Chapter 227 Martial Spirit Evolution, Death Scythe (Third update, please subscribe!)
The direction of the spirit of resentment's escape is directly towards the hinterland of the frozen forest, followed by the current restricted area for humans, the Far North.
It is rumored that a titled Douluo above level ninety-six was caught in it and has not been heard from since.
Fang Ling was not ready to give up this most suitable soul ring easily.
With the expertise of a golden body, immunity to ice attributes, and the ability to fly, the severe cold and bottomless ice crevices in the far north are nothing to him.
When the level of the right arm soul bone reaches 100,000 years, the defense will be greatly increased.
It's just that things have priorities. Rather than entering it now to gamble on luck, it is more important to have the Killing City close at hand.
First go to the Killing City, where he needs the points to promote his martial soul.
Once the martial spirit is promoted, the death expertise will be integrated into the martial spirit and become the inherent expertise of the martial spirit.
He will definitely be able to control the power of death more easily, and he will not repeat the same mistake as today that caused him to cut off his tail and escape.
Extremely active power of death, power of death with ultimate attributes!
As long as every bit of power in the body of the spirit of resentment is quickly imbued, I don't believe you can still resist!
The master and apprentice slowly returned to Tiandou City.
On the way, Fang Ling began to take stock of the gains of the Frozen Forest group.
Undead: 769/200000→1417/200000
After slaughtering this group of wolf thieves with ice attributes, a total of 648 dead souls were obtained, including 641 low-level wolf thieves and seven high-level wolf thieves.
The number of undead souls he holds has slightly increased, and he has taken a solid step towards becoming a god, which is gratifying.
The undead have gained something, and the gain of points is even more gratifying.
Points: 4303→6790
In forty days, the points automatically increase to seven points, and you get 2,480 points by killing the wolf thief.
This group of wolf thieves is much more powerful than their poor relatives in the southwest.
What a wolf thief to be able to give out so many points.
It took the master and apprentice five days to rush back to Tiandou City and Dugu Mansion.
Dugu Bo went to practice, and he was about to break through level ninety-four.
Fang Ling, however, was not in a hurry to go to the Ice and Fire Eyes to add some points. He first gave the gifts he bought along the way to the three daughters of Dugu Yan.
For those two groups of wolf thieves, I went out for a total of forty days.
Every time he visited a city, in addition to asking for information about the wolf bandits, he would also buy local specialties.
There is little to eat, and even the effect of the Frost Snow Ring is not easy to store for too long.
Most of them are for fun, such as rouge, gouache, beautiful skirts, and clothes.
Although they are soul masters, they also love beauty.
Fang Ling also likes to see them dressed beautifully. How can he do it if his wife doesn't pamper them?
With a bit of surprise, I heard that Fang Ling was still calm and at ease despite being attacked by two groups of wolf thieves.
It was really hard for them to imagine, and there were looks of longing in their eyes.
"Aren't you tired? Aren't you not enough soul power?" Ye Lingling asked worriedly as the excitement faded.
"Of course not. As you know, my second soul ring comes from the spiked blood dragon, which gives me the ability to absorb pure life energy and soul power to replenish myself by hurting the enemy."
Fang Ling pulled her face lovingly, it was smooth and tender, still lovable.
"How was the harvest from this trip?" Dugu Yan asked softly.
"Very good. I can ensure that I have unparalleled fighting power. If I use all my methods, ordinary Contras can't defeat me, and Titled Douluo can't defeat me either." Fang Ling brushed the hair from her temples to her ears and rubbed it in the same way. He rubbed his face.
"I don't even have soul skills. It's impossible for a Titled Douluo to defeat me. The siege is useless. I will definitely pass through the Killing City smoothly this time."
"You must pass, we will wait for you." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was cold, but there was a sense of determination.
Fang Ling pinched her ears and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the three lovely wives are here. I love you very much. How can I be willing to leave you behind?"
Then his eyes swept over the three of them, lingering on the alluring waist and plumpness, and asked coquettishly, "How about we sleep together today?"
"Go to hell!" Zhu Zhuqing spat softly, her cheeks flushed.
