In Douluo, he devoured Tang San's spirit at the beginning

Chapter 7: The Blue Silver Emperor was taken away with all his roots and grass.

Realizing the anxious look on his martial soul's face, Han Yu regained his senses, took the beautiful Blue Silver Emperor soul bone in his left hand, and summoned the small tree martial soul with his right hand.

Unexpectedly, the moment the small tree spirit appeared, it stretched out countless tiny vines to wrap around the right leg bone, and absorbed it into the body in the blink of an eye. This was very different from the speed at which it absorbed Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer spirit into the body.

Han Yu looked at his empty left hand and was dumbfounded.

My right leg bone, which was as big as a hundred thousand year old Blue Silver Emperor, was gone just like that.

The small tree seemed to be digesting this delicious food and ignored Han Yu's expression. It just stretched out a few vines and wanted to touch the Blue Silver Emperor growing on the ground.

Han Yu came back to his senses suddenly as if struck by a bolt from the blue. He exerted a little force with his right hand, wrapped his right hand with his left hand, looked at the dry branch in his hand fiercely, and spoke word by word.

"Give! Me! My 100,000-year-old Blue-Silver-Royal-Soul-Bone!"

Confession is lenient, resistance is strict.

Even though it was his own martial soul, Han Yu did not intend to let him go. This was a hundred thousand year soul bone, just like a novice obtaining an "sss" equipment with no level restriction.

Just as Han Yu was about to use lynching, he suddenly felt a cool and comfortable feeling in his right leg, just like a person who had been training in the sun in the hot summer and drank the long-dreamed-of iced cola. This feeling gradually surrounded his whole body, and his whole body and mind felt extremely comfortable.

After a moment, Han Yu opened his eyes, a flash of blue light flashed in his black eyes, and then disappeared.

"well done."

If you do the right thing, you will be rewarded; if you do the wrong thing, you will be lynched.

He looked up at the position of the sun and realized that several hours had passed. The sun in the distant sky was emitting yellow light, shining its last ray of warm light of the day on everyone in Douluo Continent, no matter how rich or poor, whether they were soul masters or not.

"Why are you different from before?"

Sighing at the passage of time, Han Yu looked at his own martial soul in his hand, stroked his chin lightly, frowned slightly and observed.

The small tree at this time was completely different from the dead branch before. It now exuded a vibrant breath all over its body. Even on the small trunk, a thin branch grew. In the center of the branch, a small Haotian Hammer was embedded horizontally. There was also a small black halo embedded near the root of the branch.

"What the hell!"

Han Yu realized later that a black halo had appeared under his feet and was moving up and down around his body.

"Wang Defa!"

Feeling the changes in himself, Han Yu tilted his head to the side. His black pupils turned gray, his mind went blank, and he froze.

I don't know how much time had passed before I heard Tang San's anxious call.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother! Are you okay?"

Han Yu gradually came back to his senses and looked at the pig head in front of him. He was shocked. He thought he had entered a soul beast's nest without knowing when, and there was such an ugly soul beast. He raised his foot and kicked the pig head in front of him aside.

"Pighead" rolled on the ground twice, stood up and said dissatisfiedly.

"Pot, what are you doing?"

It turned out that the person in front of him was Tang San, who was resting well in his stinky bed, but was pulled up by Tang Hao who was worried about Han Yu's safety and forced to go out to look for him. Tang San, whose body had not yet recovered, limped around the Holy Spirit Village for several circles, and then came to the valley where he usually practiced. He wanted to sigh about the difficulty of life, but he saw his brother's figure halfway up the mountain. Tang San thought that Han Yu had accidentally fallen down, and regardless of his inconvenience in his legs and feet, he hurried to where Han Yu was, and saw Han Yu's empty eyes again.

Tang San was so anxious that he shook Han Yu's body and shouted loudly. Unfortunately, the "pig-head" face scared Han Yu.

"Xiao San. You scared me. I thought the pig-headed men had invaded the village."

Han Yu heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that the "pig-headed man" in front of him was Tang San. According to the legend, there are no female "pig-headed men", only males, and when they are extremely hungry, they will not even let go of little boys.

"Brother, what are you doing here? Dad is worried about you."

Seeing that his brother was fine, Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly walked up to Han Yu and said sourly.

"you"

Han Yu's eyelids jumped, looking at the withered Blue Silver Emperor being stepped on by Tang San, countless words stuck in his throat, not knowing how to say them.

"Forget it, go home."

After greeting Tang San, Han Yu walked in front and led the way home.

Walking on the road, Han Yu carefully felt the changes in his body. His whole body seemed to have become much lighter, and he could fly in the air with a little effort. Moreover, there was a surging breath of life in every part of his body.

Flying and wildfires cannot be blown away, they will grow again with the wind.

When Han Yu looked deep into his mind, he saw a small blue silver grass growing next to the tree. It was the same blue silver grass he had seen before, with golden patterns on its body. This was the Blue Silver King that Han Yu was familiar with.

"That is to say, I not only absorbed the Blue Silver Emperor's martial spirit, but also her spirit ring, and even moved her away with her roots and grass."

His thoughts returned to reality, Han Yu glanced at the "pig-headed" Tang San walking beside him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

With a "bang", the door of the blacksmith shop was kicked open from the outside, and the plaque above the blacksmith shop was crumbling.

"Who is it? Huh?"

Angrily, Tang Hao walked out of the inner room. The moment he saw Han Yu, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had discovered something.

"Lao Deng!"

Han Yu walked into the house carelessly, scooped up a spoonful of water with a spoon and drank it down his stomach. He was exhausted this afternoon.

After drinking the water, Han Yu handed the spoon to Tang San who was about to cook, and walked up to Tang Hao and said arrogantly.

"Old Deng! You don't know what I went through this afternoon. There's a saying, the protagonist is the protagonist. I was strolling outside today, and guess what. Hey! I actually found a soul bone, and that soul bone looks, wow. It's so beautiful."

Han Yu pretended to recall his experience, but Tang Hao's face became darker and darker, his muscles were twitching, and his fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound.

"I absorbed the soul bone, and my little hammer seems to have an extra soul ring, a black one. What a pity about the blue silver grass, it was so beautiful, but it was stepped on to death by Xiao San. I was planning to take it back and keep it. What a pity."

As he spoke, Han Yu summoned out the Clear Sky Hammer, and a black soul ring suddenly appeared under his feet, floating up and down around him.

After hearing the last part, Tang Hao looked dangerously at Tang San who was cooking.

(End of this chapter)