Chapter 116 Turning into a Snake

There is something wrong with Qianjie's martial soul, not just one, but both.

Needless to say the second martial soul, the Book of Heaven alone is enough to cause thousands of kalpas of trouble.

The blood of the first martial spirit, Qianjie cannot give it up voluntarily. For example, he can just drop a few drops on the ground and leave it alone. He can't do that.

Theoretically, a person's hematopoietic function shouldn't care about such a drop or two of blood, but he just can't do it, and subconsciously he will recycle it.

If you hold it in forcibly, it will fly back automatically. No matter how far Qianjie runs, as long as Qianjie feels that the task is completed or has forgotten about it, it will automatically come to your door.

What does not melt when exposed to water is a basic operation. It is only afraid of fire. If it burns, there will be no such thing.

As if his broken blood is precious, as if this martial spirit has consciousness.

When I dream back at midnight, every time I think about the blood swimming around in the air today and flying around the corpse a few times tomorrow, and then I think about the enemies who died under this martial spirit...

Anyway, Qianjie wanted to ask the vampires in his memory how they solved their psychological problems.

Of course, thanks to this weird characteristic, Qianjie is immune to most things transported by blood, such as poison...

Regarding the issue of this martial soul, many people have seen it, including many extremely powerful people, ninth-level soul masters and the like.

"Simulate a snake."

Low EQ: energy converter;

It is a fragment of the Ice God, and there may not be any other unique features that have been developed yet, but there is no doubt that the creature has a lower energy limit, and the more you give it, the more it can be filled.

The energy of heaven and earth absorbed by Tianmeng was converted into soul power, and then it was completely wiped out. What little soul power was left after a thousand tribulations of hard work in the middle of the night was instantly replenished.

That is the characteristic of the ice silkworm, or its obscure characteristic.

How could Tianmeng be stuffed with so little ten thousand year ice marrow? If my soul beast was eaten in such a way, would it have exploded long ago?!

"How do you feel about talking about things that don't exist?" Qianjie changed the subject.

But they can only give an answer that the martial soul has a flaw and cannot be solved for the time being.

A red poisonous snake was newly baked, circling under Qianjie's shoulder, and with the flickering lights, it looked like an evil god.

Damn it, the following is purely an overthinking.

High emotional intelligence: biological milk bottle.

For example, the Silver Dragon Spear, the Golden Dragon Spear, and some innate weapons of ordinary martial arts.

Including Electrolux.

Electrolux has also added some other functions in conjunction with Ice Silkworm, so always ask.

It is energy, almost substantial energy of heaven and earth.

Electrolux, Huo Yuhao, Tian Meng who limped back...

"Snake, the scarier it is, the worse it is." Just as one person and one insect were arguing about what to simulate, Huo Yulin spoke up.

"Why a snake? Is it a cat, a fox, something like that?"

I would be happy to try it once for a thousand eons. It will either disappear or come back again. The problem is small.

"Yes, why do you feel that it is more complicated for you to control that body?" In fact, Tianmeng also felt that it is the soul of a million-year-old soul beast with spiritual attributes. Maybe my use of the spirit is equivalent to a Zhan Qi

It's scum, but I still know the basics.

For example, the current image of the ice silkworm originally looked like ice crystals, but now they are also crystal clear, glowing with dazzling colors under the powerful light.

"Um?"

Then it may not be difficult to understand. The artificial intelligence that treats Tianmeng as a weapon is bad, and the same thing happens if the soul plug is replaced and retreated.

"Yes, I still feel..."

It's not that I mind that feeling, but I don't have another name on Shrek's roster right now - Huo Yuhao.

"It's scary. Think about it, he was walking down the road, and a man with a live snake coiled under his shoulder came towards him. His first reaction was not to mess with him, right?"

"Yes, he feels wrong." Qianjie hesitated for a while, but nodded.

Although it was not an insult to the teacher, Qianjie still wanted to say something when he heard those words. Saying it means saying something.

I just want to have a father out of nowhere.

Of course, that means Tianmeng can instantly become a low-level soul beast again.

"I can't figure out where your martial arts problem comes from, but my intuition tells me that it's not simple."

This kind of thing is not the first in Douluo Xiaolu.

Qianjie was in a trance and lost the feeling that he was really on a fantasy set - blood, artifacts, did that special cat shed blood to identify its master, or was it a weapon refined with essence and blood?!

Shouldn’t I also have to undergo the so-called God King’s trial?!!

Red color.

The less you eat at one time, the worse it is.

That thing, if he occasionally plays in a ring where the use of ice blade weapons is prohibited, no one will say that he is violating the rules!

"Brother is using it as a low-level milk bottle for him!" Tian Meng was of course very satisfied with such a usage, and instantly expressed his satisfaction.

It's just that the biological milk bottle is the only one in the world. Just catch an ice silkworm carefully. First of all, my soul master needs a magic teacher from another world.

The result was very successful, so successful that it was unbelievable for thousands of eons - at most I successfully tested it and ran into problems.

Before sloppily weighing it, Electrolux chose to stop it, because the impact was a ritual.

He was fine with the coagulation toxin when he drank it with water.

"Okay, snakes will be snakes." Looking at this blue death gaze, Tianmeng's voice became stronger.

Yes, the body now controlled by Tianmeng has become something similar to a soul bone, but it is still a soul bone.

"That's what I said, but I still think it's more important to be hateful. Walking down the side street, coiled snakes are scary. At the same time, if you meet someone who hates and causes trouble, there is a small chance that he will be beaten severely. He will lie on his shoulders.

It's just the same if he has a cat or a fox. Everyone will think that he is unloving and is not a person worth dating."

"Do you seem like someone who is afraid of a severe beating?" Qianjie glanced sideways at Tianmeng, "And with his mouth, there's no use pretending to be hateful. He's still going to get a severe beating."

"It feels so wrong." Tianmeng's voice brought out a sense of excitement, and with me as the center, the air around me suddenly started to ripple.

That thing can now actively absorb the energy of heaven and earth, and it can do so at an incredible speed.

"I just loved hearing what he said. My eloquence is..."

Today Qianjie tried again, adding two drops of blood to Tianmeng's soul ritual of regression.

And I felt keenly that the thing had no connection with me anymore. It was worse than the feeling when I manipulated the flowing soul bone, and the aura exuded by the blood silkworm was the same as Qianjie.

It might be more appropriate to call it Blood Silkworm.

In reality, it is another matter. Tianmeng did not really become my liguai, my liguai was a blood silkworm.

"If he wants to show his role, useful things must exist in the world to waste air." Qianjie grabbed Tianmeng and threw it back over his shoulder, "Not yet, he should be able to use Qiao Qun's simulation talent now.

Alright?"
Chapter completed!