Chapter 132 Yu Xiaogang Hunts Soul Beasts, Gets Gouged Away by a Pig!
Soon, Yu Xiaogang, led by this cheap apprentice, arrived deep into the edge of the region.
This place is filled with ancient trees and wolf forests, and miasma permeates the air.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of decaying leaves, which felt soft and spongy underfoot. Occasionally, a few brightly colored poisonous centipedes would emerge from among them, sending chills down one's spine.
Yu Xiaogang, on the other hand, stood with his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised. Although he was leaning on a withered wooden stick, his commanding presence made it seem as if he were inspecting his own backyard rather than in a perilous and perfect world.
"Disciple, watch carefully."
Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang stopped and pointed to a mud puddle ahead.
There lay a huge wild boar, its body covered in stiff, black bristles.
Its fangs protruded, its eyes were bloodshot, and it was huffing and puffing as it dug into the tree roots.
"In my opinion, this beast must be the Iron-skinned Demon Boar."
Yu Xiaogang lowered his voice, made up a name, and began his theoretical analysis:
"Based on my observation, the hardness of this beast's fur and the length of its fangs, converted to our system, are roughly equivalent to a soul beast of 450 to 500 years."
"Excellent defense, and also has a charge attack skill."
"Although it can't compare to those top-tier sub-dragon species, it's perfect as your first spirit ring to lay the foundation for your defense."
Er Gou listened in a daze, though he wanted to say that this was just the most common wild boar in the wilderness, with thick skin and meat, which the hunters in the village didn't like to hunt because they thought the meat was smelly.
But how did it become a perfect spirit ring in Master's words?
It also has such a strange name.
"Master, how do we fight?" After hesitating for a long time, Er Gou asked with a serious expression, clinging to that faint hope.
After all, he really had no fighting ability at all.
"Hmph, watch me!"
Yu Xiaogang's soul power had already reached level 42, and he was brimming with confidence.
He immediately stepped forward, and as his soul power surged, the two originally dim yellow soul rings beneath his feet gradually lit up.
"Come out, Luo Sanpao!"
"Roar!"
A flash of purple light, and the chubby Luo Sanpao instantly appeared at the edge of the mud pit.
"Sanpao, charge!"
"First Soul Skill: Farts Like Thunder, Three Cannons That Shatter Heaven and Earth!"
Yu Xiaogang shouted loudly, giving a decisive command.
Luo Sanpao immediately stuck out his buttocks and aimed them at the iron-skinned demonic pig that was eating.
"puff!!!"
A loud bang was heard, and a thick plume of yellow smoke billowed out, instantly engulfing the entire mud pit.
This scene caused Er Gou's lips to twitch slightly, even though he had been looking forward to it.
Then, recalling what his master had just mentioned about the title of Dragon God Douluo, he immediately guessed that the so-called friends Yu Xiaogang spoke of were all fake.
The bio-engineered Douluo who released poison gas was referring to him.
But now is not the time to argue about these things.
Er Gou quickly hid to avoid getting hurt, ready to watch Yu Xiaogang display his divine power!
On the other side, Yu Xiaogang smiled confidently after seeing Luo Sanpao accurately hit the target.
"It's done! This Iron-skinned Demon Boar has a keen sense of smell. Once it's been hit by my Thunder Poison Gas, it will surely faint within three breaths!"
However, three breaths passed.
Ten breaths passed.
Twenty breaths have passed.
Even after the yellow smoke completely dissipated, the iron-skinned demonic boar remained standing in the same spot.
Instead of fainting, he seemed even more excited.
It shook its enormous head, flared its nostrils, and greedily inhaled the remaining poisonous gas, its eyes suddenly gleaming with ferocity.
This beast lives year-round in a swamp filled with miasma, and its favorite thing is this smelly gas.
Luo Sanpao's fart not only failed to poison it, but actually provoked it.
"roar!"
With a roar, the Iron-Skinned Demon Pig charged towards Yu Xiaogang!
"Wh-what?!"
Upon seeing this, Yu Xiaogang, who had been confident of victory, was instantly stunned and froze on the spot, his expression stiff.
"How is that possible?"
"Theoretically speaking, this creature should have fainted long ago, how could it..."
"Master, watch out! It's charging at us!"
However, just as Yu Xiaogang was still looking incredulous, Er Gou, who was standing to the side and sensed that things were not going well, gave him a warning and then turned around and ran away in fright.
"You beast! Cease your arrogance!"
However, although Yu Xiaogang panicked, he felt that he was at least a level 42 Soul Master, so he immediately tried to circulate his soul power to resist.
But he forgot that his soul power was built up by eating fruit, and his combat experience was practically nonexistent.
Not to mention facing the ferocious beasts in this perfect world, even the lowest level ones are not something he can provoke.
"Bang!!"
In an instant, a muffled thud was heard.
The Iron-Skinned Demon Boar's thick tusk landed precisely on Yu Xiaogang's buttocks.
"Awooo!!!"
Immediately afterwards, Yu Xiaogang let out a scream, and his body was thrown through the air in a beautiful parabola, flying hundreds of meters away.
Finally, it crashed heavily into the eerie and terrifying valley in front of it.
...
Inside the Valley of Broken Souls.
This place is perpetually shrouded in darkness, with constant, eerie winds, and even the local natives and old hunters are reluctant to venture here.
"Click".
However, at this moment, Yu Xiaogang, who had been knocked away by the pig, was hanging on a crooked, withered tree. His waist was almost broken, and his buttocks were covered in blood and flesh. He was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely.
"Damn pig, you bastard!"
Yu Xiaogang groaned as he struggled to fall from the tree, then lost his balance and fell flat on his face.
However, just as he was about to get up and curse, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a strange herb growing under the tree roots.
The herb was entirely dark blue, and its leaves had an eerie, separated appearance.
Just one whiff of it can make you feel a little dazed, as if your soul is about to detach from you.
"This, this is..."
Looking at the exotic flowers and plants before him, Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted, and he instantly thought of the thing his cheap apprentice had mentioned that could separate him from Luo Sanpao.
"Soul-Separating Grass!"
"Eating it can separate the soul and sever karma!"
The next second, Yu Xiaogang, ignoring the pain in his buttocks, immediately scrambled over, his face beaming with joy.
"There's always a way out! There really is!"
"I knew it! This master is the chosen one!"
"Luo Sanpao, you piece of trash, you've followed me for so many years and made me suffer endless ridicule."
"Our connection ends today!"
At this point, Yu Xiaogang gave a cold laugh and immediately prepared to separate out the troublesome and embarrassing martial spirit.
However, Yu Xiaogang was much more cautious this time.
Having learned from his previous experience, he was afraid of poisoning or other side effects, so he dared not eat too much.
He carefully plucked a leaf the size of a fingernail, put it in his mouth, and waited patiently for the change to happen.
"hiss--"
The leaf melted in his mouth, and in just a moment, Yu Xiaogang felt a sense of detachment from his soul.
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