Douluo's first sword

everything is over……

Bibi Dong sighed quietly, and her eyes returned to indifference and determination again!

The majestic Wuhun Palace is like sinking into a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

The noble and cold His Majesty the Pope, who has the most power in the world, seems so lonely and lonely at this moment.

"Your Majesty the Pope."

A Templar knight walked up to the main hall and said respectfully: "Mu Hong... wake up!"

Her beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth raised a dangerous arc. She slapped the handrail with her jade palm, and with a "sudden" sound, the figure mysteriously disappeared from the main hall.

The Pope's Palace, an underground chamber!

The secret room was empty except for an ice coffin.

Lying in the ice coffin was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was missing a right arm. The fracture was very neat, as if it had been cut off by a human being. There was a three-inch long knife incision on his chest, which went straight through the heart and flowed out. A large amount of blood had already solidified and was completely frozen under the erosion of frost.

This man's face was pale, his pupils were dilated, and he had long lost his pulse and vitality.

All signs point to it.

This is a dead man!

"Crack—bang!"

There was a sound of ice breaking.

The middle-aged man's fingers suddenly trembled, and a burst of blazing golden light erupted from his body, shattering the ice coffin and causing endless ice fragments to scatter on the ground.

"Huchi~huchi~!"

He sat up abruptly, breathing heavily, his face full of panic, as if he had not recovered from the fear of death in the past.

"Mu Hong!"

Bibi Dong teleported to the secret room and looked at the middle-aged man who had come back to life. Even as a pope, she couldn't help showing a shocked expression and sighed: "What a wonderful "Turtle Breath Technique". After two years of slumber, you actually came back to life!"

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

Seeing Bibi Dong's arrival, Mu Hong was extremely shocked. He quickly stood up and wanted to salute the Pope. However, because he had been sleeping for too long, he just woke up and his hands and feet were still not in control. Before he could stand up, his body tilted and he fell heavily. on the ground.

"Okay Mu Hong, you survived the catastrophe, no need to be polite!"

Bibi Dong smiled slightly, raised her jade hand, and released a soft light of soul power, gently lifting Mu Hong up from the ground.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Pope!"

Mu Hong sat on the ground, gasped violently, and said: "It was so dangerous, so dangerous, I almost died. Fortunately, my Xuanwu Martial Spirit was born with the "Turtle Breath Technique", which can make people who are on the verge of death I entered a state of suspended animation and was 50% immune to injuries. However, even so, the injuries I suffered were too serious. It took me two years of sleeping to repair my injuries. I almost couldn't even use the Turtle Breathing Technique to save me. !”

"Haha, but it seems that even though you narrowly escaped death, you were also a blessing in disguise. Your soul power seems to have increased a lot..."

Bibi Dong narrowed her beautiful eyes and clearly understood Mu Hong's strength. Mu Hong was just a soul king two years ago. Now he has been resurrected from the dead, and his skill has greatly increased. The soul power in his meridians is extremely strong. Bibi Dong It seems that one can hear the powerful soul power roaring like a tsunami.

The soul power in Mu Hong's body now is probably no less than level 70!

"Everything is thanks to Your Majesty's great kindness!"

Mu Hong's strength has greatly increased, but he does not dare to make any mistakes in front of Bibi Dong, because he understands how powerful the woman in front of him is. Even if he improves another twenty levels on the current basis, she will be easily defeated by the latter. Instant kill.

He said respectfully: "If His Majesty the Pope hadn't seen through my Turtle Breathing Technique at a glance and had my body disposed of, but carefully stored it, I'm afraid my body would have been gone long ago. What's more, Don’t talk about coming back from the dead.”

Although the Turtle Breath Technique is infinitely sophisticated and allows him to avoid fatal injuries with a 50% damage-free effect, it is not an invincible resurrection skill, but has great limitations.

If the corpse is seriously damaged, such as being dismembered or severely corroded by insects, even if he has mastered the Turtle Breathing Technique, he will definitely die.

Because of this Turtle Breath Technique, the first condition for resurrection is that the body must be kept intact. If a head is missing, the body is broken in two, etc., there is still only one way to die, and even the Great Luo Immortal cannot save him.

However, as the saying goes, misfortunes depend on blessings, and blessings depend on disasters. Mu Hong relied on the Turtle Breathing Technique to come back from the dead, and his strength also increased more than ten times, which was like nirvana and rebirth.

"Haha, Mu Hong, you don't have to be too modest. Your turtle breath technique is really exquisite. Even I am amazed."

