Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

Upon hearing this, Da Ming had already figured out Ye Qiu's general plan.

He also vaguely understood why that titled Douluo hadn't made a move against Xiao Wu yet.

Unsurprisingly, the Ming Dynasty agreed to take action.

Bang!

A sudden loud noise came from the lakeside, and the ground covered with thick, fresh grass sank down.

Ye Qiu raised his head and looked at Er Ming's still somewhat dazed eyes.

"Erming, I need you to help me put some things away!"

"Roar?"

"Xiao Qiu, what are you doing with all these iron pillars? And so many iron balls?" Xiao Wu was also startled.

"Human, Ye Qiu, what are these?" Da Ming was also a little puzzled. He had only activated his Martial Soul just now, and these things suddenly appeared.

"This is called the Italian Cannon!" Ye Qiu said with a smile, patting the hollow iron pillar next to him.

"Oh, right, I also brought a gift for Erming!"

"Roar?"

Under the curious gazes of Erming and the others, Ye Qiu activated the flight soul skill of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone and soared high into the air.

He then activated his divine power, creating a vortex that caused a loud explosion on the ground, and the surrounding ground trembled.

Excitement suddenly appeared in Erming's eyes...

Chapter 173 Soul Transfer

The night is endless.

Star Forest, mixed zone.

This area mainly features thousand-year-old soul beasts and a few ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts.

Outside a cave shrouded in the shade of trees.

Blood could be vaguely seen flowing from the cave entrance, and shrill screams could be heard from time to time.

A streak of blood-red light flew from afar.

"Your Majesty, the Evil Blood Lord!"

At the entrance of the cave, two soldiers dressed in the armor of the Heavenly Dou Empire and holding spears stood guard on either side.

The blood-stained ground fell, ignoring their bows and greetings.

Instead, they walked straight into the cave.

This person was an old man with long, blood-red hair and a long beard, dressed in a dark black cloth that reeked of blood.

The gradient from white and blood-red at his collar to black at his shoulders.

It can be seen.

This black cloth... is merely the color of blood accumulated over time.

His face and exposed hands looked extremely thin.

It gives people the feeling of being depleted of energy and blood.

I strode inside, seemingly oblivious to the screams around me.

A blood-red hue was reflected in his pitch-black eyes.

"Your Majesty, Bloodthirsty One, please!"

As soon as he entered, a soldier handed him a cup of thick blood.

Snapped!

The old man, known as His Majesty the Evil Blood, picked up the cup of blood and drank it down in one gulp.

He casually tossed the cup in his hand aside.

A touch of color returned to her pale face as she licked the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth and raised her blood-red eyebrows slightly.

Somewhat disgusted.

"The blood of soul beasts just won't work..."

His voice was hoarse and shrill, quite eerie.

His gaze then fell upon the large pit filled with blood in the middle of the open space inside the cave.

In the corner lay a family of ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, their blood long since drained and flowing into the large pit.

"Soul Wind...is it not ready yet?"

"Not even close..."

The person who replied to him was a young man wearing a black academic gown.

She has a neat and simple short black haircut.

She had an ordinary appearance, but she was clean and pleasing to the eye.

He wore round-framed glasses, and his yellow eyes gleamed with wisdom and seriousness.

At this moment, Hunfeng was standing next to the blood-red crater.

A group of black skulls with a pair of blood-red fleshy wings and a pair of blood-red horns floated overhead.

Four spirit rings, yellow and purple, were floating beneath his feet.

The fourth spirit ring was constantly lit up, its eyes fixed on its feet.

It was as if some kind of ritual was being performed.

Two figures were submerged in a large pit filled with blood.

One of them was dressed in a blue outfit with a dragon-shaped creature tattooed on his collar.

At this moment, he was bleeding from all seven orifices, constantly wailing, and his flesh was slowly withering away.

Floating behind him is the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, known as the number one beast spirit in the entire continent!

Soul Wind's demonic martial soul was relentlessly devouring the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, then transporting the fragments it ate to another person in the blood pit.

Another figure in the blood pit, naked.

With dazzling reddish-brown long hair, her face, which looked quite noble, was actually ferocious and terrifying, pale and bloodless.

At this moment, he was clenching his teeth, and blood was spilling from his mouth.

His body felt as if it were being torn apart, constantly cracking open, only to be repaired by the blood in the pit.

"Luckily, we had already made this kid start absorbing the life force of others to strengthen his body, otherwise it's uncertain whether he could have withstood it!"

The piercing sound of evil blood rang out again.

Somewhat bored, he sat down to the side, on top of another Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan member who was lying on the ground.

"Hehe... There's nothing I can do. Xue Beng chose to have twin martial souls! As his teacher... I have no choice but to comply!"

Hunfeng forced a smile and looked at the avalanche in the pit.

There was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He knew very well that during the soul transfer process...

The physical pain is secondary; the most painful thing is the soul tearing caused by forcibly stuffing someone else's martial spirit into your body!

"Ugh... Ah!!"

As the avalanche's high-pitched screams rang out, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciple beside him also fell lifeless.

His body became emaciated and floated on the blood.

Avalanche's body, convulsing with pain, trembled as he looked at Hunfeng on the shore.

Looking at his perfectly intact body, he had a look of disbelief on his face.

"Teacher, I... I did it?!"

"Ok!"

Hunfeng nodded and slowly put away his martial spirit.

The fourth spirit ring beneath his feet quickly dimmed, leaving only a few specks of light.

"Hahaha... I did it! I can finally become strong! Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Xue Beng grabbed his hair tightly and laughed hysterically.

He used the excuse of hunting souls to escape, but his real purpose was to hunt down the disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Add a martial spirit to yourself!

This completely shattered the stereotype that the Heavenly Dou royal family was weak and helpless.

"Mr. Soul..."