Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

"It's a pity that Tang Hao is already completely dead, otherwise we might be able to see his memories!" Evil Blood Douluo paced around Tang Hao, placed his withered hand on Hun Feng's shoulder, and revealed an ugly smile.

Hun Feng's face paled, and he forced a smile: "Your Majesty, I'm really nearing my limit..."

He can't bear that kind of pain anytime soon.

Although his martial soul, the Soul Devouring Beast, has a first soul skill that allows him to devour other people's souls in order to obtain information.

But the human brain has limited capacity; it can no longer hold many memories.

If this continues, before the Soul-Devouring Beast turns on him and devours his soul, he will go insane or even die!

"Haha..." Evil Blood Douluo let out a piercing laugh and waved his hand dismissively.

After laughing a few times, his face immediately darkened: "Soul Wind... do you think if Tang Hao dies at the hands of the Spirit Hall, will the Clear Sky Sect come out of seclusion and fight them?"

The Evil Blood Douluo sat down on Tang Hao's corpse, his chin resting on his hands and his knees.

"Hmm? Your Majesty...isn't Tang Hao already dead?" Xue Beng's expression changed.

He looked at Tang Hao, who was sitting there, with surprise.

It is absolutely certain that he is dead beyond any doubt, so how can there be any talk of him dying again?

The Evil Blood Douluo ignored Xue Beng's doubts, gave him a cold look, and then quietly pondered.

Avalanche opened its mouth, but then realized it had asked too many questions, so it stopped talking.

Otherwise, this capricious guy might teach me a lesson I'll never forget.

Hunfeng poked his nose with his middle finger. He knew more about Evil Blood Douluo than Xue Beng.

"Does Your Majesty intend to use your ninth soul skill to turn him into a puppet?"

“That’s right!” Evil Blood Douluo stretched out his slender fingers and poked holes in Tang Hao’s body.

The hoarse voice turned somewhat solemn: "The Spirit Hall's strength is far greater than it appears on the surface!"

"Although it will only make a mindless piece of junk after being refined, if it can incite conflict, then it can be considered a way to make use of waste!"

"Indeed, we can make use of it!"

Hunfeng nodded; he understood as well.

What they are about to do will inevitably lead to bloodshed on this continent, and may even cause it to follow in the footsteps of that other continent, where blood will stain thousands of miles.

"It's a pity that Your Majesty's idea was good, but Tang Hao has been hiding for so many years without any news. It seems too strange that he would suddenly die at the hands of the Spirit Hall..."

Hunfeng recalled the information about the Clear Sky Sect and frowned again: "Moreover... Tang Hao has already been expelled from the Clear Sky Sect. Even if he really died at the hands of the Spirit Hall, the Clear Sky Sect might not necessarily come out of seclusion to avenge him!"

"Hmm! What you said makes sense... This leader of the three upper sects is really a coward!" Xie Xue patted Tang Hao's pale, mutilated face helplessly.

Deep down, I look down on the reclusive Haotian Sect.

"Even so, I still have to refine it first. I'll need it sooner or later anyway, and it wouldn't be good if it rotted!"

"After all, there will always be opportunities!"

Evil Blood Douluo got up, stretched, and began to select from the guards standing on both sides.

"what?"

During the selection process, a somewhat familiar face made him gasp in surprise.

"Has someone already put on the human skin of that Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan disciple?"

"Yes, they've already put them on!" Hunfeng nodded in agreement.

He glanced at the figure who looked exactly like a disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and seeing that the leather suit fit him fairly well, he didn't pay much attention to him.

The Evil Blood Douluo continued selecting, asking, "How's the process of organizing his memories going? Have you discovered anything?"

“They are all insignificant people, but I did manage to find some.” Hunfeng took out his heavy notebook from his soul tool again and quickly flipped through it.

"This person's name is Yu Zhufeng, a level 66 Soul Emperor..."

