Chapter 151 Shadow Death Scythe (Second update, please subscribe!)
He stared quietly and watched. The faint gray mist did not spread too far and only lingered around the two of them.
There are fallen leaves floating into it, as if traveling through endless time in an instant, turning from green to yellow, then turning into powder and scattering in the wind.
The remaining vitality contained in it was completely wiped out in an instant!
Vaguely, Dugu Bo could see that the land began to turn gray under the mist, and seemed to begin to have a faint hint of death.
A look of shock suddenly appeared in his eyes, what a dangerous power!
"Hiss~ Danger!" Dugu Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pulled Ye Lingling, and the two of them retreated a little further.
From the changes in the fallen leaves, we can see that this gray mist contains great danger.
And this is only at the initial stage of integration. Could it be that the degree of integration between the two is beyond imagination?
Martial soul fusion skills are rare, but they are not unknown in the world of soul masters. Dugu Bo has seen the dragon and snake couple perform this skill.
The two of them had higher cultivation levels, and the martial soul fusion skills they used could even temporarily compete with the titled Douluo. Logically speaking, they should be stronger.
However, Fang Ling and Zhu Zhuqing did not give people such a direct sense of crisis.
After a short period of brewing, the gray light began to erupt, like the sun rising suddenly over the mountains, spraying out dazzling light in all directions.
Fortunately, this is just a sign caused by a certain martial soul fusion skill. There is no actual harm, and it is not as scary as the gray mist.
The gray mist rolled back at an astonishing speed, twisting and wrapping around his body, turning into a gray robe dragging on the ground.
The long-handled war sickle bloomed with deep gray light, and Zhu Zhuqing, Fang Ling and Zhu Zhuqing disappeared.
What appeared on the spot was a mysterious figure wearing a gray robe.
The figure was only two meters tall, with one hand hanging down and hidden in the sleeve, and a pale hand stretching out of the wide sleeve.
He held a large sickle in his hand, two meters and a half long, with a white-gray color throughout. The crescent-shaped curved blade seemed to be made of dark gray metal, smooth and sharp, but did not reflect any light.
The profound meaning of death emitted from the sickle blade, making the onlookers tremble.
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling cling to each other, and only by relying on each other's warmth can they bring a little comfort.
Dugu Bo's eyes fell on the sickle blade, and the endless meaning of death made even his titled Douluo feel cold all over.
The tremor from his heart made him frightened. He couldn't help but take a step back and said solemnly: "What the hell?"
The figure covered in gray robes slowly raised his head, without a face. The three of them could only see a shadowy figure shrouded in gray mist, giving people a mysterious and unpredictable feeling.
The figure bowed slightly, and his pale hands clenched the long handle. The gray-robed figure was about to launch an attack. Dugu Bo felt a chill in his heart, and immediately shouted: "Don't attack!"
"Cut down any tree!"
Waving the scythe high, the gray-robed figure flashed and appeared in front of a tree on the side of the field.
The dark gray scythe cut it open without any resistance, slicing it smoothly.
The section of the tree turned into gray ash, gradually spreading upward.
But at this moment, the gray robe became unstable, suddenly disintegrated, and collapsed from top to bottom, turning into gray mist and disappearing.
The two reappeared, with Fang Ling lying on his back and Zhu Zhuqing lying on his stomach. They fell heavily to the ground and fell into a state of unconsciousness.
"Fang Ling! Zhuqing!" The expressions of the three people changed suddenly, and they immediately approached quickly to take a look.
Zhu Zhuqing was fine, but Fang Ling looked a little pale.
The pink-white light in Ye Lingling's hand flashed rapidly, and the purple thousand-year soul ring lit up, and the petals danced and fell, covering the two of them.
However, this treatment did not seem to have any effect, and the two of them remained asleep.
"Grandpa, how's it going?" Dugu Yan asked anxiously.
"It's okay, it's just that the soul power is exhausted." Dugu Bo put a hand on someone's wrist and briefly checked it. He breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a hint of confusion in his heart.
It is understandable that Zhu Zhuqing's level is low and his soul power is exhausted.
Fang Ling was at level 50. He only used a martial soul fusion skill, so he wouldn't be able to use up his soul power and faint with a single swing of his sickle. Moreover, his pale skin looked abnormal at first glance.
It's just that Dugu Bo's mental power was more carefully investigated, but he didn't notice anything unique.
No problem found, can only observe.
"You each hold one, put them both on the bed temporarily, and then stay by your side while I prepare a nourishing liquid for them."
Although Ye Langling is an auxiliary soul master, his strength is not small, so it is easy to pick up someone.
Needless to say, Dugu Yan.
The two women followed the instructions. Dugu Bo was about to leave when his eyes swept over and landed on the tree trunk next to him that had broken into two sections.
The surface of the tree trunk began to crack, and the leaves were all withered and yellow.
He stepped forward, and when his mental power touched him, there was a moment of pain, and then this ray of mental power was annihilated.
The deep gray remains strong.
I had never felt the dangerous gray mist like this before.
Dugu Bo secretly smacked his tongue in his heart, squatted down, and was about to try to touch it with his hands, but he hurriedly stopped in mid-air.
He broke off a fresh twig from an intact tree nearby and gently touched the gray trunk.
In an instant, the branch in his hand turned yellow and turned into ashes in an instant.
When the soul power is released to test, the soul power is consumed particularly violently.
Standing up, a chill spread across his back, and Dugu Bo remained silent.
This is the ultimate death, this is the return of all things, the end of everything.
He felt that there would be no exception if he faced this slashing attack. Fortunately, he had a warning sign at the last moment, which prevented him from aiming the attack.
Otherwise, we can only try to use the powerful soul power of the titled Douluo to kill it.
His eyes changed, and Dugu Bo shouted loudly: "Come here!"
"Your Majesty." Suddenly, a servant came quickly and saluted respectfully.
"Stay here and don't let anyone touch the gray tree trunk. If you do, you will die. Wait until my apprentice wakes up and then handle it on your own."
Dugu Bo ordered coldly, and then left the place in a flash.
"Yes!" the servant responded respectfully.
……
When Fang Ling woke up again, it was already the moon on the branches.
Four pairs of eyes stared at him closely.
Zhu Zhuqing woke up before him and was among them, with nervousness in his eyes.
"Wake up!" Her tense expression relaxed, and a beautiful smile bloomed on her face.
"How are you, are you okay?" Dugu Yan looked up and down quickly.
"Fang Ling, can you use your strength?" Ye Lingling also asked worriedly.
The eyes of the three women were filled with deep concern.
Dugu Bo stood aside, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, picked up a bowl of green soup and handed it over directly.
Fang Ling took it and drank it in one gulp.
The effect of digestion level 2 appears, and a warm current rises from the abdomen and slowly spreads to the limbs.
He clenched his fists tentatively, with a smile on his lips: "I feel good."
"But your skin has become very pale." Zhu Zhuqing tapped the back of Fang Ling's hand worriedly.
"It's not a problem, it will fade away." Fang Ling's eyesight immediately identified the change in skin color, and the paleness was gradually fading away.
As the power of the nourishing medicine is absorbed into the body, the process is still accelerating.
"Give your martial soul fusion skill a name." Dugu Bo said.
"Just listen to you." Facing Fang Ling's questioning gaze, Zhu Zhuqing said lightly.
After thinking about it, Fang Ling smiled and said: "Then let's call it Shadow Death Scythe."
"Floating like a shadow, a swing of the sickle can bring death to all things."
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