Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

However, Ning Fengzhi had just consumed the pollen of the Qiluo Tulip, and his martial soul had evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Moreover, Ning Fengzhi had been stuck at level 79 for many years.

In addition, he had previously consumed a large amount of whale jelly.

So Ning Fengzhi gritted his teeth and endured it.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Night falls, and the stars twinkle.

Ning Fengzhi finally opened his eyes.

He exhaled a long breath, stood up, and stretched his somewhat stiff body.

The eighth spirit ring slowly rotated beneath his feet, its black light deep and restrained.

"Feng Zhi, how are you feeling? What level is your soul power?"

Sword Douluo asked.

"Level 82".

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, his eyes full of satisfaction.

"This soul ring of a 90,000-year-old Thousand-Jin Ant King is even better than I imagined."

"My eighth soul skill is Nine Treasures Protective Divine Light."

Ning Fengzhi stretched out his palm, and the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda appeared in his palm.

A golden ray of light shot out from the ninth floor of the pagoda, forming a thin golden light shield on his body.

The light mask is pressed tightly against the skin and is almost invisible unless you look closely.

But when Sword Douluo reached out, he felt a flexible yet resilient resistance.

"This divine light can bless oneself as well as others."

Ning Fengzhi explained, "Under the protection of the divine light, the defensive power is increased by at least three times."

"Moreover, it doesn't consume too much soul power and can be maintained for a long time."

"nice one."

Bone Douluo nodded and said, "With this, your ability to protect yourself will be greatly enhanced."

"Let's go back to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye."

Ning Fengzhi put away his martial spirit and greeted everyone.

The group retraced their steps and returned to the valley shrouded in poisonous miasma.

Under the moonlight, the spring water of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well shimmered with red and white light, and the immortal herbs swayed gently in the breeze, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

Chapter 394 Transformation Secret Realm

After completing the Soul Hunt, Wang Teng and his group did not rush to leave the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

This valley, hidden deep within the poisonous miasma, is practically a natural holy land for cultivation.

The red and white springs surge ceaselessly day and night, and the two diametrically opposed energies of extreme heat and extreme cold intertwine and collide in the air, forming a unique aura.

Cultivating in this environment allows a Soul Master's body to naturally resist the external forces of ice and fire, and their muscles, bones, blood vessels, and soul power are all tempered without them even realizing it.

"This place is nice."

Sword Douluo stood by the pool, feeling the heat and cold rushing towards him, and a rare look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

He chose a flat rock, sat cross-legged, placed the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul on his lap, closed his eyes, and began to use his sword energy to resist the erosion of the ice and fire power.

As the heat wave struck, the sword energy within his body automatically activated, blocking the heat from his body; as the cold air surged forth, the sword energy cleaved the cold into pieces.

With each exchange, the sword intent became increasingly refined.

Bone Douluo didn't rush to cultivate. Instead, he walked around the pool several times, using his spatial power to explore the surrounding terrain.

He excels in spatial soul skills, possesses strong stealth capabilities, and is best suited for logistics and security work.

A moment later, he found a suitable spot about ten feet from the pool and sat down cross-legged.

Spatial ripples gently emanated around Bone Douluo, isolating most of the ice and fire power, allowing only a small portion to enter for tempering.

Unlike Chen Xin, Bone Douluo did not try to withstand the attack head-on. Instead, he used the opponent's strength against them, using spatial power to distort and transfer the ice and fire power, thereby improving his control over space in the process of fighting.

Ning Fengzhi chose a spot between Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, a place slightly further from the pool.

Ning Fengzhi's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul has just evolved, and he has only just finished absorbing his eighth soul ring. He needs time to consolidate his soul power.

The unique environment of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well presents both a challenge and an opportunity for Ning Fengzhi, a support-type Soul Master.

He held the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda in his palm, and the nine-story pagoda slowly rotated, its seven-colored light standing out brightly in the red and white mist.

The power of ice and fire constantly impacted his martial soul, and Ning Fengzhi used this impact to repeatedly refine the soul power within his body, making the newly born martial soul more compatible with himself.

In addition, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were completely unafraid of the ice and fire poison here.

They had consumed the immortal herb, whose medicinal power not only enhanced their soul power and physique but also gave the two women a strong resistance to the environment of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Ning Rongrong could even sit directly on the edge of the pool, experiencing the wonderful sensation of the rising heat and the invasion of cold air.

