Douluo: Peerless: Nine Generations of Godhood

He cheered and summoned his martial spirit.

The iron knife is gone, but the Wolf Lord is here.

"Xiao Ming, this is a knife technique I've researched myself, watch out!"

He had never had soul power before, but when he used it for the first time, he was able to do it as easily as using his own arm.

The blood-colored mist on the blade of the Wolf Lord's broadsword expanded rapidly, and then suddenly condensed on the blade.

Feeling the powerful strength brought by the soul power, Chen Dong's heart swelled for a moment.

This knife seemed to cut off all the resentment of the past twenty years.

"Break!"

Chapter 4: Changes in the Divine Realm

Chen Ming's pupils contracted.

This strike felt comparable to the century-old soul skill of a level ten soul master.

boom!

Next to the marks left by Chen Ming's iron knife, a huge gully appeared, half a meter deep.

Chen Dong collapsed to the ground at this moment, gasping for breath, sweat on his forehead, and he felt very weak.

"I just chopped once, and you're so tired?"

He had lingering fears.

After a long pause, he began to "teach" Chen Ming some basic swordsmanship.

"Old Chen, did you figure this out on your own?"

Chen Ming watched Chen Dong practicing every move and couldn't help but interrupt.

"Of course, this is all my own conclusion. How about it, isn't it amazing?"

As Chen Dong spoke, he waved the Wolf Lord's broadsword in his hand and began to show off his skills. He was no longer rigid, but flexible and relaxed.

Seeing this, Chen Ming did not refute.

It's really awesome.

Lao Chen has an amazing talent for knife skills.

Spirit world.

In the center of this divine realm, stands a towering palace, all blue, yet with a hint of golden light.

High up in the palace, a man in a luxurious blue robe and long aqua-blue hair frowned, his eyes were tired, and there was a hint of irritation in the depths of his gaze.

"Third brother, it's not repaired yet?"

Feeling the breath coming from behind, Tang San's expression relaxed.

But as the topic was brought up, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

"The God of Death is indeed the heir of sin. He was not at peace even after arriving in the divine realm and even detonated the throne of the God of Time."

He felt like gritting his teeth at this moment.

Xiao Wu, who was holding Tang San from behind, was also infected.

I don't know how long it has been since I felt this kind of emotion from my third brother.

"The throne of the God of Time was condensed by the God Realm itself and belongs to the foundation of the God Realm. I have been in the God Realm for so many years, even in charge of the center of the God Realm, but I still can't find the throne. But the God of Death was able to find it and even temporarily merged with it."

Tang San took a deep breath, his words filled with a hint of bitterness.

There is a God of Time in the divine world, but there is no corresponding god to inherit the throne, and no one knows where the throne is.

Even though it was only a first-level god, it was related to the foundation of the divine world. The God of Death detonated it, which brought the greatest chaos in the history of the divine world.

After a year and a half, Tang San had only just managed to sort out the chaotic forces within the God Realm.

"The Tang Clan is weak. With the arrival of the Ten Thousand Years' Journey of the Continent, its fortune has reached its peak, and the Son of Fortune has been born. I hope that what I do can continue the glory of the Tang Clan." Tang San whispered.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu comforted him, "Third Brother, you've done enough for the Tang Sect. Now that the Son of Fortune has joined the Tang Sect, the Tang Sect will surely regain its glory."

"Oh, it's difficult."

Tang San sighed deeply.

According to the plan, the glory of the Tang Sect can certainly be restored.

But what if I can’t do something when the plan requires me to do it?

The divine world was in chaos, and even if he managed to sort it out, he could no longer interfere with the lower world as he did before.

Not only is the divine realm itself unstable, the power of the central core cannot be easily extended to the lower planes as usual, and there is also the crazy surveillance of the God of Destruction.

The throne of the God of Time was detonated, and the God of Destruction had been like crazy for more than a year, madly monitoring Tang San. Even though Tang San was dissatisfied many times, the God of Destruction did not give him any face at all. The two even broke out twice and fought each other for real.

The reason is simple. In the eyes of the God of Destruction, it was Tang San's casual interference in the lower realm that caused the God of Death to still hold a grudge after becoming a god.

