Chapter 570 Falling Out

"Physical transformation?"

Taking the page from Han Tao's hand, the God of Food carefully examined it for a long time and paused his fingers.

"Using healing soul power to transform the body of a soul master is really unfathomable."

"What a pity."

The flames that suddenly rose on his fingers turned the diary into ashes.

There was a bit of regret in the eyes of the God of Food's consciousness: "After all, it is a skill extended from the soul master system, and I have been ranked among the gods, and I have been given a divine body. How can the so-called healing soul power shake it?"

"Han Tao, what you gave me is not enough to satisfy me!"

He shook his head while shaking,

Looking at Han Tao, he suddenly laughed.

"Maybe I shouldn't have expectations of you"

"Soul masters are just soul masters after all."

Han Tao watched him quietly.

The God of Food's consciousness projection has obtained the information on physical transformation and the results of "Guzhu", but he has not obtained any information on the so-called "emotional god position" and the method of making up for the numerical value.

"Okay."

Han Tao sighed: "But I have given my theory. Since you are not satisfied, I am willing to give you more valuable information."

"But the premise of the next transaction is that you first hand over the method to make up for the value to me, and then I can give you a return of the same price."

The God of Food suddenly fell silent.

Dazed, staring at Han Tao's face, as if trying to find cowardice from humans.

"Human, you actually doubt me?"

Han Tao spread his hands, unable to deny.

"You actually doubt the promise of a god, hahahahahaha"

"I really don't know, are you too naive, or stupid, so that you dare to question my promise?"

The calm face turned into anger in an instant, and the endless questioning jumped into Han Tao's ears like a river pouring into the Yangtze River.

Han Tao's eyes slowly narrowed, and the suspicion in his heart became deeper and deeper, "If you don't hand it over, I will only doubt it more."

"You are deceiving me!"

Suddenly, he smiled contemptuously.

Endlessly spreading arrogance flows in his chest.

"Deceiving you, deceiving a tiny human being, forgive me for being blunt, this is unnecessary!"

"And even if I deceived you, what can you do?"

"As a weak person, you need to always remember your own status. There is an insurmountable gap between ants and gods!"

The God of Food turned his head and looked into the distance.

Everything he saw was within the range of his divine thoughts, and Han Tao was just a tiny insect in his field of vision.

"Your Majesty Han Tao, the great God of Food, can you talk more friendly?"

Oscar felt frustrated.

If the God of Food and Han Tao disagreed, his next days would definitely not be easy, so he tried to comfort them.

"Shut up!"

"You are not qualified to speak here!"

The God of Food hung his robes, isolating Oscar's figure.

His eyes were filled with a bit of coldness: "Han Tao!"

"In the Douluo God Realm, many people don't take me seriously, because I am a god who advanced with a food-type martial spirit. Compared with those battle sequences, my strength is indeed much worse, but even so, my will is not something that a human like you can question!"

The divine power is gathering between his fingers.

The slender bamboo body and the green bamboo leaves are nested in 9 sections.

"Is this your martial spirit?"

"Or, is this your artifact?"

Han Tao glanced at its weapon and asked calmly.

"No!" The God of Food retorted: "My martial soul is a bamboo shoot!"

"I should thank you for providing me with the tempering structure of the lonely bamboo, so that I can understand the horizontal structure of the lonely bamboo, but because your words offended me, now your "emotion" god position."

"It's gone!"

The fingers opened and clenched, like crushing a bubble, "Your god position, because of your offense, will be burned!"

"And now, you will also face my anger and the price of offending the gods!"

Han Tao's eyes swept across Oscar, and then across the projection of the God of Food again, and suddenly sighed.

"Is this your choice?"

"This is the arrogance of the gods. Perhaps it is because of how many years of being high above that you have forgotten what humility is!"

The tip of Han Tao's finger extended a bamboo joint of the same material.

"If you come to Douluo Continent in person, I will still have to escape your pursuit, but now you are just a projection!"

"You will never understand how much wonderful power I have mastered!"

The bamboo stick was suddenly swung and chopped towards Han Tao.

Han Tao used blue silver vines and 9*9 structured blue silver bamboo to gently hit its bamboo stick like an antelope hanging horns.

——Bang!

A crisp sound fell,

It was the fireworks of the bamboo stick shattering into bubbles. It turned into powder and flew into the sky in the incredible eyes of the God of Food.

"How is it possible?"

"Such power, such power, Han Tao, how did you do it?"

The consciousness of the God of Food asked instinctively, and he once again became greedy. He wanted to master the skills performed by Han Tao and turn them into part of his own strength.

"Han Tao, your strength has been recognized by me!"

"Now, I am willing to hand over the secret method to you in advance, and I also implore you to tell me the details of destroying my bamboo stick!"

The gods changed their attitude.

No matter what world it is, no matter what role it is, it is ultimately necessary to speak with strength.

"No, I don't believe you!"

"Your promise is as despicable as your personality!"

Suddenly, he heard Han Tao's refusal.

Knocking his hands, the skull of [Illusion·Mirror·Nightmare] wove a reflection of the world, gathering thousands of souls in the blue silver palm.

