Douluo Ball Lottery Draw System

   Grunt!

  Li Ren's throat slides up and down, swallowing hard a spit, cold sweat oozes out of his forehead, and then is evaporated by the hot heat in the air, and it turns into smoke.

  At this moment, he remembered the horror dominated by the strong!

  Long ago, Yang Ming's childish figure had been lost. The child who had been despised by Li Ren just now, like the anger in his chest, formed a behemoth wrapped in blue fireworks.

  Body height of tens of meters, skull-shaped head in blue fireworks, exaggerated horns on both sides of the forehead, no flesh and blood have been seen in the whole body, all recast from Qinglian's earth and heart fire, continuously releasing amazing heat outward.

   The ground under the feet, the fallen leaves stacked on the ground have been burned out, exposing the charred soil underneath, exuding a burning muddy smell.

   "Dead! Bugs!"

   With Yang Ming falling down, the large palm-like palm fell from the sky, wrapped in thousands of degrees of high-temperature heat, and vowed to burn all the people and things in front of him, and return all to the original!

   In front of Yang Ming's large flaming palms, Li Ren has already escaped. What's more, he is not an agile Great Soul Master and can't escape at all.

  In front of the life and death crisis, Li Ren suddenly looked up, he was horrified, he was grieved, he was unwilling, and finally caused him to want to block the car with a scorpion!

   Li Ren's yellow mansions were hot, and they turned into rock armor to cover the whole body again, which seemed to be the final struggle.

   However,

   Yang Ming showed with his actions that all this is just in vain!

   When the flaming giant palm was photographed, it was as easy as killing a mosquito. No resistance was felt. Li Ren's body covered with rock armor was burned to death by thousands of degrees of high temperature!

  Remove the palm, leaving a three-meter long, two-meter wide and one-meter deep palm print on the ground.

   There was no trace of Li Ren in the pit, only a bunch of crystals condensed at high temperature.

   "Call!"

   Yang Ming withdrew his soul skills and returned to his original size, collapsed and sat on the hot ground.

  Because the clothes on his body had been burnt to ashes by flames, fortunately he had bought spare clothes in the city before, and Yang Ming quickly took out the spare clothes from the Youhai Najie and put them on.

   After wiping the sweat that slipped on his chin, Yang Ming still had some snacks and palpitations.

   Soul ring grades are divided into: ten-year soul ring is white, hundred-year soul ring is yellow, thousand-year soul ring is purple, ten-year-old soul ring is black, and hundred-thousand-year soul ring is red.

   Black Soul Ring!

   After Yang Ming absorbed Ragnaros, the Lord of the Flame Demon, he obtained the Wannian Soul Ring!

According to the truth, Ragnaros, the king of the flame demon, has lived for more than 100,000 years. Yang Ming should get the soul ring for 100,000 years. However, Yang Ming guessed that it may be because of different worlds. The change.

   Just like the skills Yang Ming acquired before, after coming to this world, there will be some changes to make it more suitable for Douro world.

   Moreover, Yang Ming said the sentence "dead worm" just now, which is also the line of the king of the flame demon, but now he has not won the chance to draw.

   Perhaps, this is because Yang Ming has already drawn the deity king of the flame demon, so he has lost the opportunity to roll the wool.

   Feeling the soul power that dried up in the body again, Yang Ming smiled bitterly. Although his soul skill is strong, but with his soul power, it can only support three seconds.

   The so-called, three seconds really men.

   Yang Ming dragged his tired body to Tang San.

   Due to the bruises on the body, and the thorns that bound Tang San before, it was so toxic that Tang San's face was so scared that he would be scared to death. Anyone who knew him would not know Tang San now.

   "Third brother, I helped you get revenge. The two guys who seriously injured you like this have been killed by me."

   It seemed to hear Yang Ming’s voice, which stimulated Tang San’s desire to survive. His eyelids twitched slightly, his mouth opened, and he cried weakly:

   "Water... Water..."

   Yang Ming hurriedly took out the water sac from Youhai Najie and opened the bottle cap. Since there was no experience of taking care of the person, the bottle mouth was poured into Tang San mouth and irrigated.

   "Cough, cough, cough!"

  Yang Ming's operation was as fierce as a tiger, and Tang San's tears and nose ran out, and fresh water overflowed from his mouth.

   Tang San raised his eyelids hard, and stared at Yang Ming angrily, weakly:

   "Yang Ming, can't you be gentle, I was almost choked to death by you."

   A trace of embarrassment flashed on Yang Ming's face, and then took away the water pouch, saying:

   "It's good to be able to feed you with water. I have so many comments with me. Believe it or not, I won't give you water."

   That said, Yang Ming didn't take the water sac away. This time he had experience. His hand movements were not so rude, but the irrigation was still so extensive. Tang Sanzhi rolled his eyes angrily and vomited wildly in his heart:

  You really treat me like a web novel to irrigate!

   Anyway, he finally met the drinking needs of Xia Tang San, but his injuries and the toxins accumulated in his body had reached the critical boundary.

  Yang Ming did not dislike Tang San's injury, carried him on his back, and removed the rope from You Hai Najie to fix Tang San's position.

   "It's not too early now, we must first find the master and leave the hunt forest, otherwise your injury will drag on, I am afraid it will not be saved."

  As Yang Ming spoke, he looked away and left.

  Tang San on his back did not answer. He was already semi-conscious and sober, and he also had a high fever. If it was not for Xuan Tiangong, he might have hung up.

   It is necessary to say here that although the Xuanyu hand has the function of not being afraid of toxins, it is only limited to the hands. At present, Tang San is full of blood holes left by thorns, which has long been beyond the scope of Xuanyu hand function.

  Yang Ming just copied Tang San's skills by writing a chakra. He didn't learn Tang Men's detoxification method, otherwise Tang San would feel better now.

   The sky was getting dark, and the looming mist of UU reading www.uukanshu.com began to permeate the forest.

Yang Ming came to the next meal. Due to the war just now, the **** smell and the burning smell of the barbecue seemed to have attracted nearby soul beasts. Deep in the forest in front, more than ten oil-green spots were approaching in their direction. .

   Ghost wolf!

   A kind of soul beast that is very common in the soul hunting forest, specializing in hunting prey in groups.

  As they gradually approached, Yang Ming San Gouyu wrote Chakra eyes to see their figure clearly.

  A total of six ghost wolves, each of them standing up to the size of an adult. The whole body presents an iron gray color. The eyes glow with a gleaming glimmer of light, and the disgusting saliva flows from the sharp teeth.

   Perceiving Yang Ming to stop, Tang San opened his eyes slightly, a hint of purple flashed in his eyes, and he could see clearly the faces of these soul beasts.

   "Yang Ming, you have exhausted your soul, let me go, I don't want to be your burden."

   "What stupid words do you say?" Yang Ming didn't look back and chuckled: "I won't abandon you. Who is it, are you my stupid brother?"

   (three more)

   (Thanks for the low reward of 300 book currency)