Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

Chapter 642: Lord of the Netherworld



"Is this a new world?"

After seven months of wandering in deep space, the Blue Silver Realm finally found the other side, a new world.

"Yes!" Han Tao nodded lightly.

"This is the plane closest to the Douluo Continent. Their cultivation system is related to beads. My blood core and the natal pearl of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger are closely related to their world's cultivation system."

"It's never too late to speak!"

"I'm not interested in their history, I'm only interested in their cultivation system. After collecting the Shadow of the Era and the emblem of civilization, we will go to the next world."

Han Tao waved his hand, and the Eyes of Time once again bloomed in the sky above the Dzi Bead's transformation plane, like a superior god looking down on the earth.

"This is."

In the Five Holy Lands, several powerful men looked at the sky and at the pair of pupils full of time.

"What a powerful weapon this is!"

A certain young man became a little greedy, so he and the old man next to him ordered, "Go and take off that eye for me and give it as a birthday gift to his grandfather. You won't lose your dignity even if you think about it."

"Okay, young master!" the old man responded.

Then the body was filled with blood, leading the body to fly into the sky, pointing straight at the Eye of Time.

"You dare!"

Han Tao shouted angrily.

The mighty soul power surged out, suddenly slapping towards the mass of blood mist ahead.

The systems of the two worlds collided fiercely. Although the rules of this world were not friendly to martial arts, Han Tao's strength was beyond their imagination.

——Bang!

The old man fell to the ground seriously injured.

"Well, not dead?" Han Tao was surprised.

The old man stood up tremblingly, turned his head, and gave orders to the many disciples in the Blood Red Prison.

"This is his weapon. Whoever kills him will get 20 blood pills!"

"20 blood pills?"

The disciples looked greedy. They may have known the terror of the man in front of them, but their actions were guided by the old man's skills, and they had lost their superego judgment, leaving only their own crazy consciousness.

"act recklessly!"

There is no mercy in Han Tao's heart.

He took half a step in the sky, and the sky suddenly rippled.

The mountain peaks collapsed, seawater splashed thousands of feet, and endless dust rose up. Under the valley, the bodies of thousands of disciples exploded into blood mist.

"What."

The old man's expression was bleak, "Young Master, run quickly, we seem to have offended a powerful enemy."

The young man was not afraid, and even stood slowly in front of Han Tao, with an arrogant expression on his face: "Who are you?"

"If you are willing to hand over your upper eye, then kneel down and kowtow to me three times, can I let you go?"

"This is your choice!"

Han Tao glanced at him disdainfully, and then called him the Lord of Creatures.

The man's body was out of control, and he brought his neck close to Han Tao's fingers, and then he was clenched tightly.

"This strong human being."

The old man knelt in front of Han Tao, "You can't kill him, you can't kill him. He is the son of the Blood Moon War Emperor. If you kill him, you will not escape death!"

"Are you threatening me?"

Han Tao asked, "I have never been threatened in any form. You will pay the price for your choice!"

The fingers suddenly exerted force, and the young man's body suddenly exploded, turning into blood mist and merging with the disciples below.

The order of the Forge of Destruction shattered his body and obliterated his soul to ensure nothing was lost.

"No, damn it!"

"The Blood Moon War King will not let you go. I failed to protect the young master, eh."

The old man's body slowly melted.

A shadow appeared on the corpse. Han Tao looked at him and touched his chin.

"It's a bit like the consciousness projection of a god, which is a good method."

The man was wearing bright red armor, his appearance was rough, and his words contained anger, "You killed my son?"

"Who are you and why did you kill my son?"

He held back his anger and was able to grow to this point. He is not a brainless idiot.

He was not sure of Han Tao's strength, nor Han Tao's identity.

However, Han Tao had the guts to kill his own son under the protection of the old man. Presumably, he was not afraid of himself.

"He is very likely to have the ability to threaten himself."

The Blood Moon War Emperor thought to himself that he would not take action before confirming Han Tao's strength and identity.

Regardless of whether he would be called a coward by others, it was not more important than his own life. He believed in his own judgment.

Han Tao waved his hand, "It's not important!"

"If you have the courage, come to me!"

Initiated by the Crucible of Destruction, his "consciousness projection" was immediately erased and then ignored.

The pupil of time sweeps across the sky and the earth.

I found the emblem of civilization from the "demon clan", I found the emblem of civilization from the "orcs", and I also remembered a shadow of the era.

"6 copies of the shadow of the era, 6 copies of the emblem of civilization."

The evil-eyed tyrant said calmly, "There seems to be a familiar space there."

"Yeah?"

Han Tao also looked over.

The Netherworld reminded Han Tao of the ancient Netherworld, the terrifying creatures from 500,000 years ago.

"In the Netherworld, there seems to be a certain creature in it?"

The divine power attached to Han Tao's body caused Han Tao's body to pierce the air with an explosion and reach the netherworld.

"Who is it?"

"Who arrived in my territory!"

In the Netherworld, a creature born of evil thoughts, darkness, resentment and other negative emotions, also a life form that evolved from energy, appeared in front of Han Tao again.

"Hmm"

Han Tao looked at it, swept across its 9999 strength body, and showed a satisfied smile.

"Who are you?" The Lord of the Netherworld questioned Han Tao.

"It doesn't matter who I am!" Han Tao smiled slightly, "This time I will have an absolute advantage in the battle between me and the Netherworld!"

Han Tao once fought with the ancient Netherworld. As the ancient Netherworld grew, Han Tao also improved. When Han Tao met this original Netherworld again, the ending was predictable.

The third martial soul "Netherworld", 99999 energy strength defeated the Netherworld, and rushed to the Lord of the Netherworld with an absolute advantage.

"What."

The Lord of the Netherworld was trembling.

The Netherworld in front of it is of the same sequence as it, but why is its strength so outrageous, far beyond the limit

"No, don't!"

"I am the Lord of the Netherworld, the master of the tribe, you can't hurt me!"

Han Tao smiled contemptuously, "The Netherworld is my martial soul, it obeys my orders, it doesn't obey the will of the master!"

"Martial soul?"

The Lord of the Netherworld was stunned.

This is a completely unfamiliar term, a term it has never heard of since it grew up.

Han Tao asked again, "The Lord of the Netherworld?"

"As the Lord of the Netherworld, don't you have a stronger will? Maybe you also have the blood of the Emperor evolving."

Thinking, with some praise in his words, and the vision of witnessing the beauty.

"The core of blood, under the Bodhi blood, the strength of the Netherworld blood is only 120."

"Maybe I can find the answer in you!"

It stared at Han Tao, and the malice in its heart was brewing.

On his face, he pretended to be humble, shamelessly kneeling on the ground and begging for forgiveness.

"Wait, human!"

"Don't kill me, you can't kill me!"

"Your martial soul and I are the same kind of creatures. We can cooperate with each other. We have the premise of cooperation. We don't need to be enemies with each other!"

Han Tao just smiled casually.

"I don't care about your malice, because your malice is clear in the illusion."

"You don't have the strength to threaten me, because this world does not have the beautiful glow of the soul ring system."

"So now please."

The blue silver scepter danced gently.

On the body of the Lord of the Netherworld, the order of destruction and the power of origin that had been gathered with great difficulty were melting under the scepter.

"Give up the Netherworld space and the rank of the Lord of the Netherworld. My martial soul will inherit your path and move forward"


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