Douluo: Dominate the world from common people

The jeweled brilliance from the glass lamps in the room poured down softly and flowed onto Cheng Feng's body.

Not long after he took the Dragon Blood Scythe, a fierce, high-temperature fire seemed to be brewing in his body, burning towards his internal organs with the momentum to burn everything.

The sudden change caused Cheng Feng's expression to change drastically.

Sure enough, he still underestimated the level of pain recorded in the Chunqiu style of writing in the book, and this level of pain had only just begun.

Purgatory, so what?As long as he gets stronger, all of this will be worth it, he thought.

However, the next moment, his heart suddenly shrank and stopped beating briefly, making his face pale. Unknown to him, a stream of cold sweat had flowed out of his forehead and splashed on the ground.

He felt that his heart was burning at this moment, burning out a hole, and the blood in his heart flowed out drop by drop... drop by drop... and drop by drop... as if being beaten. The man opened an opening, and blood flowed out gurglingly.

But it wasn't over yet. The next moment, he seemed to be stripped alive, completely stripped from the inside out.

The extreme pain seems to have only begun now.

In the last moment, the pain turned into bitter medicine, causing his face to turn bitter, and the bitter water swallowed in his mouth could only be swallowed in his stomach.

The next moment, the pain was like gunpowder, exploding in his chest.

His body curled up into a C shape, his eyes widened, and he wanted to shout out in pain.

However, at this moment, the air was cut off and he couldn't breathe. He struggled, but he couldn't make a sound.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

But the pain continued to intensify, spreading to all parts of the body.

Especially the eyes. Suddenly two streams of liquid flowed out of the eyes. I tried to use my hands to gently press it and found that it was blood - it was warm!

He wanted to wipe the blood from his eyes, but the pain in his chest showed its power to him at this moment.

After hesitating for a while, he still did not wipe the wet blood on his face with his hands, because his hands could not leave his chest, and he could only feel a little comfortable by pressing his hands tightly on his chest.

And this feeling of comfort was amplified a lot in the face of extreme pain, which made him fascinated by this feeling, so his hands seemed to be glued to his chest.

Next, he ignored whether it was bleeding from his ears, nose, etc.

This situation lasted for half an hour, and he felt that his vision was a little blurry and a little dark.

Time is still moving bit by bit and will not stop because of someone.

His eyelids were so heavy, like a huge mountain, covering his eyes.

His breath was too weak, as if he was dying, and his heart was beating weakly, and the beating frequency was getting lower and lower.

He didn't know how long it took, but he felt that his body had been burning for a long, long time.

Just when all his sanity was about to disappear, he felt a warm current burst out from his heart, flowing towards every part of his body.

The wounds on the body parts that passed through the warm current were repairing quickly, making him indulge in this extremely comfortable feeling, as if he had fallen into his mother's arms.

Perhaps he was too tired and fell asleep, and the only sound in the room could be heard was his even breathing.

When Cheng Feng opened his eyes, he found that his body could move. The joy on his face could not be concealed.

Moreover, he felt that all the injuries in his body were healed.

The next moment, he couldn't wait to summon his sickle spirit. He wanted to see how much the quality of his spirit had improved?

When the Sickle Spirit was summoned again, Cheng Feng was stunned.

Why does the scythe spirit in front of me look a bit like the death scythe?

The pitch-black sickle was filled with a very terrifying aura, with a faint hint of death lingering around the blade, while the handle of the sickle suddenly grew longer, to about one meter.

The next moment, Cheng Feng unconsciously held the handle of the sickle and waved the sickle spirit. He found that a small opening was torn in the void around him. Seeing this, Cheng Feng was shocked.

More importantly, upon closer inspection, I found that there was a Tai Chi seal on the handle of the sickle, and there was a blue fox lightning mark next to it.

At this time, Cheng Feng was full of interest in this and couldn't help but murmured: "What is a martial spirit?"

But before Cheng Feng could continue to think deeply, at this time, the sickle martial spirit sent him an important message: this sickle martial spirit actually has the effect of sucking blood. Every time it touches the opponent, it can also absorb death energy. The more death energy, the more death energy. The greater the damage, the toughness is like a magical weapon.

The martial spirit that wielded the sickle just now was able to tear apart space. Although it was only a very small hole, it undoubtedly proved that it was extraordinary.

He suddenly remembered the myth and legend of Danatus that he knew in his previous life: Danatus, the god of death, is the son of the night god. He likes to wear a black cloak and hold the death sickle, walking in the gathering places of the crowd at night.

In his mind, he thought of himself wearing a black cloak and holding a scythe. Then, he walked specifically towards crowded places at night.

The next moment, Cheng Feng couldn't help but said to himself: "This is really two!"

Putting aside these thoughts, Cheng Feng focused his eyes on his sickle spirit again. He never thought that this time his spirit would be improved to such a high level, which greatly exceeded his expectations.

The blood-sucking effect of the sickle spirit is so good that it is unbelievable.

One hit can absorb 10% of the opponent's health.Moreover, the adsorption ability will also increase as your strength increases, and the amount of blood absorbed will also increase.

In addition, if the sickle martial spirit has enough death energy and enters the opponent's body along with the attack, it can reduce the opponent's anger and cause all-round damage to the opponent's body foundation. If the amount of death energy is enough, it can directly infect the opponent with death. He died of anger on the spot.

