Douluo's infinite soul ring was exposed by Qian Renxue

"This is...the Resurrection Grass? No, it's not right. The Resurrection Grass is so advanced. With the power of the stars, it can't nourish that kind of high-level elixir. Would that be...the Soul-Nourishing Grass? No, that's not right either. Although the Soul-Nourishing Grass There are many types of grass, but the leaves are mostly in the shape of spikes, and the leaves of this grass are round and full, showing a rich beauty, and it is definitely not like the soul-nourishing grass."

Jiang Ziya lay on the ground, examining the glowing grass in front of him. Even though he was as knowledgeable as he was, he still couldn't recognize what this spiritual grass was.

Only through the faint purple light can one feel the abundant soul energy contained within it.

"No matter how much it is, let's have a taste first to nourish my soul!" Jiang Ziya swallowed the grass in one gulp and used his past experience to melt and absorb the nutrients in the grass.

Suddenly, a vast and majestic will pulled his mind back to Douluo Star many years ago.

A group of ancient Douluo soul masters were fighting, and blood rain continued to drift in the sky.

Angry curses, screams, and wails resounded throughout the valley, ravines were crisscrossed on the ground, sea water poured in from the sky, and waves hit the sky.

"kill!"

"Lord Poseidon, be careful, none of these Capital Star people are good."

"Kill! You beast, if you dare to destroy our Douluo Star Soul Farm, kill..."

……

There was a thunderous sound, and in the waves a young man in purple, holding a hammer in one hand and a halberd in the other, struck the sky.

"Haotian Hammer, Poseidon Trident... Hahaha, well done!" In the sky, a long-bearded man in golden clothes shouted angrily: "Let you see the power of the God of Wealth! Money is supreme, and martial arts are all-powerful coins... "

hum~

The heaven and earth roared, and a golden ancient coin appeared above his head out of thin air.

The coin is round on the outside and square on the inside, and is golden in color. It is gold that is eternal and unsullied. It is rich and noble, and is rich in all directions.

"Ruyi, gold bricks, ingots... gather wealth from all directions, and gather endless treasures!"

As the long-bearded man continued to recite the incantation, more and more wealthy objects appeared, suppressing them downwards toward the young man in purple.

The trident was swung like a dragon in the young man's hand, and the Haotian hammer stirred up the wind and clouds with random cloak hammering techniques, bringing up lightning all over the sky, but in the end he was defeated by the supremacy of money and disturbed his mind.

On the earth, many soul masters were confused by the aura of wealth and began to attack the Poseidon who protected them.

The terrifying power of money controls the ten directions and suppresses the sky. The sky sinks downward in the golden light, and the earth is cracked, as if it cannot bear this aura of wealth.

The waves are drifting in all directions, and how can one resist the temptation of money.

In an instant, the stars in the sky were transformed into simplicity, and everything revolved around profit.

In order to maintain world peace, the young Poseidon who fought against the justice of heaven suddenly became the enemy of the entire world...

But he still did not flinch. Blue Silver Grass and Blue Silver Emperor became the whips in his hands, whipping those who were lost in the world of mortals like thunder.

Thunder streaked across the dark sky, trying to warn the world not to be tempted by money.

He used his own power to fight against the decline of heaven, fight for heaven's principles, fight for righteousness, fight for Hao Ran...

He spent his whole life trying to turn things around and change the fate of all sentient beings.

But money is supreme, gold is immortal... Wealth is eternal, the God of Wealth is invincible, and ingots fall like a waterfall.

The soul masters on the ground shouted in unison: "Come hit me!"

The gold smashed them to pieces and their heads were bleeding, but they were so confused that they had no intention of fighting or fighting back, until they finally lost their lives...

The young man in purple used the power of thunder in anger and exhausted all his life's learning to fight to protect the common people.

He had no hesitation, and his blood spilled into the sky...

"The death of Poseidon brings sorrow to both heaven and earth..." This sigh of heaven and earth is vast, desolate, tragic, and miserable.

