Battle God Emperor

Seeing how Dou Tian cultivated his basic soul transformation technique to break through his Word Law Battle Magic Stage and how his soul power was as vast as an ocean, Fatty and Ying Feng did not hesitate at all.    

    

The two of them did not hesitate to believe Dou Tian and began to practice the revised version of the Soul Transformation technique.    

    

Just half a day later, a surging black river appeared in the great hall, its roars earth-shattering.    

    

"Big river? "It's not bad either!" Dou Tian was startled, and then relieved, Ying Feng was just a Battle Soul of Grade Nine Heavenly Dao Level, it was already very rare for him to be able to reach the River of Souls.    

    

"The Battle Soul of Grade Nine Heavenly Dao Level's soul becomes a river?" Zhan Luo's eyes flashed with a strange light as he said, "Hall Master Dou, can you let me take a look at the revised version of the Soul Transformation foundation?"    

    

"Of course." Dou Tian did not hesitate. Without the Soul Marrow that Zhan Luo provided, he would not be able to break through Word Law Battle Magic Stage.    

    

Then, Dou Tian used his soul power to transmit the basic section to Zhan Luo. Zhan Luo's eyes were filled with shock as he exclaimed, "You can do this?"    

    

"Senior, is there a problem?" Dou Tian suspiciously looked at Zhan Luo.    

    

"No problem, did you really improve this?" Zhan Luo still couldn't believe it. This battle technique was simply too strange, and he even suspected that Dou Tian couldn't have broken through his Word Law Battle Magic Stage because of it.    

    

"By chance." Dou Tian nodded.    

    

Zhan Luo's eyes were full of bitterness. 'You accidentally made me feel inferior? What would happen if you intentionally comprehended something?'    

    

Boom!    

    

It was also at this moment that a terrifying aura exploded from Fatty's body. His soul power surged in all directions, as though he wanted to faintly devour Ying Feng's entire world.    

    

"Another sea of soul power?" Zhan Luo's pupils contracted slightly. Without hesitation, a burst of soul power rippled out from his body and turned into a golden Light Curtain that separated the fatty from Ying Feng.    

    

"Thank you, senior." Dou Tian slightly bowed. If the two Soul Sea s attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.    

    

"Hall Master Dou, you have truly created a new river of history." Zhan Luo had the gall to sigh. A single sea of soul power was already enough to shock them.    

    

But today, there were two of them in succession. This was a bit demonic. Zhan Luo instantly thought of the revised version of his soul transformation basic text.    

    

This strange phenomenon lasted for several more hours before it stopped.    

    

Ying Feng and Fatty woke up one after the other, both of their faces blossoming into smiles.    

    

"Congratulations." The fatty was grinning from ear to ear. His soul power had turned into an ocean, so it was no wonder that he was so happy.    

    

"Same to you, same to you." Ying Feng also laughed, Battle Soul of Grade Nine Heavenly Dao Level s could be counted on one hand, and their Splenic Region of Pangu Continent could be counted on the other.    

    

"Alright, stop flattering me." Dou Tian couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh right, Second, I found a problem, why is it that when soul power becomes sea, my Soul Sea is very big, but why don't I have a lot of soul power?"    

    

"Could it be that you want soul power to fill your dantian?" The fatty said snappily, "Forming a sea of soul power, this is only a strange phenomenon. It can only be said that the larger the Soul Sea, the greater its potential. In the future, the soul force whirlpool can absorb the world's spirit energy and make a breakthrough."    

    

Dou Tian embarrassedly scratched his head and asked in bewilderment, "You're saying that Word Law Battle Magic Stage also rely on absorbing the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth to break through?"    

    

"Do you really think that just by forming a sea of soul power, you can make a breakthrough while lying in bed?" The fatty rolled his eyes at Dou Tian.    

    

Dou Tian finally understood that whether it was a sea of soul power or a river of soul power, both represented a person's potential.    

    

On one hand, it was directly linked to the Battle Soul. The higher the Battle Soul's grade, the greater the Soul Sea. On the other hand, it was also related to the battle tactics that they had cultivated.    

    

"Unfortunately, this pool of Soul Marrow has been completely squandered by the three of us." The fatty looked back at the Soul Marrow that was close to drying up and sighed.    

    

"You're still not satisfied? Let's go. After staying here for half a month, it's time to leave." Dou Tian took a deep breath and walked to Zhan Luo's side. He slightly bent his body and said, "Many thanks to senior for this small fortune."    

    

"There's no need to be polite, just remember what you promised me." With Fatty and the other two by his side, he no longer addressed Dou Tian as' Hall Master '.    

    

"I actually forgot about that. His mouth is too soft, and his hand is too short. Sigh." Dou Tian's heart was slightly startled. He had nearly forgotten about this matter. He solemnly nodded and said, "Senior, please be at ease. Junior will do all that I can."    

    

Afterwards, the fatty and Ying Feng both thanked him. The three then left the great hall and broke through their Word Law Battle Magic Stage.    

    

"Wait." Just as the three of them walked out of the main hall, Zhan Luo's voice sounded again. The three hastily stopped in their tracks and looked at Zhan Luo. Little friend, take that bone blade with you as well.    

    

"Bone knife?" The three people of Dou Tian's group were puzzled. Where was the bone blade?    

    

Suddenly …    

    

Ka ka! The Word Law Battle Magic Stage of the skeletons in the plaza started to crumble, turning into countless ashes and dispersing in the plaza. On the ground, however, was a strange blood-colored battle weapon.    

    

"Sickle of the God of Death?" Of course, this name was not the real name of the bone blade. It was something that came to mind.    

    

"Sickle of the God of Death? "This is a good image, haha ~" Zhan Luo laughed.    

    

With a rumble, the great bronze hall once again closed. The entire plaza became deathly silent.    

    

"Ying Feng." Dou Tian suddenly shouted.    

    

"Huh?" Ying Feng did not react in time, he did not know why, but he revealed a look of shock on his face, "No, this war weapon is too precious."    

    

Although he said so, his eyes betrayed him as he was completely attracted by the scythe.    

    

"Stop blabbering and blabbering. Hurry up and take it and leave. If you don't want it, just leave it here." The fatty pushed Ying Feng with his palm. He was still holding onto the Heaven-fighting Halberd, so he naturally did not dare be interested in the Sickle of the God of Death.    

    

Dou Tian stepped on the air and flew out of the Light Curtain.    

    

"Many thanks, Young Master." Ying Feng smiled like a flower, without hesitation he held the Death God's Scythe in his hands, causing a burst of crackling sounds to ring out, shaking everyone's eardrums.    

    

"Sonic attack?" The three of them revealed looks of surprise. Only now did they realize that there was a black metal chain behind the Sickle of the God of Death.    

    

"What a strange sound wave attack, I feel my head go dizzy." Fatty shook his head, holding the Heaven-fighting Halberd in his hand, he released a monstrous fighting intent, and his eyes became clear again.    

    

On the other hand, Dou Tian, this sound wave attack did not have any effect on him, but the Nether God Battle Soul in his dantian slightly trembled.    

    

"It's a pretty good weapon, at least reached the Immortal Grade." Fatty took a deep breath and grinned: "However, he's still a bit worse than my Heaven-fighting Halberd."    

    

"The most suitable one is the best." Ying Feng was unconcerned. He, who was wrapped in a black robe, held the Crimson Death God Scythe in his hands.    

    

"Stop boasting and put away your weapons. Let's go." Dou Tian glared at the two of them as the Nether God Battle Soul whizzed out, enveloping the three of them and rushing out of the arena.