Douluo: My Path to Becoming a God

Chapter 314 Sending out Immortal Grass, Adding Martial Soul Points (Second update, 3000, please subscribe!)
"But..." Qian Renxue was so proud that she couldn't accept it, so she changed the subject and talked about something else.

"You are the enemy of the Spirit Hall, and Tang San, the successor of the Clear Sky Sect, has also been recognized by the gods. For Nana's sake, I need your help."

Fang Ling looked at her twice, pondered for a moment, and said: "You don't need me. Pope Bibi Dong has the inheritance of God..."

"Bibi Dong has a divine inheritance?" Qian Renxue was shocked. She had never heard of such a thing.

Doesn’t this mean that Bibi Dong can also become a god?

Fang Ling nodded and said, "That's right. If nothing unexpected happens, Senior Qian Daoliu, the strongest person in your angel clan, should know."

"He is my grandfather, and I am the daughter of the previous Pope." Qian Renxue said proudly.

Fang Ling nodded to show that he understood, and continued to talk about what had just been interrupted:

"The angel clan is the bloodline left by the gods. There is a god ancestor. I sense that he is in Wuhun City. You also have a chance to pass the angel god test."

Qian Renxue frowned: "Can I do it? The probability is too small. So many ancestors couldn't get recognition, I don't think it's possible for me either."

"If you hadn't come here as an undercover agent and wasted your talent, it should have worked." Fang Ling handed her a magical herb as she stared at him with a mixture of loss and regret. "Here, this is for you."

Qian Renxue looked at the herbs in front of her with confusion.

This is a red, trembling, soft and crispy herb. It looks very simple, consisting only of red leaves.

The top of the grass leaf is shaped like a cockscomb, and the veins are red-gold. As soon as this grass appeared, the temperature in the entire room suddenly rose sharply.

Using mental power to sense its breath, my mental power seemed to be burned.

Qian Renxue: "What is this?"

Fang Ling introduced: "The fairy grass, cockscomb phoenix sunflower, can greatly replenish pure yang and purify flames."

"I checked the information. Angels possess sacred fire and can draw on the power of the sun."

"This magical herb can upgrade your flame to the ultimate flame, replenishing your wasted talent until you are stronger than before, making it easier for you to gain God's recognition and pass the Angel God Test."

Qian Renxue's eyes showed shock: "The magical grass you ate?"

Fang Ling's lips curled slightly: "This is the same kind. The real effect is just exaggerated by me. It's not that strong."

"Only the right person can eat it to achieve great growth. You should know that Ju Douluo has been searching for a lifetime but hasn't found even one."

"Why are you giving it to me?" Qian Renxue took it.

She had never heard of the term "Ultimate Fire", but the meaning was self-evident. This was an extremely precious herb.

I had thought that I would not accept the reward without merit, but when I heard that it could greatly increase my chances of passing the divine test, I was reluctant to hand it back and held it in my hands with extreme caution.

Fang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly: "After knowing your identity, I guessed something. It was probably because you helped me withstand the pressure from the Spirit Hall and prevented someone from strangling my growth in advance. This is a gift in return."

"Return the gift..." Qian Renxue muttered, comparing the handsome young man in front of her with the former genius Fang Ling in her mind, and suddenly realized a question, "When did you know my identity?"

Fang Ling's heart tightened slightly, but his expression remained unchanged: "Didn't I tell you? I only saw this after I came back from the Far North."

"Hmph, you like beautiful women, but you hug Xue Qinghe, a man?" Qian Renxue snorted coldly, with a dangerous light flashing in her eyes.

"At that time, my intuition told me that there was something strange about you, so I was trying to test you." Fang Ling casually found a suitable reason.

Qian Renxue's intuition told her that this was not the case, but Fang Ling did not give her time to think: "I wish you can become a god."

After saying goodbye, he disappeared in an instant.

After leaving the palace, Fang Ling headed straight for the far north.

He couldn't wait to add points to his martial soul and soul power.

As long as you quickly practice your skills and expertise to Lv9 and upgrade your warrior domain, you can go to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain spirit rings and then kill Tang Chen, the possible variable!
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The world seemed frozen in the cold, desolate and magnificent.

The vast snowfield stretched to the end of the sight, blending vaguely with the gray sky on the horizon. The ground was covered with gullies and bottomless cracks.

The cold icy gale picked up tiny ice particles, which flew in the air like tiny silver needles and blades.

The weather in the Far North was as bad as ever. Fang Ling used his divine power to withstand it all and flew at a very fast speed, breaking through the strong wind and flying straight into the core circle of the Far North.

Snow Emperor Palace, the residence of Snow Emperor, the ruler of the Far North, he fell from the sky.

To save trouble, his previous battles with Xue Di took place on the ice field nearby.

"Are you back? When do you want to start practicing?" Xue Di's sky-blue eyes stared at Fang Ling, who treated this place like his home.

She was a born and raised snow girl, coming into the world alone and having never enjoyed the warmth brought by her parents.

The battle with Fang Ling warmed her cold heart a lot.

"I'm back. I'll continue training after I've improved myself this time." Fang Ling smiled and greeted her, then sat down on his ice bed and started adding points. The first thing was to add points to soul power!
It takes 12,000 points to add to the martial soul, and based on past experience, it will take more time.

