Just as she was about to defect, Bibi Dong obtained a simulator.

Chapter 72 Low IQ
"Who are you, daring to steal from my territory, Dugu Bo!"

Dugu Bo was furious. The Azure Phosphorous Serpent King that appeared behind him stared at Xia Yu with a sinister look, as if it was about to reach out and swallow Xia Yu's head at any moment.

"Dugu Bo?"

Xia Yu wrapped the nine-colored energy in his palm, reached into the fiery red spring water and scooped up a handful of water, feeling only a warm sensation.

"I feel like we can go down and take a look."

"you!"

Seeing that Xia Yu completely ignored him and was still busy with his own affairs, Dugu Bo was immediately enraged. The Azure Phosphorus Serpent King spewed venom, and a large pool of green liquid flew towards Xia Yu.

But they were all blocked by the timely appearance of the Myriad Transformation Mask.

The sizzling sound of venom corroding flesh that he had imagined did not occur. After seeing Xia Yu's increasingly cold gaze, Dugu Bodun sensed something was wrong.

"The seventh soul skill, martial soul true form!"

The seventh spirit ring on Dugu Bo's body suddenly shone brightly, and the enormous Azure Phosphorous Serpent King coiled on the ground, protecting Dugu Bo within it.

The Azure Phosphorous Serpent King's brow lit up, and its head soul bone skill could still be fully released before a sword aura cleaved half of its neck open.

Dugu Bo looked at his Martial Soul True Form, the snake head, half-split and teetering on the verge of collapse, and his heart sank.

"Wait! I beg for mercy."

But Xia Yu ignored him and unleashed another sword aura, sending this weakest Title Douluo to heaven.

Touching the Cold Moon Sword in his hand, he realized that a martial soul with only two soul rings was far too weak.

He had originally planned to behead Dugu Bo with a single sword strike, but unexpectedly, he had to deliver the final blow.

"I need to reach level 90 as soon as possible. The destructive power of the Cold Moon Sword is still a bit too much."

Over the years, he had hunted all the spirit rings on his own. After reaching the spirit king level, he found that the Cold Moon Sword was slowly becoming inadequate.

The Myriad Masks have a wide variety of abilities, but they lack the kind that can directly cause damage.

Therefore, he gradually found two spirit rings for it, but that was all he had.

The reason he could so extravagantly offer the positions of two spirit rings was simply because he had three martial spirits and no help to hunt for better spirit rings.

Thinking of this, Xia Yu looked at Dugu Bo, who was lying on the ground, sleeping peacefully.

"Let me see what treasures this Poison Douluo has in store."

Xia Yu felt no remorse for killing Dugu Bo. He wasn't a saint, and he didn't have the strange idea of ​​sparing someone's life when they wanted to kill him.

Even when Bibi Dong tried to poison him, he remained calm only because he couldn't defeat her. If he had possessed the strength to rival Bibi Dong, he would have shown her the sharpness of the Cold Moon Sword.

Arrogance without sufficient strength is always the fuse that will one day destroy oneself.

He used his sword to remove the soul tool from Dugu Bo's waist, and after checking it with his soul power and finding no danger, he slowly opened it.

He swung the soul tool around, and bottles and jars of poison and antidote appeared on the ground.

Besides that, there were countless gold soul coins, almost piled up into a small mountain.

"Sigh, can a guest retainer of the Tiandou Empire really earn this much money?"

Xia Yu held a gold soul coin in his hand and then found a portrait inside, which was a portrait of Dugu Bo and his granddaughter Dugu Yan.

"Don't be too impulsive. You only have one life." Xia Yu shook his head helplessly, then took out the ten-thousand-year-old head soul bone that Dugu Bo had fused with, and let him lie on the spot to face the slow decay and rotting of his life.

Suddenly, he thought of something, dug a big pit, threw Dugu Bo's body and his head into it, filled it with a thin layer of soil, and then planted the Blue Silver Emperor, which was unusually excited due to the special environment of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, on top of it.

"You should thank me, and also thank the kind-hearted Poison Douluo. It was his enthusiastic help that gave you the nourishment to grow."

Xia Yu gently plucked a newly grown leaf from the Blue Silver Emperor, washed it, and began to chew it dry.

The Blue Silver Emperor is not poisonous; instead, it exudes a refreshing vitality.

He only discovered this use of the Blue Silver Emperor a few days ago when he was bored.

Seeing the Blue Silver Emperor swaying its body, Xia Yu figured it probably had no objections.

After doing all this, Xia Yu returned to the Ice and Fire Spring.

After trying to feel the blue spring water with his hand, he gritted his teeth, enveloped himself in the nine-colored energy, and jumped in.

Xia Yu stayed in the red spring water, the warm water giving him the feeling of taking a bath.

He dived straight down, but the spring seemed to have no end. The deeper he went, the less sunlight he saw. Looking at the dark path ahead, Xia Yu stopped diving.

Looking at the small Myriad Transformations Mask in his hand, which was timed by his soul power, he was a little confused as to why this spring was so deep. At his current speed, it would take him nearly an hour to get back to the surface from where he was now.

Feeling the Qilin Martial Soul becoming increasingly active, he hardened his heart, poured soul power into the small Myriad Transformations Mask in his hand, making it emit enough light to illuminate his side, and then buried his head and dived down.

One hour, two hours, and finally the third hour, Xia Yu finally saw light other than the Myriad Transformations Mask.

Red and blue light intertwined, revealing two enormous dragon skeletons embracing each other, seemingly sharing their last warmth.

Xia Yu's eyes lit up, and his previous irritation vanished. He had finally seen the target of his trip.

As he approached, the Qilin Martial Soul leaped out, its eyes flashing with nine-colored light, clearly already treating the corpses of these two god-level powerhouses as a feast.

As soon as it opened its mouth, a nine-colored vortex appeared, and streaks of red and blue light floated out from the bones, eventually entering the vortex in front of it.

As Xia Yu watched the originally small Qilin grow larger and larger, he suddenly felt that it was no longer cute.

Qilin seemed to sense his thoughts, and suddenly turned around, looking at Xia Yu with a resentful gaze.

Xia Yu awkwardly turned his head to observe the unique landscape around him, shaped by the influence of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings over so many years.

Time passed by, second by second, and Xia Yu saw a red and blue intertwined soul ring begin to condense around the Qilin.

"Roar!!!"

Two distinct roars suddenly appeared, startling Xia Yu, who was immersed in absorbing rich soul power.

He looked in the direction of the roar and saw two giant dragon souls condensing on the two dragon skeletons.

One red and one blue, they were clearly furious, and as soon as they appeared, they charged toward the Qilin that was devouring their corpses.

Just as Xia Yu was about to step forward to help, he saw the nine-colored vortex connecting the enormous mouth in front of the increasingly massive Qilin suddenly accelerate, emitting an even stronger suction force, which even Xia Yu found difficult to hold on to.

The two dragon souls were clearly not very intelligent; they rushed in headfirst and became nourishment for the Qilin.

Seeing this farcical turn of events, Xia Yu was speechless. He closed his eyes and waited for the Qilin's actions to end.

(End of this chapter)