The God of Food was full of anger, and he asked hysterically: "Han Tao, what do you want to do!"

"I have already agreed to your conditions, I can give you the secret method in advance, why do you still want to do this?"

Han Tao shook his head gently: "Because, it's not necessary!"

"The secrets you hide will be exposed in the illusion."

"Illusion?"

Hearing the term Han Tao said, the projection of the God of Food raised his head arrogantly, "Such means can't threaten me!"

"Han Tao, you have made the wrong choice!"

To achieve a god, you need to complete the illusion and refine your heart, and you need to pass the seven emotions. Of course, the God of Food doesn't take Han Tao seriously.

"Really?"

Han Tao suddenly laughed.

Seeing Han Tao's smile, the God of Food suddenly had an ominous premonition, which alerted his soul.

The illusion under ordinary circumstances is different from the illusion blessed by the mirror, and it is also different from the illusion blessed by the nightmare.

"Bibi Dong's soul bone can't stop the erosion of my illusion!"

"The so-called seven emotions test, the illusion of refining the heart, and under the illusion, mirror, nightmare, what power do you have to resist?"

Han Tao whispered.

The God of Food suddenly felt that the sky where he was had changed color.

The scorching sun dimmed, the bright moon set, the sea water backflowed, the mountains and rivers turned upside down, as if the sun, moon, and heaven and earth were reversed in Han Tao's hands.

"This is."

"How is this possible, human, how can you master this power?"

The dreamlike world pulled his mind, eroded his will, and read his life.

The life of a god is more distant than that of a soul beast, so even if Han Tao can read his memory, it is not so easy to get a promise.

"Oscar!"

Han Tao brought Oscar over,

"Can you help me find the answer?"

Oscar frowned, and without even much hesitation, shook his head and refused.

"Han Tao, I'm sorry I can't promise you!"

"Resurrecting Xiao Wu is very important to me, but the premise of resurrecting Xiao Wu is to inherit the inheritance of the God of Food."

"Without his inheritance, I can't use the resurrection light, so how can I help you fight him?"

Han Tao shook his head, "It's all the same!"

"Whether you help me or not, the ending is the same. I will get the answer I want in the end, but doing so will waste some of my time!"

The projection of the God of Food was angry and placed in the time and space created by Han Tao. All sounds were only sung in the sky.

"Damn it, human, you deserve to die!"

"You read my memory without authorization, you violated the established rules of the God Realm, I will sue you to the God Realm Law Enforcement Council!"

"Haha!"

Han Tao laughed sarcastically.

The projection of the God of Food looked pale, because he suddenly realized that he might not be Han Tao's opponent.

So, he turned around eagerly, looking for a direction to escape.

"God?"

"It's useless, don't waste your energy!"

"The space here has been blocked by me, you can't leave, your emotions, memories, and thoughts will jump onto paper under my illusion."

"Then all your efforts will turn into my fruits!"

The consciousness projection rushed around, but unfortunately its location was firmly imprisoned by the space woven by Han Tao's illusion.

Unable to resist, unable to escape, at the mercy of others!

"Han Tao?"

Outside the wheat field, a woman in a black dress slowly walked over.

"Zhu Zhuqing, what's the matter?"

She said quietly: "Han Tao, I can help you!"

"I have good fortune, I can help you find the answer you want from his memory!"

Han Tao was silent.

There is no free lunch in the world, and Zhu Zhuqing must have other intentions when looking for him.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

Zhu Zhuqing paused: "I beg you, do me a favor!"

"Help me save Davis!"

"Save Davis, how can I save him? This is impossible!"

She took off the soul guide of the Xingluo Empire and handed it over.

"With this soul guide, you can talk to the soul master in the life and death arena in the time and space equal to years."

She pleaded miserably: "Just like you asked Ning Rongrong for help, you can also save him"

"Davis is not only the prince of the Xingluo Empire, but also your friend. How can you forget this friendship!"

Suddenly, Han Tao glanced at Oscar.

Can Oscar's meaningless efforts to save Xiao Wu and for the so-called friendship of classmates move Han Tao?

Obviously not!

"No, it can't be done!"

"The Eye of Time can see the past, but it can't go back to the past."

"The only thing that can go back to the past is the life and death arena of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, and it has died in the hands of Bibi Dong!"

Zhu Zhuqing's face suddenly turned pale, and she still asked reluctantly

"Is there no other way?"

"There is no way!"

Han Tao waved his hand and added, "It is undoubtedly a kind of luck to die in the hands of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!"

"Why?" Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing asked in confusion.

"If Davis defeated the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger by chance."

"It will be imprisoned in that desolate land forever, forever trapped in endless darkness, this kind of torment"

"No one wants to experience it, it is more painful than death!"

Oscar suddenly looked up, "No, Han Tao, you are wrong!"

"You can return from the life and death arena twice, why can't Davis? Is the eldest prince of the Xingluo Empire weaker than you?"

"Hmm?"

Han Tao gave him a strange look.

Suddenly, he doubted Oscar's IQ. Did Yu Xiaogang corrupt his brain?