Douluo Continent Chat Group: Building My Academy

"call……"

After finishing his meditation, Flanders let out a long breath, feeling his swollen bones ease considerably.

Fortunately, it was just a depletion of soul power, and he could recover after a while.

For example, the Clear Sky Sect's secret technique, Ring Explosion, converts the energy contained in a spirit ring into attack power by detonating it. When all nine rings explode simultaneously, the power can even approach that of a god. The only cost is that the spirit ring needs about three days to recover, and each use must be spaced thirty-six days apart to prevent permanent damage to the spirit ring.

In other words, the only cost of this burst of magic is the cooldown time.

But this is not the limit. Whether it is a Soul Master or a Soul Beast, when their lives are about to be in danger, they can still undergo a stronger berserk state by burning their life essence.

The price isn't just about cooling down, but if it's for life, it's all worth it.

To deal with these two griffins, Flander wouldn't need to go to such lengths. He would be able to move freely once he recovered about 10% of his soul power.

As soon as he stood up, Flander bumped into Zhao Wuji's beaming face.

"You old miser, look what this is!?"

"What...what..."

"Soul Bone!"

Flander glanced at Zhao Wuji and instantly noticed the gleaming light on Zhao Wuji's hand rushing towards him at incredible speed, leaving Zhao Wuji no time to react.

"Um?"

By the time Zhao Wuji reacted, Flander was already examining the soul bone in front of him under the sun, marveling at it as he looked at it.

"I never expected we'd have such good luck. Luck is definitely on our side."

"You're faster than a dog eating shit." Zhao Wuji smirked.

"What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing."

Zhao Wuji quickly backed down, and Flander glanced at the savage bear a few times before throwing the soul bone back.

"I'll leave it with you for now. I'm going to absorb that spirit ring. We'll talk about the rest later."

"You old miser, you really trust me?"

Zhao Wuji chuckled and did not choose to accept the soul bone.

"Keep what you hunt yourself. Besides, the bones taken from the bird should naturally be absorbed by a bird-man like you."

"I'm used to being tough, I don't need this kind of flimsy stuff."

"Once you absorb that griffin soul ring, you should be able to absorb this soul bone even better, since they are both soul beasts."

Lu Qibin and the other two echoed this sentiment, knowing full well who the soul bone truly belonged to.

"I feel so bad, boss, just treat us to a big meal."

Shao Xin winked and made faces. Compared to a soul bone that wasn't quite a good match for them, they preferred to pluck feathers from that miserly man.

Flander shook his head and chuckled, then simply accepted the soul bone without saying anything more.

"It's unlikely that I'll treat you to a meal, but if there's an opportunity in the future, I'll provide you with a suitable set of soul bones."

"cut……"

With the forbidden knowledge in his mind, Flander knew how to create artificial soul bones, since the so-called divinely bestowed soul rings and divinely bestowed soul bones were made later in life.

Even if it's impossible to handcraft a true divine gift due to material limitations, its effect is still in no way inferior to ordinary soul rings or soul bones.

even……

Flander glanced at Zhao Wuji and the others a few times, thinking that perhaps he would have the chance to evolve all of these old brothers' martial souls in the future.

Mutations can be created artificially, and even artificially influenced to favor a positive outcome.

Zhao Wuji and the others were unaware of Flander's thoughts; they simply scoffed, thinking that this old miser was always stingy, and as for the promised soul bone...

If a suitable one were available, Flander would certainly be willing to share it with them, but soul bones are something that can only be found by chance.

"Alright, enough of this small talk. Protect me. An hour will pass in the blink of an eye."

After saying that, the group stopped arguing and focused on recovering their strength while remaining vigilant about their surroundings.

Flander also came to the dead 90,000-year-old griffin, sat cross-legged, and used his remaining soul power to attract the dark, opaque 10,000-year-old soul ring.

He inwardly sighed with regret, because Flander also had knowledge of so-called soul spirits in his mind, but unfortunately he was not a spirit-type soul master and had no relevant materials, otherwise he would really like to try to understand soul spirits.

Right now, Flander is simply absorbing this 90,000-year-old soul ring.

The phantom of the wind eagle slowly appeared behind Flander, becoming increasingly solid and lifelike as the 90,000-year soul ring drew closer.

Suddenly, the ten-thousand-year soul ring contracted sharply, instantly enveloping the phantom of the wind eagle. Instantly, a torrent of energy poured out, its quantity continuous and its quality like flowing steel.

Flander instantly felt as if he had been caught in an EF5 level tornado, and that he was about to be torn apart.

His body, now brimming with energy, began to tremble, and Flander immediately channeled his mental energy to absorb it.

But at that moment, a flash appeared before Flander's eyes, and a space that could not be described by any color appeared.

The spiritual sea.

This is Flander's spiritual sea. In the past, he was the only passerby, along with two tenants who almost vanished into thin air.

But now, a new guest has appeared here.

A black phantom appeared, as viscous as mud in a swamp, and with a speed that seemed slow but was actually instantaneous, it reappeared the familiar figure.

That 90,000-year-old griffin is no longer the majestic and proud creature it once was, carrying the aura of the sky. Instead, it is an aggregate of negative emotions such as resentment, hatred, greed, and madness.

Soul-shaking!

The soul of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast begins to mature and acquire offensive power, which cannot be suppressed by soul masters who are not level 50 or above.

This 90,000-year-old griffin's soul was nearly fully mature, having developed human-like emotions and wisdom. The soul's shock after death was even more terrifying.

Flander looked at the malevolent griffin soul before him and slightly raised his eyelids.

Flander vaguely remembered the griffin's dying gaze; it contained not only absolute resentment, but also genuine envy and longing.

The griffin is undoubtedly a wind-attribute soul beast, so its instinctive need for Flander's ultimate wind is natural.

"I am the victor, so... become my strength, and I will carry your nourishment to higher and farther places."

Flanders stared at the griffin and grinned.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze appeared in the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

The griffin spirit was terrified and tried its best to pounce, but a gentle breeze made it unable to move an inch.

More wind blew in little by little, and the griffin's soul trembled more and more until it turned into a pile of loose sand, its soul blown into fragments like starlight.

Flander's consciousness sank, and a gust of soul power blew through his body from the inside out, until it traveled through his limbs and meridians, calming the soul ring down.

In reality, Zhao Wuji and the others watched helplessly as another gust of wind wrapped around Flander, forming a small tornado.

The frenzied feeling of the spirit ring was gone, and Flander's aura became more and more stable.

The four of them sighed inwardly; this old miser was really becoming more and more like a monster.