Douluo: I will never forget the night Ah Yin bowed his head.

Chapter 115

Chen Mo's spiritual power now could no longer be the same, and he immediately looked at himself.

It really allowed him to find the location of the Soul Devouring Seed.

"Found it?"

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm asked.

"Found it!"

Chen Mo nodded.

"If you find it, try to uproot it with mental power."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm said lightly.

"I'll try."

Chen Mo controlled his spiritual power, and soon stared into a golden hand, towards the Soul Devouring Seed, which might be more appropriate to call it the Soul Devouring Tree now.

The golden hand grabbed the still slender tree trunk and began to shake it in an instant.

"There is a head!"

Chen Mo was pleasantly surprised, but he was troubled by this thing for a long time, cultivate to the soul saint, will die, do not cultivate to the soul saint, this is obviously impossible, is it in this world, is he willing to do nothing for a lifetime?

Naturally impossible, he wants to break out of a piece of the world, a legend of his own.

"Up!"

The spiritual power exploded, and the Soul Devouring Tree shook violently, as if there was indeed that kind of uprooting trend.

"Someone approaching!"

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm suddenly sounded, and then another voice sounded on the windowsill.

"My good apprentice, what are you doing?"

The one-armed old beggar stood there, quietly looking at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo stopped his movement towards the Soul Devouring Seed and looked at the old beggar.

"Unexpectedly, you can really find a hundred thousand year soul beast to help you."

The old beggar was stunned, injured by that cow moo, he has been seriously recuperating these days.

"It didn't even kill you."

Chen Mo smiled slightly and did not deny it.

"You, you, everything is good, that is, one hundred and twenty pounds, one hundred and twenty pounds are all anti-bones, is it not good to be at my mercy, you are just a congenital soul power level waste, it is difficult to become a soul master for a lifetime, not to mention the current forty level, can let you cultivate to the soul saint, you are not even satisfied."

The old beggar sighed.

"What about you... You hope so much for the Soul Devouring Seed, I think the innate soul power is not high, you have lived for so many years, you have allowed you to cultivate to Contra, are you still not satisfied? "

Chen Mo asked rhetorically.

"This is different, although my qualifications are not as good as those geniuses, I am still much stronger than you."

The old beggar said lightly.

Chen Mo smiled, in the end, didn't he want to say that his talent was higher than his original, so the upper limit he could reach was higher: "Why, you have also begun to engage in soul power discrimination now, just as those people looked down on you back then?" "

"Yes, in the end I became the person I hated, but I don't regret it, I want to become stronger, climb to the highest step by step, I want to be that title Douluo, admired by everyone."

"Chen Mo, it was I who cultivated you, it was I who gave you such talent, you should repay me, I gave you that you can't reach the realm in this life, but you are like an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, anti-bone, anti-bone, all anti-bone."

The old beggar seemed to be crazy, perhaps his patience with Chen Mo had dropped to the freezing point.

Chen Mo looked at him: "You are good to me, I am good to you, if you want to kill me, I will kill you no matter what, because I want to live." "

The eyes exude strange colors.

"Your eyes recovered?"

The old beggar also found Chen Mo's different.

"Thanks to your blessing, I encountered something, my eyes recovered, and I broke through the Soul Sect."

Chen Mo grinned.

The two looked at each other.

The old beggar's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then I should take back what I gave you." "

The blue-black glow lit up.

Chen Mo stopped in place.

"Haha... I can only say that your kid is very smart and capable, the Martial Soul Hall, the 100,000-year soul beast, each of which is unexpected to me, but it is too impatient. "

A knife appeared in the hands of the old beggar, and he was going to kill his beloved with his own hands.

Step by step.

Chen Mo's eyes were bleak, as if he was in a fantasy realm.

"Poof!"

A touch of Yin red sprayed out along with the dagger.

The illusion shattered.

The old beggar looked at Chen Mo incredulously, and held the dagger that Chen Mo had stabbed into his abdomen with his right hand.

Blood made his vision more sensitive.

"You..."

The old beggar was speechless, and the golden color in Chen Mo's pupils: "That's not the soul induction technique I taught you." "

"No, it's the soul induction technique you taught, but it has changed sharply and transformed into my own soul technique."

Chen Mo's face was expressionless.

"Metamorphosis... Hehe "

The old beggar was dumbfounded: "Your luck is really jaw-dropping." "

"No, no one's luck is bad, there is a saying in my hometown that Seon loses his horse and knows whether it is a blessing, there is no bad thing, but the perspective of looking at things is different."

Chen Mo said lightly.

"Yes, too."

The old beggar looked back on his life, and luck also accounted for a large part of being able to get to this point: "I was taught." "

"Do you know the means that a Contra can have?"

The old beggar looked at Chen Mo.

"What?"

Chen Mo's pupils shrank, wanting to react quickly.

But the environment around me changed instantly.

"Seventh Soul Technique, Martial Soul True Body!"

"Eighth Soul Technique, Spirit Realm!"

The field unfolded, and a silk thread instantly bound Chen Mo, and then pulled it apart.

"This..."

Chen Mo was surprised.

The old beggar pulled out the dagger, blood splattered out, and covered the wound with his hand, although he showed extreme weakness: "Just like you said, I want to kill you, you want to kill me, I also want to live,"

The pain in the abdomen made the mental field fluctuate a little.

"Spirit shock!"

A fourth soul ring appeared beside Chen Mo.

Dazzling gold.

Instantly shattered this so-called spiritual realm.

"This..."

The field was broken, and the old beggar who was eaten back spurted out a mouthful of old blood and fell directly to the ground.

Returning to the room, Chen Mo looked around, and then walked to the old beggar's side: "This is my adventure." "

"Haha... Hahahahaha, a hundred thousand year soul ring of the spirit class, it seems that today you killed me, hahahaha, what have I cultivated, a monster, hahahaha, a monster that is enough to make the world tremble,"

"The Soul Devouring Seed actually doesn't need to be lifted, as long as you practice the Soul Attraction Technique to the extreme, you can completely fuse it with you."

The old beggar laughed loudly, and the laughter was very poignant.

Chen Mo was silent, and finally said: "I don't believe any of what you say, and I have the ability to remove it now." "

"Ahem, haha!"

The old beggar smiled at the corner of his mouth and died.

Chen Mo didn't know what he meant by this smile, but it didn't matter, the old beggar was dead.

The stone in his heart fell a little, as long as he solved the soul devouring seed again, then he would have no worries.

Do what you say.

The golden hand formed by the gathering of spiritual power continued to pull out the Soul Devouring Tree vigorously.

It was quickly uprooted.

The Soul Eater Tree left its rooting place and withered quickly, while the canopy quickly converged, and finally produced a fruit.

"A bonus?"