Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Ghost Douluo's skin was corroded at a visible rate, revealing the charred flesh beneath.

The extreme toxicity from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire surged wildly into Ghost Douluo's body.

At this moment, Ghost Douluo felt as if his whole body was being burned by raging fire and frozen by ice, with two completely opposite pains tormenting him at the same time.

A few breaths later, Ghost Douluo's eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness, his body falling from mid-air.

Sword Douluo, enduring the excruciating pain in his left arm, reached out and grabbed Ghost Douluo.

"Old Bone, this is settled!"

Upon hearing this, Bone Douluo clasped his hands together abruptly, and the spatial cage instantly contracted, tightly binding Chrysanthemum Douluo.

At the same time, Bone Douluo opened a small spatial portal, revealing part of Chrysanthemum Douluo's body.

Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo was about to retaliate, Sword Douluo rushed over, and the stone bottle in his right hand reappeared.

This time, the bottle contained only a small amount of spring water, just a little less than half full, but it was enough.

The red spring water splashed on Chrysanthemum Douluo's body, and white smoke rose from it, along with a pungent, burnt smell.

Chrysanthemum Douluo screamed, his body convulsed violently, and the golden chrysanthemum phantom instantly dimmed.

He was poisoned less than Ghost Douluo, and his injuries were also less severe, but it was still enough to render him unable to resist.

Bone Douluo took a step forward, grabbed Chrysanthemum Douluo by the collar, and lifted him up.

Sword Douluo carried Ghost Douluo, Bone Douluo carried Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi put away the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. The three of them quickly approached each other.

"go!"

Bone Douluo let out a low shout, and spatial ripples spread out again, enveloping everyone.

Eighth Soul Skill: Spatial Dragon!

The white bone dragon roamed the surrounding space.

The figures of the group gradually became distorted and blurred.

Then it disappeared completely into the horizon.

Calmness returned to the skies above the Spirit Battle Plains, with only lingering fluctuations of soul power in the air and a few drops of blood on the ground, proving that a fierce battle had just taken place there.

Within the spatial interlayer, all around is an endless gray-white void, without direction, without sound, only a suffocating silence.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was being held in Bone Douluo's hands, his red robe soaked in blood and poison, looking utterly disheveled.

He looked up and saw the faces of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo, a fierce and unwilling look flashing in his eyes.

"Ning Fengzhi!"

His voice was hoarse and shrill as he cursed, "You Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School have quite the nerve!"

"How dare you launch a sneak attack on an elder of the Spirit Hall!"

"If you know what's good for you, release us now, or His Holiness the Pope will not let you off the hook!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's threat was forceful, but it only earned him a cold snort from Sword Douluo.

Sword Douluo slowly drew his longsword, its blade reflecting a cold light in the gray-white spatial layer.

He didn't speak, but simply pointed the tip of his sword at Chrysanthemum Douluo's throat, and then with a little force, pierced a small part of the skin.

A drop of blood slid down the blade.

Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately shut his mouth, not daring to utter another word.

In the original novel, Chrysanthemum Douluo directly expressed his desire to surrender when facing Tang San.

Now, facing Sword Douluo, he also lacks the courage to die for him.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, expressionless, and said nothing.

Silence spread through the spatial interlayer, with only the heavy breathing of Sword Douluo and the low hum of Bone Douluo as he unleashed his soul skills.

Suddenly, Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression changed.

His face, which had been pale, was now ashen, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead and his lips turning a dark purple.

He felt the toxins spreading through his body, and the excruciating pain of ice and fire penetrated from the surface of his skin into his bone marrow, invading his internal organs.

Chrysanthemum Douluo could no longer care about threats and dignity. He quickly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and focused all his soul power on suppressing the rampant toxins in his body.

Ghost Douluo remained unconscious, his wounds still oozing black blood, and his face was frighteningly pale.

"How to do?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned as he looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, and asked, "Will they be poisoned to death?"

"If we die, all our plans will be ruined."

"rest assured."

Sword Douluo clutched the wound on his left arm, his face equally pale, but his tone remained calm as he said, "They are Title Douluos, they won't die so easily."

“Title Douluo’s physique and recovery ability far exceed those of ordinary people. Although this amount of poison can severely injure them, it is not enough to kill them.”

