From the Soul Motion Machine onwards, the Mechanized Douluo

Chapter 452 Welcome to Hell, Your Holiness. [Please subscribe! Please vote!]

"But where did you come from? Is this still in China?"

In order to quickly achieve a state of spirit resonance with Bibi Dong, Chen Hong activated his spirit ability directly after their spirit imprints were joined together. From a higher soul dimension, using Bibi Dong's spirit imprint as a coordinate, he went directly down to a lower dimension. In an instant, their soul powers appeared at the same coordinate and, under their mutual influence, a chance for spirit resonance quickly emerged.

This kind of dimensional reduction attack from a higher level of power is much more efficient than that so-called flesh bomb impact!

The instant their souls resonated, Chen Hong's consciousness instinctively entered Bibi Dong's soul consciousness. Theoretically, at the moment of soul resonance, both parties could glimpse each other's deepest secrets. But Chen Hong was different; he was a bandit who could kick open other people's hearts. With a soul quality comparable to a god's, he was always the one who perceived other people's inner secrets, while others could not perceive him at all.

At the moment of soul resonance, Chen Hong's consciousness appeared in a small dark room.

"Something's not right. If someone accidentally entered the depths of my soul's memory, I could lock these intruders in a dark room. But how could someone with a lower soul level than mine voluntarily lock me in a dark room???"

Chen Hong was extremely familiar with the art of locking someone in a dark room; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was adept at it. Because of this bastard, he had once locked Ye Lingling in a dark room. After all, if he didn't, Ye Lingling would know many secrets Chen Hong was currently unwilling to reveal through their soul resonance. Fortunately, Ye Lingling didn't seem to mind Chen Hong's "good sense of secrecy." If she hadn't secretly researched how to reverse-lock Chen Hong in a dark room, Chen Hong would know everything, but dare not say or ask anything.

"I, Chen, have spent half my life wandering, never imagining I'd end up locked in a dark room. Sigh... I never imagined Your Holiness the Pope was such a hidden master! Your Holiness, come out quickly! I surrender, I'm done playing! Come out now, or I'm leaving!"

Inside a pitch-black room, devoid of any light and evoking a sense of being in an abyss, Chen Hong reached out and touched everything. Surprisingly, the room possessed a remarkably realistic, immersive quality! This level of darkness couldn't be easily simulated! It would require a soul power at Chen Hong's level to create!

"Your Holiness is truly a master of disguise! The way you've condensed your soul's little black room feels like it actually existed. If I, Chen, weren't also capable of this, I would have almost thought I was still inside your soul's memories!"

The small, dark room was so real it didn't seem like an act; it was truly pitch black. Chen Hong's consciousness couldn't use much power, so he could only be a passerby. Now that he realized the Pope didn't welcome him, he wasn't going to stay any longer.

However, what puzzled Chen Hong was that Bibi Dong had locked his soul in a dark room. Even though he had won, why did she not show up?

"His Holiness the Pope? His Holiness the Pope?? I'm really leaving?" In the pitch-black space, Chen Hong called out His Holiness the Pope's name three times, but received no response.

However, in the deepest part of Bibi Dong's pitch-black soul realm, a pair of more than twenty eyes had already set their sights on the shouting Chen Hong. Unfortunately, Chen Hong was unaware of this, because this was not his domain; he was an outsider. In his perception, there were eyes watching him everywhere, and by rounding down, it was as if no eyes were watching him at all.

The observer in the darkness stared coldly at Chen Hong, not responding to her calls, because she had not been called upon.

"Damn it. What the hell is this woman doing, Your Holiness the Pope? Locking me in this dark room and not coming out to talk, what kind of riddle is she? Go play in the mud by yourself, I'm leaving!" Seeing that he couldn't get Bibi Dong to come out even after shouting himself hoarse, even Chen Hong, who was usually good-tempered, became a little impatient. So, after cursing and uttering a sentence, he prepared to directly enter the Black Lotus Soul Eye state and break away from the soul resonance state with that bastard Bibi Dong!

What kind of ridiculous spirit fusion is this? You can play with your own left and right hands! I'm not putting up with this anymore! Hmph!

Feeling a sense of unease deep inside, Chen Hong immediately decided to leave, but the next moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked at a certain place in the darkness.

creak

A door was pushed open, emitting a harsh, unpleasant groan, while at the same time, a sliver of light shone in from outside.

In that direction, a door opened, and a blazing yet chilling light shone in from outside, dispelling some of the darkness inside the small, dark room.

At this moment, Chen Hong realized that the small, dark room he was in was filled with smashed furniture, torn blankets, and scattered cosmetics. It seemed to be a woman's boudoir?

At the same time, with the help of the cold light shining in from outside the door, Chen Hong also saw a tall and upright figure standing outside the door.

Qian Xunji, the Douluo of the Secret Chamber, frowned. Looking at the man who had suddenly appeared in his chamber, he said coldly, "So it's you who's looking for me?"

For some reason, Qian Xunji's voice sounded incredibly cold to Chen Hong, like the whisper of the most evil god in the world, filled with an absurd sense of depravity.

"The Pope of the Spirit Hall?" Chen Hong turned his head to look at Qian Xunji, who was guarding the door, his brows furrowed.

What's going on here now?

The elegantly dressed Douluo Qian Xunji stepped forward, and the angelic power of light swept into the dark chamber. For some reason, in Chen Hong's perception, that light seemed to be a dark and decadent shadow!

No! Chen Hong instantly realized that it wasn't the power of the angels that was the shadow of darkness, but rather that his "perception" as a guest was being subjectively influenced by the true master of this place!

What he saw was what his master saw!

"That sickly good-for-nothing from the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, who was crippled by Haotian Douluo's hammer?" Chen Hong watched as Qian Xunji gradually entered, and the light illuminated the entire secret room as he entered.

At this moment, Chen Hong suddenly turned around and finally saw two terrifying-looking giant spiders in the innermost corner of the secret room, constantly hissing threateningly at Qian Xunji. Behind the spiders, he could vaguely see a trembling figure hiding behind them.

In an instant, Chen Hong understood the whole story.

Snapped!

Enraged, Qian Xunji slammed the iron gate shut, then saw Chen Hong suddenly grin and utter his lines:

"Welcome to Hell, Your Holiness."

(End of this chapter)