The devil of Douluo is in the world

Chapter 117 [Forcibly Kissed by Bibi Dong]

Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

Under the night, under the rain.

Looking at the blood-red crack in the sky that was opened by the bloody sword intent, it finally gradually closed until it disappeared.

"What, Uncle Jian, are you going to the Spirit Hall?" Ning Fengzhi looked at Chen Xin in shock. "Uncle Jian, there is a great enmity between you and the Hall of Spirits. Going to the headquarters of the Hall of Spirits at this time just happens to hit the knife's edge."

Chen Xin smiled indifferently, and said: "If it was in the past, I would not dare to go, but now... the person who personally made a big disturbance in the Wuhun Temple, it must be that scene, hehe...

At this time, they don't care about me, and they won't provoke me easily. "

"Then, Uncle Jian, what are you doing at the headquarters of the Spirit Hall?"

Chen Xin looked up at the blood-red sword intent in the sky, was silent for a while, and said: "I want to see that sword intent, I have a strong feeling that the opportunity for me to break through the Title Douluo is that sword intent. Sword intent!"

"But, hasn't that sword intent disappeared?"

Chen Xin shook her head, "That bloody sword intent must have cut a very deep and large crack in Wuhun City, the sword intent there will not dissipate so easily.

If my prediction is correct, the sword intent is so strong that it may take three to five years before it completely dissipates. "

At this time, Gu Rong beside him also suddenly said: "Young Sect Master, try not to go out during this time, we will come back as soon as possible."

"What, Uncle Bone, you want to go too?"

Gu Rong nodded, "I also have a strong feeling that that sword intent may be the opportunity for me to break through the Title Douluo!"

Chen Xin then said: "So, the two of us must go there in person to comprehend that sword intent up close."

"Uncle Gu, if you don't use the sword, the sword will also help you?"

Gu Rong smiled and explained: "Young Sect Master, have you forgotten, Bone Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi patted his forehead, "Oh, it's not common for you to use a sword, I almost forgot. Well then, you guys go early and come back early, adapt everything according to circumstances, and be sure to pay attention to safety."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong nodded, and clasped their fists at Ning Fengzhi, "Young Sect Master, take care!"

Ning Fengzhi returned the salute, "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, take care! I wish you all the smooth enlightenment and break through Title Douluo!"

"Farewell!"

After the words fell, the two hurried towards Wuhun City.

In the morning light, the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the ticking of dewdrops slid to the ground, interweaving and spreading, so euphemistic and graceful.

The sky was slightly bright, and when the eastern morning light rose slightly, the rain finally stopped.

Spirit Hall headquarters.

Countless powerful people gathered together.

Qian Daoliu is at the forefront.

Many strong men looked at the ruins in front of them and remained silent for a long time.

Everyone has subconsciously clenched their fists.

Blue veins burst!

The Wuhun Palace was completely destroyed overnight and turned into ruins.

For tens of thousands of years, this is an unprecedented and unprecedented catastrophe.

It is also a disgrace to Wuhundian!

What a shame!
The shame engraved on the faces of every Wuhundian member!

In the entire Wuhun City, the casualties of ordinary people were not large, but the death toll of the soul masters in Wuhun Palace exceeded the ninth floor.

That blood-colored formation happened to enclose the entire headquarters of the Spirit Hall.

The bloody thunder strikes down, there is no way to avoid it.

This battle, death:

Title Douluo: Four

Contra: Eighteen

Soul Saint: sixty
Soul Emperor: 120

Soul masters of other realms: [-]

All the soul masters who lived in the headquarters of the Spirit Hall, that is, the elites of the Hall of Spirits, were taken over overnight.

even……

The current pope, Chihiro, is currently missing, but everyone knows that he must have died in battle.

Since the blood demon decided to turn against Wuhundian, there is no reason to save his life.

In this way, there are four Death Titled Douluo in total.

The current pope died in battle, and the previous pope was also cut off with one arm, and his power dropped greatly.

The damage was so severe, all because of a sword, a burst.

That sword strike last night shocked everyone in the mainland.

The sky over the entire continent was shrouded in blood red.

Everyone saw the bloody sword intent that reached the sky.

Most of the powerhouses in the Wuhun Hall also died under that sword.

Those who are not dead will not be able to resist the last nine thunders in one.

The blood-purple thunderbolt is comparable to a 99-level Ultimate Douluo's desperate strike.

"Blood Demon, I, Wuhundian, are incompatible with you. I will not avenge this revenge, and I swear not to be human!"

Suddenly, the voice of Qian Daoliu's oath spread throughout Wuhun City, and the killing intent was decisive.

Like a thunderstorm.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

On the ruins of the Wuhun Hall, there was a sound of shouting and killing.

Between Wuhundian and Gorefiend, a decisive battle is inevitable!

At this moment, Song Wuxin followed his own plan and escaped from the encirclement for the time being.

Somewhere beside the river a hundred miles away from Wuhun City, the Sky Demon Wolf stood on a high place, looking around vigilantly, on guard.

Below, Song Wuxin practiced cross-legged kung fu to heal his injuries and restore his soul power.

The Blood Fiend Sword kept floating around him, circling around like a naughty child.

Bibi Dong, still feeling powerless, lay under a tree with her back leaning on the big tree, with soft eyes, she kept on Song Wuxin who was practicing cross-legged exercises, and did not leave for a moment.

It's just that she didn't know when it started, she suddenly felt hot and uncomfortable.

He kept scratching his whole body and tearing his clothes.

I used to wear less...

"It's so hot... so uncomfortable..."

Glancing at Song Wuxin who was sitting not far away from his wounds, Bibidong subconsciously clenched her lips.

No, I can't interrupt his healing.

However, that feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

The flame in her heart seemed to melt her.

"This is……"

Bibi Dong suddenly remembered the words Qian Xun Ji said to her before he died.

What [Angel's Poison], what [Angel's Kiss], dirty!

"hateful!"

The thoughts in my heart became stronger and stronger, and began to become a little crazy.

If it was another woman, I'm afraid that I have completely lost my mind by now.

Song Wuxin finally noticed Bibi Dong's strangeness, and opened her eyes, startled.

"You are this?"

He came to her side, checked her pulse, and touched her forehead.

So hot!

After a long time, Song Wuxin finally spit out a few words: "Angel's poison, the poison is gone!"

Bibi Dong suddenly cupped his face with both hands, leaning his forehead together, "Wuxin..."

Song Wuxin frowned, subconsciously uncomfortable with her title.

"Wuxin, do you know why Yu Xiaogang and Qian Xunji both poisoned me?"

Song Wuxin stepped back a bit, ready to stand up, but Bibi Dong tightly wrapped her neck.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know!"

"No, you know! You're too smart not to know."

Song Wuxin was stunned for a moment, and looked at her, "So what?"

Bibi Dong suddenly smiled, very flatteringly: "I know, you are a mysterious and powerful person, I think you must also have that kind of devouring and depriving skills, right?"

Song Wuxin narrowed her eyes slightly, stared at her for two seconds, and replied coldly: "Yes!"

As soon as his voice fell, his lips were blocked by a piece of softness.

Bibi Dong kissed her!
Forced kiss, unscrupulous!
[Seeing that no one votes or rewards here, I am a little motivated to code.

Well, you call me a broken dog?
Don't talk nonsense, where did I break the chapter, where is the evidence? 】

(End of this chapter)