Douluo's Night

Heaven is ruthless, humanity is ruthless.

The young man took his last breath and looked at the black sky. Even though he was at the end of his rope, he laughed, with black blood flowing down the corners of his mouth.

Thunder rumbled across the sky and the earth, as if the sky was angry and sneering.

"It's numerous fun to fight the destiny."

The young man blinked his eyes tiredly, and the last trace of his soul dissipated, and then his body turned into dust and dissipated in the sky and earth.

What his nose smelled was sober night air, not blood. Ye Xi opened his black eyes alertly and looked around.

He actually didn't die. After being defeated by Tiandao, he should have been wiped out. Why? . .

There was a hint of sadness in the dark eyes of the night, he still lost, lost in the battle with the sky.

But he has no regrets. Since he has chosen this path, there is no way back.

"Where am I?" Ye Xie soon discovered that he was reborn, or in other words, his soul floated into the body of another unlucky guy.

What a coincidence, this person is also called Ye Zi.

He opened his palms and found that the possessed person was probably very weak and looked like he had not practiced or had studied martial arts.

He stood up and found that he was in a room similar to a solitary cell. It seemed that this person had committed some mistake before and was being held captive here.

Ye Shi touched her face, then her chest, and then her lower part, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't take away a woman, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing.

He heard the footsteps going back and forth outside the confinement room, and then glanced out the window. He had the idea of ​​breaking out of the door directly, but it was very unrealistic. His current body was frighteningly weak.

Any opponent in his previous life could easily be defeated with just a few clicks of his fingers.

"This world...what kind of world is it?"

Ye Xi closed his eyes and began to recall the memories in his body. After a while, he opened his eyes, and his dark eyes were clear.

This world, or this continent, is called Douluo Continent. There is no magic, no martial arts, and no fighting power, but there are magical martial arts spirits. When everyone here is 6 years old, they will awaken their spirits in the Spirit Hall with the help of a spirit master. Martial spirits include animals, plants, and utensils. Martial spirits can assist people in their daily lives, and people with special talents can use them to practice and fight.

Ye Zi's parents died. Because he wanted to stand out, he came to Wuhun Hall, a powerful force in Douluo Continent, and wanted to enter Wuhun Hall and become an apprentice.

But Wuhun Palace's requirements for students were so high, how could they accept a little kid of unknown origin? Of course, they refused outright.

Ye Xi was also ridiculed by the students in Wuhun Hall. At that time, Xiao Universe burst out and wanted to teach them to prove themselves, but was punched away and fainted.

This is why Ye Se is here. If nothing else happens, he is now in a branch of Wuhun Palace.

However, it seems that there was internal injury from this punch, otherwise the original night color would not be dead.

Wuhun. . . What a low-level thing, the corner of Ye Xie's mouth twitched, he has learned martial arts to a high level, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, Haoran's righteousness will last forever. In the past, what he cultivated was Qi, but now what he needs to cultivate is soul power.

So, what is the martial spirit that I was reborn in? After knowing that the martial spirit determines everything, Ye Xie began to mobilize the weak power in his body, began to look for his own martial spirit, and tried to use it.

He is now six years old, but actually Ye Xie has never used his martial spirit once, or in other words, he died before he could use it.

After a while, Ye's face turned pale, and his head felt dizzy. There was too little soul power that this body could mobilize.

Ye Zi clicked his tongue, then took a deep breath, mobilized his soul power to his Dantian, and then detonated it.

He groaned and felt a sense of weakness and warmth in his body. This was a very strange feeling, which meant that he had forcibly activated his martial spirit.

But what is my martial spirit?

Ye Xi looked at his hands. There was no sword or spear or halberd in the hand, not even a hoe.

Looking at his body, there were no changes caused by activating the beast martial soul. If it was a beast martial soul, it would at least have some hair.

Ye Zi sighed, with a hint of tiredness in his voice. Forget it, it wasn't the first time he died. Although he knew he would die this time in the battle with the sky, it seemed that his life was not meant to be cut off. It was good to survive.

The originally bright lights in the room seemed to dim a little with this sigh.

The dark eyes of the night flashed and he looked at the candlelight beside him. The candlelight seemed to be wrapped in black gauze and could not be seen clearly.

"This...could it be my martial spirit?" Ye Xie tried to control his own martial spirit, but finally gave up due to lack of physical strength.

The room was bright again, and he sat on the ground with a headache. His black eyes showed a trace of vicissitudes of life and blood, and he began to perform the breathing method from his previous life.

Now there is no energy, but there is soul power. Ye Shi carefully mobilizes the poor soul power in his body and begins to warm it up.

. . . . . .

After sitting cross-legged and meditating for a night, Ye Xi's energy improved a little, and the internal injuries in his body disappeared.

He was still trying to figure out what skills he could practice in his previous life in this life. The noisy footsteps outside the door suddenly quieted down. He heard heavy footsteps in the night. From the footsteps and breathing, he could initially guess that it was an old man.

But this old man is very energetic and does not sound like an old man.

The old man came to the door and opened the door.

"You are the kid who was accidentally injured yesterday, right? Our Spirit Hall made a mistake in this matter." The old man smiled softly, without any apology in his tone. All he had to do was make a gesture, "I heard that you want Join Wuhun Hall, but you are not six years old yet, wait until you are six years old and try again."

The face was calm in the night, and the depth and vicissitudes of life in his eyes gradually disappeared, turning into the purity of a five or six-year-old child.

He raised his hands in a dignified manner and said, "Grandpa, I am six years old today. I originally hoped to awaken my martial spirit in the martial spirit hall, but..." There was a trace of fear and fear on his face. Obviously thinking about what happened yesterday.

"That's it." The old man looked at Ye Xi's body with a smile on his face, shaking his head slightly in his heart. What kind of good martial spirit could be awakened by such a weak body?

But for the sake of the good reputation of Wuhun Palace, the old man said with a smile, "Then I will take you to awaken the Wuhun. After you awaken the Wuhun, I will make a decision. What do you think?"

"Thank you," Ye Xie said respectfully, feeling like she was vomiting at her acting skills.