Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 390 The Brewing Heavenly Tribulation

"Audacity!"

Davis roared angrily.

Hearing the conspiracy between the ghost and the dark demon god tiger, a strong will to survive surged within him.

Zhu Zhuyun has already gone to the nearest Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to seek help, and her father will soon receive the news, but it will still take some time.

"Humph!"

"You don't think you have any means of fighting back, do you?"

The ghostly figure glanced at him with disdain.

The soul power of the titled Douluo was like an invisible blade, pressing down on Davis's body.

"These are no challenge for me!"

The Star Luo Empire's meditation techniques were operating instinctively.

This meditation method, born from a unique cultural region, is usually useless, but it can significantly reduce one's disadvantage when fighting against higher-ranking Soul Masters.

Trembling, Davis struggled to his feet.

"Has the Spirit Hall considered what price it will pay for plotting against the Star Luo Empire's secret realm?"

"Evil-eyed White Tiger, Possession!"

A martial spirit can enhance all of a soul master's attributes.

After the martial soul was attached to him, tiger claws grew from the ends of Davis's arms, and black stripes alternated on his body.

Ghost casually stroked his chin: "Interesting!"

As a titled Douluo, he naturally possessed the arrogance of a titled Douluo, not to mention that the strength of his "Ghost" martial soul was among the best, even surpassing that of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger.

"Second Soul Skill, Gates of Hell!"

Four beams of blood-red light rose from the east, south, west, and north directions, leading to stone gates forged from skulls, each inlaid with dozens of thick black chains.

The chains moved forward, intersecting each other, effectively blocking Davis's movement.

The terrifying aura and oppressive force once again crushed Davis to the ground.

"The gap in hard power."

Enraged, he gritted his teeth and pierced his fist with his claws, drawing blood and triggering his own soul skill.

"The first soul skill, White Tiger Protective Barrier!"

"Fifth Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

"Sixth Soul Skill, White Tiger Demon God Transformation!"

The amplification-type soul skill, Evil Eye White Tiger, increases the overall strength of his body by 50%, 100%, and 150%, with the cumulative effect exponentially increasing, allowing Davis to surpass Ghost Douluo's base strength in a short period of time.

A terrifying force swept through his body, and Davis broke free from the restraints of the Gate of Hell, extending his claws to stab at Ghost Douluo's neck.

"Ghostly True Form!"

The ghostly figure flickered into nothingness.

Even though the Evil Eye White Tiger gains the upper hand with its power-based burst, it is in a state of nothingness and is immune to any form of physical damage.

"Humph!"

Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Davis immediately changed his offensive strategy, swinging his claws at the Dark Demon God Tiger.

The Dark Demon God raised his palm bone and attacked Davis head-on.

—Tear

It was the sound of metal clashing. Ghost Douluo looked at the center of the battlefield, and the outcome was, without exception, Davis fell to the ground.

"A Soul Master, competing in strength against a Soul Beast?"

"Young man from the Star Luo Empire, you seem to be far too stupid!"

A ghostly smile played on his lips.

"We were only slightly at a disadvantage, but that's because my system is not yet fully developed."

"If I were to obtain the Martial Soul True Body and the White Tiger Netherworld Transformation, I would surely be able to defeat it easily."

A look of confidence flashed in Davis's eyes.

At this moment, the strength is no longer Han Tao's deduction, but his own strength, which is comparable to the 90000-year-old strong attack system, has witnessed the strength of the system's enhancement, as well as a bright and promising future.

Ghost thought to himself, "If his power is this terrifying even in the Soul Saint stage, could he be another Han Tao? This boy must not be allowed to live!"

Thus, it unleashed its strongest attack.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Infinite Ghost Devouring!"

Beneath the empty space, a black hole, like a rift, was torn open, from which countless ghostly figures poured out.

The ghostly figure passed through Davis's body, accompanied by a series of violent explosions.

“I can handle it!”

Davis let out a difficult breath.

Ghostly Soul Skill is enough to severely injure a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast, but his own "White Tiger Three Transformations" burst state is not much inferior to that of a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast.

"Someone's coming!" A gust of wind suddenly brushed against the ghost's profile.

Looking into the distance, Ghost Douluo saw a black wisp leaping about, a power he was very familiar with.

"The power of the underworld!"

"The Martial Soul Fusion of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, Zhu Zhuyun is coming!"

variable!

Although Davis is a Soul Emperor, he is not weak. If they were to fuse their martial souls, they would be even more difficult to deal with. Ghost Douluo has learned this the hard way.

Behind Zhu Zhuyun, Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, and Ning Rongrong were approaching at an extremely fast speed in the sky.

However, he did not see Han Tao.

"The Spirit Hall's actions must not be allowed to fail at the last hurdle!"

"Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, quickly use the Arena of Life and Death to kill Davis, I will hold them off for you."

"okay!"

Dark Demon God Tiger nodded firmly.

The evil hook at the tail pierced forward, cutting through the air, space, and time, and struck Davis's body precisely.

"how"

Davis was already severely injured and unable to dodge.

The two individuals' thoughts, memories, and souls are projected into the spacetime of a certain evil god's offspring, where they engage in a life-or-death struggle.

Davis

Zhu Zhuyun supported Davis, her voice trembling with tears.

Rongrong stepped forward and placed her finger on Davis's nose to check for breath: "Hmm, he's not dead yet."

"What a strange soul skill. It's somewhat similar to Han Tao's use of mental power, where the body and soul are separated."

"Let's observe and see."

Sword Douluo unleashed a sword strike.

It grazed the ghostly body but failed to cause any real damage.

"Sword Douluo, the Spirit Hall's plan has been completed."

"You're too late!"

As soon as the ghostly words fell, the situation on the field changed instantly.

Davis, who had collapsed into Zhu Zhuyun's arms, faded away like light and shadow, as if he had never existed in this world.

"It seems he's dead!" Ning Rongrong revealed the truth.

Perhaps due to some grief, Zhu Zhuyun looked bewildered.

She couldn't help but think of her younger sister, and at this moment she was finally able to understand her sister's feelings.

Ghost Douluo sneered: "Davis is truly laughable. He's here spouting nonsense about some bullshit buff system. Let's see if he even makes it to tomorrow."

"Dai Mubai is dead, and Davis is dead as well. What will become of the Star Luo Empire?"

The smile was sarcastic.

Words to recount the victory.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a terrifying soul beast gradually revived.

Completely black, as somber as mist, it slightly opened its mouth: "In the end, I won!"

“The victor takes all. I devoured his martial spirit and stole the life force from the Evil-Eyed White Tiger.”

He held the Seven Kill Sword horizontally, assuming a defensive stance.

Sword Douluo's senses were sharp, and he had already noticed that the aura of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger in front of him was surging.

Ninety thousand years, one hundred thousand years, one hundred thousand years, and finally, it stopped at sixteen thousand years.

"This is."

Ning Fengzhi stretched out his palm and suddenly looked up at the sky.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Raindrops struck the ground, making a crisp sound.

Darkness enveloped the earth, obscuring the sun; thick, inky clouds drowned out the breath of the entire forest.

The winds of change are ever-changing, and thunder roars.

"A 100,000-year-old soul beast breaking through will be subject to a Heavenly Tribulation!"

Suddenly, Ning Rongrong looked behind her.

In the shadows, a Soul Master dressed in black robes slowly walked out, gazing at the raindrops falling from the sky, and gently smiled.

"Yes, a heavenly tribulation!"

(End of this chapter)