Douluo: The Ultimate Fire Spirit Auction

Yan Shaozhe didn't want his teacher to waste any more energy and cause irreversible consequences.

"It doesn't matter."

Mu Lao smiled faintly, "My old bones can still hold on. Go ahead, and don't let anyone disturb us."

Although everyone was worried, they did not dare to disobey Mu Lao's order and left the quiet room one after another.

Mr. Zhuang was the last one to leave and closed the door gently.

In the quiet room, Mu Lao took a deep breath, and suddenly a dazzling golden light burst out from his body.

The hunched body gradually straightened, and the old face seemed to have become decades younger.

A golden dragon-shaped shadow slowly took shape behind him - this was none other than Mu Lao's martial spirit, the Holy Dragon of Light.

"Old Song, Old Song," Mu Lao whispered to himself, "You still haven't changed your stubborn temper. You can obviously avoid it."

He formed a complicated hand seal with his hands, and the golden light turned into countless fine threads, wrapping up Old Song's whole body.

With a low shout from Old Mu, the golden threads suddenly pierced into Old Song's body.

"Ah!" Old Song suddenly opened his eyes, but his pupils were pitch black.

Her body twitched violently, and black gas gushed out of her seven orifices like a volcanic eruption, condensing into a vague human figure in the air.

"Moon!"

The figure spoke Zhongli Wu's voice, "You finally showed up!"

Mu Lao's expression remained unchanged, and the golden light grew even brighter. "Zhongli Wu, do you think you can do whatever you want if you leave only a trace of your will?"

"Hahaha!" The black shadow laughed. "My current strength is far beyond what it used to be! When the 'Heaven Devouring Spirit Art' is perfected, your Shrek Academy will be destroyed!"

Old Mu said no more, clasped his hands together, and the Holy Dragon of Light behind him roared to the sky and pounced directly at the black shadow.

The two clashed fiercely in the air, the golden light and the black air kept colliding, and the entire quiet room was shaking.

Outside the door, Yan Shaozhe and others felt the terrifying energy fluctuations coming from the room, and their faces changed.

"Teacher, can your body hold up?"

Xian Lin'er was worried.

Yan Shaozhe clenched his fists: "Now I can only trust the teacher."

In the quiet room, the battle has entered a white-hot stage. A trace of blood seeps from the corner of Mu Lao's mouth, but he still firmly maintains the output of his soul power.

He could feel that although Zhongli Wu's will was powerful, it was, after all, rootless.

"Light Purification!"

Mu Lao suddenly changed his tactics, and all the golden light instantly shrank and turned into a small golden rune, which was directly imprinted on the forehead of the black shadow.

"Do not--!"

The shadow roared unwillingly and began to crumble. "Moon! Do you think this is the end? The rise of the Holy Spirit Church is unstoppable! Hahahaha, you Shrek Academy should prepare for destruction!"

Before he finished speaking, the shadow completely disappeared.

Old Mu let out a long sigh, his body swayed and he almost fell down.

He forced himself to check on Old Song's condition and confirmed that the evil power had been completely purified. Only then did he remove his martial spirit and return to the appearance of the hunchbacked old man.

"Come in," Mu Lao called weakly.

The door was immediately pushed open and everyone rushed in. Seeing that Old Song's breathing had stabilized and the evil power had completely disappeared, they were all ecstatic.

"Mr. Mu! Are you okay?"

Qian Duoduo shouted, and the others also checked on Mu Lao's condition and found that his breath was weaker than before.

Suddenly, Mr. Mu started coughing violently and spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

Yan Shaozhe was quick to act and supported the staggering Mu Lao.

"Mr. Mu! How are you?"

Mu Lao waved his hand and smiled weakly: "It's nothing, just over-consumption..."

"Stop talking and take a rest first!"

Xian Lin'er said anxiously, and together with Yan Shaozhe, she helped Mr. Mu sit down.

Elder Zhuang quickly examined Elder Mu, his expression becoming increasingly grim. "Elder Mu's vitality was already severely damaged, and now he's forcing his spirit to activate. This..."

Mu Lao interrupted him: "How is Old Song?"

Elder Zhuang quickly turned to Elder Song and smiled after a careful examination. "The evil force has been completely eliminated, but the body is still very weak and needs some time to recuperate."

At this moment, Mr. Song's eyelids trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

Chapter 126: Visions in the Star Forest

Poseidon Island.

In a wooden house above the golden tree, the atmosphere was solemn yet with a hint of relief at having survived the disaster.

Old Song slowly opened his eyes, and his cloudy pupils gradually focused like pearls covered in dust.

After seeing that Mr. Song had woken up, Yan Shaozhe and the others, who had been tense, finally relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.

Xian Lin'er's eyes were red, and her voice was choked with sobs: "Mother, you are finally awake. If anything happened to you, what would we do?"

"Cough cough."

