Douluo: Yu Hao is reborn, this Tang San is different

Chapter 41 The Master Who Entered the Palace as a Eunuch
"Hmph, if you weren't still useful, based on what you just said, do you think you could still be standing here?" Tang San murmured in a low voice, his voice full of disdain and coldness. He took a step forward, his steps were light, but with a full sense of oppression.

"Luoluo!" Just as Huo Yuhao was steadily moving towards the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest, a sharp and unique cry suddenly rang out. It was the sound emitted by his mutated martial spirit Luo Sanpao.

As the host of Luo Sanpao, the master was in tune with his martial spirit. The sound of the cry instantly changed his expression. He shuddered, springing up like a spring, his gaze blazing as he instantly looked in the direction of the sound.

At this moment, the night has completely enveloped the earth, and it is pitch black all around, as if a huge black curtain is covering everything in the world.

In the hazy darkness, a dozen or so faint green points of light could be seen, slowly approaching their direction. These points of light flickered and danced in the darkness, like will-o'-the-wisp fire from hell, exuding an eerie and dangerous aura that chilled the heart.

"It's a Nether Wolf." The master's voice was a little low, but there was no panic at all. He said, "Xiao San, don't move here."

Although he had just scolded Tang San, Master immediately protected Tang San behind him when he encountered danger.

Luo San's cannon kept making roaring sounds, seeming to threaten the entities that were getting closer. The master didn't see that a layer of purple light flashed in the eyes of Tang San beside him, and the things in the darkness became blurred in his eyes. Become clear.

Using the Purple Demon Pupil, in the darkness, the figures of more than ten wolf-shaped soul beasts gradually became clear in Tang San's pupils.

The moment he saw these soul beasts, Tang San was shocked. They were indeed Nether Wolves, but they were completely different from the ones he had seen in his previous life. These Nether Wolves were burning with blood-red flames all over their bodies, which looked a bit weird.

"How could this happen? The Nether Wolf in the previous life didn't have such a strange flame, and its strength was only ten years, but now it has reached a hundred years." Seeing this, Tang San murmured to himself, frowning slightly, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

He knew very well that the increase in the strength of soul beasts and this unknown change would pose a great threat to them.

"Could it be a mutation?" Tang San took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Luo Sanpao's aura seemed to make them feel a little uneasy, and as they approached, they maintained a semi-arc formation.

The master clearly hadn't yet fully grasped the strength of the nearby Nether Wolves. He snorted coldly and said, "The strongest Nether Wolves in the Soul Hunting Forest are only a few decades old. How dare a group of level ten wolves come and harass me? Three Cannons, attack!"

Upon hearing the command, Luo Sanpao let out a deep roar, a rumbling roar like thunder. Then, a sharp inhalation like a hurricane roared, and his already enormous belly expanded at an almost exaggerated rate, like a bewitched balloon, swelling even larger in the blink of an eye. Every inch of his skin was stretched taut, as if it would burst at any moment.

The master's eyes were like torches. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and swung it violently. From the yellow spirit ring surrounding him, a brilliant halo instantly emerged from his body and landed on Luo Sanpao with incredible precision. At the same time, the master let out a deafening roar: "Fart like thunder, cracking the sky and the earth, Luo Sanpao!"

In an instant, Luo Sanpao's once clear blue eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light, like two ignited blue stars. The yellow halo surrounding his body suddenly transformed into a layer of light emitting a mysterious luster, enveloping him.

Then, as if hurled by an invisible giant hand, Luo Sanpao's massive, round body shot up into the air at astonishing speed, reaching a height of five meters in the blink of an eye. In mid-air, he swiftly pivoted, his head, originally pointed forward, instantly twisting to point his round buttocks precisely in the direction of the Nether Wolf.

At the moment when Luo Sanpao launched his attack, the master finally saw the group of Nether Wolves clearly. His face suddenly changed drastically, and cold sweat broke out. He said, "Why are all these Nether Wolves a hundred years old?"

