Huang Ying's residence was silent.

Yi Tian's soul ring fusion had reached the end, and Huang Ying also breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that the soul power and qi and blood fluctuations in Yi Tian's body had calmed down.

He turned around, walked lightly, and came to the door of the house, arching his hand to the team of healing soul masters who were waiting outside:

"I'm troublesome with Mr. Moore this time, the tumbling breath in that little guy's body has calmed down, and this fusion has gone smoothly!"

The old man known as Mohr waved his hand slightly: "Teacher Huang is polite, we didn't make any efforts, but we saw the birth of a genius, which was really eye-opening!" ”

Huang Ying and Moore are blowing each other in business.

Yi Tian entered the illusion again.

This time, he was not at the Glory Execution Ground of Draven, but a Shura field, where mountains of corpses lay across the ground, sticky blood staining the ground bright red, and wreckage everywhere.

The sound of shouting and killing rolled in, as well as the screeching of feathered arrows, the wailing, and the neighing of war horses.

The two waves of armies converged in one place, as if on the desolate black land, there were two huge fierce beasts fighting, each collision bringing a large piece of flesh and stumps and severed arms.

Yi Tian looked at this scene blankly, his heart vibrated violently like a drum, this immersive feeling cannot be compared with any big-scene and big-budget movie.

He could even smell the hot breath coming out of the nostrils of the galloping warhorses.

The heat mixed with the rich smell of blood, forming a disgusting and nauseous fishy smell, which rolled like a tide and hit his nose, making his blood boil all over his body, as if it was about to burn.

He could see thousands of figures rushing to kill, except for one big man, he couldn't see the faces of the others clearly, and everyone seemed to be marked with a layer of mosaic, which seemed to be extremely blurry.

The big man, he recognized, was Draven.

Delevingne was wearing a black armor, a heavy black armor that had been dyed blood-red, and every tiny crevice in the armor was embedded with blackened blood.

He followed closely a figure as strong as a mountain, and the two of them rushed back to and fro among the hosts, leaping over the rain of arrows, over the obstacles, over the bones all over the ground, and no one could stop them, and everywhere they passed was a bloody storm.

Yi Tian glanced at the black shadow beside Draven, and then looked away, he already understood that the black shadow that was taller and burlier than Draven was Draedin's elder brother, Darius.

This is one of the many great battles on the way to the rise of two brothers who depend on each other.

Darius was beaten into a mosaic, Yi Tian couldn't see his appearance clearly in this illusion, this was Draven's skill inheritance scene, he naturally had to stare at Draven and observe Draven's every move.

On the battlefield, Draven was like a grim reaper, his axe spinning and roaring like a beast, each of which brought up a large body of blood and stumps.

Draven changed from the image of the previous ADC, wearing heavy armor, charging like a heavy warrior, but his burly body did not match his dexterous steps.

There was a faint red light flashing around him, and he walked in a dense pace like rain, and the flying axe in his hand rose and fell, flying again and again, and quickly slashed, and he couldn't see the movement clearly at all, and could only vaguely feel the trajectory of the axe flying out.

Yi Tian stared closely at Delevingne's movements, not letting go of the slightest detail.

He noticed that Draven's action of throwing the axe was quite smooth, and the axe followed Draven as if it were alive, and the place where Draven was advancing was where the axe ejected.

Draven danced the axe so fast that even afterimages appeared, as if for him, this was not a bloody and cruel Shura field.

This is his show.

The sonorous sound of the collision between the weapons is music, he is dancing to the rhythm of the melody, the countless bursts of blood are ceremonial flowers, and the screams one after another are cheers......

Yi Tian was stunned, he watched in a daze as Delai Culture made a phantom charge, and the flying axe slashed at the head of an enemy general, and the scarlet blood gushed and exploded with the rotation of the flying axe.

At this moment, he seems to have taken on the role of Draven, who is sprinting bloodily on the battlefield and moving forward.

There was no help, just an old brother and two throwing axes in his hands, surrounded by enemies who had fallen like straw, and he walked forward with blood above his knees.

The enemy army surged forward like a tidal wave, and countless iron hooves stepped on the smoke and dust, like a heavy gray wave rushing, but he was not afraid, even if the enemy poured like a flood that burst the embankment, he could not shake his attacking footsteps.

He was not afraid, nor was Darius beside him, and the enemy feared.

Not only after a long time, Yi Tian's eyelids that were sitting in the room twitched slightly, and the next moment, he opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the figure of the teacher Huang Ying, who was looking at him with some concern.

See Yi Tian wake up.

Huang Ying's slightly raised heart slowly relaxed.

This was the first time in his life that he had seen anyone spend a full six hours fusing the soul ring, coupled with the flickering red light on Yi Tian's body, and the soul ring far beyond the limit, even if Yi Tian's state was stable, it still made him a little worried.

He asked, "How does it feel?" ”

"It feels good, this soul ring is very powerful, and the soul skills attached to it are also good!"

Yi Tian nodded, his tone trembled slightly with excitement, this time the harvest was really too great, not only the soul ring skill, but also the awakening of a martial soul skill again.

And these are not the most critical, this time his biggest gain is the experience gained from the most descendants of the Draven consciousness, unparalleled combat skills, and the indomitable and unstoppable mind.

Listening to Yi Tian's words, Huang Ying's heart moved slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in her indifferent eyes, and she blurted out: "Can you tell me what the second soul skill is?" ”

Huang Ying did not say this sentence in a commanding tone, the effect of the soul skill is the privacy of the soul master, once the effect of the soul skill is known and spread, it will undoubtedly be targeted when there is a war in the future.

Someone else may hesitate, but Yi Tian doesn't have this problem at all, he doesn't realize it, after all, in his previous life, he watched anime, and when he made a move, everyone's soul skills were introduced by a narrator.

"Teacher, my second soul skill is called 'Flying Sparrow'!" Yi Tian introduced: "When this soul skill is activated, its own hegemonic state cannot be interrupted by ordinary control skills and confusion skills.

"When cast, after jumping into the air, it turns into lightning and dives down, dealing area damage to the target area and has the ability to break through the defense of soul power."

"Overlord? What is the general control effect of immunity? With movement and damage abilities?! Huang Ying was shocked in vain, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"It is worthy of a soul ring that far exceeds the limit of nearly one year, this powerful skill actually appears in the second soul skill, high risk and high reward!"