Dugu Yan's eyes suddenly became charming and a little more dangerous: "You are really beautiful~"
"You, you, you..." Ye Lingling stuttered a little, then snorted coldly and hit Fang Ling on the head with a "slap". "Haha." Fang Ling laughed.
The goal of sleeping with a big quilt has not been achieved, and there is still only one beautiful woman to accompany me every night.
After messing around for a few days, he was relieved from the fatigue of traveling for days and relieved the hearts of the three women. He went to the Ice and Fire Eyes again.
Time is tight, there are only two months, there is no time to wait for him to slowly add more points, this is the best place to add more points.
"Ah Yin." Fang Ling said hello to Ah Yin, who was dancing and suddenly froze due to his arrival, then put down the soul guide and jumped directly into the water.
There are still many places to add.
The first is Wuhun!
There are more than six thousand points in total, and he is going to upgrade the essence of the martial spirit first.
It doesn't matter if the weight increases. With a new soul bone, the age of the soul ring can also be increased higher, which is enough for his physical strength to increase again.
In the past, he could reach around 50,000 years, but since his expertise could not be upgraded, he had no points.
This time it should be more than 60,000 years old. After strengthening the right arm bone, it should be 70,000 years old.
There are no missing numbers now, you can click on them all.
The first is naturally the upgrading of the martial soul. If you want to turn the question mark specialty of death into the inherent transformation of the martial soul, this is not enough.
Eighteen thousand points are still needed.
That's right, nothing has changed.
The points required to become the Soul Emperor have not been reduced as expected. The death level? ? ? This special expertise does not have any extra words, it is still an ellipsis.
Fang Ling estimated that the fifth soul ring might have increased the fusion level too much, but his own cultivation level was still not enough. If he deepened it any further, his life might be in danger.
A little bit of the god-level death energy would be enough to kill him without a place to bury him.
It doesn't matter if the expertise cannot be promoted. First, let its essence be improved, from a low-level martial spirit to a high-level one, so that it can be added to the expertise in the killing city.
Thirty-six hundred points of water poured into it.
Fang Ling's martial spirit glowed brightly.
Light erupted from the milky white and vermilion spring water. This was the gray light of death, which frightened Ah Yin so much that he wanted to pull out his roots and hide away.
Centered on the long-handled war sickle in Fang Ling's hand, a whirlpool appeared again in the spring.
Evolving from an intermediate martial spirit to a high-level martial spirit requires 3,600 points, which is enough to upgrade three soul bones to a hundred thousand years.
Based on the points, Fang Ling guessed that a huge amount of heaven and earth energy would be needed, and he was right.
The essence of a martial soul that can carry the ultimate death bonus is not so easy to obtain.
Three days later, the head poked out from the eyes of Ice and Fire.
Wuhun has changed drastically.
Caressing the brand new martial spirit, Fang Ling focused his eyes on the panel.
Wuhun: Death Scythe (Lv7, 0%) (+)
(The second evolved scythe spirit is a battle scythe immersed in the power of death. It is two meters long. It is silver-black in color. There are gray mysterious lines immersed in the whole body. The blade is dark gray. The outer blade of the main blade is 50 meters long. Five centimeters, the inner blade is fifty-three centimeters long meters, five centimeters wide, with a counterweighted sub-blade on the back. The sub-blade is fifteen centimeters long, in the shape of an equilateral triangle, with both waists slightly arcing inward, shaped like a crescent. The handle is two meters long, three centimeters in diameter, and weighs two thousand three cents. One hundred and fifty pounds)
The changes in Wuhun were beyond his imagination.
The weight has more than doubled, nearly doubled, but even though it weighs 2,350 kilograms, it only weighs more than a thousand kilograms in the hand, only half of it.
Fang Ling was stunned for a moment. Thinking of the Clear Sky Hammer and the Poseidon Trident, Fang Ling suddenly understood.
Advanced martial arts will make the owner feel part of the weight.
I already have half of it. If I wait until Level 9, the multiplier will probably increase.
Weight will no longer be an issue.
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