Chapter 539: Lord of the Planes

"snort!"

"Then just be quiet!"

With a "bang" sound, the door to the prison cell was slammed shut.

Ning Rongrong glanced at him with disdain, picked up the wine glass as if nothing was wrong, and shook it gently, as if everything was not in her eyes.

Tang San hugged the rabbit in his arms and secretly felt cruel in his heart:

"I must make Han Tao pay the price, absolutely!"

"However, before I take revenge, I need to obtain the corresponding strength."

The divided souls merged into the "Wind Yin" grass.

And at the moment when he seized the "Wind Yin", the power of destiny in the world gathered at an unimaginable speed, and the red frost all over the sky covered the tiny blue and silver grass leaves.

"This is."

Tang San stared at this scene blankly.

The evolution from Bluesilver Grass to Wind Song Grass, from mastering the "wind element" to the involvement of plant-based "smell", is tainted with a certain aftertaste of luck.

When Tang San got it.

Its own majestic destiny is gathered in the tiny Wind Song Grass, leading "it" to evolve again.

"This is the branch of luck!"

It is very different from the Blue Silver Demon King's Luck Leaf, its structure and texture are based on another level of evolution.

"I recognize it, I remember it."

Tang San read this sentence silently.

Next to the Xuantian Baojian recorded by the Tang Sect in the previous life, there is a legendary miscellaneous document, which records information about the "Branch of Luck".

Even this information has long been forgotten, but when the Wind Song Grass transformed, he could not help but think of this truth that was only recorded in rumors again.

"It can help me, a bridge between heaven and earth that communicates plane consciousness."

Through the Luck Branch, Tang San found a certain illusory shadow.

"Excuse me. Who are you?"

Like the eternal vastness of time, the sound filled with the grit of time slowly sounded.

"Tang San, you can call me - Lord of the Planes!"

"Lord of the planes?"

Tang San continued to ask: "What is the Lord of the Planes?"

Its tone is slow, gentle, as soft as duckweed, but irresistible.

"The controller of the Douluo Star is also the guardian of the Douluo Plane. All the methods that you soul masters can understand and master are my relatively simple uses."

The phantom of the master of the plane's fingers is raised, like a colorful cloud, which is the true meaning of the power of luck.

The color of the power of luck is not frosty red, red is just a part of it

"Yeah."

A trace of joy flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he thought secretly in his heart: "Since it is the master of the plane, then the power it controls will definitely be able to avenge me!"

"Even... resurrect Xiao Wu!"

Thinking of this, Tang San raised his head full of longing, stared at the shadow on the "Bridge of Heaven and Earth", and asked humbly.

"The Great Lord of the Planes"

"Today, an extremist evil soul master has appeared on Douluo Continent. As the guardian of the plane, do you have the obligation to get rid of him?"

"oh?"

The Lord of the Planes sounded puzzled: "Evil Soul Master?"

"The vast years have passed by in a hurry, and in the dust of history, countless careerists have been born, and countless concepts of morality and justice have been born. However, everything you think is meaningless."

"In this world, only strength is the eternal truth!"

Morality, justice, hum!

Hearing the answer from the superior, a trace of hesitation flashed in Tang San's heart. After a while, the malice of saving Xiao Wu and killing Han Tao took over, which made him let go of his pride.

He knelt down humbly: "Great Lord of the Plane, can you accept me as your disciple?"

"cannot!"

Its answer was categorical and seemed to be some kind of statement.

"Why?" Tang San asked abruptly.

"If I agree to you, someone will be dissatisfied."

"However, facing your current situation, I can help you."

There is a certain arrogance engraved in the bones of the voice of the Lord of the Plane. This is the disdain of the extreme superiors. Whether it is Tang Chen, Bibi Dong, or the so-called Han Tao and his like, these strong men born in the short history , in its eyes it is all passing by.

"Help me really?"

Tang San's eyes shone with tears.

"Of course it's true."

In the bridge built by the branches of luck, Tang San saw the indifferent smile of the master of the plane through the mist of the power of luck.

But there seemed to be some deeper emotion hidden in its smile.

"Even if Han Tao has mastered some methods, the top of the mountain that is insurmountable to you will appear small in the broader clouds."

"First, you need to get out of here."

"How to leave?"

In the fingers of the Lord of the Plane, rays of light surrounded the branch of destiny, the "Wind Yin" that Tang San had snatched away.

"The power of luck will help you escape from here."

Suddenly, it thought of something and quickly added: "But."

"Although the power of luck is extraordinary, you also need to find a way to actively escape. You need to avoid all accidents as much as possible."

In the past, the power of luck has never failed.

But in recent times, it has encountered its greatest opponent in history, a certain soul master whose fate cannot be contained.

"Okay, thank you!"

"Great Lord of the Planes, I make an oath in the name of Haotian Sect. If I successfully leave this place, I will definitely find an opportunity to repay you."

The fog clears

The Branch of Luck returned to the background of Feng Yin, looking inconspicuous.

But this time, Tang San's eyes were full of confidence. He believed that he could escape, escape the blockade of Han Tao and Ning Rongrong.

"What should I do."

"Find all possibilities for escape."

In the dusty prison room, there were damp wooden decks, fences made of deep-sea iron, and a faint fishy smell from the sea breeze.

The waves beat continuously, splashing wisps of waves.

"Got it, barnacles!"

"According to Bo Saibei's account, he was limited by the talent of the turtle martial spirit and could not master the power of the ocean and the vast sea. It got all this with the help of the barnacles living in it."

"I want the barnacles to live in my body."

"In this way, I can master the ocean, the vast sea, the tide, and even the divinity of the ocean."

Tang San was extremely bold and greedy.

Under the damp wooden board, the barnacles living in it were pried open one by one by Tang San, and then the feasibility problem came in an instant.

"Normally, barnacles cannot live on human skin."

"But."

Only the skin of sea turtles, whales, and other marine creatures can support the parasitism of barnacles.

"Mysterious Jade Hand can change the characteristics of the skin, allowing me to have toxin resistance while also allowing me to approach the skin of whales."

A pure white flashed across Tang San's right hand, and the barnacles from shallow sea creatures had quietly arrived at the palm of his right hand.

Barnacles devour flesh and blood, and nutrients.

However, while it lives, it can also bring a portion of marine elements to the soul master, which is an easy bait for some soul masters with poor talents.