Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in Dragon King

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

The Evil Eye Tyrant, who was about eight thousand years old, raised his huge pupils. The moment he saw Qian Mo, a thick black ray shot out of his pupils without any explanation.

A white illusory figure stood in Qian Mo's sea of ​​consciousness and suddenly threw a punch at the black rays.

The fist force that set off the mental storm collided with the black ray, and the black ray fell apart in an instant, but Qian Mo's body also stopped for a moment.

Mental paralysis ray! Qian Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. The Evil Eye Tyrant was indeed very good at mental attacks.

The face of the Demon King with Evil Eyes appeared. Qian Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, and countless dark green vines broke out of the ground. The Evil King's movement speed was not fast, and his mental attack could not break through the defense that restricted Qian Mo. In the blink of an eye, he was entangled tightly.

Trapped, the Evil Eye Tyrant roared, and the surrounding spirits became noticeably more agitated. All its tentacles simultaneously erected, and at the tip of each stood an eye identical to its own, albeit much smaller. At this moment, each eye emitted a strange light.

But the next moment, purple venom gushed out from the dark green vines that were wrapped around it and smeared every eye on the tentacle. A layer of weak light also enveloped its huge pupil body, making its spirit wilted.

Qian Mo took light steps and gracefully came in front of the Evil Eye Tyrant, pointing a finger at the Evil Eye Tyrant's big eyeballs.

Since you are an unyielding spirit of the spiritual system, I will use my mental power to completely subdue you!
Above an invisible and intangible spiritual sea, the God King in White and the Evil-Eyed Tyrant stood facing each other.

Although the white-robed God King currently visualized in Qianmo's spiritual sea is not solid, he is still very imposing and has some of the demeanor of a God King.

The God King in White slowly extended a palm and pressed down on the Evil Eye Tyrant, with an extremely domineering mental pressure, trying to make him surrender.

Facing the oppression of the White-robed God King, the spirit of the Evil Eye Tyrant was filled with unwillingness in his huge pupils. He struggled desperately and burst out with a violent will.

Immediately afterwards, its huge eye pupils with a diameter of three hundred meters suddenly turned completely bright red, and a huge bright red light beam suddenly shot out.

Seeing the Evil-Eyed Tyrant's stubborn resistance, the God King in White sighed softly, and his entire figure completely disappeared, replaced by a pair of golden eyes that suddenly opened in the void.

"I alone am the gods!"

A violent spiritual gale rippled through the void, and a terrifying crimson pillar of light dissipated in the air. A violent roar echoed, and the sea of ​​​​spirituality seemed to collapse. The Evil Eye Tyrant wailed as he fell from the sky, crashing into the sea of ​​​​spirituality and sinking into it.

In reality, the Evil Eye Tyrant slowly closed its huge single pupil, and then its huge body began to become transparent, and a blood-red smoke floated out of its pupil and covered Qian Mo's entire body.

A strange and immense spiritual power rippled around him, causing the air to twist strangely. Qian Mo felt a strange aura seeping into his body. His body, like a vast ocean, absorbed the blood-colored smoke.

After the Evil Eye Tyrant was completely integrated into Qian Mo's body, four thousand-year soul rings rose from under 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. We can tame the unyielding soul. Na'er, can't you pull Qian Mo into the Spirit Tower?" Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but say to 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."

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

Ripples appeared on the golden light gate, and Qian Mo walked out of the golden light gate, looking energetic, obviously having gained a lot.

Leng Yaozhu was standing nearby, smiling. She exclaimed with sincere admiration, "Qian Mo, you truly amaze me every time." Qian Mo bowed to Leng Yaozhu and thanked her, "Thank you, His Majesty, for giving me this opportunity!"

"Well, okay. Let's pay then." Leng Yaozhu smiled and said lightly: "Friendship price, 100 million federal coins."

When Qian Mo heard this number, he was shocked and asked in surprise: "Isn't the Soul Tower half price?"

Leng Yaozhu smiled faintly, "The Unyielding Soul is extremely precious. You were able to obtain it in the Soul Tower because I opened a backdoor for you. And you still want half the price?"

"Besides, I've already given you the remaining tens of millions."

"Okay," Qian Mo took out the black card and handed it to Leng Yaozhu. This amount of money was not a problem for him.

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

“Is the cost of artificial souls really that high?”

Artificial souls can easily cost millions or even tens of millions, which is such a high price. Strictly speaking, artificial souls may not necessarily bring progress to the soul master world.

Leng Yaozhu showed a mysterious smile and said vaguely: "The creation of souls is not that simple!"

……

Qian Mo returned to Shrek Academy and continued to devote himself to the forging journey in full swing.

“BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!”

Inside the forging room, two figures were swinging forging hammers like a violent storm.

One of them is Qian Mo with golden eyes, waving a forging hammer wrapped in holy flames and continuously hitting the Holy Heart Iron in front of him. The other one looks like a Black Tortoise Rider, but is a little different. His face looks more like a dragon head, and the Black Tortoise tattoo on his body has changed into dragon and snake patterns, and his right arm is covered with staggered golden dragon scales.

Qian Mo added the "spirit" of Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline to the Black Tortoise Rider's mask, transforming it into a Dragon Snake Rider.

Because when Qian Mo copied Tang Wulin's "spirit", Tang Wulin lifted a seal on the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, so the abilities inherited by the Dragon Snake Rider are also Tang Wulin's abilities after the seal was broken, that is, his qi and blood and the Golden Dragon Claw.

In order to allow the Yang Soul Essence and the Holy Heart Iron to completely fuse the aura of a certain martial soul, Qian Mo created the Dragon Snake Rider and let him forge the Yang Soul Essence, fusing the aura of the Divine Mask martial soul with the metal, while he himself used the Eight-Winged Seraph martial soul to forge the Holy Heart Iron.

The dragon and snake rider held high in each hand a forging hammer made of basalt shields. The hammers in his hands were sometimes nimble and sometimes heavy. The whole forging process was as smooth as flowing water without any obstruction.

Qian Mo was multitasking, forging the Sacred Heart Iron himself while controlling the Dragon and Snake Riders to forge the Yang Soul Essence. They also worked together to hammer the Chaos Gold in the center.

"rise!"

Qian Mo roared, and simultaneously with the Dragon Snake Rider, he brought down his hammer. Hundred Forgings, Thousand Forgings, First Grade, and Fusion Forging followed naturally. A trio of white, silver, and gold light rose from the metal, a full ten feet high. Within the light, two figures seemed to slowly merge.

(End of this chapter)