Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in the Dragon King

Chapter 63: Fusing the Soul of the Evil Eye Tyrant, Forging Continues

Around eight thousand years ago, the Evil Eye Tyrant raised his enormous pupils, and the moment he saw Qian Mo, without saying a word, a thick black ray shot out from his eyes.

Within Qianmo's spiritual sea, a white, illusory figure stood, suddenly throwing a punch at the black ray.

The fist force that unleashed a mental storm collided with the black ray, causing the black ray to disintegrate instantly, but Qian Mo's body also paused for a moment.

Mental paralysis ray! Qian Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. The Evil Eye Tyrant was indeed quite skilled in mental attacks.

The Demon Lord's face appeared, and Qian Mo raised an eyebrow slightly. Countless dark green vines broke through the ground. The Evil Eye Tyrant was not fast, and its mental attacks could not break through the defenses that restricted Qian Mo. In the blink of an eye, it was tightly bound.

Trapped, the Evil Eye Tyrant roared, and the surrounding mental force became noticeably agitated. All its tentacles rose simultaneously, each tipped with an eye identical to its own, only much smaller. At this moment, each eye emitted an eerie light.

But the next moment, purple venom gushed from the dark green vines that were binding it, coating each eye on the tentacle. A layer of weak light also enveloped its huge pupils and body, causing it to lose its spirit.

Qian Mo moved lightly and gracefully to the front of the Evil Eye Tyrant, pointing a finger at the Evil Eye Tyrant's large eyeball.

Since you are an indomitable spirit of the mental type, then I will use my mental power to completely subdue you!

Above an unseen and intangible sea of ​​spirits, the White-Clad God King and the Evil-Eyed Tyrant stood facing each other.

Although the white-robed god-king that Qianmo has visualized in his spiritual sea is not yet solid, it is still full of pressure and already has some of the demeanor of a god-king.

The white-robed god-king slowly extended a palm and pressed down on the evil-eyed tyrant, accompanied by an incomparably domineering spiritual pressure, intending to make him submit.

Faced with the oppression of the White-Clad God King, the spirit of the Evil Eye Tyrant struggled desperately, its enormous pupils filled with resentment, unleashing a violent surge of will.

Immediately afterwards, its enormous pupil, which was 300 meters in diameter, suddenly turned completely crimson, and a huge crimson beam of light shot out abruptly.

Seeing the Evil Eye Tyrant putting up a stubborn resistance, the White-Clad God King sighed softly, his entire figure vanished, and in his place, a pair of golden eyes suddenly opened in the void.

"I am the god alone!"

A violent mental gale swept through the void, and a terrifying crimson pillar of light dissipated in the air. A deafening roar resounded, and a section of the Sea of ​​Spirit seemed to collapse. The Evil Eye Tyrant cried out in agony as it fell from the sky, plunging into the Sea of ​​Spirit and sinking into its depths.

In reality, the Evil Eye Tyrant slowly closed its enormous single pupil. Then, its massive body began to become transparent, and a wisp of blood-red smoke drifted out from its pupil, covering Qian Mo's entire body.

A strange and immense spiritual energy rippled around, causing the air to distort eerily. Qian Mo felt a strange aura seeping into his body, which, like a vast ocean absorbing all rivers, was absorbing the blood-red smoke.

After the Evil Eye Tyrant fully merged into Qian Mo's body, four thousand-year soul rings rose from beneath his feet, and a blood-red vertical pupil suddenly appeared on the forehead of the white-robed God King who was sitting above the Sea of ​​Spirit.

"It's a success! You've managed to tame the unyielding spirit. Na'er, can't you really bring Qianmo into the Spirit Pagoda?" Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but ask Gu Yuena.

Gu Yuena shook her head and said bitterly, "Qian Mo doesn't like the Spirit Pagoda, and I can't change his decision. Besides, it's easier for him to pull me out of the Spirit Pagoda than for me to pull him in."

"Alright," Leng Yaozhu sighed helplessly, her beautiful face full of regret.

Ripples spread across the golden gate, and Qian Mo emerged from it, looking radiant, clearly having gained a great deal.

Leng Yaozhu stood nearby, smiling. She sincerely exclaimed, "Qianmo, you truly amaze me every single time."

Qian Mo cupped his hands in thanks to Leng Yaozhu, saying, "Then I must thank Your Majesty Tianfeng for giving this junior this opportunity!"

"Okay, then let's settle the bill." Leng Yaozhu smiled and said calmly, "Friendly price, one hundred million Federal Credits."

Upon hearing the number, Qian Mo was startled and asked in surprise, "Isn't the Soul Tower supposed to be half-price?"

Leng Yaozhu smiled faintly, "The Unyielding Soul Spirit is extremely precious. You were able to obtain it in the Soul Spirit Tower only because I gave you special treatment. And you still want a half-price discount?"

"Besides, I've already rounded down the last ten million for you."

"Alright," Qian Mo said, handing the black card to Leng Yaozhu. This amount of money was no problem for him.

"Oh, by the way," Qianmo asked Leng Yaozhu a question before leaving.

Are artificial souls really that expensive to produce?

Artificial soul spirits cost millions or tens of millions of dollars. Strictly speaking, artificial soul spirits may not necessarily bring progress to the soul master world.

Leng Yaozhu revealed a mysterious smile and said vaguely, "Creating souls isn't that simple!"

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Qianmo returned to Shrek Academy and continued his arduous journey of forging.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!"

Inside the forging room, two figures wielded forging hammers with the speed and force of a storm.

One of them was Qian Mo, with golden eyes, wielding a forging hammer wrapped in holy flames and striking the Holy Heart Iron in front of him repeatedly. The other was similar to the Xuanwu Guardian, but with some differences. His face was more like a dragon's head, and the Xuanwu tattoo on his body had changed into dragon and snake patterns. His right arm was covered with neatly arranged golden dragon scales.

Qianmo added the "spirit" of Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline to the Xuanwu Chariot's face mask, transforming it into the Dragon-Snake Chariot.

Because when Qianmo imprinted Tang Wulin to obtain the "spirit", Tang Wulin had already broken a seal on the Golden Dragon King's bloodline. Therefore, the ability that the Dragon Serpent Chaser inherited was also Tang Wulin's ability after breaking a seal, namely his blood and the Golden Dragon Claw.

In order to fully integrate the aura of a martial soul into Yang Soul Essence and Sacred Heart Iron, Qianmo created the Dragon Serpent Chariot and had it forge Yang Soul Essence, fusing the aura of the Divine Mask martial soul with the metal. He himself used the Eight-Winged Seraphim martial soul to forge Sacred Heart Iron.

The Dragon-Snake Charioteer held aloft two forging hammers made of Xuanwu shields. The hammers moved with agility and weight in his hands, and the forging process flowed smoothly without any obstruction.

Qianmo was multitasking, forging the Sacred Heart Iron himself while also controlling the Dragon-Snake Charioteer to forge the Yang Soul Essence. They even joined forces to hammer the Chaos Gold in the center.

"rise!"

With a roar, Qianmo and the Dragon-Snake Charioteer simultaneously brought down their hammers. The processes of Hundred Forging, Thousand Forging, and Fusion Forging followed naturally. White, silver, and gold light rose more than ten feet high from the metal, and within the light, two figures seemed to slowly merge.

(End of this chapter)