Chapter 115: The opportunity to become a god, the inheritance of gods? There is a play! A trace of ecstasy surged in Moro's heart, but he quickly suppressed it. In the room, Moro stroked his beard, smiled, and looked at Huo Yuhao with satisfaction, like a master who had attained enlightenment. "My friend, it is fate that we meet here. To be honest, I was a spiritual soul master in my lifetime, just like you. You are my best candidate for succession!" This posture is very much like that of an upright soul master who is eager to accept a disciple. Just now, Moro was worried that Huo Yuhao was difficult to deceive, so he was ready to take forceful action. but now. Moro was basically certain that Huo Yuhao was the kind of young man who was gifted and extremely eager to become stronger. It was probably because he had some deep hatred or something like that. He had heard too many stories like this, but that was not the point. The point is, as long as a person has desires, he will have weaknesses. As an evil soul master during his lifetime, Moro was confident that he could easily control a teenager when it came to triggering human weaknesses.

All you have to do is seize the boy's weakness, lure him with benefits, and convince him to let you enter his spiritual sea. With my own means, wouldn't it be easy to occupy this body with infinite potential? When he thought that the young man in front of him might have twin martial souls, Moluo's greed grew even stronger. Huo Yuhao was surprised at first, and then he finally made up his mind: "Then how can I help you?" "My friend, you just need to relax your body and let me enter your spiritual sea. The most important thing now is to remove the curse from you first." Moro had a serious look on his face, and his words showed his consideration for Huo Yuhao. Huo Yuhao despised it in his heart, but he hesitated on his face: "Enter the spiritual sea? But the teachers in the academy said that once you let someone enter the spiritual sea, it is equivalent to handing your life over to someone else. I am a little worried." Upon hearing this, Moro suddenly became impatient. Why is this kid in front of me so fussy? Why not just use force against him? But then I thought, no, that’s not right. This kid keeps mentioning words like college and teacher. He may be from a large college. Maybe his teacher is not far away! Furthermore, this kid's spiritual sea is protected by extreme ice, so it may not be possible to occupy it by force for a while. If something goes wrong and is noticed by others, it will be troublesome! What's more, it is normal for the other party to be wary of a strange soul. It would be even more strange if you were caught off guard all of a sudden. First lower the other party's defense. As long as you can enter the other party's spiritual sea, everything will be easy! Having made up his mind, Mo Luo frowned and said with a little disappointment: "Alas, I didn't expect that you still doubt me so much." Seeing this, Huo Yuhao said, “We must be on guard against others. Sorry, old sir.” Moro nodded and sighed, "It's normal for you to be so cautious at such a young age. In this case, in order to make you trust me, I will tell you my lifeblood." The next moment, the Soul-Devouring Knife in front of Huo Yuhao suddenly trembled slightly. Then, a black circular mark appeared in the center of the carving knife. "Over the years, although my soul has been sealed by this carving knife, I have also relied on this carving knife to preserve my soul. This circular mark is the origin of my soul. My friend, I promise that I will not have any bad intentions towards you. If I do, you only need to destroy the mark on the carving knife, and I will die. This may prove my sincerity and make you feel more at ease?" Moro did not lie, this soul imprint was indeed his origin.

