Douluo’s Stealing the Ten Thousand Realms System

　　 "What? My spirit power suddenly increased to fourteenth level."

　　 The clan cried out in exclamation.

　　 He thought about it.

　　 Not only did he accumulate spirit power for more than three months, he also leapfrogged to absorb the spirit ring, and he certainly wouldn't stop at the eleventh level.

　　 But I didn't expect it to rise to level fourteen at once. This is really a surprise!

　　 "System, check my personal panel."

　　 [di, the host's personal panel has been opened]

　　 [Dip, congratulations to the host for unlocking personal hidden achievements, soul master, reward steal times×10]

　　【Host: Clan

Sex: Male

　　 Age: 6 years and three months (25 years old)

　　 Wuhun: Lan Yinhuang/Shalunyan

　　 Innate Soul Power: Level 10

　　 Spirit power level: 14

　　 Basic strength: 200 (10 for ordinary adult males)

　　System warehouse: Kuwu×4, clothing×1.

　　Comprehensive evaluation: Congratulations to the host for becoming a normal person.

　　 Remaining stealing times: 14

　　 Hatred point: 3500 points

　　 Steal the world: Douluo Dalu, Naruto (because the stolen person is dead, the host cannot transmit)

　　 Domain: Blue Silver Domain (first form).

　　 Personal Achievement: Soul Master

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　　 "The clan, the clan...Are you still alive?.....can your kid hear?" Blanklin's yelling came from a distance.

　　 "I went, and actually forgot that guy Blanklin." The clan patted his forehead and said in distress.

　　 There was a wind under his feet, and he jumped up and jumped onto the big tree. A few flashes disappeared in place and ran towards Blanklin.

　　......

　　Blanklin was sitting on a big rock. At this time he was very regretful, why did he doze off! A six-year-old child disappeared in the hunting forest, and there are so many dangerous soul beasts in the hunting forest.

　　 Thinking of this, Blanklin's eyes reddened, his throat was a bit blocked, and his voice suffocated: "Oh! Clan, you stinky kid, I can't help you, Lao Lin!"

　　 "Director, who are you sorry?" A small blue and silver head stuck out from the big tree next to it.

　　 "Who is it?" Blanklin was in a bad mood this time, but someone had just touched him. Uncle can bear it, but aunt can't bear it. Immediately after hearing the sound, I felt a little familiar again. Looking back, a young man with long blue and silver hair was hanging upside down on the pole of a big tree. He took a closer look that his feet were not able to take advantage of strength, but were completely attached to the bottom of the trunk.

　　Blanklin's eyes lit up, "What a profound soul power control technique, it is so easy to control the soul power, standing upside down on the trunk!"

　　 Wiped a handful of tears, Blanklin shifted his gaze to the handsome little face and suddenly revealed a look of surprise, "The clan turns out you are still alive! I know that your stinky boy has a hard life."

　　 Clan also did not expect that a person who had not known him for three days would actually care about him so sincerely. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. When he hunted the "mandala snake" alone, on the one hand, he was testing his current strength. On the other hand, he did not fully trust the teaching director in front of him. He had only one life. What if the other party becomes malicious when he absorbs the spirit ring? But he won't regret it either, because he still can't expose the twin martial arts in front of people.

　　 scattered the spirit power attached to his feet, the clan made a backflip, squatted, and landed firmly in front of Blanklin.

　　 "Director, I am lucky, of course I will be fine!"

　　 Seeing that the clan was okay, Blanklin turned from joy to anger, and slapped a hand knife on the clan’s small head.

　　 The clan’s tears of pain immediately came out, "...it hurts..."

　　 "Huh, it's fine if you know it hurts! See if you dare to run around next time." Blanklin crossed his hands and said sternly on his chest.

　　 Blanklin: Hey, it’s so comfortable, who made you cry when you see labor and capital!

　　 Clan: Why do the elders now like to attack with a knife?

　　 Hearing Blanklin's reprimand, the clan stood up straight and bowed his head, expressing his confession.

　　 family clan said: "I'm sorry, director!"

　　 Blanklin nodded, "Hmm! Just know what you are wrong, let's go, and continue to search for your first spirit ring!"

