Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 59 The Laws of Water and Fire, The Cycle of Life and Death!

Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Laws of Water and Fire, the Cycle of Life and Death!

"This is the Water and Fire Law mentioned in that senior's notes?!"

The twin ice-flame dragons soared above the spring, their slender, powerful bodies adorned with diamond-shaped scales that appeared as if carved by a craftsman, exuding a neat and orderly beauty. Their eyes blazed with fury, revealing their ferocious nature. These legendary creatures, with their grotesque and majestic appearance, were far more imposing and magnificent than ordinary soul beasts.

Not brutal

Instead, it is exquisite and natural, a beauty derived from violence to the extreme!

Even though it was just an illusion, the terrifying dragon's might surged in like an invisible tide. Amidst the enormous waves, everyone's hearts were constantly being washed over, their breaths became disordered, and their breathing became rapid.

"It's neither a dragon nor a sub-dragon."

"What White-Armored Earth Dragon? Even the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex is like an ant before this kind of bloodline."

"This is the real dragon, the very one that was nearly extinct!!!"

Tuoba hope cried out in despair, his legs trembling under the immense dragon's might. But before he could speak further, a giant hand pressed down on his shoulder, abruptly interrupting him.

"Keep your voice down."

The Demon Bear Douluo spoke in a deep, muffled voice, gesturing for Tuoba Xiwang, who couldn't control his expression, to move aside.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo

Upon witnessing this breathtaking scene, almost everyone present fell into a profound and mysterious state, their natural soul power rapidly absorbing into their surroundings, forming transparent waves of energy.

Between the twin dragons of ice and fire, the dense elemental power even materialized, instantly dyeing the entire valley two colors: a raging, scorching volcano and an endless blizzard.

Under the rampage of the two dragon souls, the terrain of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well began to continuously crack and recombine!

Meanwhile, the onlookers sat cross-legged on the ground, their auras unknowingly becoming tinged with both heat and cold, and steadily increasing!

"Is this the place where you once fought?"

Bibi Dong stood in the corner, her gaze fixed intently on the illusory figure dodging and weaving, before throwing a punch. Each move she made appeared light, graceful, and unpretentious.

Upon closer inspection, that simple punch was incredibly natural, yet strange. In the instant the hand reached out, it sent the roaring, outstretched dragon, which was about to tear apart, sprawling and staggering.

"A perfect blend of strength and flexibility, what an impressive punch!"

He glanced at Bibi Dong, and Sword Douluo, standing to the side, was not completely engrossed in the magnificent scene of water and fire. On one hand, he was worried about Ning Rongrong, and on the other hand, he was genuinely uninterested in elemental power.

But now, this Sword Douluo, who has devoted his life to swords, is completely attracted by that mysterious figure. Between each move, he has a vague understanding. It seems that the tightly closed door has slowly opened a corner for him!

"boom!!!"

The Seven Kill Sword shone with a chilling light, like a clear moonlight or a nimble dragon, circling around Chen Xin. Finally, with Sword Douluo's angry shout of "Hurry!", it returned to his hand.

Raising the sword to the sky, the domineering aura and pure killing intent on the Seven Kill Sword vanished completely, and all the light returned to the sword.

At this moment, Chen Xin, holding his sword, seemed to have returned to his original simplicity, showing no trace of his former sharpness.

However, his aura had truly increased to level ninety-seven!

"Congratulations, Sword Douluo."

Congratulations! Congratulations!

A rare hint of joy appeared on Chen Xin's old face, but when he turned his head, he saw an extremely serious and solemn face, and was immediately taken aback.

"Demon Bear Douluo, don't you need to comprehend this?"

"This is a rare opportunity, but everyone is in a state of cultivation, so someone has to stay and guard it."

Despite saying that, a hint of frustration and regret appeared on the overly serious face of the Demon Bear: "Moreover, for some reason, my martial soul naturally hates water and fire elements, and as for laws, it is even more strongly opposed to them."

"Forcing yourself to comprehend it may damage your martial soul and reduce its potential."

I see. That makes me quite unlucky.

Chen Xin didn't know what to say, so he just silently stayed by Ning Rongrong's side, watching the young man's phantom with a surprised look, dodging and punching again and again.

"Has His Holiness the Pope also begun to comprehend this?"

The demonic bear turned its head and saw that Bibi Dong had closed her eyes at some point. Unlike the others who were comprehending, her aura did not increase at all, and even decreased strangely.

Has something gone wrong?

Demon Bear Douluo's eyes suddenly became wary.

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"here we go again?"

All that could be seen was darkness. Thick, inky fog enveloped the entire space, with no end in sight and no way in sight. All that filled the space was a faint sense of despair and decay.

Bibi Dong habitually closed her eyes and wandered aimlessly in the darkness until...

She silently stopped in her tracks. In the eerie place where her senses had vanished, she actually "saw" a huge stone tablet, more than twenty or thirty meters tall, with a ghostly white color all over it, but without any jade-like luster, making it look extremely strange.

On the stone tablet were three strange characters engraved in a slightly messy manner. For some reason, she felt a strange sense of familiarity upon seeing the characters.

"Where is this place? What is this?"

"gate of hell."

Bibi Dong turned her head sharply and saw a young man with a relaxed expression leaning against the side, yawning. His half-moon eyes revealed a hint of numbness and death.

"Of those three words, the only one in this world who can truly call them by name is probably that false Chosen One."

"But it doesn't matter. He has a living god on him, and a god-king level big shot at him. He's destined not to come here."

"Who exactly are you?"

"You probably already know, don't you? Although the answer might be a little different from what you think."

The young man, who exuded the air of a lazy otaku, spoke casually, but for some reason, his eyes slowly became serious.

"The so-called rules, or the essence of boxing, are my path. You can learn from them, but don't imitate them. In fact, it's best not to even learn from them."

He scratched his head, looking at Bibi Dong's puzzled eyes, a hint of worry appearing on his face.

"Time is running out, so grow up quickly. At the very least, the Soul Contract needs to reach the second stage. Oh, right, although it's a bit like forcing growth, there are some things you must learn and master."

A finger was placed on the Pope's head, and in her dazed eyes, the finger bent, and a sharp slap landed on her forehead!

"Damn it!!!"

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Seeing Bibi Dong, who had just been meditating, suddenly wake up with a ferocious expression, cursing "Damn it!", everyone was so frightened that they were at a loss for what to do.

"It's alright now."

Turning to look at the group of people who were filled with fear and trepidation, Bibi Dong took a deep breath, and her eyes regained their usual indifference and nobility.

As if she had thought of something, she slowly closed her eyes again.

Then, to everyone's disbelief, a series of dark blue phantoms of soul beasts slowly rose from the ground. They curiously looked around, and finally settled down next to Bibi Dong, some licking their fur, others stretching and yawning.

"This is."

"The cycle of life and death?!?"

The Demon Bear Douluo let out a sharp, piercing roar!

(End of this chapter)