Endless sorrow and resentment passed through eternity into Jiang Ziya's heart and echoed throughout the universe.

All the blue silver grass and blue silver flowers withered in an instant, and there was no such thing between heaven and earth.

There is only one solitary seed, like a purple spar, where it starts and where it rests.

It started in Holy Soul Village and returned to Gu Li, waiting quietly in the soil, waiting for the destined person to pass by, break out of the soil, and become a new hope and soul seed.

"It... the son of Poseidon!" A seed, a grass, it carries the memory and skills of Poseidon for 10 years, and inherits dreams and hopes. Now it is obtained by a wisp of Jiang Ziya's remnant soul. It is a chance. Good fortune is also the burden of saving Douluo Star.

"You... have found the wrong person!" Jiang Ziya looked up to the sky and sighed, "I am not from this world, I just happened to pass by here. There are too many things that I have to bear during the 10-year escape. Even though I have the power to become a god, I still can’t turn the tide and help the building from falling, so how can I save Douluo Star and correct the path?”

"One thing is one thing, and one thing is not one thing!" The abundant soul energy of Blue Silver Grass spilled out and re-condensed into the shape of the young man in purple in the space: "Misfortunes have their origins and their destinations. Dou. Luo Xing's current calamity comes from the Apocalypse, not from within Douluo Star, so the person who can avert this calamity must be an outsider. Jiang Ziya, Jiang Taigong... Senior, you have experienced 10 years of escape. , The remaining soul is helpless, but the sacred heart is still intact, how can we give up until the last moment?"

"Tang San, hehehe..." Jiang Ziya smiled bitterly: "Although you have relied on your own efforts to become a sea god, and although you have experienced hardships and ups and downs, you are only a god after all. If you want to create a god, you need to give the other party cultivation resources and cultivate it with painstaking efforts. But whether the other person can become a god depends on his own luck and perseverance. But that's not the case for me. When I was at my peak, I could become a god with just a thought, even if it was a useless piece of wood, a Talisman of Ascension, or a True God Order, I could become a god. Granting them supreme divine power, they can catch the stars and the moon, move mountains and fill the sea, which is not impossible. But what happens in the end? The ghosts wander for tens of thousands of years, the true immortals are destroyed, the eternity becomes empty, the heaven falls, the gods become hateful, and the Nine Heavens just sit back and watch The way of heaven collapsed and was ignored, and the demon realm merged with all the heavens and became the master. I am alone, a remnant soul, fleeing to the ancient universe. In the blink of an eye, all the eternity becomes smoke, and the place where I wake up from my dreams is destroyed for eternity. The past can be seen but cannot be heard, and my heart is like a lonely lamp in the wind. , life is like straw floating on water, the young Ling Yunzhi is empty, just trying to survive for the rest of his life. The enemy is foreseeable, but the enemy is invincible, waking up in the middle of the night, they are all old dreams from the past, there is no talk of saving the world and rescuing the common people..."

"It is easy to aim too high if you are too high, and it is easy to lose your lofty ambitions if you only look at your feet. Whether you look at the distance or not, it is all a matter of benevolence and wisdom. Although Taigong is unable to change his fate against the will of heaven, can he not even be able to defeat a small God of Wealth? ? Since we can't care about the old dynasty, why not build a new dynasty? Start all over again..." Poseidon looked at Jiang Ziya calmly and consoled him word by word.

"Alas~" Jiang Ziya sighed bitterly: "My soul is left alone, and my heart is filled with despair. Even if I mean it, the body I got is just a disability. If my martial soul is moved, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make a comeback."

"With Taigong's wisdom, how could he not know the way of martial arts?" Poseidon smiled and said: "Is it true that Taigong's intention is not unintentional, but he is just afraid that I won't help? Don't worry, since I have something to ask of you, and How can I not help you reunite your martial spirit?"