"but……"

Chen Xin paused, glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo's increasingly worse complexion, and added, "To prevent any accidents, we should hurry back."

"When we get back, we'll have Wang Teng detoxify them and save their lives first."

"Dead people are useless."

Bone Douluo nodded and increased the speed at which he traversed space.

Silvery-white spatial ripples vibrated violently around him, and the three figures moved like streaks of light in the spatial interlayer, rapidly heading towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Chapter 388 Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Library.

Wang Teng sat in his usual spot by the window on the top floor, with a book titled "A Study on the Origins of Rare Flowers and Herbs" spread out in front of him, but his gaze kept drifting out the window.

The distant mountains were exceptionally clear under the afternoon sun, and the buildings on the mountainside were arranged in a pleasing manner. Occasionally, a few birds would fly by, drawing arcs in the sky.

Wang Teng had been sitting here for almost half an hour, flipping through several pages of the book, but he hadn't been able to absorb a single word.

Because he always had that matter on his mind.

In other words, Ning Fengzhi was inquiring about Chrysanthemum Douluo and his companion.

Wang Teng only found out today that Ning Fengzhi suddenly left the sect a few days ago.

Wang Teng knew perfectly well that this person was most likely after the knowledge about the immortal herbs.

It's either Yang Wudi from the Broken Clan or Chrysanthemum Douluo from the Spirit Hall.

"I wonder how things are going."

Wang Teng closed the book, rubbed his slightly sore eyes, and was about to get up to pour a glass of water when a series of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.

A young man dressed in the robes of a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School quickly walked up to the fifth floor, glanced at the bookshelves, and immediately came over to Wang Teng after seeing him, bowing respectfully.

"Elder Wang, the sect leader requests your presence."

Elder Wang.

Wang Teng had only heard this title for less than a month, and he still felt a little uncomfortable every time he heard it.

His position as an elder was not obtained through Ning Rongrong's connections, but through his own hard work and contributions.

Previously, Wang Teng told Ning Fengzhi about the effects of whale glue. After Ning Fengzhi verified it, he used it on a small scale among the core disciples of the sect, and the effect was remarkable.

Many disciples experienced a significant improvement in their physical abilities after consuming whale glue, and successfully absorbed higher-age soul rings.

This is of great significance to the overall improvement of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's strength.

Therefore, after Wang Teng arrived at the sect, Ning Fengzhi discussed the matter with several core members and then exceptionally granted him the treatment of an elder.

Although he wasn't used to it, Wang Teng didn't refuse out of politeness.

He knew that having an identity within the sect would make things much easier.

"Where is the sect leader?"

Wang Teng stood up and casually put the book back on the shelf.

"In the back mountain."

The disciple replied.

The back mountain?

Wang Teng's heart stirred slightly.

He had assumed he would meet Ning Fengzhi in the sect's main hall, since that was where they usually held discussions.

Even core disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School are rarely allowed to enter places like the back mountain, especially certain specific areas.

However, Wang Teng didn't ask any more questions, and instead followed the disciple out of the library.

The two crossed the plaza, bypassed the sect's main hall, and walked north along a bluestone path.

The road narrowed as we walked, and the trees on both sides grew denser. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting sparse shadows on the ground.

The air gradually became crisp and cool, carrying a damp scent unique to deep mountain forests.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the trees ahead suddenly thinned out, revealing a steep mountain wall.

At the foot of the mountain wall was a cave entrance, not very large, about two people wide. On each side of the entrance stood two guards dressed in black armor, with cold expressions and piercing eyes.

The disciple stopped at the cave entrance, stepped aside, and explained, "Elder Wang, the sect leader is waiting for you inside."

"This is the best I can do for you."

Wang Teng nodded and walked into the cave entrance alone.

The light inside the cave was much dimmer than outside, but every few steps a soul guide lamp was embedded in the cave wall, emitting a soft, pale yellow light that illuminated the passage clearly.

The passage was long and winding, extending deep into the mountainside. Every so often there was a heavy iron gate, and guards stood in front of each gate.

When the guards saw Wang Teng, they didn't say anything, but silently opened the door and let him through.

After passing through three iron gates, the passage suddenly opened up, revealing a spacious stone chamber.