Douluo's spirit treasure Douluo

"boom!"

An earth-yellow palm print came over instantly, sending Wang Bing flying and pressed against the wall.

Then with a flash of body, Tuesday came to Wang Bing and grabbed his neck.

"Boy, what are you going to do?" A loud shout came, followed by a cold aura.

Tuesday held onto the struggling Wang Bing with his right hand and turned to look at the person who made the sound.

At the same time, a voice came from the side.

"Old Wang! This is Longhu Mountain. Both sides of the competition below have not lost their ability to fight. The competition is still going on. Please do not interfere with them."

The middle-aged Taoist referee narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Ai, and said in a deep voice.

Wang Ai's wrinkled old face was a little gloomy, with only a slit showing in his eyes, reflecting an icy cold light.

"Boy, we admit defeat."

Tuesday squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Wang Ai who was full of malice, and said with a cold snort.

"Old guy, am I competing with you?"

Wang Ai's face darkened, and he opened his narrowed eyes with a ferocious expression. He slammed down the crutch in his hand and shouted.

"boom!"

"Little bastard!..."

Before he finished his sentence, he was instantly awakened by a bone-chilling wave, and the ultimate murderous intent surged in, instantly making him feel as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

The words in his mouth were also directly interrupted, and bursts of black energy emerged from his body, resisting the cold and biting white murderous aura.

"Old man, there are rules in the game. If you want to interfere, I can play with you later!"

While saying these words on Tuesday, he was condensing his own God of Death domain.

Although the field of killing gods is not Tuesday's main training area, it has improved a lot over the years.

Looking at Wang Ai with a sullen face, holding the crutch tightly in his hand, standing there without speaking, just staring at himself.

Tuesday snorted coldly, glanced at the referee, and then turned to look at the Kingpin in his hand.

He, who was specially taken care of, was not in a coma at this time, but was struggling crazily.

At this time, everything around was very quiet, and the noisy audience also became quiet because of the realm of the God of Death.

Tuesday slowly took back the realm of the God of Death. The five fingers of his left hand were filled with colorful brilliance and pressed towards Wang Bing's head.

The audience in the arena also returned to normal at this time.

"Damn, what a terrifying murderous intention. What has this guy done?"

"He wouldn't have committed massacres on the African battlefield, right? Otherwise, how could he have such a huge murderous intention?"

"I don't think it looks like it. Even the murderous intention cannot reach this level. It should be the result of practice!"

Xu Si, who had been observing, looked at Tuesday below with some uncertainty in his heart.

"This should be a kind of training achievement! But if you want to practice it, you will probably have to go through a lot of killings. This guy is not a kind person!"

"Ahhhh!"

A cry of pain appeared from Tuesday's left hand, and a humanoid shadow was pulled out by Tuesday.

Wang Ai's face was furious, black energy rolled around his body, and the crutch in his hand was cracked. Just when he was about to roar, he heard a word from beside him.

"What are you doing on Tuesday? This Luotian Dajiao is just a competition, and no human life is allowed." The middle-aged Taoist priest said with a frown.

"Don't worry, I guarantee he will be fine." Tuesday said calmly.

But the movement in his hand did not stop. His right hand let go of Wang Bing's throat and stretched out towards the soul in his left hand with colorful brilliance.

The fingers glowing with colorful light pinched the edge of the soul and pulled it to the side, and something like a light-colored silk ribbon was pulled out.

I saw these radiant ribbons showing various scenes.

Tuesday's eyes instantly locked on a ribbon, and he squinted his eyes and observed quietly.

But Wang Ai, who had been trying hard to endure it, couldn't help but yelled when he saw this scene.

"What are you doing?"

"What to do?" Tuesday raised the corners of his mouth and said with a sneer.

"Of course he is doing the same thing as your father!" After saying this, Tuesday had already memorized all the generals.

"You are looking for the memory of General Ju Ling!"

Wang Ai's expression changed greatly, but when he saw Tuesday tuesday throwing back the radiant silk satin and pushing his soul towards Wang Bing's body, the anger in his heart surged uncontrollably.

Tuesday pushed the soul in his hand into Wang Bing's body. Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked at Tuesday in front of him. He let out a loud roar and the black energy from his body surged over.

"go to hell!"

"boom!"

Tuesday swung forward, and a huge ice-blue palm print flew forward, instantly shattering the black energy and covering Wang Bing directly on the wall.

"Damn it!" Wang Ai roared and appeared in the field in a flash.

The middle-aged Taoist priest next to him frowned when he saw this scene, but looked at Wang Bing who fell from the wall to the ground and spoke slowly.

"This game will be won on Tuesday. Unrelated personnel please leave the field quickly and do not stay in the field."

Wang Ai, who appeared on the field in an instant, ignored these words. His fierce eyes were blocked by his half-lidded eyelids. He glanced at Tuesday gently and walked towards his grandson.

Tuesday was already walking to the side. As for Wang Ai's fierce gaze, Tuesday didn't care much.

He kept walking to the side, leaving the competition venue directly and heading towards the Taoist temple.

There is nothing interesting to watch in the other games. The most important thing now is to study the generals.

Soon he returned to the Taoist temple, but he happened to meet two people.

Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye looked like they were ready to leave Longhu Mountain.

Tuesday stood quietly for a while, watching Zhuge Qing walk away and then move forward step by step.

Wang Ye had already noticed Tuesday. After talking to Zhuge Qing, he did not leave and just stood there waiting.

"How's it going? Do you have any trading ideas?" Tuesday looked at Wang Ye and said.

"Brother Zhou, I wonder if you can test the goods first? You must also understand the power of Fenghou Qimen, but what are the specific effects of the two soul bones you mentioned? I don't know." Wang Ye looked at Tuesday, said slowly.

"That's true. I can give you a piece first and let you sense it. However, after this thing is fused, it can only be taken out after death. If you don't agree to the deal after fusion, don't blame me!" Watch on Tuesday! The king also said.

Wang Ye didn't seem to have any reaction when he heard this, he just said very calmly.

"Brother Zhou, please wait here for a few days. Someone from Wudang Mountain will come to fuse a soul bone. Then just come to BJ to find me. I will hand over Fenghou Qimen to you." Wang Ye After finishing speaking, he took out a business card with a phone number and address on it.

Tuesday reached out to take the business card, put it into the pagoda space, and glanced at Wang Ye.

"This guy doesn't want to test the soul bone at all, he just wants to find a reason to give a piece of soul bone to Wudang Mountain!"