The sound of the flute falls on Douluo

Chapter 120

Xiao Mu died, pierced through the heart by Qian Daoliu's sword.

The three black holes before did not block Qian Daoliu's sword, and were directly pierced.

Looking at the gunpowder smoke rising in the city outside the hall, Qian Daoliu stepped out, and when he passed by Xiao Mu's body, he paused.

"Other people's things, after all, are other people's."

While Qian Daoliu had eliminated Xiao Mu, the battle at the Pope's Palace was drawing to a close.

At this time, the Pope's Palace had already been reduced to ruins, and now Bibi Dong was like a queen, looking down on the ruins below in mid-air.

In the pit of the ruins, a human-shaped golden toad was lying motionless on the ground.

"You really think my second martial spirit is just for fun?" Bibi Dong looked at the man on the ground contemptuously.

"Ahem!" The person at the bottom of the pit seemed to have heard Bibi Dong's words, and struggled to separate from the ground.

"You are really strong, stronger than I expected. But..."

While speaking, thick black air gushed out from his body, and a pair of scarlet eyes fixedly stared at Bibi Dong in mid-air.

"However, this is my real trump card! Heretic God! Jiang..."

"Hey~"

A sword light flashed, and a streak of blood appeared on the man's throat.

Then, his head slid to the ground before he could react.

"You can seek death if you want, but don't destroy my Spirit Hall again."

Qian Daoliu, who was dressed in a moon white robe, walked out from the gunpowder smoke, and looked at Bibi Dong who was slowly falling to the ground with a calm expression.

"Even if you don't intervene, I will kill him within the control range." Bibi Dong replied unconvinced.

But Qian Daoliu wasn't interested in arguing with her, so he walked past Bibi Dong and reminded, "Your two subordinates don't have your strength, yet you still have the mood to argue with me here."

"Boom!!!"

As if responding to Qian Daoliu's words, as a giant pillar hit the ground, an earthquake-like tremor quickly spread to the entire Wuhun City.

The Feng Mo Pillar was thrown down on Guiyue and Guiyue again, and the two of them showed their own abilities and dodged the attack again.

At this time, the two of them had already been forced into a panic by Sealing Demon Douluo, their aura was weak, and the soul power in their bodies was about to bottom out.

"I said, unless you can kill me, don't try to rescue Bibi Dong."

However, just as he finished speaking, a clear female voice sounded in the air.

"I don't need them to save me yet."

"How can it be so strong?!"

Xiao Huohuo, who was guarded by several soul saints, looked in horror at the flame giant who was slaughtering wantonly.

After the soul sages of one's side entered the purple mist, they lost contact directly, and after waiting for several times, they did not come out.

"It's obviously just a few soul masters, even if it's a martial soul fusion skill, it's impossible to be so heaven-defying."

The old man standing beside Xiao Huohuo looked solemnly at the purple mist in front of him.

He is the only Contra on Xiao Huohuo's side, and his existence is just a guarantee, an insurance to keep Xiao Huohuo in case of an accident.

It's just that no one thought that such a hole card would be used so early.

"Grandpa Huai, let's do it."

Seeing his subordinates being engulfed by the mist, Xiao Huohuo felt anxious.

Xiao Huai, Xiao Mu's younger brother, is not very talented. Before accepting the breath of the evil god, he was only a level 75 soul saint.

One must know that the clansmen of the same period as him are at least in the realm of Contra, which shows how mediocre his talent is.

Fortunately, he seized the opportunity Xiao Mu gave him, and turned the ambition in his heart into his own strength.

He crossed the tenth level in one fell swoop, not to mention reaching the 85th level, and also came with a very suitable soul ring as a surprise.

For this, he was very grateful to Xiao Mu, that's why he took on the task of protecting Xiao Huohuo's safety.

"Leave it to me, time cannot stand the delay."

Xiao Huai stepped forward with one step, Contra's aura was released completely, crushing towards Mo Fan and the others.

However, the main force of the battle, the Demon Lord and Yaomei, were not affected too much, and they still wantonly slaughtered the people brought by Xiao Huohuo.

Qin Mo and Liao Qianran left the battlefield early after receiving Mo Fan's reminder.

As for Mo Fan, he ignored his vain coercion.

The scene in front of him made Xiao Huai involuntarily surprised, and even doubted whether his own strength was real.

However, Mo Fan's reaction as if they were ignoring them somewhat annoyed Xiao Huai.

Without holding back his hands, all eight spirit rings were fully opened, and Xiao Huai rushed straight into the mist.

At the same time, in another battlefield, several titled Douluo from the Hall of Enshrinement were lying on top of the ruins in a state of embarrassment.

And on top of them, a person holding a book in his arms and surrounded by several skeleton demons was looking at the titled Douluo embedded in the ground with "compassion".

"I've said it all, my lord is merciful, as long as you are willing to take refuge in my lord, you will get rid of this pain."

The tone is compassionate, but unfortunately, the gradually distorted face can't be connected with compassion.

"Bah! You traitor! Thanks to the great priest trusting you so much, I didn't expect you to betray Wuhundian!"

At this time, Golden Crocodile Douluo was already drenched in blood, and his aura was already extremely weak.

Facing his questioning, the man just shook his head calmly.

"Where is the angel, I haven't seen it for so long, but my Lord is real! He is so powerful and majestic! He is simply the most perfect existence in this world!"

By the end, the man had fallen into complete madness.

The other Douluo wanted to speak out to refute, but they had already lost the strength to speak because they had breathed out more than breathed out, and could only watch a madman's "singing praises" helplessly.

"Angel gods are real, and they even passed down the throne."

"As the archbishop of the Wuhun Temple, you would easily betray your faith just because you haven't seen it before."

"Alonsa, you, damn it!"

The sound of "singing praises" stopped abruptly, and Alonsa's pious gaze instantly became sharper. He fixed his eyes on a figure, and watched a figure gradually approaching.

"I didn't betray the Wuhun Palace, it was the Wuhun Palace that betrayed me!" Alonsa's eyes glowed red, "The Pope of the Wuhun Palace actually let a husband-killing man be in charge, Qian Daoliu, who are you? Take care!"

However, Qian Daoliu who approached did not say anything to explain, and the angel sword had already appeared in his hand.

"It's useless to talk too much. Since you have chosen to betray, there is only one dead end."

Seeing Qian Daoliu's expression of not taking himself seriously, Aronsa was completely enraged.

"Go! Kill him!" Alonsa pointed at Qian Daoliu and roared loudly.

The skeleton demon beside him was ordered to rush towards Qian Daoliu.

(End of this chapter)