You insisted on suppressing a genius who was cultivating hard. That would have been fine, but you delayed him from gathering faith to become a first-level god, leaving him with only the embryonic form of a second-level god. But after entering the realm of gods, you found that your opponent was the God King, the law enforcer of the gods. Isn't this the end of the world?

Let's just go all out and make sure no one gets any better off.

It can be said that the actions of the God of Death made Destruction extremely alert, and he would never watch Tang San interfere in the lower world again.

"The God of Death."

Tang San was filled with hatred.

"In the ten thousand years since the beginning of time, the destiny has reached its peak. That sinful legacy must not have any more successors."

He looked outside the palace.

There, a little girl sneaked out of the Temple of Poseidon.

"Well, it makes sense, at least it makes sense. Add to that my orthodox sword spirit, and our chances of both of us joining the Mad Blade Sect have greatly increased."

Chen Dong nodded with satisfaction and let Chen Ming digest it on his own before setting off to visit the sect tomorrow.

night.

Chen Ming sat cross-legged on the bed and entered a meditative state.

Outside his body, there was a layer of shadow, covering his body and making him look a lot bigger.

That was not his body spirit, but his soul spirit.

In the meditation space, Chen Ming was sitting cross-legged, with the shadow of his soul above his head and the wheel of reincarnation suspended vertically behind him.

Strands of energy merged into the soul's phantom, then into the reincarnation disk and Chen Ming's body, and finally dispersed in the meditation space.

This is the "Reincarnation Heavenly Art" that Chen Ming created specifically for himself, which aims to maximize the benefits of his reincarnation.

In every life, one gains an extra soul martial soul. Although it cannot be supplemented with soul rings, it carries one's past achievements.

Different martial souls will have different soul power characteristics tempered when practicing soul power, but with a powerful force pulling in front, the speed will definitely not slow down.

"This Samsara Disk definitely contains the origin of the God of Time. It seems to have slowed down my cultivation speed."

Although the growth of soul power cannot be manifested without the fusion of the first soul ring, Chen Ming is clear about the soul power he cultivates every time he practices.

This is a dimensionality reduction attack brought about by the spiritual level perception of the soul martial soul.

In addition to soul power cultivation, soul martial spirits have many other wonderful uses.

After sensing that the speed of his soul power cultivation today had dropped exponentially, to less than one percent of his normal cultivation, Chen Ming stopped meditating.

"There's a subtle pull between my soul and my body."

As he practiced, Chen Ming could feel that his soul, martial spirit and body became more and more harmonious, as if they were a natural fit.

"I wonder if we can achieve soul fusion if we continue to work together."

Self-spirit fusion technique!

If it can be realized, it will definitely be Chen Ming's trump card in this life.

After regaining his composure, Chen Ming got down to business.

"Soul ring, condense!"

In the meditation space, above Chen Ming who was sitting cross-legged, light spots began to gather around the soul shadow, gradually condensing into a halo, like a soul ring.

No, this is the soul ring.

As it condenses, the halo changes from white to yellow, and the color gradually deepens.

"The quasi-soul ring is ready. Next, I still need to kill a real hundred-year-old soul beast to completely condense the first soul ring of my true martial soul."

If someone could see this scene and know what Chen Ming was thinking, they would definitely be confused.

The soul ring on the soul shadow is not the soul ring of his soul martial soul, but the template he constructed for his body martial soul!

Chapter 5 Condensing the Soul Ring?

From his first life, Chen Ming realized the foundation of a soul master - the soul ring.

Through spirit rings, spirit masters can directly master skills that other systems require long-term accumulation, diligent study and hard practice to master.

Even many conceptual-level soul skills can be directly controlled.

Soul rings are the foundation of a soul master.

As for the so-called self-created soul skills, Chen Ming did not object, but in his opinion, self-created soul skills should not be separated from one's own soul skills.

Your own soul skills are the foundation.

However, the self-created soul skills derived from one's own soul skills have truly unlimited potential.

You can even develop your own soul skills and even upgrade your soul rings.

This was something Chen Ming successfully achieved in his second life, and the foundation for all this was his soul martial spirit.

In every life after that, he perfected his secret technique of improving spirit rings. After experiencing two divinely bestowed spirit rings, he found the key and developed this method of filling spirit rings.

Use the soul to carry the real soul ring structure, and then absorb the power of the normal soul ring to fill it, so as to obtain the real soul ring.