Dou Po: Lord of the Great Thousand

Elder Shuo looked at the corpse in his hand and casually threw the corpse into the roots of the tree.

The green scorpion beast rushed forward and bit the corpse ferociously, but its purple pupils stared at Elder Shuo with endless resentment.

In response to the scorpion beast's look, Elder Shuo smiled and didn't care. He looked at the old woman and said, "Bingjin, this beast swallowed the green python and the fighting emperor this year. Prepare one for each in the next two years."

As long as a seventh-level magic beast or a strong Dou Sect master can harvest it."

Hearing this, the old woman named Bingjin's face showed joy: "It seems that we have more than two years to finally leave this barren land!"

However, the joy on Bingjin's face suddenly disappeared, and she said with a hint of sadness: "It's just that after this time, Mu Zang and the others may realize that they are being used by us and come here to investigate."

"Hehe," Elder Shuo laughed sinisterly and said disdainfully, "They are just three Dou Wang brats. They came just in time to feed this beast. So if Mu Zang can break through Dou Huang this time, maybe he will be grateful for being used by us.

, Otherwise, where can he find a Dou Huang’s Realm Breaking Pill?”

When Bingjin heard what Elder Shuo said, he also had a joking look on his face: "What the elder said is absolutely true. If I hadn't let them discover the Taozihuo, they wouldn't have been able to trade the news of the strange fire for the cultivation elixir."

The two looked at each other and both sneered.

After a long time, Elder Shuo looked sternly and told Bingjin: "Go and inform your subordinates to continue searching for traces of seventh-level monsters in this swamp. I want to return to Demon Swamp City to take charge."

"Yes, Bingjin obeys!" Bingjin bent down and saluted Elder Shuo.

Elder Shuo nodded slightly, rose directly from the ground, stepped on the void and flew towards Demon Marsh City.

When Bing Jin saw Elder Shuo flying away, she made several seals with her hands, and a few wisps of fighting spirit were driven into the sycamore tree in front of her.

The fighting energy of the ice brocade entered the tree trunk, and the seven-color color on the tree trunk slowly disappeared, revealing the gray-brown color of the tree trunk itself again. As the color of the tree trunk changed, the gap formed by the bulge of the tree roots also continued to shrink.

Seeing that the gap between the tree roots was gradually shrinking, the scorpion beast under the tree roots roared and slammed into the tree roots, making a muffled "bang bang" sound.

Bingjin sneered at the scorpion beast. It was not that easy to break the tree roots. The scorpion beast was just doing useless work.

After half a stick of incense, I saw the sycamore tree that had returned to its original state. The pale fighting spirit wings spread out behind me, and the Bingjin figure flew directly into the air. After a moment to identify the direction, I quickly escaped.

Feeling that the two breaths in the distance had gone away, Bai Li still did not relax his vigilance.

It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Bai Li felt a little relieved. The dragon's claws grabbed Tang Ling's cloak and pulled him back to the swamp.

"Don't spread your soul perception too far, don't release your breath, just keep it like this for now."

Hearing this, Tang Ling, who had stayed in the swamp mud for a night, nodded, took off his mud-covered cloak, threw it into the puddles of the swamp, took out another cloak and put it on, Tang Ling asked in a low voice: "What happened?

What?"

"Yesterday, a Douzong and a Douhuang appeared in front of us and to the north." Bai Li's body grew larger, and his dragon claws grabbed Tang Ling's shoulders and flew up.

"Dou Zong?"

Although Tang Ling was confused, he was caught by Bai Li's dragon claws and flew in mid-air. He did not dare to act carelessly.

After half a stick of incense, Bai Li and Tang Ling landed in front of a sycamore tree.

"This, this is the ink-leaf sycamore?" Tang Ling stared at the sycamore tree in front of him. It was ten feet high, and the gray-brown branches were covered with ink-like leaves.

The breeze blows, and transparent spatial ripples appear on the surface of the branches of the sycamore tree.

Tang Ling couldn't help but marveled when he saw this. This kind of seventh-level tree was born with the power to seal space. If this black-leaf sycamore was placed in one area, even a strong Dou Zun would not be able to break through the space near it.

space.

"Don't get close to this tree, there's something weird inside!" Seeing Tang Ling's interest in the tree, Bai Li said hurriedly.

"Huh? What could be weird about just a black-leaf sycamore?" Tang Ling had not seen what happened here before, and was still a little confused at this time.

"The vice president of the Izumo Empire has died in the hands of that Douzong, and that Douzong threw his body under the roots of this tree and fed it to a green scorpion beast." Bai.

Seeing that Tang Ling was confused, Li explained what he had discovered yesterday.

"Luo Yan is dead?" Tang Ling was startled, then asked: "What green scorpion beast?"

"A green scorpion is only one foot in size, but it gives me a very dangerous feeling." Bai Li said in a surprised tone, then said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "I think it might be a ghost poison."

The fire spirit of fire.”

Hearing this, the expression on Tang Ling's face froze, and he pointed at the sycamore tree and said stiffly: "Are you saying that this black-leaf sycamore tree was used to seal the poisonous fire of the netherworld?"

"Well, it should be the fire spirit of the Nether Poison Fire. The body of the scorpion beast was not very solid at that time, but it gave me a vague feeling of danger." Bai Li said with certainty, recalling the feeling at that time.

Tang Ling was very puzzled and asked: "Since the other party has discovered the Netherworld Poison Fire, why didn't they take it away instead of sealing it?"

"What else could it be because, of course, the Nether Poison Fire is not strong enough!" Bai Li curled his lips and continued, "Ranked 20th, except for its toxicity, the Nether Poison Fire is not strong. When the opponent discovered the strange fire, the Nether Poison Fire

It should have just condensed the fire spirit!"

Then Bai Li thought of what the Dou Zong said, and continued: "The other party said that this year the strange fire has already swallowed up the Dark Green Nether Python and a Dou Emperor, and then it will devour two seventh-level powerhouses, and then it will be harvested.

"

Tang Ling's body felt cold, his eyes furrowed as he looked at the roots of the black-leaf sycamore tree, and his voice trembled imperceptibly: "How strong is this Nether Poison Fire now? It has been waiting here for so many years. It is impossible for him to survive for the first time."

Sacrifice the strange fire?"

For these Dou Zong, no, a strong person who can do such a generous thing should at least be a Dou Zong.

Tang Ling really admired the powerful people from the Dou Qi Continent for being able to cultivate Netherworld Poison Fire with seventh-level magic beasts and Dou Zong warriors.

But when he thought about it, Tang Ling was no longer surprised that someone could sacrifice blood to Zhongzhou in order to become emperor. They were all a bunch of perverts who were driven to the edge of madness!

Bai Li blinked his bright eyes and said with the same uncertainty: "As for how strong it is, I don't know, but at least it is not weaker than the peak Dou Huang, and it may even be able to compete with the strong Dou Zong!"

"So weak?" Tang Ling wondered, how could he have this little strength after devouring so many strong men.

Hearing Tang Ling's question, Bai Li rolled his eyes, glanced at the other party, and explained helplessly: "It just eats corpses, and the types are different. It's already terrifying to have the current strength. Moreover, this is the poisonous fire of the netherworld.

If I rely on poison to fight against the enemy, I might have had some trouble dealing with it even in my heyday!"

Tang Ling then nodded. After devouring so many strong men, his strength could not be at the peak of Dou Huang. It turned out that all of it was used to increase the toxicity.

However, Tang Ling then thought about it and wondered if it would be a waste not to take the treasure in person. Although the Nether Poison Fire was useless to them, it could buy them a lot of resources.