Douluo's myth of Haotian

"Douluo: The Myth of Haotian"

The white-gold mist temple is suspended above thousands of thick fogs.

Suddenly, a ball of white-gold mist fell from Jiutian, directly covering the entire Mist Temple.

At that moment, Tang Bufan's soul was throbbing, and he vaguely sensed something. He raised his head and looked into the void, looking through the layers of thick fog and seeing the scene above.

A faint shadow of a middle-aged man appeared above the Fog Temple shrouded in white-golden fog.

The middle-aged man in the fog is none other than the God of Fog who descended from the God Realm. Of course, this is just a projection of him.

Wu Shen's eyes were slightly surprised that someone could sense him despite the isolation of his domain. He wanted to see who it was, and it couldn't be another god. This was such a coincidence.

His eyes passed through the thick fog and fell directly on Tang Bufan, and he instantly understood Tang Bufan's cultivation.At the same time, the thunder mark between Tang Bufan's eyebrows seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and unexpectedly emerged on its own, emitting a purple-gold light.

Through the thick fog, Tang Bufan and the God of Fog looked at each other, and for the first time there was a look of shock in their eyes. Is this shadow in the thick fog the legendary God of Fog?

It was really powerful, even if it didn't come in its true form, it still made his soul throb and he felt great pressure.

Wu Shen was also surprised when he saw the mark on Tang Bufan's forehead, but soon became regretful.

"12 years old, level 58 Soul King, the prototype of a divine soul has formed in his mind. This kind of talent is unprecedented, and he has also obtained the inheritance of the God of Thunder. However, the God of Thunder has completely fallen. Even if he obtains his inheritance, I am afraid that there will be twists and turns in the step of becoming a god. !”

After a while, the God of Fog ignored Tang Bufan and disappeared directly into the temple.

In the Mist Temple, the Mist God looked at the girl submerged in the mist, nodded with satisfaction, and moved his lips slightly.

A bolt from the blue suddenly sounded in Zihan's mind, which was originally at a loss.

"Sit down cross-legged, close your eyes and meditate, absorb the mist, and awaken your martial spirit."

Zi Han felt that this voice was extremely kind, and without any doubt, she sat down cross-legged and began to practice the Hunyuan Gong.

An hour later, surprise appeared on Wu Shen's face, "I didn't expect it to be absorbed so quickly. I thought it would take three hours?"

After absorbing the mist on the altar, Zihan's whole temperament changed. He vaguely revealed an ancient and noble temperament, and his whole body became ethereal and difficult to fathom.

Wu Shen nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, at the age of 12 and level 34, our Ye family finally has a genius, and I will pass on the divine status to you, so I can go out and explore the universe with peace of mind!"

When Zihan heard someone talking, she quickly opened her eyes and saw a handsome and friendly middle-aged man.

She rolled her eyes, and combined with what she heard just now, she suddenly became excited and said excitedly: "Ye Zihan, the descendant of the Ye family, has met the ancestor!"

Wu Shen chuckled and said: "Yes, you are very clever, and you can guess my identity. Well, back to the topic, the reason why I came to see you today is to pass on the divine status to you. I will be there when you reach level 99. Return to the Mist Temple for the final inheritance. By the way, your martial spirit has been completely awakened and is now in its true form. As for the future cultivation methods of the martial spirit, I have already imprinted it on your mind, so you can slowly think about it later!"

After saying that, the mist god's shadow disappeared.

Outside, in the purple realm, Qing Yu is very worried, "Brother Tang, what do you think we should do next? Will something happen to Zi Han?"

Tang Bufan's eyes were calm, "Qingyu, don't worry, I think Zihan will be out soon!"

"But now that the Mist Temple has risen into the sky, how can she come down?"

Tang Bufan frowned, "Okay, I'll fly up to the sky and take a look. You guys stay where you are and don't move."

After speaking, Tang Bufan summoned the phoenix wings, flapped his wings, and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the depths of the thick fog.

Although the thick fog can suppress mental power, it has no effect on soul bone skills. Therefore, even if he flies in the thick fog, Tang Bufan is not a headless fly.

In less than 5 minutes, Tang Bufan broke through the thick fog and saw the Fog Temple floating quietly in the distance above the clouds transformed by the mist.

He spread his wings and flew over. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the hall, he found Zi Han walking out of it.

The two looked at each other, both of them a little surprised.

Tang Bufan immediately noticed some mysterious changes on Dao Zihan, but when he thought that even the God of Fog was alarmed, it was natural for him to have some changes.

Zi Han did not expect that Tang Bufan would appear at the entrance of the hall.

"Brother Tang, why are you here?"

Tang Bufan said nothing and pointed downward.

Zihan couldn't help but look down, and couldn't help but be surprised. Isn't the Mist Temple on the ground?Why are you appearing in the sky now?

Tang Bufan flew directly up the stairs outside the Mist Temple and explained, "Qingyu and the others are worried about your safety and are afraid that you won't be able to come down after accepting the inheritance, so I flew up to pick you up! Let me carry you down!"

Zi Han's face turned slightly red, but she finally nodded.

Tang Bufan no longer hesitated, picked up Zihan and flew downwards.

12-year-old Zihan is already over 1.6 meters tall, but she is not heavy.In his two lifetimes, this was the first time that Tang Bufan had such close contact with a girl.

Smelling the fragrance emanating from Zihan's body, his mind was inevitably shaken. As a result, his body was unbalanced and he almost made a big joke.

However, Tang Bufan quickly put away his distracting thoughts and flew smoothly towards the ground.

It was also the first time for Zi Han to have close contact with the opposite sex. Her face was slightly red, and she looked slightly obsessed with Tang Bufan's handsome face.

Soon, the two landed on the ground again, and a circle of purple field spread out, dispersing the thick fog, and everyone's vision returned to normal.

Seeing Zihan safe and sound, Qingyu and the others put down their worries. Suddenly, a squeaking sound woke everyone up. There was joy in the voice. It was Xiaoqi.

I saw Xiao Qi surrounding Zi Han and making intimate calls, and Zi Han unexpectedly touched Xiao Qi. It was obvious that Xiao Qi seemed to enjoy it very much.

Tang Bufan's eyes showed a look of thought. It seemed that Zihan had gained a lot from this inheritance. It seemed that he at least knew the origin of Xiao Qi.

In fact, Tang Bufan was not the only one to notice the anomaly, others also looked at Zi Han strangely.

Zi Han seemed to be aware of it, looking at everyone with the same look, he quickly explained: "Xiao Qi is an ancient beast, a colorful treasure-hunting rat. It has extremely rare treasure-hunting abilities. It is a soul beast raised by the great Mist God. So he is very sensitive to my breath."

No one doubted him.

At this time, the second elder sighed: "Okay, now that everyone is here and has obtained the Mist God inheritance, it is time to return to Haotian Sect!"

Zi Han quickly said: "Second Elder, these thick fogs have no effect on me now, I will take you out right now!"

Later, under the leadership of Zihan, everyone bid farewell to Xiaoqi and left the misty forest.

Outside the foggy forest, Tang Bufan and his group of eight looked at the forest in front of them that was completely engulfed in thick fog, with complicated expressions. Some were disappointed and some were happy.