Douluo: Take the First Poseidon's Nine Tests

Chapter 36

No matter where Hemingway fled, as long as he still took the soul guide conch with him, the purple whale could locate and capture his position at any time. So don't worry about the purple whale he ran away. Now he is most concerned about his daughter's safety.

"Captain, the ship is almost out of sight. Do you want to catch up?" At this time, a soul Saint came up and asked in a low voice, "or shall we hang far behind and spend it with him?"

"No! Wait first, he can't escape!"

The purple whale looked at the ship shadow that could hardly be seen in the distance and said coldly, "let him be proud for a few days and relax his vigilance. When my daughter is safe, it's the time for the boy to pay the bill!"

For his daughter's safety, he can only hope that Hemingway can keep his promise.

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On the boundless blue ocean.

A small sailboat sailed against the wind and waves!

Inside the cabin.

Hemingway looked pale through the window, confirming the wind direction and adjusting the canvas. Fortunately, the ship was not difficult to operate, otherwise he would face the embarrassment of having an empty ship but not driving.

At this time, the hostage Purple Pearl had passed out and was casually left in the corner of the cockpit. He had knocked her out as early as he stepped on the ship to be on the safe side. So as not to get in the way.

It's been two hours since we sailed away. Hemingway found that the pirates did not catch up, obviously afraid that he had hostages in his hands.

But he was not careless. Instead, he ran away in a boat for two hours, and now he was finally relieved. For a moment and a half, the pirates couldn't catch up.

He can relax a little.

Just as soon as the spirit relaxed, the injury, which had been pressed for two hours, finally couldn't be restrained and spewed out old blood directly. Obviously, the previous sound wave injury to the lungs is not as easy as it seems. But what made him feel the most hard was the pain like an electric drill through his head!

If it had not been for six years of hard training on the desert island, his will and physique would have been tempered. As early as when he was accidentally attacked, he was probably unconscious. Thanks to years of gravity training, his endurance is amazing. His greatest advantage is that he is long enough. Both mentally and physically.

But he is holding on now and is about to reach his limit. Accompanied by the severe pain was a strong sense of fatigue. He wanted to fall asleep now. Repair your mental damage in your sleep.

But

"... no! I can't coma! I'm not out of danger yet, and I must recover as soon as possible..." Hemingway opened his bloodshot pupils, scanned the Purple Pearl next to him, tried his best to cheer up, loosened the rudder and sat down. Force yourself into meditation

But perhaps because of mental trauma, the efficiency of meditation is very low and intermittent... But Hemingway recovered two tenths of his soul power after stumbling and spending half an hour.

This speed is very fast. The better the quality of martial spirit, the higher the level of innate soul power. Then the faster the speed of restoring soul power will be, and all aspects will have advantages. So this is a world born to be.

Hemingway opened his eyes and withdrew from meditation. Then he raised his right hand and puffed up a cat like meat pad on his palm. Want to use the ability of meatball fruit to bounce out the mental trauma you have suffered!

Try to concentrate

The whole world turned into beautiful colors in his eyes

"I hope you can do it!" After opening the color of seeing and hearing, I observed myself with the vision of God and successfully found the concept of mental trauma in my brain. Then gently pat on the forehead!

He wanted to pop up the concept of trauma.

"Bang!"

He was slapped gently on the forehead.

The soft meat pad of the palm bounced on the forehead, just like massage. It was very comfortable.

But it's no use. The concept of trauma can't be popped up at all.

"Sure enough..."

Hemingway sighed when he saw it. He knew it was not so simple. Although he can see all kinds of concepts, he can even simply pop up the tired concepts. However, there are differences between concepts, including low-end and high-end.

Just because he can see those high-end concepts doesn't mean he can pop them up. At this stage, the development of his fruit ability is too simple, and even many more advanced concepts can not be seen. Let alone pop up these concepts.

In the six years on the desert island, he also specialized in exercising the ability of meatball fruit in his spare time, but with little effect. This ability is still too advanced for him at this stage. He can't master it by training. He must become stronger before he can use this ability at will.

The concepts of aging and death are too high-end for him at this stage, which is not what he can dream of.

Moreover, it also needs to consume soul power to display the fruit ability. The more high-end concepts pop up, the more terrible the soul power consumed!

No ability can be created out of nothing. You have to consume your own energy. Otherwise, it would be unreasonable if it could be used without restriction.

So to sum up.

Although the ability of meatball fruit is invincible, he has not developed this ability to the extreme at this stage. Therefore, when used in combat, it can only abuse vegetables. You can't expect to fight with a real expert.

If you want to really use the ability of meat ball fruit, such as arm waving, Hemingway estimates that he can barely use it until he becomes a God. After all, the ability of this fruit itself is very high-end. It can be imagined that the energy required to launch is massive when reaching the high depth. No ordinary soul master can afford it.

"Forget it, since the injury can't recover for the time being. Let's fix this woman first. Otherwise, it's too dangerous to keep this woman." Hemingway sighed, then endured the sharp pain in his viscera and stood up slowly. Staggering to the corner, the woman lying unconscious on the ground walked.

Seeing and hearing the color spread out and shrouded around the whole ship, so he could feel that the woman was still in a coma and didn't pretend to be in a coma or something.

Come to Purple Pearl and squat down gently. He held out his hand, golden light on his palm... Slowly pressed it on her forehead.

Close your eyes gently.

Restore some soul power in her body, and continuously transform it into armed domineering. Strands of golden light continuously invade her body, travel wantonly in her meridians, block and bind her meridians, and close the acupoints and orifices... Finally, after flowing all over the body, the remaining golden light converges to the abdominal Dantian, turns into a big net, and firmly wraps and imprisons all her soul power!