He stared and watched quietly. The faint gray mist did not spread too far, and only lingered around the two of them.
Fallen leaves floated in it, as if traveling through endless time in an instant, turning from green to yellow, and then turning into powder and scattered in the wind.
The remaining vitality contained in it was completely wiped out in an instant!
Faintly, Dugu Bo could see that the land under the fog began to be stained with a grayish white, and seemed to be beginning to give off a faint sense of death.
There was a sudden look of shock in his eyes. What a dangerous power!
"Hiss~ Danger!" Dugu Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he pulled Ye Lingling, and the two of them retreated a little.
From the changes in the fallen leaves, it can be seen that this gray fog contains great danger.
And this was just the initial fusion stage. Could it be that the degree of fusion between the two was higher than expected?
Martial Soul Fusion Techniques were rare, but they were not uncommon in the Soul Master world. Dugu Bo had seen the Dragon and Snake couple perform this technique.
The two of them have higher cultivation bases, and the martial soul fusion techniques they display can even temporarily compete with Titled Douluo. Logically, they should be stronger.
However, none of them gave people such a sense of crisis as that of Fang Ling and Zhu Zhuqing.
After a brief brewing, the gray light began to erupt, like the sun suddenly rising over the mountain, emitting bright light in all directions.
Fortunately, this was just a sign of some kind of martial soul fusion technique. It did not cause any actual harm, and was not as scary as the gray mist.
The gray mist rolled back at an astonishing speed, swirling around his body and transforming into a gray robe that dragged on the ground.
The long-handled scythe emitted a deep grey light, and Zhu Zhuqing, Fang Ling and Zhu Zhuqing disappeared.
A mysterious figure in a grey robe appeared at the spot.
The figure was about two meters tall, with one hand hanging down and hidden in the sleeve, and the other pale hand stretched out from the wide sleeve.
In his hand he held a large sickle, two and a half meters long, white-gray in color, with a crescent-shaped blade that seemed to be made of dark gray metal, smooth and sharp, but unable to reflect any light.
The profound sense of death emanated from the sickle blade, causing the onlookers nearby to tremble in fear.
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling snuggled together, and only with the help of each other's warmth could they bring a little comfort.
Dugu Bo's gaze fell on the sickle blade, filled with endless sense of death, and even he, a Titled Douluo, felt a chill all over his body.
The tremor from the bottom of his heart frightened him, and he took a step back involuntarily and asked solemnly: "What the hell is this?"
The figure covered in a gray robe slowly raised his head. There was no face, and the three people could only see a dark shadow shrouded in gray mist, which gave people a mysterious feeling.
The figure bowed slightly, and the pale hand tightly grasped the long handle. The gray-robed figure was about to launch an attack. Dugu Bo felt a chill in his heart and immediately shouted: "Don't attack!"
"Cut down any tree!"
Waving the sickle high, the gray-robed figure flashed and appeared in front of a tree on the sidelines in an instant.
The dark grey sickle chopped down without encountering any resistance and cut it smoothly.
The cross section of the tree turned into gray ash, which gradually spread upwards.
But at this moment, the gray robe became unstable and suddenly collapsed, disintegrating from top to bottom and turning into gray mist and disappearing.
The two reappeared, Fang Ling was lying on his back and Zhu Zhuqing was lying on her stomach. They fell heavily to the ground and had fallen into a coma.
"Fang Ling! Zhu Qing!" The expressions of the three people suddenly changed, and they immediately moved closer to check.
Zhu Zhuqing was fine, but Fang Ling looked a little pale.
The pink and white light in Ye Lingling's hand flashed rapidly, and the purple thousand-year soul ring lit up. Petals danced and fell, covering the two of them.
However, the treatment did not seem to have any effect, and the two remained in a deep sleep.
"Grandpa, what happened?" Dugu Yan asked anxiously.
"It's okay, it's just that the soul power is exhausted." Dugu Bo put one hand on someone's wrist, checked it briefly, and breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a hint of confusion in his heart.
Zhu Zhuqing is at a low level, so it is understandable that her soul power is exhausted.
Fang Ling was level 50, and he was only using a martial soul fusion technique. It was not possible for him to exhaust his soul power and faint after just one swing of the sickle. Moreover, his pale skin looked abnormal.
However, Dugu Bo used his mental power to investigate more carefully, but did not detect anything special.
No problems were found, so we can only observe.
"Each of you hold one, and put them both on the bed for the time being. Then stay by their side while I prepare some nourishing liquid medicine for them."
Although Ye Lingling is an auxiliary soul master, he is quite strong and it is no problem for him to lift up a person.
Not to mention Dugu Yan.
The two women followed their instructions. Dugu Bo was about to leave when he glanced at the tree trunk next to him that had been broken into two pieces.
The surface of the tree trunk began to crack and the leaves turned yellow.
He walked forward, and when his mental power touched it, he felt a momentary pain, and then this trace of mental power was annihilated.
The deep grey color remains strong.
This wasn't the case when I sensed the dangerous grey mist before.
Dugu Bo secretly clicked his tongue in his heart, squatted down, and was about to try to touch it with his hand, but hurriedly stopped in mid-air.
He broke off a fresh branch from an intact tree nearby and gently touched the gray trunk.
In an instant, the branch in his hand turned yellow and turned into ashes in an instant.
When releasing soul power to test, the consumption of soul power is particularly intense.
Standing up, Dugu Bo felt a chill on his back and remained silent.
This is the ultimate death, the final resting place of all things, the end of everything.
He felt that if he were to face this attack, there would be no exception. Fortunately, he had a warning in his heart at the last moment and did not aim the attack.
Otherwise, he could only try to use the powerful soul power of Titled Douluo to wear it down.
His eyes changed, and Dugu Bo called out loudly: "Someone come!"
"Your Majesty." Soon, a servant came running over and saluted respectfully.
"Stay here and don't let anyone touch that gray tree trunk. If anyone does, they will die. Wait until my apprentice wakes up and then he can handle it himself."
Dugu Bo gave the order in a cold voice, then he flashed away from the place.
"Yes!" the servant replied respectfully.
…
When Fang Ling woke up again, the moon was already high in the sky.
Four pairs of eyes stared at him closely.
Zhu Zhuqing woke up before him and was also among them, with a look of nervousness in her eyes.
"Awake!" Her tense expression relaxed and a beautiful smile bloomed on her face.
"How are you? Are you okay?" Dugu Yan looked him up and down hurriedly.
"Fang Ling, can you help?" Ye Lingling asked worriedly.
There was deep concern in the eyes of the three women.
Dugu Bo stood aside, with a slight smile on his face. He picked up a bowl of green medicine and handed it over.
Fang Ling took it and drank it all in one gulp.
The effect of digestion Lv2 was evident, a warm current rose from the abdomen and slowly spread to every part of the body.
He clenched his fists tentatively, a smile on his face: "I feel good."
"But your skin has become very pale." Zhu Zhuqing tapped the back of Fang Ling's hand worriedly.
"It's okay, it will fade away." Fang Ling's eyesight immediately distinguished the change in skin color, and the paleness was gradually fading away.
The process is accelerating as the tonic power of the body is absorbed.
"Give your martial soul fusion skill a name." Dugu Bo said.
"I'll listen to you." Zhu Zhuqing said lightly in response to Fang Ling's inquiring gaze.
After Fang Ling thought about it, he smiled and said, "Then let's call it Shadow Death Scythe."
"Like a shadow, a single swing of the scythe can bring death to all things."
(End of this chapter)