Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 41

The setting sun is like blood.

Due to the aftermath of the battle between the two thousand-year-old spirit beasts, Grandmaster and Yang Ming and Tang San were separated.

Roughly speaking, the three of them were in a triangular position, but because Yang Ming and Tang San were easily pushed over, the two were blown away by the hurricane, and they were close to each other.

Walking a distance in the direction where Yang Ming and Tang San were blown away, Grandmaster paused and his ears trembled slightly.

"Ouch-"

A shrill wolf howl just sounded, and then it seemed as if someone had stabbed his throat, and the sound stopped abruptly.

"Here!"

The master and the soul beast dashed all the way, thinking to themselves:

"Don't let anything happen to you!"

The mist was shrouded in the forest, causing the vision to begin to deteriorate. The master only saw a small figure, and several wolf-shaped black shadows around him, which were constantly besieging.

"Hold on!"

The master didn't see who the figure was, he was secretly anxious, and the speed of his feet was a little faster.

However, when he stepped over the trees, the scene in front of him left the master dumbfounded.

Yang Ming carried the bloody Tang San on his back. Due to his exhaustion of spirit power, he couldn't summon the mysterious sword, so he took off the spear on his back.

In Yang Ming's hands, the long spear danced like a white dragon, accompanied by a flashing blue electric current, there was always a ghost wolf with a shrill howl, and fell not far away, with a thumb-sized hole in its throat and abdomen. Holes, blood all over the place.

When the master arrived at the scene, Yang Ming's spear stood and rested on the edge of the spear, with the dead wolf corpse under his feet.

The setting sun projected mottled blood-colored light spots through the gaps between the branches and leaves, falling on Yang Ming's blood-stained clothes, and on the wolf corpses all over the ground, casting a thin layer of blood.

Obviously Yang Ming is short and short, but at this moment, the master has the illusion of being mighty and tall.

"Little San, what happened to him?"

When Grandmaster saw Tang San was covered in injuries, and there was still a lot of toxins accumulated in his body, he quickly took out the medicine for emergency treatment, barely preventing Tang San's injury from worsening.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Yang Ming's mouth. To be honest, he didn't know what the identity of the two tattooed men who suddenly appeared.

So, Yang Ming followed the master out of the Soul Hunting Forest, and told the story on the way.

Because the Qinglian Earth Heart Fire used by Yang Ming was too domineering, the items carried by the two tattooed men were all burned to slag, and there were no items that could be identified at all, so even if the master had extensive knowledge, it was difficult to tell from the simple intelligence. Analyze something.

Just from the engraved tattoos on both arms, it is impossible to tell which force the two are from.

During the conversation, Yang Ming and the others finally walked out of the Soul Hunting Forest.

I could still see the afterglow of the evening just now, but now the sky has dimmed, and the bazaar built on the periphery can be seen faintly rising from the smoke.

This is not the first time for the master to come to the Soul Hunting Forest. He is very familiar with the environment of the market. He came to the front of a hotel with familiarity. There is a signboard of "Lost Lamb" hanging on the front of the door, which is quite distinctive.

"Yang Ming, let's rest here for one night. I'll find a soul master who can heal later, and give Xiao San a preliminary treatment. We will go back tomorrow so that Xiao San can get better treatment."

Yang Ming would naturally not object to the master's suggestion.

His soul power has long been exhausted, and his spirit and body are exhausted, and he has long been tired. Of course, it is a good thing to be able to take a rest.

Seeing that Yang Ming had no objection, Grandmaster opened two rooms, one big and one small. The big one was a double room for Grandmaster and Tang San. He needed to take good care of Tang San. The small one was a single room, and Yang Ming stayed in it.

After the Grandmaster settled the crowd, he hurriedly left the hotel and went out to find a healing spirit master. It is easy to find this type of spirit master in the market. After all, many people go hunting in the Soul Hunting Forest. All are in great demand.

Yang Ming ordered a big meal, half a roast lamb, a wild vegetable mushroom soup, and went back to his room to enjoy it.

I have to say that the chefs of this hotel are very skilled. The roast lamb is roasted to the outside and tender to the inside. The outer skin shows a charming golden color. When it is cut with a knife, the amber-like grease slides down the edge of the knife and falls on the cold silver plate. , with an alluring oily scent.

Eat it in one bite, bite away the crispy skin, mutton with chili powder and cumin powder, there is no fishy smell, the meat is smooth and juicy, and the mouth is full of oil after chewing for a while.

Eating too much mutton will make you feel tired, but at this time, drink a mouthful of wild vegetable mushroom soup, the fresh taste from nature, and immediately wash away the greasy residue on the tip of your tongue.

very delicious!

The food on the table was swept away like the wind and clouds, Yang Ming was full of food and drink, and he felt sleepy. He simply cleaned up and fell down on the soft bed.

After a while, a snoring sound came.

Silent all night.

The next day, the sky just appeared fish belly white, and Yang Ming opened his sullen eyes leisurely.

"I didn't expect that I slept for more than ten hours as soon as I fell asleep."

Stretching a comfortable waist, Yang Ming walked into the bathroom to wash, and changed into a refreshing white coat. Seeing that it was still early, Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and realized the changes in his body after obtaining the spirit ring.

Generally speaking, when a spirit warrior is promoted to a spirit master and obtains the first spirit ring, his body will be impacted by the power of the spirit ring.

However, Yang Ming's situation is a bit special. His spirit ring is the product of the fusion of Ragnaros, the king of flame demons.

When Yang Ming's breathing began to slow down and he began to absorb the soul power that was strayed from the world, with Yang Ming as the center, the soul power in a radius of ten miles was like a bird returning to its nest, and joyfully poured into Yang Ming's body. 's soul power soared upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, what made Yang Ming's face a little ugly was that he found a problem.

Such a huge amount of soul power was already enough for others to advance to the fifth or sixth level in the spirit master stage, but he couldn't, so he was promoted to one level.

In other words, Yang Ming needs more soul power than others, and the level of difficulty has increased!

Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, his whole body was like a bottomless black hole, constantly swallowing up the soul power that was wandering around.

"This is……"

Grandmaster had been busy all night last night, and just woke up, he was keenly aware of the abnormal fluctuation of soul power in the air. A strange color flashed in his eyes. Following the abnormal fluctuation of soul power, he found Yang Ming's room next door.

Yang Ming's room was not locked, and when the master opened the door, he saw a scene that surprised him.

The early morning light slanted down from the window, Yang Ming closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, behind him, a behemoth whose body was made of flames faintly appeared.

Ragnaros the Fire Lord!

When the Flame Demon King noticed that the master was coming, he opened his eyes slightly and glared at the master, as if he had suffered some terrible thing.

When the master touched his back, he was already sweating.

(Accumulated 2000 book coins plus more, thanks again for Ye's reward)

(Thanks for half a reward of 300 book coins, thanks to Feng for a reward of 100 book coins)

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(End of this chapter)