　　The first spirit ring? I already have it, but how can I tell Blanklin? Did you tell him directly that a six-year-old cowherd baby killed a black scale poisonous python that had been cultivated for 560 years?

　　 Hey, there is it!

　　 Thinking of this, the clan immediately replied: "Hey! Director, look."

　　 While talking, the clan raised his right hand, a faint white light emerged on the surface of the skin, and then, the dark blue and black blue silver emperor swarmed out of his palm. A clear halo rose from under his feet, circling up and down around his body. It is the distinctive feature of a ring of soul masters.

　　"Hundred Years Soul Ring", Blanklin exclaimed. Did this kid kill a Hundred Years Soul Beast alone? If this is the case, it would be terrible, doesn't it mean that he is already comparable to the existence of Soul Venerable! But soon he cut off the idea again.

　　 "Clan, who helped you hunt for the spirit ring?" Blanklin still thinks someone has helped him. Otherwise, let alone hunting for the spirit ring, I'm afraid the clan's life will be gone.

"It's Grandpa Tom that I told you before! Last night I got up to go to the bathroom, but I didn't expect to get lost. Grandpa Tom happened to be nearby, and by the way, he hunted down the first spirit ring for me." The clan's face was not red and heartbeat. 'S making up.

Blanklin showed a clear expression, and it was right to think about it. The clan came out of a small village and it was impossible to know other soul masters. The powerful soul masters often have high self-esteem and cannot take the initiative to go. Find a six-year-old child who has never known each other.

　　 "So, if it's Senior Tom, it wouldn't be strange. By the way, kid, show me your first spirit ability."

After the spirit ring is obtained, the skills will only be produced after a process of mutation. The skills produced by different spirit rings and the same spirit ring are absolutely different, and vice versa. Even if the age of the spirit ring is different, the skills are also different. Will make a big difference.

The clan said: "My first spirit ring was taken from a black scaled poisonous python whose cultivation base was about 400 years old (voice-over: hehe! I won't tell you that it was 560 years old), as previously thought. The same,'Blue Silver Grass' not only inherited the terrifying power, speed and tenacity of the black scale poisonous python, but also gained his highly toxic and corrosive ability."

　　 "The first spirit ability-poisonous dragon entanglement"

　　 While talking, the clan controlled himself to release the spirit blue silver emperor with his soul power, and displayed his skills.

I saw dozens of hundreds of dark blue and black phosphorescent blue silver emperor vines at the same time violent from the grass, and quickly entangled on a tree trunk hugged by two or three people. UU reading www.uukanshu.com The circling situation threw out, covering a range of tens to hundreds of square meters, as long as it was within this range, there was no possibility of dodge at all.

　　 In an instant, dozens of Blue Silver Emperor vines have tightly wrapped the big tree.

　　 Under the great force of the Blue Silver Emperor vines, a cracking sound of "creak" sounded from the trunk of the big tree.

At the same time, a layer of black scales appeared on the vines of the Blue Silver Emperor. It was a piece of armor inherited from the black scale poisonous python. The hardness was extremely high. Continuously. A purple liquid flows out from the gaps in the nail piece. As soon as the liquid touches the trunk, white smoke emerges from the trunk, and everything it touches is corroded and turned into coke.

　　 "Boom..."

　　 Under the dual effects of huge force and corrosive poison, the trunk cracked every inch, and the effort of just a cup of tea could no longer support it, and was cut off by the waist.

　　Blanklin was so shocked that his jaw was about to fall to the ground.

　　——Did you tell me this is called the first spirit ability? On the premise of not having the third spirit ability, I would never be spared from this move, that corrosive toxin was too terrifying.

　　 After a long time, Blanklin finally recovered

　　 "Well, this spirit ability is not bad, then Senior Tom is really an expert, and he found you such a good spirit ring."

　　 According to the original idea in his mind, Blanklin should have said so

　　 But he is the dean of teaching, how can he be ashamed of the students! So pretending to be profound, he said to the clan: "This spirit skill is good, it has a similar demeanor to me back then, but I still need to continue working hard."

　　 The clan gave Blanklin a blank look, who was surprised that his jaw dropped.

　　 "The director taught...", out of previous guilt, the clan still gave the other party a step down.