Death of Douluo

"Don't you already have the answer in your mind?" Manager Sen on the side spoke again.

Mo Fan turned around and looked at Manager Sen beside him. He paused for a long time before slowly speaking, "A firm heart?...Thank you."

"Now that you're awake, it's time for you to go out. That guy is also having fun." Manager Sen smiled and waved towards Mo Fan.He signaled to Mo Fan that it was time to leave.

Mo Fan looked at Manager Sen in front of him and did not move. Instead, he asked, "Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

Manager Sen shook his head and put his hand on Mo Fan's heart, "It's still too early..."

Manager Sen gave a gentle push, and Mo Fan felt as if he was sinking into the bottom of the sea. Everything around him slowed down and became dark. When he looked at Manager Sen again.

What he saw was another version of himself, with black hair, black clothes, and a cold face, but with a faint smile.

"Sususu...we had a lot of fun chatting!" A hoarse voice sounded behind Mofan in black. The man with long blood-colored hair and black eyes with bloody pupils was none other than the blood-haired Mofan.

"Isn't it solved..." Mo Fan in black did not look back, but looked at his arm.On the arm, a red-gold line was emitting a faint light.

"This thing is not so easy to solve!" Blood-haired Mofan grinned and fiddled with his fingers, but if he looked carefully, he saw that there was also a red-gold line on Blood-haired Mofan's arm...

outside world.

Zhao Wuji looked at Mo Fan who was gradually regaining his composure, and while cautiously approaching, he was ready to fight at any time.

Bang!

The slender Zanpakutō appeared in Mo Fan's hand again, and while he held it tightly, a wave of air flew away violently.

The red-gold light swayed with Mo Fan's heartbeat, and Mo Fan's body swayed with every beat, as if something was constantly hitting Mo Fan's body.

The yellow soul ring beneath him emitted a dazzling light, as if it was no longer pure yellow, but golden.

Sweat mixed with blood continued to flow out of Mo Fan's body, and soon dyed Mo Fan red.

This scene was very strange, as if the blood in Mo Fan's body was being squeezed out like impurities, and soon the entire ground was stained red.

With so much blood lost, a normal person would have died long ago, but the strange thing is that Mo Fan's aura not only did not become weaker with the loss of blood, but became stronger and stronger.

Every time a drop of blood flows out, a new drop of blood will be born in the red-gold heart as a replacement, and this new blood actually has a hint of golden light.

Zhao Wuji looked at Mo Fan's changes, and his heart was filled with fear. These repeated changes made Zhao Wuji doubt his life for a while.

With the flow of new blood, Mo Fan's entire body was undergoing strange changes. This change was inexplicable, like an evolution or a change.

The next moment, starting from Mo Fan's arm holding the Zanpakutō tightly, the white bone material began to fade away like foam, along with the scarlet blood stains, leaving only Mo Fan's fair skin.

As the white bone material all over his body faded away, the only thing left was the white bone mask with blood-colored lines.

Mo Fan's eyes suddenly opened, and a golden light flashed in the black pupils. He slowly raised his left hand and placed it on the white bone mask. He gently grabbed it and the mask fell off. Mo Fan looked down at the mask in his hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly, held it with his left hand, and the mask suddenly turned into white powder.

The long blood-colored hair began to turn back to its previous black color. Under him, red-gold light condensed around Mo Fan and divided into two rays, turning into substance. One shrouded the yellow soul ring, and the other condensed out of thin air.

Click.As if hearing a cracking sound, a dazzling purple soul ring transformed out of thin air from the red-gold light and slowly rose.

The red golden light that shrouded the yellow soul ring also faded, and the yellow soul ring also emitted a dazzling purple light at this moment!

Shockingly, there are two purple soul rings!

"How is this possible!" Zhao Wuji looked blankly at the two purple soul rings under Mo Fan. Zhao Wuji, who had already doubted his life, was refreshed again.

The red-gold light slowly faded, and the flesh and blood in Mo Fan's heart gradually recovered.

Mo Fan lowered his head and looked at the two purple soul rings under him, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"What is that red-gold bead? It can turn into a soul ring. It also turned my first soul ring into purple. My body seems to have undergone another transformation because of this bead..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Fan's mouth. Compared with being obsessed with the origin of the red-gold bead, Mo Fan was more surprised by his second soul skill and his returning first soul skill!

"This is my soul skill? Interesting..."

The appearance of the second soul ring, the return of the first soul skill, and the increase in strength were all good things for Mo Fan, but these two purple soul rings gave Mo Fan a headache.

"We have to find a way to deal with this soul ring issue. Otherwise, once these two soul rings are released, I don't know how many people will attract attention."

"It's just that I gained a lot from coming out once. The most important thing is that I met him and knew that there is a third force in the body...Xu!" Mo Fan looked at the Zanpakutō in his hand, and the smile on his lips became even stronger.

The light flickered, the Zanpakuto disappeared, and the two purple soul rings returned to Mo Fan's body.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Teacher Zhao, during the time when I lost consciousness." Mo Fan patted the tattered clothes on his body and looked at the potholes and tattered ground around him. All of this must be related to himself after the virtualization.

"Just wake up, you brat." Seeing that Mo Fan regained consciousness, he quickly stepped forward to check Mo Fan's body. After making sure that everything was fine, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened to you kid just now? Do you still remember what happened before?"

Mo Fan shook his head, "I lost consciousness after the crimson bead touched me, and it wasn't until just now that I regained consciousness..."

Mo Fan paused for a moment, looked down at his left hand, recalled the mask in his hand before, and continued: "As for just now... it should be regarded as a kind of rampage by the martial spirit."

"Martial spirit went berserk? You mean your martial spirit just controlled you?" Zhao Wuji frowned. This was the first time he heard Mo Fan say this.

"That's more or less what it means." Mo Fan nodded. Instead of wasting his time saying it was virtualization, Wuhun Rampage was simpler and clearer to understand, making it easier to understand.

"Has this situation happened to you before?"

"It happened once before." Now that he knew that there was a void in his body, Mo Fan had a rough guess about the previous loss of consciousness.

"Why didn't you tell us about your situation before? Fortunately nothing happened today, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain it." Zhao Wuji glared at Mo Fan angrily.

"I'm really sorry, Teacher Zhao."

"Forget it, let's talk about what happened to your two soul rings..." Zhao Wuji waved his hand. After all, Mo Fan was not to blame for this matter, and he didn't need to worry about it. He was paying more attention now. The power is Mo Fan's terrifying soul ring configuration.