Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The two brothers turned around abruptly and saw an old man in a dark green robe slowly walking towards them not far away.

The old man's hair and beard were somewhat disheveled, their color gradually changing from green to gray-black, but his eyes were frighteningly sharp.

Who else could it be but Dugu Bo?

Dugu Bo was different from before. In addition to being more imposing, his appearance had also changed because the toxins in his body had been neutralized.

For example, Dugu Bo's hair and beard were originally all dark green because the venom of the Jade Scale Snake in his body had overflowed, which is why he looked like that.

However, now that Dugu Bo's inner core is complete and the poison has been neutralized, his hair and beard have all slowly turned black.

"Dugu...Poison Douluo?"

Yu Tianxin's pupils suddenly contracted, and her tongue seemed to be tied in knots as she stammered out a few words.

His mind went completely blank.

Dugu Bo is not dead?

He's still alive?

And what they just said... wasn't that...?

Thinking of this, Yu Tian broke out in a cold sweat.

My back was instantly soaked, and a chill ran up my spine.

"Senior Dugu!"

Yu Tianheng forced himself to greet him.

Given his relationship with Dugu Yan, he was the only one who could step forward at this moment.

Dugu Bo stopped in front of the two of them, his gaze sweeping over Yu Tianheng with a coldness like a knife.

"Don't dare."

Dugu Bo spoke, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion.

"Our Dugu family is a small and insignificant family, and we are not worthy of being associated with your Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex sect."

"From now on, Yu Tianheng, don't come looking for Yan'er anymore."

After saying this, Dugu Bo raised his hand and then waved his wide sleeve.

A powerful gust of air suddenly surged out, and Yu Tianheng felt as if a gale had swept in front of him, so he involuntarily raised his hand to shield himself.

The air currents swirled up the dead leaves and gray mist on the ground, creating a hazy atmosphere.

After a few breaths, the airflow calmed down.

Yu Tianheng lowered his arm and looked around.

Empty.

There is no trace of Dugu Bo left.

"It's over."

Yu Tianheng stood there blankly, uttering two words in a hoarse voice, as if sandpaper had been rubbed against his skin.

He knew he was finished.

It's over with Dugu Yan.

The grandson-in-law of a titled Douluo is gone.

Even the powerful backer of a titled Douluo is gone.

Looking at her elder brother's distraught appearance, Yu Tianxin opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

He awkwardly took two steps back, silently turned around, and quietly walked away.

In this kind of situation, nothing he says is appropriate.

Let my older brother stay by himself for a while.

On the other side, Wang Teng finally flew to the deepest part of the poisonous miasma.

He emerged panting from a thick, dark fog, looking as if he had just been pulled from a vat of dye.

The fog was strangely colored; it was black, yet it also had shades of purple, green, and blue. In the dim light, it shimmered with an eerie glow, which gave people the creeps.

"call--"

Wang Teng plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

His soul power was severely depleted during the flight.

After rushing in, Wang Teng didn't dare to delay and immediately activated his Soul Bone Technique to begin recovering his depleted Soul Power.

The regenerative ability of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone is truly remarkable.

A golden-blue light spread from his right leg to his entire body, like warm spring water washing over every inch of his meridians, and the fatigue he had just felt was quickly dispelled.

After a while, Wang Teng felt he had recovered enough, so he stood up.

"Cough cough!"

As soon as he stood up, he choked on his own saliva and coughed.

Looking down, I realized that I was covered in tiny powders of various colors.

Some had an eerie emerald green hue, some were a dark grayish-purple, and some were a bewitching scarlet.

These things are densely packed on clothes, skin, and even in the strands of hair.

"What are all these things...?"

Wang Teng frowned and patted his clothes. The powder fell down, but some of it quickly floated back and stuck to his hands.

"The toxins here are so concentrated that they've condensed into powder and stuck to my clothes."

He looked up at the poisonous miasma he had just passed through and couldn't help but gasp.

The innermost layer of the ten-mile poisonous miasma has completely changed.

The colors in that area were so rich they were almost indistinguishable, with mists of various hues intertwined, slowly churning and flowing, like some living thing breathing.

Countless tiny particles could be faintly seen floating in the mist, densely packed together.

This situation is just like the worst smog in my past life.

No, it's ten or a hundred times stronger than that.

"Not bad, really not bad."

However, Wang Teng looked at the poisonous miasma without any disgust; on the contrary, an excited smile appeared on his face.

"Such a concentrated toxin is just right for my spinning top to absorb and evolve."

His main purpose in coming here this time was this.

Let's see if this poisonous miasma can help my Steel Wing Bat Spinner take another step forward.

Without saying a word, Wang Teng immediately activated his soul power.

With a flash of purple light, the Steel Wing Bat Spinner appeared at his feet.

The purple top spun slowly, its surface gleaming with a faint luster.

At the same time, the spinning sacred beast Steel Wing Bat also appeared, landing to Wang Teng's right, flapping its wings and making a soft "squeak" sound.

"Steel-winged Bat, go."

Wang Teng waved his right hand, pointing to the dense, multicolored poisonous miasma.

"squeak--"

The spinning sacred beast obeyed the order and immediately flew into the poisonous miasma with its spinning top.

The figures of the spinning top and the sacred beast were quickly swallowed up by the thick fog and disappeared without a trace.

Wang Teng sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.

His consciousness maintained a faint connection with the Steel-Winged Bat Sacred Beast, allowing him to vaguely sense the movements on the other side.

Time passed by, second by second.

After an unknown amount of time, a gentle breeze suddenly formed from the poisonous miasma.

Calling it a breeze isn't quite accurate.

That's more like a kind of flow.

The dense fog within the poisonous miasma began to slowly rotate, converging towards a central point.

As time went on, the rotation speed increased and the range expanded, gradually forming a visible airflow.

Wang Teng's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This wasn't a gentle breeze at all; it was clearly the fluctuations caused by the Steel-Winged Bat Spinner and the Sacred Beast frantically absorbing the surrounding toxins.

Chapter 271 New Beyblade: Shadow Poison Wing Beyblade

Because the spinning top and the sacred beast absorbed the toxins too quickly and in too large a quantity, a strong fluctuation was formed in the poisonous miasma.

"It seems I was right."

Wang Teng thought to himself, "The Steel Wing Bat Spinner can indeed evolve thanks to the special environment here."

"I wonder if the poisonous miasma here can allow the spinning top to evolve directly to the highest level, or allow the Steel Wing Bat Sacred Beast to awaken its intelligence like the Flame Bird..."

As he pondered this, he continued to maintain his connection with the sacred beast, coordinating with the spinning top to absorb the toxins.

half a month later.

The flow within the poisonous miasma finally stopped.

Wang Teng opened his eyes and looked at the multicolored poisonous miasma in front of him.

At this moment, the color in front of me was noticeably lighter, not as frighteningly intense as before.

Meanwhile, Wang Teng's Steel Wing Bat Spinner and Sacred Beast were hovering quietly at the edge of the poisonous miasma, motionless.

Wang Teng did not get up immediately, but closed his eyes again and immersed his consciousness in the panel in his mental sea.