"Shadow Death Scythe." Dugu Yan whispered with a hint of awe in her tone.
"It's indeed an apt name." Ye Lingling thought of the mysterious face with only a shadow and gray mist under the gray robe.
The dark gray sickle gives people a sense of despair as if they are on the verge of death as soon as it appears, and the name "Death Scythe" is aptly named.
Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, also expressing her agreement.
She had personally witnessed the traces left by the fusion of their martial souls and had a deep understanding of it.
"So, what is the thing that you use for your martial soul fusion technique?" Dugu Bo asked.
He couldn't get over the creepy feeling.
"Let me go take a look first." Fang Ling said softly.
He stood up from the bed and walked towards the training ground accompanied by several people.
The servants ordered by Dugu Bo had already taken their shifts and were still guarding there diligently.
"You can go down." Fang Ling waved his hand, then walked slowly to the tree trunk.
At the cross section, the dark gray color left by the cut made by the Shadow Scythe has begun to fade gradually.
Instead, it slowly spreads along the veins of the tree trunk.
The carved tree trunk could no longer be called a tree trunk, as gray spread upwards and the trunk split directly into several pieces, leaving only a few pieces of wood.
The ashes scattered naturally, forming a shallow layer of dust on the ground.
"Will the power in it be consumed?" Fang Ling thought for a moment, and amid the exclamations of everyone, he touched his hand with the gray color that symbolized death.
He wanted to use his own hands to feel what it felt like.
The fingertips were stained with a light gray color, symbolizing death, but nothing unusual appeared.
This is a martial soul fusion technique from him, how could it possibly hurt him?
Summoning a sickle, Fang Ling cut a smooth surface from the broken wooden stake. The part below that was not stained by gray still retained a certain vitality.
He tried to inject soul power, only to see that the gray color accelerated its progress explosively, with ashes constantly falling.
When the supply of soul power was stopped and after a while, the gray color above returned to its previous slow progress.
However, it did not disappear, but instead clung to it like a maggot on the bone, and was extremely difficult to erase.
"Lingling, use one skill." Fang Ling touched his chin and raised his finger soaked in death energy in front of her.
Ye Lingling summoned her martial soul, and a white petal spun gently and connected with the gray.
In an instant, a sharp crackling sound echoed all around, and two completely opposite forces engaged in a fierce confrontation.
However, the energy of death was extremely tough. The petals collapsed at the touch and disappeared instantly.
Fang Ling combined his guesses and made an inference:
"This is the power of death. It should be considered a high-level power of death contained in my body, a low-level derivative power stimulated by soul power."
Although it is a low-level derivative, judging from its strong adhesion and durability, it should be regarded as the ultimate death, a force that is completely opposite to the attributes of life.
What is not clearly stated on the panel is the higher power related to death.
"Higher power of death?" Dugu Bo muttered the word. This made-up phrase made him feel quite unfamiliar.
Fang Ling confirmed: "Yes, it is an energy that is completely opposite to life, and has strong corrosive and adhesive properties."
"It can bring the death that all things deserve in advance. This is why Zhu Qing and I can have the martial soul fusion technique. The netherworld and death are a perfect match."
"Your sickle evolved from an ordinary agricultural sickle. Where does this power of death come from?" Dugu Bo was puzzled.
Fang Ling has already explained his past experiences in detail.
"It's probably because I died once before." He said calmly. "What!" Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were full of shock.
"Fang Ling..." Ye Lingling couldn't help but hold his arm tightly, with a hint of heartache in her beautiful blue eyes.
Dugu Yan felt mixed emotions for a moment.
Fang Ling's tone was filled with relief:
"I don't know how he managed to survive after losing half of his lower leg. Now it looks like he should have been dead, but luckily he didn't die and is alive again."
Ghost Douluo also came back to life, and his martial soul also carried a hint of death, so his situation should be for the same reason.
Thinking of this, Fang Ling's gaze fell on that special expertise again.
? ? ? (Special expertise, fusion in progress. Your time travel has allowed the little cripple who should have died long ago to still be active in Douluo Continent. You are fusing a line from...)
To have this magical effect, the word that should follow "from" is "previous life".
The death energy brought by the death in the previous life swallowed up the death energy born in this life, allowing him to live again.
The fusion process has been stagnant, but it can gradually advance with the increase of soul power level, which means that this power is too strong and can only be integrated slowly.
"Is this the reason why you, my disciple, want a death attribute spirit ring?" Dugu Bo suddenly realized.
Fang Ling nodded: "That's right. I probably felt this kind of power hidden in my body when I was at the Soul Master stage, but I didn't know much about it at that time. I just knew that it was completely different from the feeling given by ordinary attributes."
"So I guess it might be fate or time and space."
Although I guessed it from what I saw on the panel, visual experience is also a feeling.
Staring into Zhu Zhuqing's cold eyes, Fang Ling's eyes were piercing: "Now after the fusion of Zhuqing's martial spirit, it is confirmed that he is dead!"
"Can I control it?" Dugu Bo felt relieved and once again felt like he had picked up a treasure.
If such a powerful death attribute against life can be used perfectly, who can resist it?
Invincible!
"Of course - not for now." Fang Ling shook his head slightly.
He was the leader of the martial soul fusion skill Shadow Scythe. The reason why he did not pay much attention when performing it and instead prepared to attack immediately was because his soul power was drained too fiercely.
If we don't launch an attack, we will disintegrate.
Even if he swung the sword in time, the martial soul fusion technique would consume all the soul power in an instant and it would collapse in an instant.
Fang Ling thought for a moment and explained:
"This power is very strong. I am still unable to control it. It is gradually merging with my cultivation level. I need a soul ring with the attribute of death to speed up the fusion process."
"I can feel that there is a certain gap in our martial soul fusion skills." Zhu Zhuqing understood and expressed his feelings at this time.
Fang Ling affirmed: "It should be because my death attribute is still in a latent state."
"After a while, when the meridian strength is restored, I will obtain the fifth soul ring and bring it to the surface. It shouldn't consume so much energy."
He has been exercising more these days to get his blood circulating faster.
Through excellent perception, I can clearly feel that my left foot is hotter than other parts of the body, and it is being strengthened.
At the same time, he did not stop meditating.
Use the soul power that is close to the limit of the meridians to circulate little by little, so that the meridians can adapt and grow faster.
"The true development and mastery of the martial soul fusion technique may have to wait until I obtain the fifth soul ring."
The death attribute of the fifth soul ring is absolutely the key.
(End of this chapter)