His voice trembled slightly with fear, and his eyes were full of panic.

Luo Sanpao's attack had already been launched, and a wave of smoke billowing out of the fart billowed towards the Nether Wolves like a surging tide. However, faced with this seemingly powerful attack, the Nether Wolves showed no fear. The blood-red flames burning on their bodies suddenly swelled, directly blocking the fart billow out, easily neutralizing Luo Sanpao's attack.

Grandmaster saw this and thought to himself that it was not good. He knew that with his current strength, he could not compete with this group of hundred-year-old Nether Wolves. So he turned around without hesitation, grabbed Tang San's arm, and shouted: "Xiao San, run!"

Grandmaster's heart was filled with sorrow, his life's past replaying in his mind. He wanted to ask the heavens why he had been so unlucky in his life. Why? Why on earth could this happen? He even implicated a child like Tang San.

"Xiao San, now is the time to teach you a crucial theory. The more rings, the more bones. Power surges; the fewer rings, the fewer bones. Run away. The rings here refer to spirit rings, and the bones are spirit bones. Simply put, if you can't win, run away. In this world of spirit masters, preserving your own life is the top priority, more important than anything else. So-called face is nothing compared to your life. Take these Nether Wolves before us, for example. If they were only ten-year-old spirit beasts, with our strength, we could still give them a try. But if they are hundred-year-old spirit beasts, we must retreat immediately without hesitation. Do you understand?"

The master was teaching Tang San while he was running away.

The two of them desperately ran in the forest, but the group of Nether Wolves behind them were extremely fast and soon caught up with them. Seeing the Nether Wolves getting closer and closer, Grandmaster was extremely anxious. He knew that it would be difficult for him and Tang San to escape unscathed from the siege of so many hundred-year-old Nether Wolves.

"Xiao San, hide behind me!" The master shouted, and at the same time turned to look at Luo Sanpao, his eyes full of determination: "Luo Sanpao, go!"

Although Luo Sanpao was chubby, he rushed towards the Nether Wolf without hesitation under the master's command, letting out an angry roar.

Luo Sanpao rushed into the Nether Wolf Pack, relying on his size and strength to try to disrupt the Nether Wolf's formation. However, the strength of these century-old Nether Wolfs far exceeded his imagination. They coordinated tacitly and launched a ferocious attack around Luo Sanpao.

A Nether Wolf leaped high and bit Luo Sanpao on the back. Its sharp teeth instantly penetrated his fur, and blood immediately dyed Luo Sanpao's hair red.

“Dodo——”

Luo Sanpao screamed in pain, shaking his body vigorously, trying to throw the Nether Wolf off. But before he could recover, several more Nether Wolves took advantage of the opportunity to pounce on him, biting his legs and abdomen. Although he fought hard, he was outnumbered and soon fell to the ground, covered in wounds.

Because the spirit and its host were one, when Luo Sanpao suffered a severe blow, Grandmaster also felt the intense pain. A look of agony instantly crossed his face, and deep bloodstains appeared on his body, gushing out. "Xiao San..." Grandmaster called out to Tang San in a weak voice, his eyes filled with helplessness and despair. Then, his legs gave way, and he fell heavily to his knees. Then, his body slowly fell backward, and he finally passed out, completely losing consciousness.

Seeing that the master was unconscious, Tang San finally took action. He reached into his bosom and pulled out the Zhuge Divine Crossbow at an extremely fast speed. After all, if he acted too early, how would he explain all this to the master? If he couldn't explain it, wouldn't he have to kill him?

"Shhhhhh!"

Following a few sharp sounds of breaking wind, rays of cold light shot out from Zhuge's divine crossbow, accurately shooting towards the Nether Wolf.

Every flash of cold light was accompanied by a scream from a Nether Wolf. Several Nether Wolves that were slower to react were instantly hit in the vitals and fell to the ground, with blood spreading on the ground.