As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Three thousand years ago, he burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil on the mainland. Knowing that he had too many enemies, he kept a backup plan. The metal used for this carving knife was obtained by him by accident, and this metal contains an extremely huge amount of life energy. Moro could feel it, but he didn't know how to use it. So he thought of this sinister trick, which was to split out a part of his soul and imprint it on it. Relying on the powerful life force in the metal to preserve one's soul. It turns out that caution pays off. Three thousand years ago, his body was surrounded and killed, but the part of his soul contained in the carving knife is still intact. The previous thirty-seven owners of the carving knife all died because they could not accept his possession of their bodies, because those thirty-seven people were not spiritual soul masters. This is the truth about the Soul-Devouring Knife. As for the curse, it does not exist at all. It was the demon who was causing trouble from beginning to end. He was very cunning. Even though he did not lie, he concealed some facts. This soul imprint is indeed his origin. Once it is destroyed by a mental attack, his soul will be shattered. However, this mental attack must reach the level of Titled Douluo! Otherwise, it would be impossible to destroy his spiritual imprint. This is also the reason why he has been able to survive for three thousand years. During these three thousand years, this Soul-Devouring Knife has fallen into the hands of Titled Douluo before. But no one could find the reason and no one could lift this so-called curse. It is because, as long as he does not take the initiative to reveal his soul imprint, no one will be able to find it. At this time, Mo Luo unscrupulously displayed his soul imprint in front of Huo Yuhao, because he was sure that his mental attack could not reach the level of Titled Douluo. What a joke, if a Three-Ring Soul Master can have this ability, then he will accept it. Moro sneered. As long as Huo Yuhao let down his guard and allowed himself to enter the other party's spiritual sea, he would be able to occupy this body in just a moment! When Huo Yuhao saw this scene, he breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to have completely relaxed. "Senior, I am too cautious. Well, I agree to your request. Come on, senior." The extremely cold aura on Huo Yuhao's body slowly faded away. There was a gleam of light in Moro's eyes, and he was so excited that he was about to explode! New life, this young body is waving to him. He, Mara, will be back soon! At the moment when the extreme ice on Huo Yuhao's body completely disappeared, Moluo moved instantly. The soul body he transformed into turned into a black smoke and drilled into Huo Yuhao's forehead at an extremely fast speed! Huo Yuhao only felt an extremely cold aura rushing into his sea of ​​consciousness. "Hahahahahahaha, I'm finally in, you idiot, you really are an idiot!" "I finally got a perfect body. It's worth waiting for so many years!" "I, Mara, will return again." As soon as Moro entered Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea, he started laughing wildly without even trying to hide his laughter.

"Senior, what do you mean?" Huo Yuhao’s questioning voice was heard in the spiritual sea. "What do you mean? Little guy, just go and die obediently. Stop asking so many questions. I will take over this body!" At this time, Mara was extremely rampant. He carefully felt Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea. A look of ecstasy appeared on his face again. "Hmm? I didn't expect your spiritual sea to be so vast. Your spiritual power is almost comparable to that of a soul master at the Soul Douluo level. It's really against the will of heaven. I really found a treasure!" Moro was extremely excited. The talent of this body was really great, and it had twin martial souls! Maybe in this life, he can really use this body to reach the realm he once longed for and become a god! "Die!" In ecstasy, a billowing black gas suddenly emanated from his body, rapidly expanding in all directions of Huo Yuhao’s spiritual sea. When Huo Yuhao saw this scene, he sighed. This evil soul master was really stupid. In just a few words, his fatal weakness was exposed. If he doesn't expose his soul imprint himself, I really don't know where to start if I want to deal with him. But now, it's different. Are you just so impatient to die? Why bother. Huo Yuhao stopped acting and talking nonsense, and called out in his spiritual sea: "Tian Meng, where is the Ice Emperor?" Moro ignored him and continued to emit black energy, but he suddenly found that his black energy was frozen! what's going on? Could it be that this kid has some means to resist my mental power? When I was alive, I was a spiritual soul master at the Titled Douluo level, and I have fought with Super Douluos! Moro was stunned for a moment! How is this going? At this moment, two huge monsters suddenly appeared in Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea. One is a giant silkworm that is completely white and emits golden light, and the other is a scorpion with a emerald green tail that exudes a fierce aura! Moro was stunned! What's going on? How could there be two beings with auras comparable to those of ferocious beasts in this kid's spiritual sea? In his opinion, Huo Yuhao should be an ordinary boy who faces opportunities and desires to become stronger. Why is he hiding such a huge secret? This sudden change made him feel nervous. Could it be that this kid has been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger? Moro was horrified. He couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe it. He suddenly roared in a low voice, and black air came out of his body as if he was risking his life. Upon seeing this, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and Ice Emperor once again exuded extreme coldness from their bodies. Under this extreme coldness, the black air seemed to be frozen in Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea and could not advance an inch. Huo Yuhao sneered and began to call upon the enormous mental power of the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm. The next moment, scarlet pupils and black magatama appeared in his eyes. Then, Huo Yuhao condensed his mental power into an extremely thin needle. The first soul skill, mental shock, exploded and shot straight towards the black mark on the Soul-Devouring Knife in front of him. With a "buzzing" sound, as if it was the wailing coming from the Soul-Devouring Knife, cracks immediately appeared on the black mark on the knife. “Ahhhhhh!” At the same time, the Demon Luo in Huo Yuhao’s spiritual sea let out an extremely shrill scream.

