Douluo the Yellow Ape Douluo

Chapter 189 Absorbing 10 Year Soul Bone 【Subscription】

"Okay, today's treasure appraising meeting is over here, thank you all for coming, see you next time." Zhang Yang smiled, and left Tang San and Xiao Wu's room with Ning Rongrong.

After the door closed, Tang San reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

Xiao Wu next to him gently took Tang San's arm: "Brother..."

Tang San has the Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Emperor dual spirits, which are highly compatible with strength-type and plant-type spirit bones. For him, such a plant-type 10-year-old spirit bone can enhance his strength to the greatest extent.

However, this spirit bone belongs to Zhang Yang and Ning Rongrong, and has nothing to do with him.

Tang San regained his composure, patted Xiao Wu's little hand, and said: "I'm fine, Xiao Wu. It's not like I don't have a 10-year spirit bone, and it's even earlier than Zhang Yang's. From this point of view Think, I've had enough."

Xiao Wu nodded and smiled: "Yes, and don't you have an external spirit bone? The external spirit bone has unlimited room for growth. Given time, it will grow into an existence not inferior to a 10-year spirit bone."

"Yes." Tang San stretched out his hand to stroke Xiao Wu's beautiful hair, the smile on his face was very gentle.

Don't be envious of Zhang Yang, I have Xiao Wu, my father, my mother, and twin martial souls, isn't that enough?

"I'm so unrestrained and free. I don't recite scriptures and don't worship Buddha. I have a few glasses of wine and a few pieces of meat. I am happy with my own discretion."

In the middle of the night, when Zhang Yang found Tang San humming a little song, he had completely adjusted his mentality.

When they met, Zhang Yang just ended the ditty in his mouth and greeted Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu asked curiously: "Zhang Yang, the ditty you sang just now was quite nice, can you sing it again?"

Zhang Yang waved his hands, pretending to be disgusted: "Go, you're still instigating me. Who am I, what status am I, can I sing you a little song so casually? I want to hear myself go to a teahouse restaurant."

It is impossible to sing it again.

Do you think I'm a singer in a teahouse?

Who am I?

What is my identity?

How could it be possible that if you ask me to sing, I will sing?

Am I being embarrassed?

Putting aside Xiao Wu's curiosity, Zhang Yang looked at Tang San: "Xiao San, are you ready? Let's start when we are ready."

Tang San nodded: "Ready, let's go."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang reached out his hand and touched a black mask that was made temporarily from his chest and put it on his face, then he stretched his hand back and put the black hood on his head as well.

After finishing all this, Zhang Yang proudly walked forward.

But after taking two steps, Zhang Yang stopped again, turned his head to look at Tang San who was not moving: "Why are you standing there? Let's go."

Looking at Zhang Yang's whole body in black night clothes and the standard flower picker's attire, Tang San said helplessly: "Is it necessary to be so well prepared? We're not here to steal chickens and dogs this time. So what if we show up, as long as we kill everyone, Will no one discover our identities?"

Hearing what Tang San said, Zhang Yang blinked, and said with emotion: "Brother, based on what you just said, this hoodie is more suitable than me. Come on, put it on."

Saying that, Zhang Yang took off the hoodie on his body, and put it on Tang San without any explanation.

After secondary development, Tang San's body shape was no less than Zhang Yang's, and now he wouldn't find Zhang Yang's clothes unfit.

Putting the hood on Tang San, Zhang Yang looked him up and down, then nodded with satisfaction, "Walking in the dark night, serving the light. Everything is empty, everything is allowed. Perfect."

Tang San was a little puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, let's go." Zhang Yang shook his head, and disappeared into the darkness in three steps at a time.

"Why are you talking...Xiao Wu, go find Rongrong for company, I'll be back in a while." Putting the two words Zhang Yang said behind him, Tang San gave Xiao Wu a few words and chased after her .

The main hall of Wuhun is usually located in the center of a city, but the center of Gengxin City is the blacksmith association, so the main hall of Wuhun is located a few blocks away.

The architectural style of the Wuhun main hall in Gengxin City still follows the architectural style of the Wuhun hall. If you want to walk to the gate, you must first step up dozens of steps, creating a feeling of being unattainable.

Of course, Wuhundian is an association of soul masters after all, and for ordinary people, master soul masters are indeed unattainable.

Standing still on the roof of the house not far from the Wuhun Hall, Zhang Yang stretched out his knowledge and arrogance, and instantly had a panoramic view of the distribution of personnel in the entire Wuhun Main Hall.

