His figure was erratic, his golden armor flickering in the forest. Every time he appeared, he was a little closer to Dugu Bo.
Not in a hurry to catch up, enjoying the fun of cat and mouse.
Another golden flower blade attack, Dugu Bo had no choice but to resist.
He spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood, and his body was thrown away again by the powerful impact. He fell heavily to the ground, rolled several times, and finally stopped at the edge of the dark green poisonous mist.
He struggled to raise his head, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.
Chrysanthemum Douluo walked over slowly and looked at Dugu Bo who was lying on the ground and dying, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.
His eyes passed over Dugu Bo and fell on the strange poisonous mist in front of him.
The concentration of the poisonous mist was so high that even Titled Douluo felt a little palpitated. He did not enter rashly, but sneered, raised his hand, concentrated Soul Power, and prepared to give Dugu Bo the final blow.
At this moment, deep in the poisonous fog, a figure walked out quietly.
Wearing a black suit, he has a handsome face, cold and deep eyes, and a faint icy blue light lingering around him, isolating the surrounding poisonous mist.
Each step was taken leisurely, as if the deadly Poison Miasma was just an ordinary breeze to him.
Mu Rong Chen walked up to Dugu Bo, looking at the tragic injuries and those turquoise eyes full of despair, feeling unhappy.
This Old Poison was beaten like this?
Turning his head, his cold eyes fell on Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was about to release Soul Skill, but stopped the moment he saw Mu Rong Chen.
He stopped smiling, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
The young man in front of him can actually come and go freely in such a poisonous environment, and the aura exuding from his body is...
"Why, Chrysanthemum Douluo, are you trying to kill them all?"
Mu Rong Chen spoke coldly, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
Chrysanthemum Douluo frowned slightly. He looked at Mu Rong Chen with surprise and uncertainty in his heart.
Although the boy in front of him is young, his calmness and confidence are definitely not something ordinary Soul Master can possess.
"Boy, you know me, but you still dare to be disrespectful?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's golden eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with dangerous light.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
Mu Rong Chen chuckled, and the laughter seemed particularly clear in this silent forest.
"Haha, Chrysanthemum Douluo, do you think I will be afraid?"
The voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable domineering tone.
"If you have the ability, you can come in and give it a try."
Mu Rong Chen said, Martial Soul Frost Giant Dragon was instantly possessed, the ice blue dragon claws reached out, grabbed Dugu Bo's collar, and with a strong tug, dragged him into the poisonous mist.
Dugu Bo felt like he was wrapped in a cold force, and he was instantly away from the threat of death.
"You, you, you actually have Aromatic Silk Beauty?!"
Yue Guan's pupils contracted and he exclaimed, his voice becoming extremely sharp and full of unbelievable shock.
In this world, the only one who can isolate all poisons and be so pure is the legendary Aromatic Silk Beauty!
Mu Rong Chen glanced at him contemptuously, with a playful curve at the corner of his mouth.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect Chrysanthemum Douluo, your majesty, to know the goods!"
The smile became stronger, but it didn't reach the depths of his eyes.
"Do you want it? Then Chrysanthemum Douluo you need to calm down and we can have a good talk."
Mu Rong Chen dragged Dugu Bo to a hillside not far away to ensure the safety of Dugu Bo.
Then, return to the edge of the poisonous fog again and face Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Yue Guan's face was cloudy and uncertain, and greed and vigilance shone deep in his eyes. Aromatic Silk Beauty, this is the legendary Immortal Herb!
He knew that once he had it, he would be immune to all poisons and would even be of great benefit to Soul Master's cultivation.
"How do you want to talk?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo asked in a deep voice, with a hint of imperceptible eagerness suppressed in his tone. He did not mention Dugu Bo's life and death again, and his attention was completely attracted by Immortal Herb.
Mu Rong Chen stood with his hands behind his hands, looking directly at Chrysanthemum Douluo with his cold eyes, as if he could penetrate people's hearts.
"How else can we talk?"
Smiled contemptuously.
"Of course you are my subordinate, and you have to Martial Soul swear allegiance to me!"
"Hmph, you deserve it too!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was instantly furious and laughed in anger. How could a Titled Douluo be inferior to others?
He suppressed the shock and greed in his heart and tried to regain the initiative.
"The presence of one Immortal Herb in this place proves that there are other Immortal Herbs.
Boy, if you know the truth and hand it over honestly, I can spare your life!"
Mu Rong Chen heard this, smiled and clapped his hands, making a crisp "papapapa" sound.
"As expected of Chrysanthemum Douluo, who loves flowers!"
A trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes.
"It's a pity that you can't enter this place unless it is destroyed. But do you dare? Do you dare to destroy this Immortal Herb paradise?"
Mu Rong Chen's tone suddenly turned cold, carrying an undoubted threat.
"Don't even think about reporting it back to the Spirit Hall. Once you report it, none of the Immortal Herb plants here will be destined to you! Your Majesty, Chrysanthemum Douluo, don't you think so?"
Yue Guan's face instantly became cloudy and uncertain. His eyes kept glancing back and forth between Mu Rong Chen and the poisonous fog, and he was in a fierce struggle inside.
It is clear that Mu Rong Chen is telling the truth.
If the situation here is reported to the Spirit Hall, there may not even be a chance to drink soup.
"Good boy, I almost got caught by you."
Chrysanthemum Douluo took a deep breath, suppressed the shock and anger in his heart, and tried to regain some face.
"Even if I have no merit, I still have hard work. His Holiness the Pope is not stingy!"
"Haha, do you believe this?"
Mu Rong Chen laughed all of a sudden, and the smile was full of unabashed sarcasm.
"As far as I know, you and Ghost Douluo have joined Spirit Hall for almost thirty years!
Have you received any substantial rewards?
For example Soul Bone?
Or maybe it's a thousand-year-old top-quality herbal medicine?
Gold Soul Coin Don't talk about honor and status, these are just passing clouds and will not be of any help to your cultivation!"
Yue Guan's smile froze on his face, and Mu Rong Chen's words were like sharp blades, instantly piercing the deepest pain in his heart.
I have dedicated nearly thirty years to the Spirit Hall, going through life and death, but there are very few resources that can truly improve my own strength.
He was so angry that his fingers kept trembling in the air, and a trace of pain and anger flashed in those golden eyes.
Mu Rong Chen's words were like opening the floodgates of memory, bringing those unbearable past events and those years squeezed by the Spirit Hall back into his mind.
"We are all just miserable people who have been tricked by fate!"
Mu Rong Chen's tone suddenly became a little emotional, as if he was talking to himself or to Chrysanthemum Douluo.
"Why don't you mention living once?"
"Shut up!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly interrupted Mu Rong Chen, feeling that his inner defense was being broken down bit by bit, which made him feel scared.
"Boy, the power of the Spirit Hall is beyond your imagination!"