"Get to the point!" Evil Blood Douluo frowned, somewhat impatient.

Hun Feng paused, flipped through the pages again, and continued, "This group of people came here to help Yu Luomian's daughter, the second-in-command of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, find a soul beast suitable for her eighth soul ring!"

"Oh? Yu Luomian's daughter?...Then I'll choose you!" The Evil Blood Douluo, who was still speaking, suddenly stood up and released his martial soul.

Behind them was a churning sea of ​​blood.

As soon as his martial spirit appeared, the entire cave was bathed in red light and filled with a strong stench of blood.

Beneath his feet were two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red soul rings, which pulsated.

The eighth ring suddenly flashed.

Eighth Soul Skill: Resurrection Through Blood!

The Evil Blood Douluo simply extended his hand and shook hands with one of the guards.

The guard seemed to have his throat choked, unable to make a sound, and blood began to seep from his seven orifices and pores.

It transformed into strands of blood-red silk, drifting towards the Evil Blood Douluo's hand.

Slowly, the guard's flesh and blood shriveled up, turning into a dried corpse, and he fell to the ground.

The other guards trembled, their faces pale, and they were sweating profusely.

Yet not a single person dared to utter a sound.

The avalanche was also swallowing hard, its clothes soaked through.

Just now...

The Evil Blood Douluo actually put him on the selection list too!

He clearly saw those blood-red eyes coldly sweep over him.

Soul Wind, on the other hand, was already used to it.

Having followed the evil bloodline for so many years, he had witnessed far more cruel scenes than this.

The eighth soul skill of the Evil Blood Douluo: Resurrection Through Blood!

It can even save those who are considered beyond saving.

If cast on yourself, it can heal 100% of your physical injuries; if cast on someone else, it can heal 80% of their injuries.

The only price to pay is a sufficient supply of fresh talent.

When the Evil Blood Douluo was once cut in half at the waist, he even massacred an entire village to heal his wounds.

Such a powerful soul skill naturally has certain limitations.

If used on the same person again within three days, including the user, the recovery effect will be halved!

Everyone fell silent.

The bloody clump in Evil Blood Douluo's hand floated towards Tang Hao.

Suddenly, a crimson light shone from his body.

As if wrapped in a blood cocoon, the severed right arm is beginning to take shape again and is slowly being repaired.

The areas that had been torn apart by the soul beast had become plump again.

Once Tang Hao's body was fully repaired, the Evil Blood Douluo waved his hand.

Tang Hao's body was lifted up by a gust of wind.

The dazzling 100,000-year soul ring beneath the feet of the Evil Blood Douluo burst forth with a brilliant light.

One of the ninth soul skills, Evil Puppet Blood Zombie!

The red spirit ring suddenly split in two, with one of them slowly leaving his body and floating above Tang Hao.

It slowly shrank and disappeared into Tang Hao's brow.

Tang Hao, who had been lifeless, suddenly changed.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a blood-red ring around his black pupils.

It looked somewhat eerie, and the person seemed completely numb.

"Sigh... his strength is really too weak... it seems I can only save it for a crucial moment! At least make his 'death' have some value..."

The Evil Blood Douluo waved his hand dismissively.

The sea of ​​blood behind him suddenly expanded, transforming into a giant beast that enveloped Tang Hao's corpse before disappearing into his ninth spirit ring.

His ninth soul skill, Evil Puppet Blood Zombie, only allows him to control one puppet.

Normally, it's not needed; the ninth spirit ring also has a space to nurture puppets.

Since it's an inanimate object, soaking it in there will prevent it from rotting.

It can preserve 80% of the puppet's strength.

However, because Tang Hao lost a right arm soul bone, his strength had already dropped below level 95.

Now that it has become a puppet, its strength is barely at level 92.

After putting away his martial spirit, Evil Blood Douluo turned to look at Soul Wind.

"You mentioned Yu Luomian's daughter... Could we do something about her?"