Douluo live long see

"Collecting corpses? Digging graves is definitely not a good thing, is it? Chengying, you get out of the way, I can't kill you, and I can't do harm to the people?" Rong Nianbing looked unhappy, and suddenly got stuck in the middle of this forced act. It's too annoying.

Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment, then scratched her head in embarrassment: "Is digging graves that bad?"

The information that the two parties have come into contact with is different, which leads to different things they think. For example, in modern times, digging graves is still quite a loss, but it is like archaeologists, or notes on tomb robbers. Suddenly, people have subconsciously ignored that ancient tomb robbery is a felony.

"Okay! In this day and age, tomb robbery is indeed a thing! But you should ask him yourself! I think these limbs may not necessarily be dug from the grave."

Cheng Ying stepped aside so that Du Buer could look at Rong Nianbing. Originally, Rong Nianbing thought that Du Buer would dodge his eyes, so he didn't dare to look directly at him, trying to make excuses or lie.

But I saw him looking at her without fear, even with anger hidden in his eyes.

This made him also interested: "Then tell yourself, where did these limbs come from?"

"Hehe! Where did you come from? You don't know that I run a big soul fighting arena!" Du Buer sneered: "People will die in soul fighting, and not every team has a good relationship. As long as you give money, A lot of people would love to sell me their useless limbs, then burn their heads and torsos to ashes and take them back to fool people."

Rong Nianbing was at a loss for words, although what Du Buer said was ugly, but the fact is like this, not to mention that not everyone who participates in the soul fighting has his own team, and it may be several months before someone finds out, that kind of person Take their limbs and no one will know.

"But what about Title Douluo? Soul Douluo might still participate in soul fighting, but how could Title Douluo participate? Where did you get Title Douluo's limbs?"

"I killed it!" Du Buer said without hesitation: "I killed two Title Douluo and took off their limbs."

"Haha! Admit it! You..." Rong Nianbing was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I killed them, what does it have to do with you? Those two people had a grudge against me, so I killed them. Could it be that you are their relatives and friends? If not, then what right do you have to meddle in their own business, or is it because of me?" It's different from everyone else, so I can only be killed by others, and I can only kill me at the neck?"

This time, Rong Nianbing was completely silent. Taking off limbs is indeed cruel, but everyone is dead. How to treat the corpses is at best an ethical issue, and it does not rise to the level of right and wrong.

"That's why! If you want to slay demons and demons, eradicate evil soul masters, you have to keep your eyes open." Cheng Yingyu patted Rong Nianbing's shoulder earnestly, and said in a tone like an elder teaching a junior.

Rong Nianbing really wanted to refute, but in view of being surrounded by a 99-year-old immortal, he finally gave up. Although he has become a god, his age is far from this guy.

"Du Buer, I apologized to you for what happened before, but your secret has been broken, can you tell us, what is your martial soul? Why do you need to replace your limbs?"

Chengying felt pain when he looked at Du Buer's strangely stitched body, not to mention how painful it was to connect the nerves without anesthesia, but he said that the daily rejection was enough.

It's no wonder that Chengying has always felt that Du Buer's expression is a little stiff, probably because he has been gritting his teeth to endure the pain on weekdays, resulting in a facial paralysis-like expression.

"Wuhun? Hehe, it would be great if I had a Wuhun!" Du Buer sneered, "If I had a Wuhun, I wouldn't have to destructively use my spirit power to strengthen myself when fighting."

"Wait! Are you sure you don't have a Martial Soul, not the original Martial Soul?" Cheng Ying's pupils contracted, maybe Du Buer is the ancestor of the original Martial Soul?

"Body spirit? What is that?"

"The martial soul is a part of the body, such as hands, feet, eyes and nose, etc. For people with this kind of martial soul, the organs corresponding to the martial soul will become stronger than ordinary people.

If you don't feel this way, it's also possible that your martial soul is your body itself, and your body's physique has become stronger, but you didn't realize the existence of the main body martial soul. " Chengying explained to him.

Du Buer shook his head and said: "There is no such thing as a martial soul, at least I have never heard of it, and it cannot be. After I awakened the martial soul, my body has not become stronger at all, except for the extra soul power, I have nothing.

But even if I don't have a martial spirit, I still want to become a soul master, so I risked being almost killed by a soul beast, hunted and killed the soul beast, and then continued to practice.

It may be because I was born full of soul power. I practiced very quickly. I reached level 12 at the age of nine, and got the third soul ring at the age of [-], but it was useless. The improvement of soul power has greatly improved my combat effectiveness negligible.

I don't have soul skills, and my body is as fragile as a weapon soul master of the same level. I don't have any special abilities, and I may not even be able to fight a one-ring soul master. Do you think this may be the body soul you mentioned? "

"So how on earth did you cultivate to the title of Douluo? It stands to reason that in your situation, you should have died a long time ago!" Chengying sat cross-legged in the ice cave, and the temperature here made him very comfortable.

"Indeed, under normal circumstances, I should die young, because a soul master like me is useless at all, but I don't intend to give up, I have found a warrior among the common people.

They are extremely weak and have no soul power. They have developed a lot of martial arts in order to protect themselves. I endured their humiliation and learned from them, learned their martial arts skills, and summarized them into my own strength.

It's just that this is not enough, soul masters of the same level can still hang me easily, which proves that I am still a waste, the change happened when I was in the fourth ring, when I went to hunt soul beasts, I was almost bitten by a colorful tiger die.

Before I died, my eyes were blank, and then my whole body turned iron gray under the surge of soul power, and I exerted a power far beyond normal conditions, beating the tiger soul beast to death.

I thought my martial soul had finally awakened, but later I found out that it was just a special fighting skill, in a life-or-death crisis, I forcibly strengthened my body with soul power and erupted with powerful strength.

This technique has made me stronger among my peers, but strength will not come without a price. Every time I use it, my body will suffer irreparable damage.

Two years later, I reached the soul king of the five rings, but my limbs were almost useless. I was desperate and used my savings to secretly buy a corpse of a soul sect. The severe pain saw off my blue-black arm..."

[To be continued]

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