Death of Douluo

Although Yue Lan had a confused look on her face, she kept every word of Mo Fan's words in mind.

The soul ring under Mo Fan returned to its original color, and Yue Lan couldn't breathe under the pressure of the surging soul power fluctuations.

Black light bloomed from Mo Fan's fourth soul ring again, and the soul ring swung out from Mo Fan's feet and headed towards Yuelan.

Yuelan only felt that her body was no longer under her control at this moment. She didn't know whether it was trembling or fear. Even Yuelan herself no longer knew.

Black light replaced the white light, and the Zanpakutō full of cold light appeared in Mo Fan's hand.

"The God of Death? What a pity."

Mo Fan felt the choice of power in his body and sighed secretly in his heart. Compared with the power of the God of Death, the Quincy's power should be more suitable for this first step of the experiment.

After all, the power of the Death God is pure soul, while the power of the Quincy is still related to the physical bloodline.

Mo Fan raised the Zanpakuto in his hand and pointed it directly at Yue Lan's heart. The cold light made Yue Lan's heart tighten.

"Move forward."

Mo Fan's emotionless words rang out, and Yue Lan suddenly froze in place. Looking at the sharp blade that was already pressed against her heart, Yue Lan knew that as long as she took a step forward, the sharp blade at her heart would stab her mercilessly. Pierce your own heart.

"Are you still testing me?"

Yuelan felt the cold sharp edge in her heart. After a slight hesitation, she gently moved forward a small step.

The next second, a cold stinging sensation spread all over her body, and the sharp blade penetrated into her body without moving at all.

The figure who could remain calm a second ago suddenly froze in place, daring not to move.

Yue Lan looked at Mo Fan's emotionless black eyes and was immediately at a loss, but the tingling sensation in her chest reminded her that the sharp blade on her chest would really pierce her heart.

Now it was time for her to make a choice, whether to continue to obey Mo Fan's words and move forward and die from being pierced through the heart by the sharp blade on her chest, or to go back and disobey Mo Fan's orders and beg for forgiveness.

The scene suddenly became quiet, Gu Yue and Oscar looked at Yue Lan quietly, waiting for her choice.

Faced with the threat of death again, Yuelan recalled what happened when she swallowed the fairy grass before, and she didn't know what she recalled, and her expression gradually became firm.

As Yuelan stepped forward, the cold Zanpakutō blade pierced her heart.

She only felt that her heart stopped beating and her blood stopped flowing.

"Your choice...is not wrong!"

Mo Fan's gentle voice and the warm breeze caressed Yue Lan's soul.

The next second, Mo Fan's violent spiritual pressure was released crazily.

Yuelan's pupils dilated, and a feeling of weightlessness came over her. With a pop, she seemed to have fallen to the ground, but she still seemed to be standing.

With focused eyes, Yuelan looked at the figure on the ground in disbelief. That was her body, so what was going on with her at this moment.

Before she could react, she only felt that her heart was as hot as if it was going to burst. The hot feeling quickly swept through her body. She only felt that her whole body was about to melt. But strangely, in this endless heat, It was as if something was constantly integrating into her body, and she felt as if some strange changes were taking place in herself.

As the black Death Tyrant outfit gradually condensed, a brand new Zanpakutō appeared in Yuelan's hand, and a brand new spiritual pressure appeared, which belonged to Yuelan.

As Mo Fan withdrew his Zanpakutō, Yue Lan's soul body fell to the ground helplessly and merged into Yue Lan's body, while the soul ring under her body slowly returned to Mo Fan's body.

And the moment the soul ring returned to Mo Fan's body, the changes became apparent.

Suddenly three contradictory auras erupted from Mo Fan's body, the corrupted Hollow, the cold Death, and the pure Quincy.

The white bone material suddenly erupted into a strange mask covering Mo Fan's cheeks, but under the mask were normal eyes.

The moon-white spirit son was like dyeing ink, dyeing strange white lines one after another on the black Death Tyrant. The Zanpakutō had turned into Morra Prison at some point, and shone with a cold light in Mo Fan's hand.

Mo Fan's consciousness gradually blurred, and the world became dim.

In that familiar manor.

There was a figure sitting in front of Mo Fan, who was dressed in black and had blood-haired hair. He had white clothes and the same face.This is the third figure that has never appeared before, Mo Fan in white.

If the black-clothed Mofan is the projection of the Zanpakutō, and the blood-haired Mofan is the projection of the void, then this white-clothed Mofan is the projection of the Quincy.

"The choice of the main body is really beyond the expectations of all of us. We didn't expect this day to come so soon." Mofan in white said.

Black-clothed Mo Fan said calmly: "Indeed, I originally thought that we would have to wait until at least the guy in the main body breaks through level [-], but I didn't expect it to be so far in advance."

The blood-haired Mo Fan remained silent, only letting out a low laugh.

Baiyi Mofan said: "Because of the advance, although your power is stronger, the limitations are also greater. My power is about to awaken. I will find a way to solve the problem of my body."

The blood-haired Mo Fan said with a hoarse smile: "I have been thinking about it for a long time recently. Why should we solve it? Isn't letting nature take its course a solution? Our existence is inherently incompatible. It is better to take the initiative to integrate than to change!"

The blood-haired Mo Fan seemed to be targeting the white-clothed Mo Fan, and said directly and without hesitation: "Moreover, the final choice and decision lies with the body. It does not depend on you."

At this time, Mo Fan in black spoke like a peacemaker: "Sooner or later, the main body will discover the problem with the body, let's discuss this issue at that time.

The confinement of this world on us will only become smaller and smaller, and our power will grow faster and faster.

As for now... let's complete the integration as soon as possible. "

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of the blood-haired Mo Fan's mouth, and the blood-colored aura suddenly condensed. The black aura of death also condensed on the black-clothed Mo Fan, coupled with the white power of annihilation.

When the three forces condensed, the entire manor was shaking. Everything seemed to be changing, and yet it seemed that it had not changed.

Outside, Mo Fan's aura began to calm down, and the white bone mask strangely blended into Mo Fan's cheek. This time it did not break.

Mo Fan's black and white Death Tyrant costume turned into light and dissipated, and Senluo Prison returned to normal. As the Zanpakutō sank into Mo Fan's hand, all four soul rings were integrated into Mo Fan's body.

The empty eyes gradually regained their luster, and moon-white light flashed through Mo Fan's eyes, "Is this the fusion of martial souls?!"

Looking at the spirits between heaven and earth, Mo Fan felt more intimate than ever before. In a snap of his fingers, the spirits gathered in his palm, and the sacred destroying arrow appeared instantly.Both the speed and the spirit son clusters have become several times stronger.

The strange thing is that Mo Fan is in the state of an ordinary person at this time, without a soul ring or a Quincy costume, but he can easily use all the abilities of a Quincy...