Douluo Continent, I, Huo Yuhao, defy fate with my spiritual eyes.

His lonely figure stood out starkly from the bustling and hopeful environment around him.

"The apricot blossoms are delicate and beautiful amidst the blazing fire."

A sudden shout stopped Liehuo Xingjiaoshu; it was Huo Yuhao calling her.

It turned its head away disdainfully, its face full of stubbornness.

"Don't try to persuade me, I'm not leaving!"

Unexpectedly, Huo Yuhao simply extended his palm towards her.

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Just as Liehuo Xingjiao was puzzled, Huo Yuhao spoke up.

"What about your compensation?"

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How can there be such a shameless person?

"Didn't we give you the gold of life?!"

The fiery apricot blossoms, in their haste, dripped drops of bright red juice as they anxiously tried to explain themselves.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yuhao shook his head, indicating that this was not enough and that more money was needed.

Finally, under duress, Liehuo Xingjiao handed over most of her essence.

A large, gelatinous substance radiating terrifying heat was contained in a jade box, resembling melting red crystal, with flames rising and flowing patterns of fire.

The other medicinal herbs, seeing this, gritted their teeth and wisely offered up their essence.

The poison-avoiding beads of the Fragrant Silk, the eight-cornered ice crystal core of the Eight-cornered Mystic Ice Grass, the milky white jade-like dew of the Eight-petaled Fairy Orchid, and the purple velvety crystal core of the Extraordinary Chrysanthemum were all piled up in front of me.

Various essences shimmered under the sunlight, and instantly, the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire shimmered with precious light, and a delicate fragrance enveloped the valley.

Just one whiff of it would cause a low-level Soul Master to explode and die.

Following the instructions of Electrolux and Poison Immortal, Huo Yuhao collected various essences in different ways, packed them up, and stuffed them into his storage soul tool.

Du Bu Si then opened a special soul tool prepared specifically for collecting herbs and put all the immortal herbs into it.

Although this soul tool can contain immortal herbs, it is also extremely fragile. Even the slightest energy fluctuation will cause the soul tool to shatter, resulting in everything inside being obliterated in the space.

"Let's go, we should leave."

Huo Yuhao packed up his things. The valley had been completely cleared out and looked quite desolate.

Only a few immortal herbs, such as the Fiery Apricot Blossom, stubbornly remained in place. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was chaotic and disordered. It was obvious that the Fiery Apricot Blossom was also not adapting well and was adjusting with its soul power.

"This will help you pass the time."

Leaving behind the projection soul tool, Huo Yuhao and Du Busi flew upwards, leaving the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

The poisonous fog that had enveloped the sky had dissipated, and Poison Undying could now carry Huo Yuhao freely.

After a long time, the valley was completely silent. Liehuo Xingjiao continued her cultivation and meditation, ignoring the soul tool.

Just as a newly sprouted immortal herb tried to take the projected soul tool, Liehuo Xingjiaoshu's fiery voice rang out.

"Put it down, it's mine!"

After spitting out the immortal herb, Liehuo Xingjiaoshu stretched out a vine and slowly moved the projected soul tool to her side.

She even found a peaceful place to prevent the soul tool from being damaged. Watching the image emitted by the soul tool, Lie Huoxing fell into a long silence.

Less than an hour after Huo Yuhao left, a streak of azure light crashed to the ground, creating a huge crater and raising clouds of dust.

Before Liehuo Xingjiao could react, a semi-transparent figure emerged from the pit, its face twisted in anger and rage, looking quite terrifying.

He glanced around and was clearly stunned when he saw the barren valley.

The next moment, a deafening roar resounded throughout the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye.

"Who! Who dared to disturb my Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire!"

Liehuo Xingjiao recognized the person who had come. The blue figure, though his face was contorted, was still easily recognizable as someone from her distant memories.

"Hai... Lord Poseidon!"

The sound immediately attracted Tang San, who appeared in front of her like a ghost. He reached out and grabbed Liehuo Xingjiao's neck. Without even asking any questions, he directly invaded her memory with his divine sense.

Tang San read through every scene that unfolded, his attention focused on Huo Yuhao.

Especially after seeing Huo Yuhao break through the great formation and then use the power of Yin and Yang in front of everyone to bewitch the immortal herb and make it escape.

"Huo! Yu! Hao!"

Unable to resist, he raised his hand and struck out with his palm, shattering a large section of the distant valley. His voice, filled with murderous intent and resentment, was filled with gritted teeth.

After throwing down the fiery apricot blossoms, Tang San appeared next to the upright Yin-Yang stone slab and reached out to examine it.

Sure enough, the power he had left behind had been exhausted.

As Tang San pondered this, he discovered a hidden power in an inconspicuous place.

"Huh? How come I still have a little bit of strength?"

With the hope that this power might hold the truth, Tang San reached out and took this power, and sure enough, a memory appeared in his mind.

As the scene unfolded, Tang San was horrified to discover a force of Yin and Yang appearing beneath his feet.

"Not honored!!"

But it was too late. The Yin-Yang power instantly engulfed Tang San, and even though he knew he had been tricked, he had no way to escape.

The Yin-Yang Stone Slab shattered with a roar, turning into a cloud of dust and disappearing without a trace.

Tang San was swept into the memories and regained consciousness to find himself bound to the ground, tightly restrained by black and white chains, his power also suppressed.

"Damn it, what's going on?!"

In his struggle, Tang San despairingly discovered that he could not only not speak, but also not control the movement of his body.

Tang San immediately understood that he was reading a memory, but due to the influence of the Yin-Yang God, he could not exit prematurely.

However, this method cannot harm oneself; at most, it will make one feel disgusted.

Tang San immediately calmed down and observed his surroundings. Soon, his pupils contracted.

Before him, a haggard-looking boy with a head of pale, brittle hair was being helped toward him by a Taoist priest whose hair was adorned with black and white jade pendants.

Huo Yuhao and the Two Elements God!

Is this scene... part of a tradition?

He was holding an extremely cold ice blade in his hand, his face grim and resolute.

What is this going to do?

As Huo Yuhao approached step by step, the oppressive feeling gave Tang San a sudden and ominous premonition, as if he was about to be in trouble.

bass!

Without saying a word, Huo Yuhao decisively brought down the knife, slicing off a piece of flesh from his thigh.

The pain instantly stimulated Tang San's consciousness. This pain was thousands of times worse than normal flesh cutting, clearly indicating that the Two Elements God had used some kind of trick.

Even though the pain caused his whole body to spasm, a chill ran through his legs, keeping Tang San conscious enough to do a few sets of advanced mathematics papers.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

It hurts! Stop it! Stop it now!

Unfortunately, his inner roar had no effect. Huo Yuhao raised his hand again and decisively brought it down, this time targeting the abdomen.

Blood gushed out and then quickly froze.

This time, Tang San was in so much pain that he couldn't speak; he could only open his mouth and groan.

The Taoist priest next to Huo Yuhao also asked for an ice blade, and walked towards him with a chuckle.

Looking at his smiling, slightly mocking expression, Tang San suddenly had a feeling that he could see his own consciousness.

With the addition of the two people, the speed increased significantly. Moreover, as expected of someone with a martial arts background, the Two Gods intensified their pain with each cut, slicing flesh so thin it was almost transparent.