Douluo's Gourd

After the wind and snow that besieged the lonely mountain and the land receded, the layers of depressions, as well as the messy and desolate permafrost all over the ground were exposed.

The sun passed through the dark clouds and fell on the ground, like a red curtain closed after the curtain of a big drama.

Hao Te ran to the edge of the giant pit with Oscar, who had overdrawn soul power on his back, and the scene was even more tragic than they had imagined.

In the center of the cracked pit lies an invisible "creature".

Although the outline of the giant dragon can be seen from the shape, the scorched black shell makes it difficult to connect it with the silver-white, crystal-like giant dragon.

A pair of shattered large wings were also scorched and fragile to the naked eye, as if they would make a snapping sound when pinched with a little force with your fingers.

Next to Heitan's skeleton, sat a black-haired boy who calmly ate grilled sausage.

Sweat seeped quietly from his pores, turned into steam and rose slowly like cooking smoke, and wet the white loose cotton coat.

Every muscle fiber exposed under the soaked clothes has a steel-like color.

The footsteps of Hao Te and Oscar caught Wang Xiaofeng's attention.

With just one look, both Haote and Oscar on the back felt a heavy pressure, it was a chilling aura, as if being choked by the throat, making people breathless.

"It's you." Wang Xiaofeng lowered his eyes, as if the real murderous aura receded like a tide, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

But the goosebumps that jumped all over his body showed that it was not an illusion.

Hao Te looked at him quietly, with some unfamiliarity in his scrutinizing eyes, as if meeting him for the first time.

This is the genius who overwhelmed Wuhundian and won the elite competition?

But Xiao Ao's strength is still within the range of brain comprehension, this...

Even though the giant dragon was lying on the side, Haote still felt a little unreal, and looked at the falling snowflakes with dull eyes.

Is the gap between people so great?

Hao Te doubted his life there, and Oscar, who had regained some physical strength, slid off him, and with Wang Xiaofeng's backing, his courage also swelled a lot.

He pulled out a stone stick from the compacted pit, and poked it on the scorched dragon's body, "Why didn't this four-legged lizard come out with a soul ring?"

"Because it's not dead yet." Wang Xiaofeng swallowed the big recovery sausage, and casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"However, its entire cervical spine was smashed, and the parts below the head could not move. It was no different from being dead."

Oscar looked at the body of the dragon exuding a faint smell of meat, and said in shock: "You didn't die from such an injury?!"

"Dead? You underestimate dragons as creatures." Wang Xiaofeng smiled, "If you give it enough time, it's not impossible to heal itself."

Ignoring Oscar who was fumbling here and there, Wang Xiaofeng looked at Hao Te, "Ho Te, what do you think of it as your seventh spirit ring?"

"Ah?" Hao Te was stunned for a moment, with a little emotion on his face, but he finally endured it, waved his hand and said, "We don't know its age, let's forget it."

"The age of the four-legged lizard..." Oscar seemed to have thought of something, and said in surprise, "Could it be that the master taught you what he kept at the bottom of the box?"

The stuff at the bottom of the master's box refers to a series of inherited knowledge of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, including but not limited to, the methods and means of determining the age of various soul beasts with dragon blood.

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head, "That's the knowledge passed down by the family, even a master can't disclose it without the family's authorization."

"However, I know that it is definitely not more than 2 years old." Wang Xiaofeng blinked and said with certainty.

"Eh?"

They don't know how to judge, but they can determine the age, which arouses the curiosity of the two of them.

Wang Xiaofeng didn't show off, and said to Oscar: "Remember when you first got the phantom sausage, you introduced the flaws of soul skills, moving will destroy the invisibility, and..."

"Also, being able to be seen through by a soul master whose soul power is ten levels higher than his own." Oscar swallowed, and added.

Wang Xiaofeng spread his hands, it goes without saying.

The level of a soul master and the lifespan of a soul beast are clearly two things, completely different, but the judgment rules for soul skills can be applied to each other.

So, human beings are actually soul beasts?

"This white dragon is so strong, I didn't expect it to be less than 2 years old." Thinking of this Haote gave me a toothache, I didn't expect that I have been in the mercenary world for so many years, and I can't even stand it with two claws, it's shameful.

"Bailong can be regarded as a rare genius among soul beasts, so age and strength naturally cannot be linked." Wang Xiaofeng smiled.

"How? Although the age of the white dragon is a bit low compared to the seventh spirit ring, but the quality is very high. In addition, your martial spirit is mutated because of it. Maybe you can absorb its spirit ring. It can tap the deeper potential of the martial spirit."

According to Grandmaster's theoretical research, the age of the seventh spirit ring can be chosen between 3 and 5 years.

As for Haote's physical fitness, he could choose at least a 5000-year-old soul beast as the seventh soul ring, so choosing a soul beast less than 2 years old was somewhat aggrieved.

A soul beast with a higher age can not only provide a more powerful soul ring, but also increase the body and soul power more, which can save a lot of training time.

"A 2-year-old white dragon is already pretty good. What's more, high-level soul beasts are not so easy to hunt." Hao Te shook his head with a wry smile. If he really wanted to hunt a 4-year-old soul beast, Hua The savings of these years alone are not enough, and a lot of favors have to be owed to form a soul hunting team.

And now he is facing a very embarrassing problem, the transition from half tank and half output to pure output.

The ten-thousand-year soul beast with both offense and defense that was previously selected for the seventh soul ring is no longer suitable for the new martial soul, and a suitable soul beast needs to be selected again.

But that would require more money and time to find soul beasts, and what he lacks most now is time and money, for which he is willing to take a gamble.

Bet that his Wuhun has more potential.

Even if you lose the bet, the worst thing you can do is return to the original point, and you will not lose anything.

Thinking of this, Hao Te no longer hesitated, and shouted to Oscar not far away: "Little Ao, do you still have the energy to make sausages?"

"I still have the strength to use the first soul ability." Oscar put down the stone stick in his hand and replied loudly.

Then he chanted a spell to summon two large recovery sausages.

He didn't notice that the scorched black dragon's head under the stone stick suddenly cracked a small gap, and malicious eyes flowed out from the gap.

The remaining soul power in the body was forcibly condensed together under the control of mental power.

Damn human, don't think you can bully me at will if you win!

I am

Lord of Winter!

Resting cross-legged not far away, Wang Xiaofeng suddenly turned his head and shouted at Oscar: "Run!"

When Oscar heard the sound, he subconsciously wanted to run away, but his tired body couldn't react immediately, and then, his eyes were filled with white light.

The sudden light burst out from the dragon's head, which caught him off guard.

Oscar's eyes were flashed by the dazzling light, and his misty eyes only saw a figure standing in front of him.

"The sixth soul skill, Winter's Control!"

Hao Te's sturdy body stood in front of Oscar, the light representing the increase in defense flashed past, and a thin layer of soul power shield formed on both sides.

Along with the dazzling light, there is boundless coercion.

The coercion that seemed to be falling apart fell heavily on the three of them.

Even if the snow from the sky falls on him, it is as heavy as a thousand weights at this moment.

Although the coercion only lasted for less than a second.

Bailong's mental strength was like fireworks in summer, reaching its peak in an instant, and then dissipated quickly.

But enough is enough.

With the soul power as the salary and the spirit as the flame, the dragon's breath burst out successfully.

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