Bibi Dong stood with her hands behind her back, glanced at Mu Hong, and said thoughtfully: "The fluctuations in soul power are very strong. Your current soul power must have reached level 70. As long as you get the soul ring, you will be a The Soul Saint is strong!"

"Exactly."

Mu Hong nodded, and couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy in his heart. That was the realm of the Soul Saint. In the past, he could only look up to and yearn for it. Even if he tried his best throughout his life, he might not reach this mysterious realm.

Now he is resurrected from the dead, his soul power has skyrocketed, and he has reached level 70 in one fell swoop. As long as he goes to the Soul Beast Forest to absorb two soul rings, he will become a powerful Soul Saint.

Thinking of this, Mu Hong was very excited.

"Very good, our Wuhun Palace will have another strong soul saint."

Bibi Dong smiled faintly, then her expression suddenly became serious, and said: "Mu Hong, listen, you are now the new Platinum Bishop of my Spirit Hall!"

"Bishop Platinum?!"

Hearing this, Mu Hong stared with disbelief on his face. He was originally just a small deacon in the Wuhun Hall, and he was an insignificant figure in the powerful Wuhun Hall.

The platinum bishop of Wuhun Palace is the highest position below the Pope. One person is less than ten thousand people. He enjoys supreme authority. Even the emperors of the two empires must treat him with courtesy and dare not show any disrespect.

Mu Hong was lucky enough to be resurrected. Not only did his strength surge, but he was also promoted to a platinum bishop.

This is truly a double blessing, reaching heaven in one step!

"Thank you, His Majesty the Pope, for your great kindness. Mu Hongwan will never be able to repay it with his death!"

Mu Hong fell to his knees with a "pop" and gave Bibi Dong a hard kowtow.

"Ok!"

Bibi Dong nodded, very satisfied with Mu Hong's reaction. What she needed was the absolute loyalty of her subordinates. Mu Hong came back from the dead through the Turtle Breathing Technique, and his future potential is endless.

"Okay, no more polite words!"

Bibi Dong waved her hand, her pretty face suddenly turned serious, she frowned and stared at Mu Hong, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me, what exactly happened that day, and who killed Blood Douluo and you, The traitor Luo Xuanchen?!"

"Yes and no!"

Mu Hong's eyes were filled with memories, and he said solemnly: "I want to inform His Majesty the Pope that Master Blood Douluo was indeed killed by the traitor Luo Xuanchen with one knife, but there were others among me who were killed by a young boy! "

Thinking of the indifferent young man, Mu Hong couldn't help but shudder coldly. He couldn't shake off the fear of death. He could vaguely remember the emotionless eyes of the young man when he stabbed his heart with a knife.

Indifferent, cruel, and murderous!

"A boy?!"

Hearing this, Bibi Dong couldn't help but look shocked. She was even more surprised and surprised that Luo Xuanchen killed Blood Douluo because she sensed a potential threat.

Ever since Luo Xuanchen, who had a useless martial spirit, broke through to the title realm, he had washed away his former useless status and became a famous Sword Douluo on the mainland. At his most famous time, he even surpassed Haotian Douluo!

Therefore, Luo Xuanchen killed Blood Douluo, which was acceptable to Bibi Dong.

But a young boy killed more than a dozen Wuhun Palace masters, including Soul King Mu Hong. What a terrifying talent this was. Bibi Dong was a little shocked. She suspected that this boy was Luo Xuanchen's disciple and would definitely be the future Wuhun Master. The number one enemy of the palace.

"Do you know who that boy is?" Bibi Dong said in a deep voice.

"I don't know, but he looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he already has the powerful ability to kill the Soul King. I think he is by no means an ordinary person. He must be very famous on the mainland now!" Mu Hong explained.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, you can kill the Soul King!

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly shrank and she murmured: "Could it be that boy..."

She now has two must-kill lists on her hands, both of which are unique geniuses. Among them, the one with stronger combat power and greater suspicion must be Fang Xuan from Tiandou Academy!

If it is really Fang Xuan, then he must be completely eliminated no matter what, because he is not only the prince of the Tiandou Empire, but also the traitor of Wuhun Palace and the disciple of Luo Xuanchen!

Bibi Dong felt a strong threat, stared at Mu Hong coldly, and said, "If you meet that kid again, will you... still recognize him?"

"can!"

A trace of resentment appeared in Mu Hong's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I will never forget that face in my life..."