Douluo: I will never forget the night Ah Yin bowed his head.

Chapter 115 The death of the old beggar, an unexpected surprise
Chen Mo's current mental strength was no longer the same as before, and he immediately looked inward at himself.

He really found the location of the Soul-Eating Seed.

"did you find it?"

Tianmeng Iceworm asked.

"found it!"

Chen Mo nodded.

"When you find it, try to use your mental power to uproot it."

Tianmeng Bingsi said calmly.

"Let me try."

Chen Mo controlled his mental power, and soon his gaze turned into a golden hand, directed towards the soul-eating seed. It might be more appropriate to call it the soul-eating tree now.

The golden hand grabbed the still slender tree trunk and began to shake instantly.

"There's something wrong!"

Chen Mo was pleasantly surprised. He had been troubled by this thing for a long time. He would die if he cultivated to the Soul Saint level. If he didn't cultivate to the Soul Saint level, this was obviously impossible. In this world, would he still be willing to live a life of inaction?

Of course it's impossible. He wants to create a world and become a legend of his own.

"rise!"

With an explosion of spiritual power, the Soul-Eating Tree shook violently, as if it was indeed on the verge of being uprooted.

"Someone is approaching!"

Tianmeng Bingcan suddenly made a sound, and then another voice sounded from the window sill.

"My good apprentice, what are you doing?"

The one-armed old beggar stood there and looked at Chen Mo quietly.

Chen Mo stopped moving towards the soul-eating seed and looked at the old beggar.

"I didn't expect that you could really find a 10-year-old soul beast to help you."

The old beggar let out a sigh of regret. He was injured by the cow moo. He has been seriously recovering from his injuries these days.

"It didn't even kill you."

Chen Mo smiled slightly and did not deny it.

"You, you, you are good at everything, even 120 pounds. 120 pounds is a traitor. Isn't it good to be manipulated by me? You are just a waste with first-level innate soul power. It is difficult to become a soul master in your life, let alone the current one. You are at level [-] and can cultivate you to Soul Saint, but you are still not satisfied."

The old beggar sighed.

"What about you...you hope for the soul-eating seed so much, you probably don't have high innate soul power. You have lived for so many years, and you have been able to practice Contra. Aren't you satisfied?"

Chen Mo asked back.

"This is different. Although my qualifications are not as good as those geniuses, I am still much better than you."

The old beggar said lightly.

Chen Mo smiled. After all, he just wanted to say that his talent is higher than before, so the upper limit he can reach is higher: "Why, you have started to engage in soul power discrimination now, just like those people back then. Do you look down on you?"

"Yeah, in the end I became someone I hate, but I don't regret it. I want to become stronger and climb to the top step by step. I want to be that titled Douluo, respected by thousands of people."

"Chen Mo, I trained you, I gave you such a talent, you should repay me, I gave you a level that you can't reach in your life, but you are like an unfed white-eyed wolf, rebellious Rebellious people are all traitors."

The old beggar seemed crazy, maybe his patience with Chen Mo had dropped to freezing point.

Chen Mo looked at him: "You are good to me, and I am good to you. If you want to kill me, I will kill you no matter what, because I want to live."

The eyes exuded a strange color.

"Your eyes are back?"

The old beggar also noticed something different about Chen Mo.

"Thanks to you, I met something, my eyes recovered, and I broke through the Soul Sect."

Chen Mo grinned.

The two looked at each other.

The old beggar's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then it's time for me to take back what I gave you."

A blue-black light lit up.

Chen Mo stopped where he was.

"Haha... I can only say that you are very smart and very capable. The Wuhun Palace and the 10-year-old soul beast are all beyond my expectations, but you are just too impatient."

A knife appeared in the old beggar's hand, and he wanted to kill his beloved disciple with his own hands.

Approaching step by step.

Chen Mo's eyes were dim and dull, as if he was in a fantasy.

"Pfft!" A flash of bright red sprayed out along with the dagger.

The illusion shattered.

The old beggar looked at Chen Mo in disbelief, holding the dagger Chen Mo stabbed into his abdomen with his right hand.

The blood made his vision more sensitive.

"you…"

The old beggar was speechless. There was a hint of gold in Chen Mo's eyes: "That's not the soul-inducing technique I taught you."

"No, it's the soul drawing technique you taught me, but it has changed sharply and transformed into my own soul skill, Chen Mo."

Chen Mo's face was expressionless.

"Transformation...hehehehehe!"

The old beggar's eyes were wide open: "Your luck is really jaw-dropping."

"No, no one is unlucky. There is a saying in my hometown that a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. It's not a bad thing, it's just a different perspective on things."

Chen Mo said lightly.

"Right."

The old beggar looked back on his life and realized that luck played a big part in reaching this point: "I have learned a lesson."

"Do you know the means a Contra can possess?"

The old beggar looked at Chen Mo.

"what?"

Chen Mo's pupils shrank and he wanted to react quickly.

But the surrounding environment changed instantly.

"The seventh soul skill, the real body of the martial soul!"

"The eighth soul skill, spiritual realm!"

The domain unfolded, and a silk thread instantly bound Chen Mo and then pulled it away.

"This…"

Chen Mo was surprised.

The old beggar pulled out the dagger and blood spattered out. He covered the wound with his hand, although he looked extremely weak: "Just like you said, I want to kill you and you want to kill me. I also want to live."

The pain coming from the abdomen caused some fluctuations in the mental realm.

"Mental shock!"

The fourth soul ring appeared around Chen Mo.

Dazzling gold.

This so-called spiritual realm was instantly shattered.

"This…"

The realm was broken, and the old beggar spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell directly to the ground.

After returning to the room, Chen Mo looked around, then walked to the old beggar: "This is my adventure."

"Haha...hahahahaha, a spiritual 10-year-old soul ring, it seems you are the one who killed me today, hahahaha, what did I cultivate, a monster, hahahaha, a monster that can make the world tremble,"

"There is no need to remove the soul-eating seed. As long as you practice the soul-drawing technique to the extreme, you can completely integrate it with you."

The old beggar laughed, his laughter was very sad.

Chen Mo was silent and finally said: "I don't believe a word you say, and I have the ability to remove it now."

"Ahem, haha!"

The old beggar died with a smile on his face.

Chen Mo didn't know what his smile meant, but it didn't matter anymore, the old beggar was dead.

The stone in his heart dropped a bit. As long as the Soul-eating Seed was solved, he would have no worries anymore.

Do what you say.

The golden hand formed by the concentration of mental power continued to pull out the soul-eating tree.

Soon uprooted.

The Soul-Eating Tree left the place where it took root and quickly withered, and quickly gathered on the crown of the tree, finally forming a fruit.

"A surprise?"

(End of this chapter)