Douluo's coffin Douluo

Waking up in the morning, the weather is slightly cool.

Near the ventilation of the wooden house, a gust of cold wind entered the room along the window lattice, and swept across the coffins, like a ghost whispering softly.

"cough."

Although it wasn't his first time here, Jiang Li was still a little unnatural. Every step he took, he came across at least three sets of coffins. In short, the coffins in the room were all over the floor.

Under the illumination of a ray of skylight in the room, the blackness to the end is particularly eye-catching, as if every coffin is suppressed by the black air of death.

"Hahaha, let me see if Mantou's injury is healed."

Jiang Po laughed, took a few small steps with ease, and carried out the adopted little hyena from a coffin.

I haven't seen it for a few days, and all the injuries on its body have healed up. Its fur is fluffy and yellow, and it is obviously a ten-year soul beast. It squints its eyes and looks around in Jiang Li's arms like a newborn kitten. See.

"Old Po, you haven't said yet, what is the name of my martial spirit?"

Jiang Li chuckled, the black light gathered in his hand, and the small coffin appeared in his hand, with a restrained breath, it looked very ordinary just by looking at it.

Jiang Lie frowned, falling into self-doubt.

"Isn't this just an ordinary coffin martial spirit?"

Jiang Po was taken aback, and put down the little hyena in his hand, his eyes were full of aloofness.

"How could it be that you underestimate your father and me too much? Since you want to know, I will tell you now that it is actually called a marriage coffin."

"Oh, ah ah, what?"

Just as Jiang Li nodded his head, his brain froze for a second, he froze for a second, and then jumped up in shock, looking at the Wuhun in his hand, his face turned pale as if he saw a ghost.

Is the marriage coffin poisonous?

"Ahem, cough, cough, I made a mistake. I didn't pronounce it correctly just now. It was called Soul Coffin."

Jiang Po sweated a little, corrected it quickly, and then smiled, like an old fox, with a strange arc on the corner of his mouth.

"Of course, you can also call it a marriage coffin. Hey hey, you know it means marrying a dead person and putting it in the coffin."

Jiang Li: "I'm broken"

"Okay, actually it's called the soul-crushing coffin. How about it? Isn't it very powerful and domineering?"

Jiang Po proudly laughed with his hands on his hips.

"That's good."

Jiang Li twisted his stiff limbs and forced a gratified smile.

But after thinking about it, I felt something was wrong.

"Then why didn't you tell me before that you would wait until I awakened my martial spirit?"

Jiang Li issued a soul torture.

"Before."

Jiang Po smiled bitterly, sat down on the coffin lid below, looked at Shang Jiang Lie's straight eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said helplessly.

"I didn't say it before, mainly because I was afraid, because I think that even if you awaken your martial soul, it is very likely that you will not be a coffin. Now it seems that I was wrong."

"Why do you say that"

Jiang Lie's eyes sparkled.

"Because I actually don't have a martial spirit."

Jiang Li shook his head and sighed, his face full of helplessness.

"Huh? What does that mean"

Jiang Li fell into a momentary state of bewilderment before continuing to ask, "Everyone has a martial soul, right? It's just that many people don't have soul power."

"That's true, but, hahaha, to be precise, the previous me had a martial soul, but the current me doesn't have it."

Jiang Po smiled, as if to let Jiang Lie see it with his own eyes. He condensed his soul power, and black soul power surged from all directions like a tide. Then, a strange scene appeared.

On his body, where the soul power was concentrated, two gray soul rings floated out, exuding a strange gray glow.

It's not white, yellow, purple, black, or red, but a very weird gray color, exuding a dead air.

"How is this going"

Jiang Li's eyes widened, a little confused.

Moreover, when Jiang Po gathered his soul power and summoned the soul ring just now, there was indeed no martial soul.

"Trust me now."

Jiang Po withdrew his soul power, and the two gray soul rings also disappeared, and smiled wryly.

"It's strange, isn't it? Even I myself don't understand this strange thing about me."