After dealing with these Nether Wolves, Tang San did not relax. His eyes were as sharp as torches, locking onto the remaining enemies. He pulled out the trident behind him and swung it violently.

Suddenly, the trident brought with it a powerful blast of air, striking a Nether Wolf that was lunging at it with its fangs bared. The Nether Wolf was struck by the powerful force, and instantly flew several meters away, falling heavily to the ground, motionless.

The other Nether Wolves witnessed their companions falling one after another under the attack of Tang San's Zhuge Divine Crossbow and trident, and their eyes, which were originally full of ferocity, were instantly filled with fear.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, whimpering in their throats, their previous arrogance gone. After a flurry of panicked howls, the Nether Wolves scattered and fled deeper into the forest, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the Nether Wolf had dispersed, Tang San's tense nerves finally relaxed. He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around hurriedly, and ran towards the place where the master fell.

However, just as he was about to approach the master, a slight sound of movement came from behind him. The sound was very light, like fallen leaves blown by the wind, or like some creature tiptoeing towards him.

His heart tightened, and Tang San's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again in an instant. He stopped abruptly, turned slowly, and glanced around vigilantly. The moonlight shone through the dense branches and leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadow on the ground.

Faintly, there seemed to be a bit more fishy smell in the air, but the smell was not strong, and even had a light sweetness and tea fragrance.

Tang San's nose twitched, and he blurted out subconsciously: "There is a poisonous creature. Could it be the mandragora snake I met in my previous life?"

Tang San activated the Xuan Tian Gong and pushed the Purple Demon Pupil to its limit, looking towards the distance. Faintly, he seemed to see a dark green three-character snake head standing up in the bushes, with a pair of small ruby-like eyes looking in their direction.

It’s indeed a mandrake snake!

But the Mandrake Snake before him was completely different from the one he encountered in his previous life.

This mandrake snake was extremely long, roughly estimated to be more than ten meters long. Its body was covered with dark green scales, which flashed a cold light in the moonlight. Its triangular head stood upright, as big as a millstone, with two sharp fangs protruding from the corners of its mouth, flowing with terrifying venom.

What shocked Tang San even more was that this Mandragora Snake was also burning with blood-red flames. The strange flames flowed slowly along its body, and every jump was accompanied by a strong fishy smell, mixed with a hint of sweetness and tea fragrance.

"This... How is this possible? A Mandragora Snake that has cultivated for thousands of years, could this blood-red flame be able to improve the cultivation of soul beasts, which is why the strength of the soul beasts I encountered in my previous life has all been greatly improved?" Tang San muttered to himself in amazement.

The Mandragora Snake seemed to have sensed Tang San's presence as well. The next second, it raised its head high and let out a sharp hiss. Blood-red flames suddenly surged, and the surrounding air was distorted by the high temperature. Immediately afterwards, its body shot out like an arrow, so fast that people had no time to react.

Staring intently at the Mandragora Snake, Tang San adjusted his steps slightly, preparing to use Ghost Shadow to block its attack.

However, this Mandragora Snake was extremely cunning. Its body was like a black lightning. It bypassed Tang San and pounced directly towards the seriously injured and unconscious Master lying on the ground.

"Not good!" Tang San was shocked, his pupils suddenly shrank, and said.

In the blink of an eye, the Mandragora Snake was in front of the Master. It raised its huge triangular head high, opened its bloody mouth, revealing two rows of sharp fangs full of venom, and a strong fishy smell came to his face. But just when it was about to devour the Master, a blue light flashed in Tang San's palm, and blue silver grass gushed out like a surging tide.

Then, the blue silver grass quickly wrapped around the master's body as if it had life.

Controlling the Blue Silver Grass, he pulled it hard, and the veins on Tang San's arms bulged. Under this powerful pulling force, the master's body shifted to the side a little.

But the attack speed of the Mandrake Snake was too fast. Even though the Master's position changed, it still bit the Master's lower abdomen hard.

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