There are 2 soul emperors, 8 soul kings, 23 soul sects, and four teams of ordinary people without rank to guard the main hall of the martial arts.

This is all the power of the soul masters in the main hall of Wuhun in Gengxin City.

But for Zhang Yang at this time, so what if there are more people?Below the soul sage, they are all ants.

The domineering arrogance erupted in an instant, and all the creatures in the main hall of Wuhun fell asleep, even the team of guards in charge of night watch outside the gate of the hall was no exception.

"Let's go." Zhang Yang said, stepped forward, and jumped directly from the top of the tenth floor, Tang San followed closely behind.

"Bang! Bang!" Two sounds, Zhang Yang and Tang San stepped on the ground with a shallow imprint, and landed safely.

The two of them each have a right leg spirit bone, even if they don't summon martial spirits, this fall damage is not too much different from itching for the two of them.

Jumping off the roof, the two of them were already in the big square in front of the gate of Wuhun Hall.

If it was normal time, in the middle of the night, two sneaky people dressed in sneaky clothes would appear on the main square of the Hall of Spirits, which would definitely attract inquiries and expulsion from the guards of the Hall of Spirits.

But the current situation is that the guards of the Wuhun Palace just fell into a coma, and have no time to talk to Zhang Yang and Tang San.

"It's such a powerful soul bone skill." Traveling through the various rooms of the Wuhun Hall, even the mighty Sweet, a soul master of the soul emperor level who is arrogant in front of Silong during the day, can only lie on the bed at this time. Being slaughtered on the bed is no different from a dead pig.

"Hurry up, I have to go to Tanggu to absorb the spirit bone." Zhang Yang said, and separated from Tang San.

Zhang Yang and Tang San acted separately, trying to seize all the wealth of the main Wuhun Hall of Gengxin City in the shortest possible time.

Then, it was time to erase this main hall of spirits from Douluo Continent.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yang and Tang San met in the hall of Wuhun Palace.

Zhang Yang handed over all the wealth he had collected in half an hour to Tang San, brought it back to the Blacksmiths Association, and then controlled his figure to appear in mid-air, tentatively heading towards the sky.

In just a few breaths, the dark night of Gengxin City was illuminated by meteorites, a huge meteorite dragged its hot tail flames, and instantly smashed on the building of the main hall of Wuhun.

The main hall of Wuhun, which used to be invincible in the past, was instantly destroyed by the meteorite and turned into fly ash. All the soul masters in the Wuhun hall who fell into a coma also fell into a permanent sleep.

In mid-air, looking at the tragic situation in the main hall of Wuhun, Zhang Yang nodded in satisfaction, and through the [Yatara Mirror] flickering one after another, he arrived at Tanggu soon.

Seeing Zhang Yang again after more than a month, Fusang shook his willow leaves and asked, "Zhang Yang, have you got the sixth soul bone yet?"

"I got it, now all that's left is to absorb it." Zhang Yang put away his martial soul, took out the 10-year-old soul bone that exploded with incomparable momentum from the storage soul guide, and showed it to Fusang.

"This breath is at least a 10-year-old plant-type soul bone. Zhang Yang, did you kill a 10-year-old plant-type soul beast?" Fusang shook the leaves and simply expressed his doubts.

"I can't explain to you what an ore supermarket is. You can simply understand that I dug out this soul bone from the ground." Zhang Yang shrugged and explained simply: "And even if I have killed 10 years Even with the means and strength of a soul beast, there is no way to prevent a 10-year soul beast from exploding itself."

Fusang understood.

Indeed, if a 10-year-old soul beast is determined to explode, there is really no way for a soul master below the god level to stop it.

"To be able to dig out a 10-year-old soul bone from the ground, your luck is beyond heaven." Fusang sighed.

Zhang Yang waved his hands a little ashamedly: "I just have a wife of the Emperor of Europe."

"However, the most suitable spirit bone for you should be strength-type and animal-type. Are you really planning to absorb this plant-type spirit bone as your sixth spirit bone?" Fusang asked doubtfully.

"About this point, I also hesitated, but it was only for a moment." Zhang Yang spread his hands: "Nothing will have a perfect ending. Although it is a plant-based spirit bone, it is a 10-year-old spirit bone after all. Ten-thousand-year level. So, I decided."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang sat cross-legged and attached the 10-year-old left leg bone to his left leg.

A green light suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)