Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

With a slender hand, she touched the soul storage device from her waist, and a large pale pink flower instantly appeared in Yang Yimo's hand, with its elegant fragrance overflowing.

"Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product... Haha... Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product..."

The fairy grass that the Po clan had dreamed of was now within easy reach, but it was something that the granddaughter had spent her whole life in exchange for. Yang Wushuang seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and his face was ashen.

In Yang Wushuang's eyes, ten thousand Youxiang Qiluo Immortals are not as good as one Yang Yimo!

"Return the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal to Ling Bai! All the beautiful girls under my command are just farts!" The right side of his face was swollen, and his hoarse voice sounded like a madman.

Yang Wushuang is also a man, and men know men best, just for those dirty things.

"If you give it back to him, what will happen to the poison you got?" Yang Yimo insisted. She was not someone who changed her mind easily.

"That little bit of poison is nothing!" Yang Wushuang shouted loudly, and slapped the only one of the best fairy grass in the world to the ground.

"I betrayed the Po family and disgraced the ancestors of the clan! I... am a sinner..."

Many years ago, Yang Wushuang was also very high-spirited, and his two invincible and unparalleled spears were famous all over the world. The status of the two brothers in the Haotian Sect was second only to the Titled Douluo.

But since the drastic change 13 years ago, everything has come to nothing.

Tang Hao killed the former Pope Qian Xunji, which triggered the thunderous wrath of Wuhun Palace. The old monster at the level of worshiper broke out and led thousands of soul masters to encircle and suppress Haotian Sect.

The main war faction and the peace-making faction within the Haotian Sect argued endlessly with each other, resulting in heavy losses for the four single-attribute clans stationed at the first defensive level.

The Po Zhi clan has always attacked and failed to defend, killing the most enemies and suffering the most serious losses. During the battle, Yang Wushuang and Yang Wudi were separated. The former only had a dozen weaker clan members around him, including a five-year-old Granddaughter Yang Yimo.

Yang Wushuang was seriously injured and knew that there was no hope of escape. In order for his granddaughter and his tribe to survive, he chose to surrender to Wuhun Palace, which has become his nightmare for more than ten years.

His originally tall body gradually became rickety, and he also lost the true meaning of the Soul-Breaking Gun's indomitable spear, and became an ordinary Contra who has not made any progress so far.

Yang Wushuang lowered his head helplessly. He was like a waste. He had betrayed the clan and could not protect his granddaughter.

Yang Yimo silently picked up the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product. She was five years old at the time and was old enough to remember. She felt that it was not Yang Wushuang's fault.

The four single-attribute clans held on to the defense line desperately for seven days, with more than [-]% of the clan members killed or injured. Her parents and Yang Wudi's son were also tragically killed, but the Haotian Sect never sent a single reinforcement.

She will always remember the way those uncles and uncles fought bloody battles until they died.

The second before their hearts were penetrated by Wuhundian's spear, their bloody eyes were full of resentment that almost burst their eyeballs. What they resented was not the enemy, but the Haotian Sect's weakness and inaction.

Now that the Haotian Sect has given up on the four separate clans, will they continue to fight for the Haotian Sect?

There was a rare hint of anger in the indifferent dark eyes. Yang Yimo stared at Yang Wushuang and gritted his teeth and said:

"You are not a sinner. I will not return the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product to Ling Bai. If you don't use it to detoxify, then it will be in vain for me to devote my life to Ling Bai!"

After saying that, she handed Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product to Yang Wushuang and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Yang Wushuang stopped Yang Yimo, and for the first time he realized that he didn't seem to know his granddaughter that well.

"Anything else? It's time for me to practice shooting."

"You don't have to return the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product to Ling Bai, but it must be used on you!"

"You are poisoned, but I am not." Yang Yimo frowned slightly, she didn't quite understand what Yang Wushuang meant.

"According to ancient records, the delicate Qiluo Immortal is refined into the body to create an innate Qiluo body that is invulnerable to all poisons and has clear meridians!"

A trace of enthusiasm appeared on Yang Wushuang's thin face. Yang Yimo is the most outstanding genius in the history of the Po clan. If she has the innate Qiluo body, her future will reach all levels!

"What about you?"

"The blood of the innate Qiluo body can cure all poisons. This is my bottom line. If you don't refine it, I would rather be tortured to death by the colorful colors!" Yang Wushuang refused to give in.

"……it is good."

Yang Yimo thought about it for a moment. The Youxiang Qiluo Immortal was just to help Yang Wushuang detoxify. Although she didn't know what the innate Qiluo body was, it would be enough as long as it could achieve the effect.

Yang Wushuang finally showed a smile, and grabbed the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product with his dry palm. Black flames rose from his body. After a while, the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product melted into a ball of pale pink liquid.

The liquid rolled in the flames, like a pink pearl, exuding a faint fragrance.

Yang Wushuang concentrated on controlling the temperature of the black flames. Condensing the immortal herbs was still a bit difficult for him now. If he was not careful, the immortal herbs would be destroyed.

In the continuous calcination of the black flame, the pale pink liquid, which was originally as large as half a fist, has shrunk to only the size of a thumb.

"get ready!"

The loud shouting suddenly resounded like thunder.

Yang Yimo nodded, crossed his legs in a practicing posture, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and his mind gradually sank into his body.

Yang Wushuang drew a circle with both hands, and the light pink liquid instantly rushed into Yang Yimo's body.

Yang Yimo only felt a stream of energy flowing happily through the veins and acupuncture points on his shoulders, and a trace of warmth slowly penetrated into the skeletal muscles, strengthening bit by bit...

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Seven days later, Wuhundian Academy, Soul Fighting Field.

The Continental Senior Soul Master Elite Competition is a major event in the soul master world, and the selection competition for the Wuhun Palace team members is naturally very eye-catching.

In this selection competition, all the popular figures in the college will show up, which is undoubtedly a great attraction for the male and female students who regard these people as their idols and objects of admiration.

Moreover, the team for this competition is led by His Royal Highness the Holy Son, and the participating team members will be trained as elder candidates in the future. Regardless of whether they have the opportunity or not, the students want to know who will get this honor.

Because of this, even though the area of ​​the Soul Fighting Arena is vast enough, it is still crowded with people. Countless students from Wuhundian Academy rushed into the Soul Fighting Arena with their heads squeezed.

"Elder Yanfeng, you are here too."

"Elder Chrysanthemum, Elder Ghost, Elder Demon Bear, you are here so early."

In the sky, four titled Douluo gathered together.

"I have nothing to do. I just want to see how Xiaobai selects his team members." Yue Guan said with a smile.

"With his character, he probably won't take the usual path..."

Mu Yao glanced at the black heads and the noise soaring into the sky from a high altitude. She said softly:

"I hope he won't mess around..."