Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 59: Death of Du Gubo (1)

There was no trace of poisonous gas in the toxic fog. The air was filled with richer and fresher scents of flowers and grass, as if they were the purest gift from nature.

All around, all kinds of exotic flowers and plants compete for beauty, some petals are crystal clear, emitting a faint fluorescence; some are strange in shape, as if containing unknown secrets. The sun shines through the sparse clouds and sprinkles on this sea of ​​flowers. Each flower is like a carefully carved work of art, shining with the brilliance of life.

In this vibrant place, the most eye-catching thing is the strange place in the center - the Yin-Yang Eye.

The ground sank, forming a huge circular area, surrounded by black and white air currents that slowly rotated, as mysterious as the Tai Chi diagram.

The black air is as dark as the night, containing the extreme coldness and death, while the white air is warm and bright, full of vitality and hope. The two are intertwined, but do not infringe on each other, forming a delicate balance.

In this area, time seems to stand still and space seems distorted, which makes people feel awe involuntarily.

The flowers and plants growing around the Yin-Yang Eye are even more extraordinary. They seem to have absorbed the essence between heaven and earth and grow abnormally lushly. Some even emit a faint light, like stars falling into the mortal world.

Yue Guan stepped into the sea of ​​flowers nourished by the Yin-Yang Eye, and a gleam of disbelief flashed in his eyes. He looked around and saw exotic flowers and herbs blooming one after another, including some of the best fairy herbs that he had been searching for for many years. These fairy herbs looked even more magical in the afterglow of the setting sun. Some of the petals trembled slightly, as if dancing with the wind; others stood quietly, emitting a faint halo, like elves guarding this holy land.

Yue Guan stood there in a daze, his fingers trembling slightly involuntarily. He wanted to touch it but was afraid of disturbing the tranquility and harmony. His heart was surging with turbulent waves. The gathering of so many top-grade immortal herbs was simply a miracle in the soul master world! He tried to calm his inner excitement, with both shock and desire in his eyes, as if at this moment, he saw the infinite possibilities of his martial soul evolution.

As everyone went deeper into this strange place protected by the Yin-Yang Eye, the surroundings were so quiet that only the whispers of the breeze blowing through the petals could be heard. The sunlight shone through the treetops, dappled on the ground, forming a sharp contrast with the black and white air currents, adding a bit of mystery.

At this moment, the figure of Poison Douluo Gu Bo suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. He was burly, with a stern face, and his eyes flashed with a faint green light, as if he could see through the fear in people's hearts. He was wearing a dark green robe, the corners of which swayed gently in the wind, and a faint poisonous mist surrounded him, which was incompatible with the fresh breath in this sea of ​​flowers.

"Juhuaguan, what are you doing here?" Gu Bo's voice was low and hoarse, with unquestionable majesty. He approached slowly, and every step seemed to make the air around him more solemn. The flowers and plants that were originally swaying in the wind seemed to be still at this moment.

Yue Guan came back to his senses, his eyes moved away from those tempting fairy herbs, and turned to Gu Bo, forcing a smile on his face, "Of course I'm here to kill you!"

Poison Douluo Gu Bo heard this and sneered, and that smile looked particularly sinister in the sunset. He stomped his foot suddenly, and the ground trembled slightly. The poisonous fog around him seemed to be summoned, and it instantly became several times thicker, surrounding him and swirling up like a black tornado.

"Just you? Juhuaguan, although your martial spirit is strong, you are still inferior to me in terms of speed."

Yue Guan sneered, his lips curled up in a playful arc, and his deep eyes flashed with a calculating light. "No, no, no, Gu Bo, you seem to have forgotten that I am not fighting alone today. In this sea of ​​flowers, there is a speed king who even the chief priest of the Spirit Hall is ashamed of."

Du Gu Bo said, "Impossible, no one in the entire Douluo Continent can be faster than Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu."

Yue Guan sneered, "I'm not talking about my own speed, but the attack speed of my soul skills! You should have heard of her attack speed, right?"

Du Gubo's face suddenly changed, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on his head, and a light of disbelief and fear flashed in his dark green eyes. He looked around, trying to catch a hint of unusual breath from this seemingly peaceful sea of ​​flowers, but except for the breeze and the swaying flowers and plants, everything seemed so harmonious and harmless. "She? You mean..." Gubo's voice was low and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unspeakable shock and uneasiness. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance that was dyed golden by the setting sun, as if he could penetrate the space and see the figure that was out of reach but made him feel afraid.

At this moment, a strange wave quietly spread from the depths of the Yin-Yang Eye, and quickly spread to the entire sea of ​​flowers like ripples. This wave contained an ancient and mysterious power that froze the surrounding air. Even the flowers and plants that were originally full of vitality seemed to feel some kind of threat and lowered their heads.

Du Gubo was shocked and said, "How is it possible? Why would she come to me? I only have a small conflict with the Spirit Hall. She can't possibly come to me, right?"

Yue Guan raised a meaningful smile and said slowly: "Because someone wants you dead, and this person is enough to shake the entire soul master world."

Du Gubo's face turned pale, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and he scanned the surroundings, trying to find the figure hiding in the dark. He asked in a low voice: "Who is it? How dare you be so bold!"

"It's me, the Spirit Hall's Young Master Qian Renxue."

Just as he finished speaking, a soft but unignorable sound of footsteps came from the shadow beside the Yin-Yang Eyes, and a girl with long golden hair and cold eyes slowly stepped into the sunlight. It was Qian Renxue.

Behind her followed closely Li Muyun, Snake Spear Douluo, Thorny Porpoise Douluo, and Light Feather Douluo.

Du Gubo's pupils suddenly shrank, and his sight was instantly fixed on Guangling Douluo who was slowly walking out. It was a complex emotion mixed with shock and disbelief.

Then he looked at Qian Renxue, his voice trembling, as if every word weighed a thousand pounds: "You... your last name is Qian? Are you the last Pope's..."

Qian Renxue nodded slightly, confirming Du Gubo's guess. Although the action was small, it was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing waves.

Du Gubo's face was uncertain, and there was a trace of desperate struggle in his voice: "Qian Renxue, Young Master of the Spirit Hall... I, Du Gubo, have no hatred or grudge against you. Even if there is some friction with the Spirit Hall, it is just an ordinary competition in the spirit master world. Why are you so determined to lead a team to take my life?"

His words echoed in the quiet sea of ​​flowers, with a hint of reluctance and indignation. The sunlight shone through the treetops, dappling on his face that was twisted by anger, making him look particularly hideous. The poisonous fog around him seemed to become more manic because of the owner's emotions, rolling restlessly, forming a sharp contrast with the fresh air around him.

Qian Renxue stood not far away, her long golden hair fluttering gently in the breeze. Her eyes were cold and firm, as if she could see through all the hypocrisy and evil in the world.

"No hatred or resentment?" She sneered. Although her voice was light, it was as cold as ice. "Do you know that every evil you do has invisibly woven a web of sin, implicating innocent people. As the young master of the Spirit Hall, I have the responsibility to uphold justice."

Du Gubo's eyes widened, anger condensed into ferocious lines on his wrinkled face, "That's it? Ordinary people would die, why do you have to make it difficult for me!"

(End of this chapter)