Douluo’s Haotian Myth

The white-gold fog temple is suspended above thousands of dense fog.

Suddenly, a cloud of white gold mist fell from the Nine Heavens, directly covering the entire fog temple.

At that moment, Tang Bufan's soul was throbbing, and he vaguely sensed something. He looked up at the void, his eyes passed through the layers of thick fog, and he saw the scene above.

A middle-aged man phantom appeared in the sky above the fog temple shrouded in white gold fog.

The middle-aged man in the fog is none other than the fog god who descended from the god realm. Of course, this is just a projection of him.

Wushen's eyes were slightly surprised that someone could sense him under the isolation of his domain. He wanted to see who he was, and it shouldn't be another god. It was a coincidence.

I saw his eyes glide through the thick fog and fell directly on Tang Bufan, and he instantly understood Tang Bufan's cultivation. At the same time, the thunder mark between Tang Bufan's eyebrows seemed to have been stimulated in some way, and it emerged spontaneously, emitting a purple-gold light.

Through the thick fog, Tang Bufan and Wushen looked at each other, and for the first time a shocking expression appeared in his eyes. Is this phantom in the thick fog the legendary Wushen?

Really powerful, even if the real body is not coming, it makes his soul throb and feels great pressure.

The god of fog was also surprised when he saw the mark on Tang Bufan's forehead, but he soon became regretful.

"Twelve-year-old, fifty-eighth-level soul king, the prototype of the soul is formed in his mind, this kind of talent is almost unprecedented, and he has obtained the inheritance of Thor, but Thor has completely fallen, even if he obtains his inheritance, I am afraid that he will become a god. One step has a twist!"

After a while, Wushen ignored Tang Bufan and went directly into the temple.

Inside the Temple of Mist, the God of Mist looked at the girl drowned in the mist, nodded with satisfaction, and moved his lips slightly.

A thunderbolt suddenly sounded in Zihan's mind, who was at a loss.

"Sit down cross-legged, close your eyes and meditate, absorb the mist, and awaken your martial soul."

Zihan only felt that the voice was very kind, and without the slightest doubt, he sat down with his legs crossed and began to practice Hunyuan Gong.

An hour later, a look of surprise appeared on Wushen's face, "I didn't expect it to be absorbed so quickly, I thought it would take three hours?"

After absorbing the mist on the altar, Zihan's temperament has changed, faintly revealing an ancient and noble temperament, and the aura of his body has become ethereal and difficult to comprehend.

Wushen nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, twelve years old and thirty-fourth grade, my Ye family finally has a genius, and I can pass on the divine position to you, so I can go out to explore the universe with confidence!"

When Zihan heard someone speak, she opened her eyes quickly, and saw a handsome and kind middle-aged man.

She rolled her eyes, and combined with what she heard just now, she suddenly became excited, and said excitedly: "Ye Zihan, the descendant of the Ye family, has seen the ancestors!"

Wushen chuckled and said: "Yes, very clever, actually able to guess my identity. Well, let's get down to business, the reason why I came to see you today is to pass on the divine position to you, and wait for you to cultivate to the ninety-ninth level. It's time to return to the Temple of the Fog for the final inheritance. By the way, your martial spirit has been fully awakened, and now it is its true form. As for the future cultivation method of the martial spirit, I have already imprinted it in your mind, and you can think about it later! "

After speaking, the mist god phantom disappeared.

Outside, in the Purple Domain, Qing Yu was very worried, "Brother Tang, what do you think we should do next? And will something happen to Zihan?"

Tang Bufan's eyes were calm, "Qingyu, don't worry, I think Zihan should be out soon!"

"But now that the fog temple has risen to the sky, how did she come down?"

Tang Bufan frowned, "Okay, I'll fly up to the sky to see, you stay where you are and don't move."

After speaking, Tang Bufan summoned the phoenix wings, and with a flap of both wings, the whole person rose into the air, and soon disappeared into the depths of the thick fog.

Although the thick fog can suppress mental power, it has no effect on the spirit bone skills, so even if he flew in the thick fog, Tang Bufan was not a headless fly.

In less than five minutes, Tang Bufan broke through the thick fog and saw the fog temple floating quietly above the fog turned into clouds in the distance.

As soon as he spread his wings, he flew over directly. He didn't expect to find Zihan walking out of the hall as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the hall.

The two looked at each other, both of them a little surprised.

Tang Bufan immediately noticed some mysterious changes in Dao Zihan's body, but when he thought that even the fog god was alarmed, it was natural for some changes to appear on his body.

Zihan didn't expect Tang Bufan and Tang Bufan to appear at the entrance of the main hall.

"Brother Tang, why are you here?"

Tang Bufan did not speak, but pointed below.

Zihan couldn't help but looked down, couldn't help but be surprised, isn't the fog temple on the ground? Why is it appearing in the air now?

Tang Bufan flew directly to the top of the stairs outside the Temple of Fog, and explained, "Qing Yu and the others are worried about your safety, they are afraid that you will not be able to come down after accepting the inheritance, so I will fly up to pick you up! I will carry you down!"

Zihan's face turned slightly red, and finally nodded.

Tang Bufan didn't hesitate, picked up Zihan and flew down.

Twelve-year-old Zihan is in his early sixties, but not too heavy. It was the first time that Tang Bufan had been in such close contact with a girl.

Smelling the fragrance emanating from Zihan's body, his mind was inevitably shaken, and the result was that his body was unbalanced, and he almost made a big joke.

However, Tang Bufan quickly retracted his distracting thoughts and flew towards the ground smoothly.

It was also the first time that Zihan had been in close contact with the opposite sex. Her face was slightly red, and she was a little crazy looking at Tang Bufan's handsome face.

Soon, the two landed on the ground again, and a circle of purple fields spread out, dispelling the dense fog, and everyone's sight returned to normal.

Looking at Zihan who was safe and sound, Qing Yu and the others put down their worries. At this moment, a squeaking sound woke everyone up, and the voice revealed joy. It was Xiao Qi.

I saw that Xiaoqi was making intimate calls around Zihan, and Zihan touched Xiaoqi unexpectedly, and it could be seen that Xiaoqi seemed to enjoy it very much.

Tang Bufan's eyes were thoughtful. It seems that Zihan has gained a lot from this inheritance. It seems that he at least knows the origin of Xiaoqi.

In fact, not only Tang Bufan noticed the abnormality, but others also looked at Zihan strangely.

Seeing everyone's eyes, Zihan quickly explained: "Xiaoqi is an ancient alien beast, a colorful treasure-hunting rat, with an extremely rare treasure-hunting ability, a soul beast raised by the great fog god back then. So I'm very sensitive to my breath."

No one doubted him.

At this time, the second elder sighed: "Okay, now that everyone is here, and they have obtained the inheritance of the fog god, it is time to return to the Clear Sky Sect!"

Zihan hurriedly said: "Second elder, these dense fogs have no effect on me now, I will take you out now!"

Later, under the leadership of Zihan, everyone said goodbye to Xiaoqi and left the foggy forest.

Outside the foggy forest, Tang Bufan and his group of eight looked at the forest that was completely immersed in thick fog in front of them. Their expressions were complicated.