Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

Zhu Qi thought for a long time.

for a long time,

Finally, with firm eyes and steady steps, he turned and left.

He didn't even say goodbye to Han Tao, his expression was full of desolation, frustration, disappointment and sadness.

"So, this is your choice?"

Staring at his retreating back, Han Tao suddenly asked.

Zhu Qi replied without even replying:

"Master, I grew up in Zhujie Village. It is impossible for me to abandon the villagers I once was."

"Since you are not willing to help me rescue them, I can only go there alone, although this may be a journey back without any return."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head.

Knowing that this trip was for nothing, he still gave up his rationality because of the enemy's bargaining chip. This was so unlike him and Han Tao.

Passing through the dark depths of the earth's veins, passing through the thick poison barrier of the Sunset Forest.

When Zhu Qi raised his eyes again, he saw two familiar figures, Sword Douluo and Han Tao.

"Sword Douluo?"

Chen Xin sighed: "Han Tao, do you need me to take action for you?"

"Need not!"

Han Tao shook his head.

Inside the soul guide, he pulled out a sharp long sword and spoke in a silent tone.

"Zhu Qi, you will definitely die if you go to Haotian Sect."

"And if you go, it will only become a bargaining chip for Tang San to threaten me, and it may also expose the characteristics of 'Lone Bamboo'."

The century-old Guzhu soul bone and Guzhu's original soul ring provide an additional 0.3 growth base.

Ignoring soul skills, in terms of numerical value, it is equivalent to three hundred thousand year soul rings and three hundred thousand year soul bones.

"Since the end result is death, it is better to die in the hands of my master. This will not stain my Taoist heart. After all, I have never upheld the banner of justice."

Han Tao smiled contemptuously: "I am not Qian Renxue, nor am I Tang San!"

"master."

Zhu Qi struggled and fell back.

But he knew that this was meaningless. From beginning to end, he would never be able to leave the Sunset Forest.

The edge of the sword is stained with blood.

Falling to the ground and rushing towards death, Zhu Qi's life is as small as the blue silver grass on the roadside, scattered with the wind.

Pick up a new white dove and use a quill to record the message.

"Tell Tang San that I will not be threatened and cannot be threatened. Want to use weak people to coerce the spirit master? This method is meaningless to me!"

Sword Douluo sighed again: "Let's go!"

Although there was no hesitation in Han Tao's movements, Chen Xin still felt the deep-rooted sadness in his eyes.

Is Zhuqi an experiment?

Maybe yes, but "people are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless", as the first disciple accepted by Han Tao, how could he be as cold as he appeared?

"It's not his fault, and it's not your fault either!"

"I can only say that Tang San's methods are too despicable!"

Sword Douluo's tone was low.

Immediately, he led Han Tao and returned to the Ice and Fire Eyes again.

"Failed?"

Look at the white doves flying in the sky.

After taking off the letter from its feet and learning that Zhu Qi was dead, Tang San couldn't help but sneered contemptuously.

"As expected of Han Tao, the evil soul master, well deserved!"

"Look, you can actually kill your own disciple to avoid being blackmailed by me?"

"Hahahahahaha, only a person with no morals and justice in his heart can do such a thing!"

Tang San, with the posture of a winner, mocked arrogantly and frivolously.

He took the Bloody Mary brought by the guard and sniffed it carefully for a long time, remembering the "yellow dew" smell on it.

He drank it gently, and then his eyes became fiercer.

"Yes, Tang San!"

"As a teacher, I can swear that I will never be like Han Tao. At least between you and me, we are as close as father and son!"

He picked up the letter, flicked up the golden soul coin he had just received from Wuhun Palace, and watched it reflect the shadow in the sun, narrating it in an extremely disgusting way.

Tang San smiled with satisfaction: "What a pity."

"Zhu Qi, I haven't met a good master, it's not like I met a master!"

"After all, people's luck cannot be generalized, hahahahaha!"

Then he turned his eyes to the back and saw many villagers of Zhujie Village in Haotian Sect.

Pointing backward, his tone was suddenly violent and vicious: "Now that Zhu Qi is dead, you and the others have lost their value."

In Zhujie Village, the village chief stepped forward tremblingly.

"Master Soul Master, what game do you want to play?"

The village chief's figure, tone, and appearance were even somewhat similar to Old Jack from Holy Soul Village, but how could Tang San care about these now.

The twenty-four bridges are turning in the bright moonlit night, and dozens of dragon whisker needles are hidden in the palm of the hand.

"I'll give you time to escape, Oscar, untie them!"

"I won't hunt you down before the sun goes down today. When night falls, you can listen to the cry of death!"

Oscar hurriedly stepped forward.

Untie the ropes of the villagers, and then many villagers began to escape.

"Xiao Ao"

"You moved so quickly, did you want to save them?"

"No no!"

Oscar looked at Tang San with scarlet eyes and took two steps back full of fear.

Due to the advancement of the distraction control method, Tang San's soul was constantly declining. In the past, he could use the Purple Demon Eyes to make up for it, but as the decline deepened, he now had to drink Huangquan Dew to maintain his life.

But how can this kind of poison come without a price?

"Since you have no idea of ​​rescuing them, wait until after dark and prepare your flying mushroom sausage for me!"

"Uh" Oscar's face froze.

The setting sun withdrew its blazing heat, and with a heart full of desolation, it fell down the mountaintop.

The demon also showed its fangs at this moment. The villagers of Zhujie Village saw the gradually darkening sky, and their eyes were full of fear.

"Zhu Jiu, Zhu Shi, Zhu Shiyi, you run to the north!"

"The Sunset Forest is in the north. As long as you find Zhu Qi's master, you can survive, and you will definitely survive."

Zhu Jiu asked back: "What about you?"

The village chief sighed: "We are not soul masters. No matter how far we run, we will definitely be caught up."

"I will take these old people from Zhujie Village with my old bones to the south"

"There is a ten thousand year old insect there. Perhaps many of us will die in its mouth, but this will slow down the pace of the demon."

"And the three of you are the hope of my Zhujie Village!"

The village chief of Zhujie Village died.

The many villagers that Zhu Qi wanted to save were killed one by one by Tang San with the dragon beard needle.

The poisonous hidden weapon, the Dragon Beard Needle, is the most horrible punishment for ordinary people.

"Here we are!"

Zhu Jiu, Zhu Shi, and Zhu Shiyi stared at the poison barrier in the Sunset Forest.

Just as they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they suddenly heard a harsh laugh behind them.

"Want to run?"

"You know, the old village chief of Zhujie Village is dead."

"And your father, mother, grandfather, and many elders all died in my hands, and the cause of all this is Han Tao and Zhu Qi."

"They killed you!"

He looked into the depths of the poison barrier vaguely, grabbed a blue silver grass, and spoke in a wanton and gentle tone.

As elegant as a devil.

"Han Tao, I know you can hear it!"

"Of course, you don't have to repent for this, because no one will know, and no one will care that there was a village called Zhujie Village on the Douluo Continent."

Suddenly, the curtain of the poison barrier was slowly opened like a curtain.

"Really?"

Han Tao walked out slowly, his words indifferent.

Following behind Han Tao were Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling, as well as the Sword Douluo who was condensing his killing intent.

"In this location of Sunset Forest, even your grandfather Tang Chen is not our opponent."

"I really don't understand, why do you dare to chase them here? Did the Yellow Spring Dew make you lose your mind?"