(2nd Update)

  Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the back of the Emerald Snake Emperor's real body, with an antique guqin on his legs, and his hands were gently lying on the strings.

  Seeing this scene, the subordinate complexion of the Wuhun Hall changed from weird at the beginning to gradually hideous, which can be said to be very beautiful.

  "it!"

  "This guy is just playing the piano in front of us? Don't we want to lose face? ”

  "Kill him, hurry up and kill this, it's annoying to see him, I always feel like my brows are constantly beating, as if something bad is going to happen."

  Yang Ming's move can be said to have caused public anger, and directly attracted the hatred value of the subordinates of the Martial Spirit Palace.

  But before they could make a move, Yang Ming's fingers lightly swiped the strings, and the peaceful and peaceful sound of heaven came out slowly, and a song of forgetting worries really seemed to be able to make people forget all the sorrows in the world.

  And with the gradual sound of the piano, a touch of light green full of vitality grew, like a little elf happily poured into the true body of the Emerald Snake Emperor at his feet, and the deep scars of the bones actually grew flesh buds at a speed visible to the naked eye, and these flesh buds were intertwined, gradually growing new flesh and blood.

  The tingling sensation brought about by the rapid growth of flesh and blood in his heart was like ants climbing on the wound, even if his skin was as thick as Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, he couldn't help but blush, and let out a low moan of suppressed pleasure and pain.

  This picture is simply terrible.

  Fortunately, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo is not a human body now, but the real body of the Bibi Snake Emperor, otherwise an old man who has entered the age of confusion will whisper in front of so many strangers, this is the truly disgusting picture.

  Seeing Poison Douluo Dugu Bo recover from his injuries so quickly, the subordinate soul masters of the Martial Spirit Hall around him immediately changed their complexions.

  Just now, they had to work hard to beat Poison Douluo Dugu Bo to a serious injury and near death, why didn't you even play a tune to recover his injuries from a serious injury that was on the verge of death to a moderate injury???

  For a while, everyone always had a sense of hard work to fight the boss, and once they returned to the pre-wasteland era, all kinds of sadness, all kinds of pain, only they knew in their hearts.

  However, Yang Ming looked at Poison Douluo Dugu Bo's recovered injuries, but he frowned, and he felt a little dissatisfied.

  After all, Dugu Bo is a Title Douluo, and in terms of his current soul power reserves, it is already the limit to be able to help him recover from near death to moderate injuries, if he wants to heal his injuries, he must withdraw from the battlefield and spend a lot of time and energy to perform the Forgetful Sorrow Song.

  It's just obvious that the enemy is not stupid, how could he give Dugu Bo a chance to retreat?

  Sure enough.

  Next, the subordinate soul masters of the surrounding Wuhun Hall recovered from the chaos caused by Yang Ming at the beginning, and with the mobilization of the various cardinals involved in it, they began to rearrange the disorderly personnel into a dense formation, and once again launched a charge horn towards Dugu Bo.

  Seeing this, Dugu Bo's face turned green.

  Although the various buffs inflicted on him by the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect Sect Sect Leader Ning Fengzhi were still there, which could make his strength soar, even if he was a ninety-fifth level Titled Douluo, he was confident that he would fight, and he had even relied on a large-scale AOE poison soul technique to give the Martial Spirit Hall a head-on blow.

  But when he thought of being surrounded and beaten by the people of the Wuhun Hall again and being seriously injured, he suddenly felt terrified.

  The taste of dying is not good at all!

  It is said that the older a person lives, the more timid he becomes, Dugu Bo is naturally not because he is timid, but the shadow of death brought just now is too huge, and he hasn't caught his breath for a while.

  Sensing the imperceptible tremor of the true body of the Emerald Snake Emperor under his feet, Yang Ming also somewhat understood Dugu Bo's mood.

  Gently patting the back of the Bibi Snake Emperor, Yang Ming chuckled lightly and said:

  "Dugu Bo senior, will help me buy a little time later."

  Hearing Yang Ming call himself an old-timer, Dugu Bo didn't feel the slightest bit happy.

  In the past, Yang Ming didn't call himself so cordially, and sure enough, when he heard Yang Ming's follow-up words, Dugu Bo almost wanted to scold his mother.

  Helping you buy for a while?

  This is damn!

  complained in his heart, but Dugu Bo had always seen Yang Ming's magical methods, especially the human cannon that appeared just now, which unexpectedly brought a lot of trauma to the subordinate army of the Wuhun Palace, plus now that he was surrounded by the subordinates of the Wuhun Hall again, he simply felt his heart and believed in Yang Ming again.

  The Bibi Snake Emperor opened his bloody mouth, his white fangs were exposed, and between the snake's devouring, a bottomless mouth loomed, spewing out a highly poisonous purple mist from the inside.

  As soon as the purple mist appeared, it seemed to turn into a barrier, isolating him from the subordinate soul masters of the Martial Spirit Palace, hindering their progress.

  For Poison Douluo Dugu Bo's poison soul technique, except for a few soul masters who can be immune or reduce damage because of the particularity of martial souls and soul skills, most soul masters have nothing to do with the purple mist in front of them.

  This kind of purple mist, for the vast majority of middle and low-level soul masters, is that it will die when it is touched, and it will die when it is smelled.

  It's a nightmare!

  Perhaps Dugu Bo is the weakest in the same level of Title Douluo, but his killing of middle and low-level soul masters is definitely an outstanding existence in the same level!

  Even at this moment, many Martial Soul Hall subordinate soul masters noticed that the soul power on Yang Ming's body on his back had a violent fluctuation of soul power, obviously preparing some kind of big move, but what could they do?

  Only a few special soul masters were able to pass through the purple poisonous mist, but what harm could these few people do to Dugu Bo?

  Of course, the people of the Wuhun Hall are not fools.

  Under the unified dispatch of the cardinal archbishops in all directions, the soul masters who could perform long-range attack soul skills formed a phalanx and worked together to perform soul skills in an attempt to destroy Yang Ming's ultimate.

  It's just that they underestimated Dugu Bo's confidence in Yang Ming, this well-known old poison in the soul master world, would rather use his own flesh and blood as a shield to help Yang Ming protect himself from the wind and rain, rather than see Yang Ming's battle interrupted!

  The turquoise snake scales burst, and the wound that had healed just now cracked again, and even this time because of the aggravation of the injury, the bones inside were faintly cracked, and pus with a corrosive smell flowed out of the wound, and a pool of blood accumulated under the huge snake body.

  Breath is sluggish!

  Dying!

  Dugu Bo took a breath, raised his eyelids tiredly, and was about to open the coffin in a hurry!

  Why isn't it okay yet?

  I'm going to die!

  As if in response to the doubts in Dugu Bo's heart, Yang Ming raised his arms high, and his reincarnation eyes showed an indifferent look, looking at the subordinate soul masters of the Martial Spirit Hall present as if they were nothing, with a calm voice as always, word by word, and said:

  "Oh my God! Obstruct! Shake! Star! ”

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