Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 160 A 400,000-Year Soul Ring, Level 86 Soul Douluo!

"God-given soul ring."

Sikong Zhen held the golden orb in his hand, feeling the vast divine power contained within it, as if he were holding an ocean of thunder.

Then, he sat cross-legged, placed the golden light bead in front of his chest, and began to absorb it by circulating his soul power.

"With your physical body and mental strength, the lifespan of the divinely bestowed soul ring is definitely at least 200,000 years, and 300,000 years is also very possible."

The phantom of Thor stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze profound. "Whether you can obtain a 400,000-year soul ring depends on your fate."

"boom--"

The golden orb shattered, transforming into countless golden threads that wrapped around Sikong Zhen's entire body before merging into it.

In an instant.

He felt a surge of immense power like thunder coursing through his meridians, and every inch of his flesh and blood was being tempered.

Sikong Zhen remained expressionless, and lightning patterns appeared on his skin.

The Five Thunder Drums Martial Soul automatically appeared, and four thunder drums surrounded him, their power helping him channel the raging energy.

Time passed slowly, and Sikong Zhen's breathing gradually stabilized.

Behind him, a brand new spirit ring was slowly taking shape—initially white, then quickly turning yellow, purple, black... and then, a touch of scarlet bloomed!
"So fast, he already has a 100,000-year soul ring!" Xiao Ming exclaimed in his spiritual sea.

however,
The changes have not stopped.

Two golden patterns soon appeared on the scarlet soul ring.

Moreover, there was no sign of it stopping; the oppressive force it emitted grew stronger and stronger, causing the air within a hundred meters to freeze!
As day and night alternated, a third golden pattern appeared on the divinely bestowed soul ring.

A few days later, Sikong Zhen's eighth spirit ring continued to evolve. On the blood-red spirit ring, the fourth golden pattern was faintly visible, as if it could be fully formed at any moment.

however,
The terrifying energy of the 400,000-year-old spirit ring had already pushed his body to its limits.

Sikong Zhen's skin began to crack, and blood seeped from his pores, only to be evaporated into a blood mist by the violent power of the thunder.

The whole person felt as if they were in purgatory.

"A 400,000-year spirit ring... it's not that easy after all..."

Sikong Zhen gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed, and his bones cracked under the immense pressure.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Ming cried out anxiously, "Master, if this continues, your body will collapse!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Sikong Zhen's eyes: "No destruction, no construction! Now that we've come this far, how can we give up halfway?"

If it reaches its limit in 370,000 or 380,000 years, then that's fine.

but,
His divinely bestowed soul ring age has reached over 390,000, extremely close to 400,000, just one step away.

Who would be willing to give up now?
"Give it to me, broken!"

Sikong Zhen suddenly let out a low shout, and the Five Thunder Drum Martial Soul within his body began to operate wildly.

The four thunder drums vibrated simultaneously, with red, blue, white, and black lightning intertwining to forcibly stabilize the rampaging energy within the body.

At the same time, all three spirit rings in his body were activated, and lightning patterns spread all over his body, forming a layer of lightning armor, which forcefully resisted the backlash from the spirit rings.

"Congeal!"

With a furious roar, Sikong Zhen unleashed his full soul power.

The fourth golden line has finally taken full shape!
"boom--!"

In an instant, the world changed color, dark clouds surged in the sky, and countless bolts of lightning descended from the heavens, as if welcoming the birth of this 400,000-year-old soul ring.

Sikong Zhen's aura surged wildly.

His soul power level skyrocketed from level 80, to 81, 82... and finally settled at level 86!

"Success!"

Xiao Ming shouted excitedly.

A hint of admiration appeared in the eyes of the phantom Thor: "A 400,000-year soul ring... Even the Angel God and the Sea God of Douluo Continent before becoming gods were far inferior to you!"

Sikong Zhen slowly opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly swirling with countless bolts of lightning.

He stood up, and the crimson soul ring with four golden patterns floated around him, radiating a suffocating pressure. "Eighth Soul Skill, Divine Thunder Lock!"

Sikong Zhen let out a low shout, and his 400,000-year soul ring suddenly lit up, with countless purple-gold lightning chains bursting out from the void.

In an instant, a powerful force sealed off the space within a radius of one kilometer.

These chains, forged from purple-gold lightning, not only contain terrifying lightning power but also possess an extremely strong binding effect.

Even a level 98 peak Douluo would find it difficult to break free once entangled.

the most important is.

The duration of the lightning chains' restraint has a minimum, at least three seconds!

Even if a peerless Douluo-level powerhouse like Qian Daoliu or Xue Di were entangled, they would be controlled for at least three seconds.

Three seconds is long enough for a strong person.
"A powerful control-type soul skill."

Thor instantly understood the effect of this soul skill, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Moreover, its range is extremely wide."

Immediately afterwards, Sikong Zhen's 400,000-year-old eighth spirit ring lit up again, and he shouted, "Eighth spirit skill, Five Thunder God-Slaying Arrow!"

In the palm of his hand.

Five colors of lightning—red, blue, white, black, and yellow—intertwined and coalesced into a dazzling lightning arrow.

The moment the Five Thunder Arrow left his hand, the void trembled, tearing through the sky, as if even heaven and earth were pierced by this arrow!
The phantom of Thor nodded slightly: "One controls, one attacks; they complement each other. Not bad."

"I must thank you again, Lord Thor."

Sikong Zhen withdrew his martial soul and soul ring, his extremely powerful aura subsided, and he smiled, showing great satisfaction with the two soul skills.

These two soul skills are a perfect match; first, they can control the enemy, and then unleash a powerful attack in an instant.

Below the level of a god, no one can escape!
Subsequently.

Sikong Zhen suddenly thought of something and asked, "Lord Thor, I wonder how many days it took me to absorb the divinely bestowed soul ring?"

"Ten days."

Ten days? Is that a long time?

Sikong Zhen raised an eyebrow; he had thought it would take at most three to five days.

Thor's phantom explained, "A divinely bestowed soul ring is different from a normal soul ring. It takes much longer. Absorbing a 400,000-year-old divinely bestowed soul ring in ten days is already very fast."

"Understood." Sikong Zhen nodded.

Ten days was acceptable to him; compared to his rapidly increasing strength, this amount of time was insignificant.

His soul power surged, granting him two soul skills worth 400,000 each.

Now, Sikong Zhen is confident that he can fight against a level 98 peak Douluo. It's hard to say about Bibi Dong, but he has at least a 70% chance of winning against Golden Crocodile Douluo!

Followed by.

The phantom of Thor continued, "Next is the third test."

Sikong Zhen straightened his expression and held his breath.

[Thor's Third Trial: Refining the Soul with Divine Thunder!]

[By receiving divine lightning at the altar of the Thunder God, one's soul is tempered, allowing one's spiritual power to undergo a transformation and create a spiritual realm.]

The majestic voice echoed in Sikong Zhen's mind, and the thunder drum mark on his forehead shone with a dazzling purple-gold light.

The phantom of Thor raised his hand and waved it, causing the entire altar to suddenly sink three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

An ancient circular platform is revealed below.

The platform's surface is engraved with lightning patterns, and eight towering lightning pillars rise from the edge of the platform, each pillar wrapped with lightning of a different color.

"This is."

Sikong Zhen felt the overwhelming pressure coming towards him; the energy fluctuations emanating from these lightning pillars even made him feel a pang of fear.

Moreover, these eight towering thunder pillars
Looks a little familiar?
(End of this chapter)