Douluo's Fire

The 9-year-old Han Jiao has a hard body. Ordinary attacks can't even scratch it, and because of its powerful cold ability and the bonus of the dragon bloodline.

An ordinary Titled Douluo would have to put in a lot of effort to deal with it. If it were an ordinary Contra, it would not be afraid of any one of them, and could even get an extra meal.

However, under Han Chi's azure ice dragon fighting, ice skill control, and Chi Dragon's true form sweeping across, a Han Jiao that often froze enemy soul beasts was exhausted by Han Chi and was frozen in this pit.

Recovering his body, Han Chi placed his hands behind Han Jiao's head.

At this time, Hanjiao was panting and looked at the little one in front of him angrily. Hanjiao's height at this time was not even as high as its head, so in its eyes, Hanjiao was naturally a little one.

But even this little guy didn't fight it head-on in the battle just now. He just ordered the two ice dragons to fight it.

He hid behind, emitting the cold light of icicles, slowing down its figure, like a fly, which made it extremely angry.

Han Chi ignored Han Jiao's angry eyes. It took him half an hour to wear down the Han Jiao's strength and seal its body in ice.

It is to facilitate the use of the reagents waiting for later, mainly because Ye Li has warned that the more completely the soul beast's body is preserved, the more years it can increase the life of the soul ring.

Only Han Jiao would take the time to preserve Han Jiao's body as much as possible.

Under Han Jiao's angry eyes, Han Jiao solemnly took out a tube of black-red reagent that exuded a strong and strange aura from the storage soul guide.

The strange aura it exuded made Hanjiao, who had angry eyes, suddenly feel cold in his heart. He was not afraid of death. He had lived for too long and the long-term loneliness had made him indifferent to death.

But the smell of this black-red thing made his heart tremble with fear, and the intuition in his heart was telling it frantically not to let it enter its body.

Han Chi solemnly checked his body again to make sure that there were no wounds on his body due to his free fighting just now.

Then he took out Xiao Wu's blood, followed Ye Li's example and took out a drop of blood, and flew it into the soul blood reagent that exuded a strong and strange aura.

Bright red amber formed, and the phantom of the 10-year-old soul beast shattered, shocking Han Jiao, who was frozen and unable to move.

Even though he has seen it too many times, Han Chi is still amazed in his heart. Every time he wonders if Ye Li is the reincarnation of the legendary god, it is really amazing.

Using the soul power in his hand, he carefully sent the greedy and restless black-red mist into Han Jiao's body.

At the same time, the Chilong martial spirit on his body unfolded again, turning into a huge Chilong and holding down Han Jiao's body, leaving it there until it struggled violently to break free.

The panic in his heart grew bigger and bigger. When the black-red mist entered his body, the instinct in Hanjiao's heart screamed crazily, beating the bottom of Hanjiao's heart, don't let them in!

The black-red mist poured into every part of Hanjiao's body with joy, and the phantom of the 10-year-old soft-bone rabbit soul beast jumped up and rushed in front of Hanjiao's consciousness, trying to suppress it under his feet.

The soul beast has been practicing for 9 years. Although there is still a big gap between 10 years and [-] years, this does not mean that the phantom manifested by a drop of blood can suppress its will!

When the phantom of the 10-year-old soft-bone rabbit soul beast struggled with Han Jiao's consciousness, the black-red mist happily swam inside Han Jiao's body, washing away everything in Han Jiao's body.

At the same time, he greedily took everything he encountered into his body and integrated it with the breath in Han Jiao's body.

A strange wave began to unfold, and once again pulled down the phantom of the 10-year-old soft-bone rabbit soul beast that was having a happy battle with Han Jiao's consciousness.

The turbulent waves suppressed the phantom of the 10-year-old soft-bone rabbit soul beast, and released black-red mist, greedily swallowing it in.

Then the waves spread out, absorbing the power from Han Jiao's body. No matter how Han Jiao panicked and controlled the energy in his body, it was of no avail.

Han Chi pressed down the wildly twisting Han Jiao with a solemn expression. The ice blocks sealing Han Jiao's body cracked and cracked, almost unable to seal the already exhausted Han Jiao.

Ye Li had already explained to him in detail what would happen, so Han Chi was mentally prepared.

But looking at Han Jiao, whose body was gradually drying up after being absorbed by the soul blood reagent, Han Jiao felt a trace of fear in his heart.

The experiments these days were all conducted by Ye Li himself, and the intensity of the experiments was not very strong. In addition, Ye Li was always calm and calm when doing experiments, which made it seem that the experiment was not very dangerous.

But only if you do it yourself will you know the danger involved. If this thing is contaminated on people, even a titled Douluo may not be able to withstand it.

The fighting subsided, causing the drifting snowflakes to fall down. One by one, like a curtain of snow, they gradually covered the large pit where Han Jiao was.

The exposed dark ground was once again covered with white snow.

The moon-white Han Chi blends into the white earth, like a banished immortal who doesn't care about worldly affairs.

It was just the screams of Han Jiao that slightly ruined this peaceful and peaceful scene, stained with the slightest hint of ominous black-red mist.

With his aura fading, Han Jiao took out the "Drunken Ambergris" given by Ye Li and passed it into Han Jiao's body to condense the dissipated energy.

In front of Han Jiao, whose eyes had begun to become cloudy, he stretched out his hand and an ice thorn about two meters long condensed in front of Han Jiao, and then pierced Han Jiao's brain.

There was no shrill roar, no flashback. Under the greedy wash of the black-red mist and the indifference of the mysterious fluctuations, Han Jiao was easily killed by Han Chi.

A circle of soul rings with rich black light slowly rose from its body, showing the death of its aura.

Waiting quietly, Han Chi believed Ye Li's words. If he said he could, he could.

The wind violently blew the falling snow, carrying them whistling and flying around the earth, scattering bunches of "cotton".

In just over half an hour, Han Chi, who was robed in moon-white robes, was already covered with snowflakes, and the snow on the ground touched his heels, showing their welcome to the human visitors here.

With whistling and whistling, more than half an hour passed. The originally dark and dense soul ring had mostly disappeared and was replaced by a circle of blood-red soul rings.

The last black spot clung firmly to the blood-red soul ring, defending its final dignity.

But under the caress of time, the last ray of energy from the wonderful fluctuations in Hanjiao's body was supplied, and a red soul ring jumped out, floating quietly in front of Hanjiao.

Silence, silence, Han Chi looked at the 10-year-old soul ring that countless soul masters dreamed of, his lips moved slightly, and a little anger in his heart made him want to say something.

However, Ye Li's calm and indifferent figure flashed across Han Chi's heart, making Han Chi suddenly smile.

After staying with Ye Li for so long, shouldn't a 10-year soul ring be a natural thing?

Swinging up his moon-white robe and sweeping away the white snow from his body, Han Chi sat cross-legged and sat on the snow-white ground, absorbing the 10-year-old soul ring that countless soul masters dreamed of.

Everything is as comfortable and natural as it comes naturally.