Han Jiao.

Ye Li had already explained to him in detail what would happen, and Han Chi was mentally prepared.

But looking at Han Jiao whose body was gradually drying up after being absorbed by the soul blood reagent, Han Chi felt a trace of fear in his heart.

The experiments these days were all conducted by Ye Li himself, and the intensity of the experiments was not strong. In addition, when Ye Li did the experiments, the weather was always calm, so it seemed that this experiment was not very dangerous.

But only by doing it yourself can you know the danger involved. If this thing is contaminated on a human body, even a Titled Douluo might not be able to bear it.

As the battle subsided, snowflakes drifted down, one after another, like a snow curtain, gradually covering the big pit where Han Jiao was.

The exposed dark ground was once again covered with white snow.

The moon-white Chichi is integrated with the pure white earth, like a banished fairy who doesn't care about the world.

It's just that Han Jiao's screams slightly ruined the peaceful and peaceful scene, and it was stained with an ominous black-red mist.

As the aura faded, Han Chi took out the "Drunk Dragon Saliva" given by Ye Li, and passed it into Han Jiao's body to condense the dissipated energy.

In front of Han Jiao whose eyes had begun to appear cloudy, he stretched out his hand, and an ice thorn about two meters long condensed in front of Han Jiao's body, and then pierced Han Jiao's brain.

There was no screaming and screaming, no flashing back, and under the greedy washing of the black-red mist and the indifference of the wonderful fluctuations, Han Jiao was easily killed by Han Chi.

A circle of soul ring with thick black light rose slowly from its body, showing the demise of its aura.

Waiting quietly, Han Chi believed Ye Li's words, he said yes, he could.

The wind violently blew the falling snow, engulfing them and whizzing towards the ground, scattering balls of "cotton" one after another.

In just over half an hour, the body of Han Chi in a moon-white robe was already covered with snowflakes, and the snow on the ground also touched his heels, showing their welcome to the human visitors here.

With a whistling whistling, more than half an hour passed again, and most of the soul ring that was originally full of black light disappeared at this time, replaced by a circle of blood-red soul ring.

The last black spot firmly held on to the blood-red soul ring, defending its last dignity.

But under the caress of time, under the last ray of energy supplied by the wonderful fluctuations in Han Chi's body, a circle of red soul ring jumped out and quietly suspended in front of Han Chi.

Quiet, silent, Han Chi looked at the 10-year soul ring that countless soul masters dreamed of, his lips moved slightly, and the little spirit in his heart made him want to say something.

However, Ye Li's calm and indifferent figure flashed across Han Chi's heart, making Han Chi suddenly smile.

After staying by Ye Li's side for so long, shouldn't the 10-year soul ring be a natural and normal thing?

Swinging up the moon-white robe, sweeping off the white snow on his body, Han Chi sat down cross-legged, on this snow-white land, sitting on the ground, absorbing the 10-year soul ring that countless soul masters dream of.

Everything is as comfortable and natural as it will be when conditions are ripe.

(End of this chapter)