Soul Power: 84 (4%) → 90 (100%)

After consuming 1,536 points, Fang Ling's level was directly increased to level 90 like a rocket under the astonished gaze of Xue Di.

"Ah? Can you practice like this?"

Xue Di rubbed her eyes. She couldn't understand Fang Ling's method of practice.

Is this what God is capable of?
Such a rapid increase in soul power brought some burden to the body. Fang Ling used the fire of death to temper it for a long time, and his body quickly adapted.

The elemental force of heaven and earth was sucked into the divine body's storm, forming a soul power vortex at an even faster speed.

The most concentrated ice-attributed elemental energy in the Far North enveloped the Snow Emperor Palace.

The overly concentrated power instantly transformed into liquid and continued to condense, almost turning into a pure crystal of ice energy.

The entire Snow Emperor Palace was filled. The temperature inside was already extremely low, and now it was even lower, constantly approaching absolute zero.

Xue Di watched this scene silently, and immediately practiced with the help of this environment.

Three days finally passed and the vortex of solid ice crystals slowly dissipated.

Without the corresponding nourishing environment, the ice-blue energy crystals gradually dissipated, and Fang Ling opened his eyes.

The abundant soul power of level ninety flowed through his body, and this surging power made him feel happy.

Xue Di thought this was the end. After all, Fang Ling’s soul power had already increased to the peak of Titled Douluo at a speed she could hardly imagine.

Before obtaining the spirit ring, one cannot continue to practice.

And she knew what soul beast Fang Ling should choose for his ninth soul ring, and there was nothing he wanted in the Far North.

But to Xue Di's surprise, there was no way to improve her soul power, and Fang Ling still had a martial soul.

Without even raising his eyelids, he began to add points to his martial spirit without saying a word.

Twelve thousand points poured down on the plus sign after the martial soul like a landslide or tsunami.

The martial spirit column on the panel flashed rapidly, and the percentage behind it grew at an encouraging speed.

The description of the martial spirit became blurred, and a force in the body became hot.

Fang Ling raised his hand and summoned his martial soul out of his body. The gray-gold light of annihilation on the sickle of death burst out with a noble and majestic divine glory.

The Yuan Force of heaven and earth that had just dissipated quickly gathered under the influence of an invisible force, and the solid crystals that formed again filled the Snow Emperor Palace tightly.

Endless power flowed into Fang Ling's body, and the evolution of his martial soul caused fluctuations in high-level death energy.

Death expertise is the inherent expertise of the martial soul. Its improvement requires the high-level death energy to generate stronger power and merge with the martial soul.

Now that the fusion is getting deeper, there will no longer be a situation like before where upgrading the martial soul would cause a high-level death energy riot and require more points to be consumed.

Fang Ling's body emitted a gray halo, and the extreme death fog annihilated the ice crystals into death crystals.

His will was clear, and the power of death was firmly locked within a one-meter range around his body.

Ten days later, the martial soul improvement was completed.

The magic patterns on the martial soul became more complicated, the aura of death became thicker, and the sharp sickle blade seemed to be able to blind people's eyes along the gaze.

In the mist as the ice crystals dissipated, Fang Ling concentrated and watched quietly. The description on the panel was inspiring.

Martial Soul: Scythe of Death (Lv8, 0%) (+)

(The second-evolved sickle martial spirit, a battle sickle immersed in the power of death, is two meters long, dark gray in color, and has gray-gold mysterious patterns all over it... It weighs six thousand eight hundred and ninety-six kilograms.)
The weight has nearly tripled, but it still doesn't feel heavy in the hand. The weight loss factor has increased accordingly. When holding it in the hand, what you can feel is only more than 1,300 pounds, which is only one-fifth of the original weight.

The evolution of martial soul affects the evolution of expertise.

Sharpness Lv8→Lv9 (A martial soul's inherent expertise, upgraded as the martial soul upgrades. Your martial soul's sharpness is greatly improved. It is a top-level martial soul, one of the sharpest things in the world. Its shield-breaking ability is greatly improved, and it can be said that it can cut through anything.)
Toughness Lv8→Lv9 (The inherent expertise of the martial soul, the hardness and toughness are greatly improved. Your martial soul is the toughest thing in the world, indestructible, and can bear more death skills "Final Slash".)
Death Lv7→Lv8 (Martial Soul's inherent expertise, the power of death derived from high-level death energy, extreme attributes, can be described as "extreme", the absolute opposite of life force, with extremely strong erosion, corrosion and adhesion.)
The description of the death specialty has not changed much, but it can be seen with the naked eye that the power of death on the Death Scythe has become stronger.

An event that made Fang Ling quite happy happened.

As the power of death further integrated into the martial soul, the Scythe of Death, while transforming into a divine weapon, also began to integrate other specialties like the divine body, divine power, and divine soul!

The color of Lv9 darkens, and the other realm of the dead becomes brighter than before.

The deep black bead embedded in the top of the martial soul, between the main blade and the sub-blade, also began to emit a layer of gray-gold color.

More and more death power is integrated into it, gradually transforming its essence.

Fang Ling guessed that this specialty might be able to independently form a divine specialty and evolve directly from the Kingdom of the Dead to the Kingdom of Death?

(End of this chapter)