Old Song waved his hands weakly, his cracked lips trembling slightly, like two dead leaves about to wither: "My old bones are still strong, but I am sorry to have made everyone worried."

Seeing this, Qian Duoduo hurriedly poured a glass of warm water and said, "If you hadn't blocked that attack this time, we old guys would be fine, but those children are still young and have a long future ahead of them!"

Old Mu sat on a rattan chair beside the bed. His hunched figure cast a swaying shadow in the candlelight, as if he would be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

His skinny fingers rested lightly on Old Song's wrist, and a ray of golden light appeared faintly, like a candle that was about to go out.

"Although the evil power that Zhongli Wu left in your body has been removed, your meridians have been severely damaged."

As he spoke, he suddenly started coughing violently, and spots of scarlet blood seeped out from between his fingers, like red plum blossoms blooming on snow-white rice paper.

"teacher!"

Yan Shaozhe rushed forward, his face full of anxiety and worry, but was stopped by Mu Lao who raised his hand.

Old Mu wiped the blood with a handkerchief, and a sharp light flashed in his turbid eyes, and the light seemed to penetrate layers of fog.

"Zhongli Wu's 'Heaven Devouring Spirit Art' has actually reached such a high level. Old Song, did you notice anything unusual when you fought him?"

Old Song closed his eyes and recalled, a solemn expression on his aged face, as if he had returned to the battlefield where life and death were at stake. "His soul power has a devouring property!"

He took a breath after every few words, as if those words had drained away his last bit of strength.

"My eighth soul skill should be able to withstand most attacks, but the black mist is actually eating away at my soul power, causing my soul skill's defensive power to be significantly reduced!"

Yan Shaozhe suddenly remembered something and took out a golden ball emitting a soft glow from his arms: "By the way, teacher, this is the God-given soul ring we bought at the Xingchen Auction Pavilion. Take a look."

The moment Mu Lao took over the God-given soul ring, his dim eyes suddenly lit up, as if a blazing flame had ignited in the darkness.

"Such pure divine power!"

Mu Lao's voice trembled, and he was so excited that he could hardly control himself. "This quality is worthy of being a God-given spirit ring."

"There's something even more amazing."

Yan Shaozhe took out a photo stone from his storage ring, with a serious and shocked look on his face, and played the video of the chessboard auction at this auction.

"what?!"

Old Mu stood up suddenly, and the rattan chair creaked under the weight.

He stared at the image in the void ahead. "How...how is this possible? This is a treasure that can kill gods with a mortal body. This is a treasure that the entire Douluo Continent trembles with fear!"

Mr. Zhuang took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp, his voice full of amazement and disbelief: "How is it possible?"

“We were planning to bid.”

Yan Shaozhe pounded his knee in frustration, his face full of sighs, "But Di Tian's offer is too crazy. No matter how we consider it, we have no choice but to give up!"

Mu Lao sighed, his hunched back becoming even more bent. "What a shame! If I had this, I wouldn't have to fear the Holy Spirit Sect!"

His gaze fell on the God-given soul ring again, and a glint of wisdom flashed in his eyes: "Give this God-given soul ring to Le Xuan."

Xian Lin'er asked in surprise, "But Zhang Lexuan hasn't broken through to the Titled Douluo realm yet?"

"Among the younger generation of Shrek Academy, only Le Xuan is closest to becoming a Titled Douluo. In less than a year, Le Xuan will be able to break through to the realm of Titled Douluo."

After hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought, and after a moment they nodded in agreement.

"boom!"

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted outside the window, and the sound seemed to shatter the whole world.

Everyone turned around in horror, only to see a black and green beam of light rising from the direction of the Star Dou Forest. It was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and the clouds were torn into a huge vortex.

This energy fluctuation

Zhuang Lao's Tree of Life spirit automatically manifested, its emerald green branches trembling violently, as if sensing a great threat. "Possessing both the attributes of extreme darkness and life?! What the hell is going on?"

Old Mu walked out of the room with a solemn expression. In the distant sky, silver spots could be vaguely seen flickering like stars.

“It’s not a natural disaster.”

Mu Lao's voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper. "Something has been born."

At the same time, the core area of ​​the Star Dou Forest.

"Click——"

The sound of the eggshell breaking is particularly clear on the shores of the silent Lake of Life, as if the gears of fate have begun to turn.

Gu Yuena's silver hair moved without wind, and her purple eyes reflected the creature that had just hatched - it was a silver-gray baby dragon with black-green wings on its back. An emerald halo flowed between its scales, like a flowing gem.

The most amazing thing is the diamond-shaped crystal on its forehead, which looks like a third eye. The entire galaxy seems to be sealed inside, deep and mysterious.

"Is this the Night Elf Dragon?"

Di Tian murmured softly, his voice trembling with excitement.

As an 800,000-year-old soul beast, he actually felt a tremor coming from deep in his blood at this moment.