The Peerless Tang Sect’s Tianxin Douluo

At this time, the spiritual incarnation saw the shocking life of the Noumenon Douluo. As the huge memory of the first-generation Noumenon Douluo washed away the spiritual avatar, causing his spiritual power to continue to dissipate, Huo Yuhao had to Spend more mental energy to stabilize the existence of this spiritual incarnation.

As Douluo's memory slowly unfolds

The spiritual incarnation seemed to have come to the Douluo Continent nearly ten thousand years ago. At that time, he was born in the chaotic period after the destruction of the Wuhun Empire. He did not have a name of his own, and he was called Amu.

At that time, various large and small countries on the continent were constantly fighting against each other, but the Shrek Seven Gods directly entered the God Realm and left this world without taking care of the suffering of the world.

At this time, Shrek Academy was experiencing a climax of expansion due to the war. At the same time, it was constantly searching for the faith on the mainland, so naturally it could not care about protecting the civilians.

As a commoner, he awakened his martial soul by chance when he was twelve years old, but he only had first-level soul power. At that time, his martial soul was also very weak, just an arm. After that, he Following the flow of refugees, they came to cities near the Far North.

Because this place is close to the sea and far away from the core of the continent, and the war has not spread here at this time, he can stay here with peace of mind and become a crew member of a soul hunting ship. Although it is dangerous, he can still make a living. If nothing happens, he will I will live my life here as peacefully as most ordinary people.

However, compared to how powerful the various beast martial souls are in increasing the overall body, his martial soul cannot bring him much strength, and his first soul ring was when he hunted while following the fleet out to sea. His ten-year-old soul beast, named White Scale Fish, is an extremely weak soul beast. The only effect of his soul skills is to make his arms tougher.

When he was eighteen years old, he barely managed to reach level 20 through his own efforts. When he went out with a fleet, he got his second soul ring.

It was a soul ring produced by a century-old octopus soul beast. He didn't know the specific name. He only knew that the power of his martial soul seemed to be stronger.

But he also encountered a turning point of fate at this time, because this weak and extremely weak century-old soul beast actually dropped a soul bone as if it was a stroke of luck, even though he had hidden it with great care at the time. got up.

For him, maybe selling this soul bone would allow him to live the rest of his life without worrying about food and clothing, without having to go out to sea to fight for his life with the world, kill soul beasts, and scheming with humans.

But what he did was eventually discovered by the captain of the ship, and he, who was just a small great soul master at the time, naturally couldn't keep this kind of treasure.

He was seriously injured by the captain's first mate and the sailors under his command, and was directly tied up hand and foot and thrown into the sea to feed the fish. However, at that time, he burst out with an unparalleled will to survive and had only one thought in his mind: [ I want to live. 】

At that time, he used his broken bones to break the rope that had been filled with blood and seawater, and then strangled a sea soul beast that wanted to devour him with his bare hands. During this struggle, he He lost all his strength and passed out.

Before he died, he was sucked into the ocean currents along with the sea soul beast. When he woke up, he had arrived at a mysterious place.

This place is naturally the inheritance place of the unknown god passed down by the Noumenon Sect in later generations. However, at that time, Amu's muscles and bones were all broken, and his blood was surging. It was obvious that he had returned to the light, but he bit Yata forcefully ate the already smelly corpse of the sea soul beast, and after feeling the little strength replenished in his body, he scanned everything in the stone room.

The moment he saw the murals, a voice seemed to sound in his mind, which made him unconsciously start to learn the movements of the figures on these murals, and his body, which was already on the verge of being broken, was shattered into pieces under a series of movements. The bones gradually returned to their original positions, and the bleeding wounds began to scab. He felt that his body was getting better and better, as if he were a fairy.

Then a pair of arms made of black shadows appeared behind him, and at this time he was also awakened from the immersive movement. He could feel the intestines and stomach in his abdomen and every cell in his body. It is sending a signal to him [Hungry, hungry, still hungry! 】

Under this extreme weakness, he seemed to be digesting all his flesh and bones. At this time, he fell to the ground, and the voice in his mind rang again and told him: "Do you want to live? ? Push the door open, come on!"

At this time, all he could see was the closed stone door at the end of the cave. He climbed that ten-meter distance for a full hour, and then he spent another hour gathering strength, because he didn't know how to push it. It takes a lot of strength to open this door, but he knows that he can't hold on for long.

He leaned on the door with his whole body, exerting force on his waist and legs, and pressed his right shoulder against the stone door. His other hand firmly grasped his right arm, providing a negligible amount of strength. However, the stone door seemed to be motionless under his strength. .

He no longer had the energy to pay attention to the situation around him. As time passed by, his consciousness gradually became blurred, but his body was still exerting force subconsciously. I don't know how long it had been, one minute? ten minutes? One hour? Or one day and one night?

The door emitted a black iron-colored light and then slowly opened.

And when his body fell into it, his consciousness seemed to have entered another space.

Then he saw a person here, a very ordinary and inconspicuous man standing in front of him, but this man's eyes were extremely bright and lively. He was wearing a black cloth gown and tied around his waist. He has a white belt, a well-proportioned and inconspicuous figure, short black hair, and slightly dark skin.

At this time, Amu felt that his body seemed to be freed from the original pain and torture, as if he had been reborn.

The man in front of him shook his head and sighed: "Hey, after waiting for 400,000 years, I didn't expect that the inheritor would be so weak. Although I don't know if you can inherit my will, I'm afraid I will wait. It won’t be another hundred thousand years, inheritors, please remember my name, my Martial God, Martial God Power!”

Then he saw his fingers gently touching the forehead of the first-generation Douluo. Amu vaguely seemed to see countless figures exuding powerful auras surrounding a sacred dragon shadow with a colorful halo. There are countless dragon shadows of different colors walking across this terrifying battlefield.

In the hands of these powerful figures, space is as fragile as a toy, being torn apart, mixed, reorganized, and destroyed.

He couldn't see the specific appearance of all of them, and could only barely remember the general scene and battle scene. Then he saw those figures with extremely powerful auras falling one after another as the colorful dragon took action with anger, and those figures with powerful auras fell one after another. A few of the particularly powerful ones were not to be outdone and took action one after another.

Then I saw those dragon shadows all over the sky also let out bursts of unwilling dragon roars and then wailed and fell one after another. This was the last and the most clear and profound impression on this first-generation Douluo.

But I saw a blood-red figure standing between the sky and the earth, and behind it were four equally powerful figures of black, white, purple, and green. I saw the four of them working together, and the energy of the four colors merged into the blood-red figure, and then A blood-red sword energy that seemed to destroy the world was slashed through the air, and the body of the nine-color dragon was cut open with just one sword strike.