Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body.

Chapter 65 The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire

Zhu Zhuqing caught the soul bone and was completely stunned.

This is already the second soul bone Yang Jian has given her.

The external soul bone is the Eight Spider Lances, plus this ten-thousand-year-old left leg bone.

She had never even seen what a soul bone looked like since she was a child, but now she possessed two of them.

Moreover, she has been practicing the Two Nine Arcane Arts for more than ten days, and the effects are remarkable.

Her soul power increased to level 30, and her physical strength doubled.

She never even dared to dream of it before.

Zhu Zhuqing raised her head, looking at Yang Jian's back, her eyes reddening and her gaze lingering.

She was deeply moved.

If it weren't for Xiao Wu standing nearby, she would have pounced on Yang Jian right now and pushed him down.

Yang Jian noticed the look in his eyes and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He knew that Zhu Zhuqing had been completely won over by him.

Zhu Zhuqing is destined to become a god. Although she has left Shrek Academy, she has still received all the opportunities she should have, even...

There are still more.

With just one external soul bone he couldn't use, one castrated cultivation technique, and one ten-thousand-year-old soul bone, he could bring a future god under his command. No matter how you look at it, he made a profit.

After walking for an hour, Yang Jian stopped.

Ahead lay a dense, poisonous miasma.

Green mist permeated the forest, thick like liquid, flowing slowly.

Wherever the fog passed, trees withered, the ground turned black, and a pungent odor filled the air.

Scattered around the poisonous miasma were the corpses of many soul beasts, some already rotting, others recently dead, with green bubbles rising from their bodies.

Yang Jian had cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, making him immune to all poisons, so he naturally had nothing to fear.

But Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu are different.

They would probably turn into pus as soon as they went in.

"You guys wait outside." Yang Jian turned to Zhu Zhuqing. "Keep an eye on her."

He glanced at Xiao Wu, his eyes filled with warning.

Xiao Wu was terrified and nodded repeatedly, "I won't run away."

Yang Jian said no more and turned to walk into the poisonous miasma.

The green mist engulfed him.

Xiao Wu watched his figure disappear into the poisonous miasma, and a surge of emotion welled up in her heart.

Now might be the best opportunity to run.

But when she remembered Yang Jian's words, the Ming Dynasty, and Tang San, her body stiffened again.

She dared not run.

Yang Jian once said that if she ran away, Da Ming would die, and Tang San would also die.

She can't afford to gamble.

Yang Jian walked slowly forward through the poisonous miasma.

The green mist clung to his skin, attempting to corrode his body, but it was immediately extinguished by the protective power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

The energy was deflected.

He walked steadily, his pace neither hurried nor slow, as if he were taking a stroll.

He sensed the corrosive power of the poisonous miasma and secretly assessed it.

This toxicity is so potent that even a Contra-level powerhouse would lose half their life if they stayed inside for too long.

Only a titled Douluo like Dugu Bo, who makes a living by using poison, can settle down here.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the fog in front of us gradually thinned, and then the view suddenly opened up.

Yang Jian stopped in his tracks, slightly lost in thought at the sight before him.

This is a valley surrounded by mountains on all sides, with a spring in the middle.

The spring water is divided into two parts: one half is as red as blood, steaming with heat, and the other half is as blue as a mirror, chilling to the bone.

The red and blue colors meet in the center of the spring, forming a clear boundary that does not encroach on each other.

The eye of ice and fire.

The spring is surrounded by a medicinal garden, where all kinds of exotic flowers and herbs vie for attention.

A bright red Ganoderma lucidum grows beside the spring, with flames faintly flickering on its leaves.

Beside it was a pure white orchid, its petals crystal clear and emanating a faint chill.

Further away, a golden herb rises from the ground, shaped like a pagoda, its leaves covered with fine veins.

The rare and precious Chrysanthemum, the eight-pointed mystical ice grass, the fiery apricot blossom, the heartbroken red acacia, the snow-white swan's kiss, and the narcissus's jade-like skin and bones—

Yang Jian recognized a few of them, but he couldn't name most of them.

Each plant exudes a rich medicinal fragrance; just one whiff is enough to cause a slight fluctuation in one's spiritual power.

Just as he was about to go closer to take a look, an old voice came from behind him.

"You little brat, how dare you trespass on my territory? You're asking for trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of green light shot out from the side at great speed, carrying a pungent, fishy stench.

This attack was clearly a deadly strike, with no intention of testing the waters.

Yang Jian remained calm and casually waved his hand, scattering the green beam of light.

The beam of light turned into green specks and dissipated into the air, causing him no harm.

He turned around and looked in the direction from which the beam of light had come.

A figure slowly walked out.

He was an old man, thin, with long, dark green hair cascading over his shoulders, a sinister face, deep-set eyes, and high cheekbones.

He was dressed in a dark green robe, exuding a chilling aura.

Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.

Yang Jian chuckled: "So the famous Poison Douluo only knows how to launch sneak attacks?"

Upon seeing this, Dugu Bo's pupils contracted slightly.

Although he didn't use his full strength in that attack.

But it's definitely not something a mere Soul King could easily dismantle.

This young man is extraordinary!

He squinted and carefully examined Yang Jian.

His soul power sensed something and the information it returned gave him a jolt.

He's over level 50, I can't quite pinpoint the exact number, but he is definitely a Soul King.

Judging from the boy's appearance, he's at most a teenager. A Soul King in his teens, what does that mean?

Dugu Bo had lived most of his life and seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen such a monstrous talent.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he finally settled on one conclusion.

This child cannot be allowed to live!

Two reasons.

First, he just committed a fatal act, and the situation is now irreconcilable.

This child is exceptionally talented and will surely surpass me in the future. He will definitely seek revenge then.

Secondly, this medicinal herb garden was his biggest secret, and he absolutely could not let outsiders know about it.

Now that this child has discovered this place, he must die.

Dugu Bo made his decision and fell silent.

The fourth spirit ring beneath his feet lit up, its dark green light swirling around him.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Azure Scale Gray Poison."

A thick cloud of green mist surged from his body and swept towards Yang Jianxi.

Wherever the fog passed, it corroded the soil, creating numerous pits, and the air was filled with a pungent, fishy stench.

This move is enough to kill a low-level Soul Douluo, and more than enough to deal with a Soul King.

Soon, the fog completely enveloped Yang Jian.

It was so thick it churned around Yang Jian like a liquid.

Dugu Bo's lips curled into a smirk, and he immediately prepared to deal with Yang Jian's corpse.

Then he heard a yawn.

Dugu Bo's body stiffened.

He looked closely and saw Yang Jian standing in the center of the Azure Scale Gray Poison, his face was normal, his breathing was steady, and he even stretched.

"this one?"

Yang Jian patted the mist off his body, as if he were brushing off dust.

Dugu Bo felt his worldview had collapsed.

Azure Scale Gray Poison is his fourth soul skill. Its toxicity is so strong that it can kill a low-level Soul Douluo within a few breaths.

This young man is only a Soul King, yet he's completely unharmed?

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