Zhu Zhuqing chose a spot near the cold spring, sat cross-legged to cultivate, and her Netherworld Cat Martial Soul appeared and disappeared behind her, its black cat shadow weaving through the mist.

Meanwhile, Wang Teng was naturally not idle either.

Wang Teng jumped directly into the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, immersing his entire body in the red and white spring water.

Then, he summoned the four sacred beasts of spinning tops, lined them up, and had them cooperate with him to use the sacred beast resonance meditation method to absorb the surrounding energy together.

The four sacred spinning tops worked together, slowly rotating around Wang Teng, forming a unique energy field.

Wind, fire, poison, and earth—four energies—were continuously absorbed into Wang Teng's body, enhancing his soul power.

And so, the days passed one by one.

During this period, Bone Douluo would leave every few days, using his spatial soul skill to travel between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to transport supplies.

Bone Douluo's spatial traversal was silent and traceless, making it impossible for even the spies hidden within the sect to track him.

Food, water, changes of clothes, elixirs and soul tools needed for cultivation...

Batch after batch of supplies were quietly transported into the valley to ensure everyone's long-term cultivation.

In addition, Ning Fengzhi began to plan a major event during his spare time from cultivation.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu."

One evening, as everyone was resting by the pool, Ning Fengzhi said, "I don't want to give up on this place after only one visit."

"The miraculous herbs and the unique environment here are invaluable resources that are hard to come by."

"I intend to completely occupy this place and use it as a secret realm for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Sword Douluo opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said, "You mean..."

“Build fortifications around here and turn this place into our secret base.”

Ning Fengzhi's gaze was firm as he said, "The immortal herbs cannot be harvested all at once. We must harvest and cultivate them in a planned manner so that they can continue to grow."

"This land of ice and fire can also serve as a training ground for the future sect leader and elders of the sect."

"From now on, all the top combatants of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can come here to hone their skills."

Bone Douluo stroked his beard and nodded, saying, "That's a good idea."

"But it must be kept hidden, and cannot be discovered by outsiders."

"So, Uncle Bone, I'll need to put in a lot of effort."

Ning Fengzhi turned to Bone Douluo and explained, "The building materials for the defensive fortifications need to be transported by you secretly."

"We don't need too many. First, build a few sentry posts and traps in key locations, and then expand them gradually."

"no problem."

Bone Douluo readily agreed.

So, in the days that followed, in addition to transporting living supplies, Bone Douluo began to transport batches of stone, wood, and soul tool materials into the valley.

He used his spatial soul skill to send the building materials directly to a secluded spot at the edge of the valley, where Sword Douluo, Wang Teng, and others were responsible for transporting and assembling them.

Several simple sentry posts were erected on the mountain walls on both sides of the valley entrance, and some basic traps and alarm devices were also placed on the only road leading to the valley.

At the same time, a large number of defensive soul tools (similar to the defensive soul tools around the Great Soul Arena) were also deployed around the valley.

Finally, Ning Fengzhi specially sent Bone Douluo back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, bringing Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo with him.

However, these two newly recruited Title Douluos were not brought into the core area of ​​the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Bone Douluo placed them in the middle of the ten-mile poisonous miasma.

To be precise, it was placed deep within the poisonous miasma, some distance from the valley.

"The sect leader said that your task is to plant poisonous herbs here to enhance the power of the poisonous miasma."

Bone Douluo released the two from the space and pointed to the surrounding grayish-purple mist, saying, "This poisonous miasma is the first line of defense for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's elders' secluded residence. The stronger it is, the better."

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, you have expertise in poisonous herbs, so it's most suitable for you to handle this matter."

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked around and took a deep breath.

The smell of the poisonous miasma was not pungent to him; on the contrary, it felt somewhat familiar.

His eyes lit up, and he asked, "The toxins here... are of a very high level."

"It's practically a natural breeding ground for poisonous weeds!"

Ghost Douluo stood silently to the side, his black mist-like body almost blending into the poisonous miasma.

He didn't speak, but nodded slightly, indicating that he accepted the task.

"May I ask what lies at the deepest part of this poisonous miasma?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo asked cautiously.

"I can only say it's the secluded residence of a sect elder; I can't say for sure, especially since it involves the two of you..."