A sly smile appeared on the young grandfather's face, and he subconsciously reached out to his jaw to stroke his beard. However, Jiang Rang's body was only fourteen or fifteen years old, so where was the beard?

After touching it all, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Then I'll ask Poseidon."

"Okay!" The phantom of Poseidon nodded slightly: "I will help senior regenerate his martial soul. I hope senior can help us Douluo Star get rid of the control of the God of Wealth."

"If I were to be reborn, the mere God of Wealth would be destroyed with the flip of my hand. Please help me condense my martial spirit!" Jiang Ziya changed his previous depressed attitude. The change was so big and fast, it was like a child turning over a book.

"Martial Soul Regeneration Technique, gather energy from all directions, only I can survive...live!" Poseidon's shadow danced with his hands, pinched the magic formula, gathered the true energy from all directions, and together with itself, turned into a cyclone, carrying the power of wind and thunder, Turning slowly in front of Jiang Ziya.

It is quiet inside and moving outside, the center of the circle is as stable as Mount Tai, and the outer ring is as fast as a sudden rain, with the sun, moon and stars faintly moving around.

Since Taigong can become a god, he already has a good understanding of the ways of ghosts, gods and souls. Now that he has gained the skills and experience of Poseidon, he can be said to have made great progress. He will not know what to do at the moment.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, absorbed the energy from all directions, nurtured himself, and created the small world of the human body.

Wind and thunder arose, shaking the sky and the earth, and a startling rainbow shot towards the sky, illuminating the midnight as bright as day.

The martial soul is reborn and Nirvana reappears, better than before...

The Death Scythe appeared, becoming wider and more majestic than before.

And as time goes by, Jiang Ziya continues to absorb the energy from all directions, and the Death Scythe is also undergoing transformation, from the original scythe to another three-headed hook knife, becoming bigger and bigger, and the handle is becoming more and more powerful. long.

The lost secrets of ancient times: the sickle turns into a sword, and the god of death turns into time.

On Douluo Planet, a new high-level weapon spirit was born - the Years and Years Sky Ge.

Life is like a dream, and time is like a knife.

Tian Ge cuts off the years, making people immortal, turning the violent energy into dust, and slaughtering the enemies of all ages!

Unparalleled in the world, Tian Ge stops chaos.

……

The vision has dissipated, this place has become a place of right and wrong, and cannot be stayed for long.

Taigong stood up, quickly put away his Horcrux, and prepared to leave.

In his mind, Poseidon still has a faint consciousness. It is said to be a remnant soul, but in fact it is not even as good as a remnant soul.

In his consciousness, his extremely weak voice came: "Senior, please allow me to stay in your body temporarily and nourish my soul for a while."

"Okay!" Jiang Ziya didn't say much. The absorption just now transformed his body. It's hard to say whether he was born with full soul power, but he had transformed the excess energy into a century-old soul ring and blessed it on his weapon. Above the martial spirit.

Its principle is equivalent to a god-given soul ring, but it is different from a pure god-given soul ring. It is a specious operation.

Although Poseidon was puzzled, he didn't say much.

For such a pervertedly powerful weapon soul as Sui Tian Ge, a soul ring that has just turned a hundred years old is really not enough.

But judging from Taigong's operation just now, Tang San was really surprised.

He is not a god, but he can use near-god operations to directly condense soul power from nothingness and create soul rings. Although it is only a hundred years old, it is rare.

Of course, with the deepening of cultivation, it is not impossible to replace some of the low-level soul rings when the realm later becomes higher.

Thinking back to the time when Poseidon Tang San had a similar experience, he only watched Jiang Ziya's operations.

Everything he has experienced, including skills, memories, etc., has been passed down to the other party. If Taigong was an ordinary person, if he was Jiang Rang in the past, maybe he really needed Poseidon's help and guidance on certain things. But the people right now are Jiang Taigong and Jiang Ziya, people who can become gods. How to choose between them, I'm afraid he will do better than Tang San.

So he just observed quietly...