His black soul body began to tremble and cracks appeared. Huo Yuhao just watched quietly as Mo Luo rolled and wailed in his sea of ​​consciousness. After a while, Moro finally stopped howling, but he was already extremely dazed. what happened? He almost died! How could this kid have such a terrifying mental power? What a terrifying ability! How could he not understand? He fell into the trap! I completely fell into the trap of this guy in front of me and exposed my weakness. Now, the power of life and death rests entirely in the hands of this young man! Moro's body kept shaking, regret and unwillingness growing in his heart. But the most important thing is fear. At this moment, there is extreme fear in Moro's heart. As the saying goes, the older you get, the more afraid you are of death. This is true. Moro has lived in the Soul-Devouring Knife for three thousand years, and he is really afraid of death. The soul he transformed into immediately knelt down and shouted, "My friend, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, don't kill me, don't kill me!" The more arrogant you were just now, the more humble you are now. "Senior, this is not a misunderstanding, if I guess correctly, you just wanted to take over my body, isn't this a bit too much?" Mo Luo pleaded quickly: "My friend, it is my fault. I am blind!" "Please spare my life, I am still valuable to you!" As soon as he finished speaking, countless free mists in the sea of ​​​​spirituality condensed and transformed into a body that was exactly the same as Huo Yuhao. "Oh? Senior, what value do you have to me? Tell me." "I said, can you spare my life, young friend?" “It depends on how valuable you are.” Huo Yuhao shook his head and remained noncommittal. Mo Luo said hurriedly: "It is valuable, absolutely valuable. I am willing to become your soul slave and sign a contract with you. I will be your slave and serve you like a cow or a horse." "I was a ninth-level soul master in my lifetime. If I am not mistaken, you must also be a soul master. I am willing to share my experience with you, which will surely help you to have a smooth journey as a soul master." Huo Yuhao waved his hand and said, “Senior, you are a soul guide from three thousand years ago. Soul guides are developing rapidly. Your experience from three thousand years ago may not be suitable for the current era. Besides, my teacher is also an eighth-level soul guide. Why should I add more?” Moluo was stunned, and then said with determination: "Although I killed countless people when I was young, I saved tens of millions of gold soul coins, as well as a lot of natural treasures and soul bones. I hid all these things in a secret place. My friend, I am willing to contribute them all to you!" Huo Yuhao smiled: “Senior, do you think I am someone who is short of money? Besides, thousands of years have passed, who knows if your treasure is still there? Therefore, the things you said are nothing but castles in the air.” "Senior, if you don't have anything else of value, then..." "Wait!" Moro gritted his teeth, "There is one last thing. This thing will definitely be useful to you, my friend!" "I know information about a divine inheritance on the continent!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Tianmeng and Bingdi's faces changed! The inheritance of gods! How many people in Douluo Continent have been searching for it in vain, and countless Extreme Douluo masters are stuck at the step of becoming a god, unable to make any progress. Many times, it is not that they lack talent, but that they have not found the inheritance of the gods' throne. In the end, it can only fall in disgrace. It can be said that as long as there is news of the inheritance of gods on the Douluo Continent, it will definitely cause great turmoil! The entire continent will be plunged into a bloody storm. The value of this news is evident. After all, who doesn’t want to become a god? “Oh?” Huo Yuhao’s eyes finally lit up. He stroked his chin and said with interest, “Tell me about it.” "My friend, you know that I am an evil soul master, but that's what ordinary people on the continent call us. In fact, we have an organization, and our organization is called the Holy Spirit Church." Huo Yuhao nodded. Everyone knew this and there was nothing to say. "In fact, I was an elder of the Holy Spirit Church back then. In fact, I should have inherited the position of the leader, but for some reason, I failed!" Having said that, Moro gritted his teeth, looking unwilling. (End of this chapter)