Douluo: Wuhun Void Mirror, the system is late

Chapter 15: Magical Martial Soul (Please Read)
Seeing this, Ling Feng was very curious. He stared at the martial soul shadow, trying to see its full appearance.

The shadow was looming, emitting an ancient and powerful aura, as if it was a giant beast from ancient times, about to awaken.

When the golden light completely dissipated, the appearance of the second martial soul came into Ling Feng's sight.

As soon as Ling Feng's eyes touched the martial spirit, his face was filled with astonishment.

"Flute?"

Ling Feng muttered to himself, with a hint of surprise in his voice that was hard to conceal.

In his left hand, the martial spirit lay quietly, looking exactly like a flute.

The purple-gold body of the flute exudes an ancient luster, with faint strange patterns on it, as if telling of its extraordinary origin.

At this moment, the detailed information of the second martial soul automatically emerged in Ling Feng's mind.

This dragon-roaring and phoenix-crying flute is actually made of dragon bones, which have been precipitated over the years. The flute body cleverly contains the essence and blood of the immortal phoenix.

The idea of immortality and dragon bones were perfectly integrated, and after thousands of years, this flute was finally created.

It is indestructible and can automatically recover instantly even if it is damaged by external forces, as if it has endless vitality.

Before this, Ling Feng was full of doubts. It was hard for him to imagine how powerful the attack power of this seemingly ordinary flute martial spirit could be.

However, after reading the system's introduction, he was shocked to realize the extraordinary nature of this martial spirit.

Its indestructible and self-recovering qualities alone make it a rare weapon.

Ling Feng suddenly felt a strong interest in his heart, and he couldn't wait to experience the power of this martial soul for himself.

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He walked out of the room quickly and went straight to the backyard. Along the way, he was thinking about the innate realm of this martial soul - the Tianyin Realm.

As far as he knew, this world of heavenly music contained countless soul-stirring divine songs, each of which could weave multiple dreamlike illusions.

This area is specially designed to target mental power. Once a soul master with weak mental power steps into it, his strength will be greatly reduced, just like being stuck in a quagmire and unable to extricate himself.

They will lose themselves in the illusion, fall into endless addiction, until they are completely swallowed up by the illusion.

Ling Feng was extremely satisfied with the Tianyin Realm, a field of talent. In the vast land of Douluo Continent, there were only a few soul masters who specialized in cultivating spiritual power.

As long as one can skillfully use this talent field, even if facing an extremely powerful Titled Douluo, it is very likely that he will be caught off guard and fall into the quagmire of illusion.

"This martial spirit is very heavy, worthy of being made of dragon bones."

Ling Feng came to the yard and gently weighed the dragon-roaring and phoenix-crying flute in his hand. Feeling its heavy weight, he couldn't help but feel more satisfied with its origin and power.

Ling Feng stood in the middle of the yard and took a deep breath. He decided to try to awaken some of the power of the Dragon Roar and Phoenix Singing Flute first.

He slowly injected his soul power into the flute. In an instant, the purple-gold flute shone brightly, and those strange patterns seemed to come alive, flashing with mysterious light.

Ling Feng tried to play a few simple notes. The sound of the flute was crisp yet revealed a powerful force, and the sound waves spread out like ripples.

As the flute sounded, the air around seemed to become heavy, and the dust on the ground vibrated slightly.

Ling Feng's mind moved, and he increased the output of his soul power. The sound of the flute instantly became passionate and high-pitched. The sound waves were like materialized sharp blades, whistling towards a huge rock in front of him.

There was a loud "bang" and deep cracks appeared on the surface of the boulder, with gravel flying everywhere.

Ling Feng's eyes flashed with surprise at this. This was just the power of his casual playing. If he could master it, its destructive power would be unimaginable. He continued to play, changing the notes and rhythm, trying to explore more of the flute's martial spirit's abilities.

Suddenly, he felt as if his consciousness had merged with the flute, and the scene before his eyes gradually became blurred.

Instead, there was a strange space, which was the innate domain of the god-level martial soul: the Tianyin Realm.

In this world of heavenly music, he saw countless glittering music scores, each of which emitted a unique spiritual fluctuation.

Ling Feng stretched out his hand and carefully felt the music score in the field, and followed the instructions to play the flute again.

This time the sound of the flute was no longer as passionate as before, but became gentle and strange. The sound waves contained powerful spiritual power and spread in all directions.

After a while, Ling Feng became familiar with the power of the Dragon Roar and Phoenix Call flute and withdrew from the field.

He looked at the dragon-roaring and phoenix-ming flute in his hand, his heart full of anticipation.

"Since this martial spirit was formed in the dragon bone, does it have any effect on the spirit beast?"

Ling Feng suddenly had an idea. After all, among the soul beasts in Douluo Continent, the supreme bloodline is the bloodline of the dragon clan: the dragon clan.

It is an existence standing at the top of the soul beast food chain. Its powerful strength and majesty make all soul beasts in awe of it.

In this case, the Dragon Roar and Phoenix Singing Flute Martial Spirit may still have a certain impact on soul beasts.

So, Ling Feng walked into the backyard with full of curiosity and anticipation.

Ling Feng grabbed a soul beast and brought it to the yard. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his arm. The dragon-roaring and phoenix-singing flute martial spirit in his hand flashed with a strange light in the sunlight.

As he waved his hand lightly, in an instant, the sound of dragon roars and phoenix cries broke the tranquility of the void, like the roar of an ancient beast, vibrating in the air.

Sure enough, the soul beast in front seemed to have lost all its strength at this moment. It collapsed to the ground, its body shaking uncontrollably, its eyes full of fear.

It tried to struggle, but found that its body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force and could not move.

"Sure enough."

Seeing this scene, Ling Feng understood.

It seems that his martial soul has a terrifying suppressive power on soul beasts.

This kind of suppressive force is not a simple power deterrence, but more like a vibration from the depths of the soul, which can directly impact the instinct and will of the soul beast.

Ling Feng thought to himself that if he encountered a powerful soul beast in the soul beast forest in the future, he could even gain a lot of advantages in the battle by relying on this characteristic of this martial soul.

Seeing this, Ling Feng did not stop exploring the ability of his martial soul. He slowly injected his soul power into the Dragon Roar and Phoenix Cry flute and began to play it.

At this moment, he played very casually, without deliberately giving the music any lethal soul fluctuations.

The melodious flute sound was like a breeze, gently blowing across the backyard.

The soul beast, which had originally collapsed on the ground in extreme fear, seemed to be injected with a magical power after feeling this music.

His originally depressed spirit gradually perked up, the fear in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he became energetic.

It began to stand up slowly, and some even took a few steps closer to Ling Feng out of curiosity, as if attracted by the strange flute sound.

(End of this chapter)