However, when he thought about how to collect the death energy, Cheng Feng was in trouble. How to find this death energy?The first thing that came to his mind was the cemetery and other places.

Cheng Feng took a closer look at his physical fitness and found that it was indeed enhanced, but the effect was too small.Moreover, there was a certain chance of dragon blood body refining, but it seemed that he had no chance of it.

However, he has gained enough, but the doubt that has been lingering in Cheng Feng's mind - what is a martial spirit, has never been gone.

Looking at the scythe martial spirit held tightly in his hand, Cheng Feng pondered for a while, and the knowledge from the books on martial spirit theory he had read before came to his mind.

Suddenly a light flashed across his mind, making his eyes brighten.

"Martial spirit, its essence, should be the determining factor of form. With the help of the soul, it is reflected in reality after the form is determined."

"It's an integral part of the body."

Cheng Feng's voice sounded steady and powerful in the room, and his eyes were firm and powerful.

After thinking about this matter, the next question before him was, what should be the name of his martial spirit now?

After careful consideration, Cheng Feng decided to use the name he had mentioned before with Hu Liena during the soul fight - Reaper of Death.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the house. Cheng Feng immediately put away his martial spirit and said calmly: "Who?"

"It's me, Su Yuntao."

"Is there anything going on so late?"

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, you have been in the house for three days. I am very worried about the safety of His Highness the Holy Son. Therefore, I have offended His Royal Highness the Holy Son. Please forgive me!"

"What did you say? I stayed in the house for three days? Has anyone entered the cave near Notting Junior Soul Master Academy?"

At this point, Cheng Feng's eyes flashed with worry, and his heart suddenly sank. The joy of gaining the martial soul's evolution could not help but disappear without a trace.

But in the next moment, Su Yuntao's words made Cheng Feng quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Reporting to Your Highness the Holy Son, no one has entered that cave entrance so far. However, that place has now become a place of right and wrong. People from all major forces are entrenched there, and their leaders are all very powerful and have noble status. If not, if my subordinates bring up Your Majesty the Holy Son’s reputation in time, I’m afraid they won’t give our Wuhun Palace any good looks. It’s just—”

"Just what?"

"My subordinates used your name, His Highness the Holy Son, to prevent those people from trying to occupy the place in our Wuhun Palace. But after three days, they began to feel that my subordinates were fooling them. If you, His Highness the Holy Son, tomorrow If we don't come out to meet them, I'm afraid that the area our Wuhun Palace occupied before will be completely divided up by those forces."

"Um, is this happening? What are the forces coming?"

"Reporting to Your Highness the Holy Son, I learned that among the forces that came, there were three upper sects: Qibao Glazed Sect, Haotian Sect, Blue Lightning Overlord Sect, and four lower sects: White Tiger Sect, Wind Sword Sect, and Elephant Armor Sect. , Fire Leopard Sect, in addition to these, my subordinates also discovered that there are several other powerful forces in the field, and I know very little about them."

"Then the Pope of Wuhun Palace - my teacher, is she here?"

"Reporting to Your Highness the Holy Son, the Pope did not come, but Bishop Salas did. Now, he is presiding over the overall situation. Thanks to Bishop Salas, otherwise, our Wuhun Palace would be ridden by others. .”

Cheng Feng's eyes moved, "When my teacher comes, she will naturally do it herself. Maybe they are having too much fun and forget about the Pope of Wuhun Palace - my teacher. What’s so great about her!”

"By the way, Your Highness the Holy Son, Uncle Jack, the former village elder of Holy Soul Village who you asked me to take care of before, recently had a child with soul power in his village. Yesterday, he personally sent the child to Notting Junior Soul Master At the academy. At that time, an arrogant noble boy from Tiandou Imperial City who passed by insulted Old Uncle Jack and even asked his subordinates to beat Old Uncle Jack severely. If his subordinates had not stopped him in time, I am afraid that he--"

Hearing this, Cheng Feng's face suddenly became much uglier, and a cruel chill flashed through his eyes. He directly interrupted Su Yuntao's words and asked, "Who is that arrogant noble boy?"

"Nasri, the youngest son of Duke Nasta of the Heaven Dou Empire."

"I remember. Old Master Jack—where are they now?"

"Reporting to Your Highness the Holy Son, my subordinates have placed him and the child from his village in a room in our Wuhun Palace to recuperate and rest, not far from here."

"Su Yuntao, you did a good job in this matter!"

The next moment, Cheng Feng quickly straightened his clothes and calmed down his face, pushed away the room, and said calmly: "Su Yuntao, take me to visit old Jack and others later! As for Nasri, now, you listen to my order and let The people under your command—that is, Xiao Chenyu, bring him to Wuhun Hall. After bringing him, let him kneel outside the house where old Jack lives. Remember to let him kneel for two days. During this period, he was not allowed to give him a drop of water or a mouthful of food."

"In addition, this matter should be told to the outside world that it is my Highness, the Holy Son of the Wuhun Palace. Seeing that Nasili was too arrogant, I took the place of Duke Nasta and taught his son a good lesson. Let's do it like this!"

"Yes, your subordinates obey!"

After a while, Cheng Feng saw Su Yuntao hurriedly ran to the hall of Wuhun Hall to arrange things.

Cheng Feng stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting for Su Yuntao. With nothing going on, he looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky. At this time, all the memories of the past flooded into the depths of his mind.