"As early as ten years ago, when I just became a great soul master, I was already like this. After that, I married your mother and gave birth to you, so I have been worried that you will not inherit my martial soul."

"You also know what happened afterwards. Your mother despised me as useless, so she left."

Jiang Po stretched out his hand, looked at the intricate meridian lines in his palm, as if he was watching the rotation of the wheel of fate, and smiled wryly in a low voice.

"So your mother left, a large part of the reason is that I am not good enough for her. She is very talented. Perhaps leaving me is her best destination."

"Fart, she will regret it one day."

Jiang Li didn't even think about it, and sat on the coffin lid behind him, raised his eyebrows, and said disdainfully.

"It's best if she doesn't come back, we just live together, peace of mind and happiness."

"what"

Jiang Po scratched his head and laughed, and finally shook his head.

"Let's not talk about that, as for the soul-suppressing coffin, its function is stronger than you imagined, and it is also an extremely powerful heavenly secret martial soul."

"Tianji Martial Spirit" Jiang Li's pupils shrank.

"That's right, it's called the Soul-Suppressing Coffin, and it's also called the Tianji Coffin. Don't ask me how I know it. It's also my spirit. I know it better than you."

Jiang Po smiled triumphantly.

"It's useless to say more. Once you understand the first soul skill, you will understand how powerful it is."

"Hehe, let me trust you."

Jiang Li curled his lips and was about to continue talking, when the village head Lao Luotou yelled outside the door.

"Xiaochai, Jiang Po, are you here?"

"coming."

Anyway, Jiang Li didn't want to stay here any longer, so he ran out quickly.

I saw Lao Luotou standing there with a smile. Behind him, a group of villagers surrounded him. Seeing Jiang Li come out, his eyes were full of enthusiasm and envy.

"Grandpa village chief, what's wrong?"

Jiang Li was slightly taken aback.

"Hahaha, Xiao Lie, you are born with full soul power, that is to say, as long as you get a soul ring now, you can officially become a soul master."

"Not only that, you can also go to the branch of Wuhun Palace to receive a gold soul coin subsidy."

"So, Grandpa Village Chief, do you want to take me to get the soul ring?"

When Jiang Li heard this, he rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Hahaha, of course"

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Po ran out of the house, smiled and said, "Village Chief, this child just awakened his martial spirit yesterday, not to mention the two boys Li Yi and Luo Qing. We shouldn't think about which spirit master to let them be in now." Are you studying at the academy?”

"What's more, after going there, there will be professional teachers to help them obtain soul rings, so we don't have to worry about this."

What Jiang Po said was logical, and several villagers nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, first find the children a junior soul master academy."

Lao Luo stroked his beard and nodded.

"That's true, but"

Under the gaze of everyone, Lao Luo became excited instantly, his crutches kept pounding the grass, his face flushed.

"But our village has not had a soul master for 20 years. Now that Xiao Xi is full of innate soul power, he only needs a soul ring to shine on the lintel. This is the highest honor of our Luoye Village."

Regardless of whether Jiang Li blushed or not, Lao Luo snorted coldly, blew on his beard, and continued to be domineering.

"So I don't care. Before this old bone of mine steps into the coffin, we must gather our strength to make Xiao Xi become a soul master. This will be the glory of all of us."

"Also, I don't care, Xiao Xi is extremely talented, and his first soul ring must be over a hundred years old."

The old Luo head shook his beard solemnly.

Not to mention, this old man has a sense of ritual and must rely on the village to become a soul master.

Jiang Lie scratched his head, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

Listening to Lao Luotou's passionate speech, although many villagers were speechless, they still nodded in agreement, expressing that they listened to the village chief.

"Then, village chief, you have a way to hunt soul beasts?" Jiang Po smiled bitterly, and while feeling moved, he asked this key question.

"Uh, well, ahem, although with the strength of our village, we can't hunt down a hundred-year-old soul beast, but"

"You can still buy it."

Old Luo smiled.