265: The Spirit of Voluntary Resentment (
The scene was silent for a while. The Snow Emperor was silent for a while, and said viciously: "Then I will freeze you! This way I won't kill you and cause the divine power to explode."
Fang Ling responded lightly:
"I can't freeze it. My martial soul has the attribute of ultimate death. Compared to ultimate ice which only has low temperature, ultimate death can annihilate everything."
"Moreover, I can actively detonate. How can your power block the connection between the divine power and me?"
"..." Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor were both speechless.
Everyone is afraid of death. The two of them didn't believe that such a genius among humans would willingly blow himself up and die in such a place.
Can I just gamble?
Gambling with the future of the Far North?
They are the masters of the Far North, and this is their home where they have lived for countless years!
After thinking for a long time and sighing slightly, Xue Di was ready to let go.
The situation is stronger than us, what can we do?
At this moment, the frozen spirit of resentment took the initiative to send out a thought: "I am willing to become the soul ring of my god."
"My God?" The Ice Emperor's expression changed, staring at Fang Ling, "Are you really a God?"
They still found it hard to believe that such a six-ring soul master could be a god.
Fang Ling said: "Not yet, but definitely in the future."
"What should we call you?" Xue Di asked.
"I'm not a god yet. Just call me Fang Ling." Fang Ling smiled slightly, then stretched out his hand to her.
It was easy to understand why Xue Di had tried to stop them before, as they had nothing to do with her, and as soul beasts, she would naturally side with them.
But now that the resentful spirits have voluntarily become spirit rings, there is no reason to stop them.
The cold beauty raised her hand, paused, moved her wrist, and threw the ice to Fang Ling.
The ice naturally thawed in the air, leaving behind only a red and black cloud.
The spirit of resentment slowly floated to Fang Ling's hand and said respectfully: "My God, please take my soul ring."
It wanted to offer a sacrifice, but it was less than 100,000 years old, and it was not a special soul beast like the Emperor's auspicious beast, so it could not be sacrificed.
"You will not die now. You will become a god with me and gain eternal life. Don't worry." Fang Ling touched the cloud.
Apart from the color, it looks like clouds in the sky, but it is not just mist that is easy to blow away. It feels a bit like marshmallows, bouncy and soft.
"Senior, please give me, the future god, a favor and lend me a place so that I can recuperate first and then absorb the spirit ring." Fang Ling said familiarly.
Hearing this, Xue Di hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Follow me."
It's better to give one to someone to make a good relationship with him. Who knows, it might be useful someday.
It is impossible to kill him, and it is impossible to seal him. What if he really becomes a god?
She couldn't be arrogant in front of Fang Ling.
If she doesn't give him face now, and if this person is really petty and remembers her, and is hated by future gods, then it will not be worth it!
Before leaving, at the request of Snow Emperor and Ice Emperor, Fang Ling absorbed all the power of death in the nearby ice layer with his field.
The two emperors of ice and snow led the way in front and soon brought Fang Ling to the top of an iceberg.
This place is located in the core of the Far North, with extremely rich ultimate ice-attributed elemental energy of heaven and earth.
There are no requirements for the energy of heaven and earth in the practice of Douluo Continent, because most places are the same.
This place is similar to the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, and is an extremely rare place with rich Yuan Energy of heaven and earth.
The extremely low temperature is such that even an ordinary Douluo or even a peak Douluo cannot stay there for long.
The difference is that the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire are operated by the corpse of God. This is the coldest place on the planet and is the power of nature.
At the lowest natural temperature on this planet, at the core of the core, there is an ice palace made purely of ten thousand years of black ice.
Fang Ling didn't know much about architecture, so he couldn't tell what the specific style was.
Walking in, the temperature was slightly chilly, and the energy of heaven and earth was particularly rich. He nodded with satisfaction: "This is not bad, it's a good place."
"This is my palace, of course it's nice, you... uh huh~"
Xue Di stopped talking suddenly, snorted softly, and a hint of dead gray flashed in her eyes again.
She now understood what Fang Ling had said about the difficulty of the power of death. Even though the amount of the suppressed power of death was very small, it could not be erased by her due to its extremely high nature, and it kept jumping around.
If you were to fight someone, this state would be fatal.
Suppressing it again, Xue Di said: "Fang Ling, when can you help me deal with the death power in my body?"
"Wait until I absorb the soul ring." Fang Ling gave an answer after thinking for a while.
The power of death is also very troublesome for him at the moment.
You will be sure only after you have absorbed the soul ring and acquired the relevant body expertise.
Just when he was about to kill and absorb the spirit of resentment, Fang Ling remembered his martial soul that was as tattered as a scrap heap and was recycled...
"I need to wait until my martial soul recovers and my body heals before I can absorb the spirit ring."
"You! Can't it be done earlier?" Bingdi was worried about Xuedi's condition. What if Xue'er's soul had fallen into nirvana before this?
Fang Ling shook his head: "Not sooner, I only know how to let go, it's hard to take back."
"According to my estimation, only after absorbing this spirit ring can I take back the power of death."
Previously, when it came to divine powers such as the power of death, only the panel could be used to touch upon them.
Being able to come up with this method is already the limit.
"We'll just have to wait ten more days at most. Nothing will happen. How could the Snow Emperor's soul be destroyed so easily after countless years of willpower?" Fang Ling consoled.
"Bing'er, don't be anxious. It's only ten days. I can wait." Xue Di held Bing Di.
After collecting the spirit of resentment into the kingdom of the dead and using the ultimate death energy within it to nourish and purify it, Fang Ling closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation.
…
Meanwhile, in the city of killing.
Tang Hao entered the City of Slaughter, but to his surprise, the place had changed drastically compared to when he had been here before.
The inner city was deserted and empty. The few people who lived there had all gone into hiding, and there was not a single person to be seen on the streets.
It's like a ghost town.
There are far more people in the outer city than in the inner city, giving people the feeling that all the people in the inner city have fled to the outer city.
"What's going on?" Tang Hao's heart was trembling, and his steps were a little unsteady.
Why did such a change happen in the City of Slaughter?
Has he been gone for decades?
Just like a vernacular novel, traveling through time?
No matter how it is called the City of Slaughter, there is no way that the inner city has so few people!
Entering the empty inner city, he roared, and his powerful spirit power spread the voice throughout the entire Slaughter City, "Where is my son Tang San?"
When Tang San, who was practicing, heard this, his heart moved and he was extremely surprised. His father finally came!
"dad!"
The eight spider legs that had never been retracted behind him leaped and carried him across the roof.
Tang San landed in front of Tang Hao, and seeing his weathered face and graying hair, his heart suddenly ached.
"What happened in the City of Slaughter?" Tang Hao asked in a deep voice.
"It's Fang Ling and Hu Liena!" In front of his father, Tang San had an urge to cry and almost shed tears.
"Fang Ling also came to the Slaughter City. He cleaned it up before leaving and killed most of the hard-core and high-level spirit masters. The number of people in the inner city of the Slaughter City is less than half of the original number. They are all weaklings that will die with a single blow. There is no training effect at all."
"..." Tang Hao was silent.