The original god in Douluo

Bibi Dong's super Douluo-level pressure instantly pressed down on the seriously injured man, and the man only felt a sweetness in his throat.

"Cough!" A mouthful of blood spat out from the man's mouth onto the grass instantly. He released his martial soul instantly, and the eight soul rings on the soles of his feet beat. He used all his remaining soul power to resist the pressure, which was like weighing tens of millions of kilograms. It usually presses hard on the man's head.

The man spit out another mouthful of blood, and the strong pressure made him unable to even raise his head. Seeing this, Situ Nanyuan quickly begged: "Your Majesty, please spare his life!"

Unexpectedly, Bibi Dong ignored Situ Nanyuan's intention at all. The seriously injured man finally couldn't withstand the pressure as powerful as a Super Douluo, and instantly fainted to the ground, his body trembling continuously.

When Bibi Dong saw the man fainting, he stopped releasing the pressure. He saw her slowly walking towards the direction of Belmod. The people from the Fengjian Sect hurriedly ran up to check the seriously injured man. Bibi Dong heard Without looking back, he said coldly to the people of Fengjian Sect:

"This is just a warning, get out of here, I don't want to see you again now."

Everyone in Fengjian Sect was so frightened that they didn't dare to say a word when they heard this. Some of them hurriedly ran away with the seriously injured man.

A group of soul masters, a total of twenty or so, left here in a hurry in less than a few blinks of an eye.

Belmode looked at Bibi Dong who was slowly walking towards him, his green eyes filled with complex expressions. Situ Nanyuan asked respectfully to Bibi Dong:

"His Majesty the Pope, my brother, how is he...?"

Bibi Dong glanced at Situ Nanyuan lightly and said calmly: "As long as he is treated in time, nothing will happen."

When Situ Nanyuan heard this, he couldn't help but feel complicated for some reason.

Bibi Dong turned to look at Belmod again, a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes. Bibi Dong opened her mouth slightly, but did not say anything.

Belmode was the first to speak: "Long time no see, you... have become the Pope." There was a hint of sigh and complexity in her tone.

Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I am the only pope on the continent today."

I heard Bibi Dong speak again: "You seem to have a son, right?"

Belmode was startled when he heard the words, then nodded, looking at Bibi Dong in front of him, listening to her words, Belmode recalled the scenes of getting along with Bibi Dong in his mind...

At that time, Bibi Dong was not the Pope. At the time when the girl's love was budding, Bibi Dong had bangs on her forehead, her soft and silky long hair was draped casually behind her shoulders, and her big burgundy eyes looked smart and bright. cute.

"Sister Jiu'er, if Xiaogang and I have a boy when we grow up, and you have a girl, let your daughter marry you, okay?"

Belmore smiled helplessly and said, "What if we all give birth to boys?"

Bibi Dong pouted, held her chin with one hand and said, "How about we have more children?"

……

Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes were slightly lowered, and her long and curled eyelashes looked particularly beautiful. Bibi Dong looked at the scepter in her hand again and said:

"Your son, I have sent the ghost elders to rescue him, don't worry."

Both Belmod and his wife were stunned when they heard this, but Situ Nanyuan began to think secretly. There were various signs that his wife actually knew the Pope!Why has she never told herself...

……

On the other side, the four of Di Tian were sitting in the tavern. Two hours had passed and Zhongli had not woken up. At this time, he was lying in Situ Chiyi's room. Xiaoya was sitting by the bed taking care of Zhongli. Instead, Situ Chi woke up first, and Di Tian sat at the wine table and looked out the window quietly, as if waiting for something.

When Situ Chiyi woke up, he stared at Di Tian's back closely, because he could clearly feel that this person was extraordinary, completely extraordinary. Just looking at him from a distance, it felt like he was looking at a terrifying figure. To an unimaginable existence.

But all of a sudden.

"boom!"

A black figure instantly broke through the stone wall of the tavern. The figure was surrounded by thick black fog, making people look down on its face.

Di Tian slowly turned around, looking at the black figure with golden eyes indifferently, and the black mist slowly dissipated.

Looking along the line of sight, it was a man. He was dressed in black armor, with medium-long black hair hanging behind his head. There were many lines on his face, making it difficult to see his true appearance. His temperament gave people A very eerie feeling.

I heard the man say to Di Tian in a hoarse voice: "Are you from Fengjian Sect? I advise you to hand over that brat, otherwise, you will die!"

Upon hearing this, Di Tian first smiled coldly, and then said in a cold voice with disdain: "Human, you are not worthy of talking to me as an equal."

The man frowned when he heard this, and said coldly: "How dare you stop Wuhun Palace from doing something!"

When Di Tian heard the man's words, he groped his chin. After thinking for a moment, he said with a playful smile: "Martial Soul Palace, I seem to have heard of it before. Oh, yes, I remember. You, the Spirit Palace, seemed to claim to be the best in the world before. power?"

The man heard this and shouted coldly: "Don't be ignorant of good and evil, you are just a mere Fengjian Sect!"

Di Tian said disdainfully: "Fengjian Sect? When did I say that I am from Fengjian Sect?"

The man was stunned when he heard this, and then huge black dragon wings appeared from Di Tian's back, and a pair of eyes also changed into dragon-like vertical pupils, and an unimaginable sense of oppression was released from Di Tian's body.

The man opposite him suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and goosebumps on his body.

The man's dark eyes suddenly became extremely focused. This sense of oppression...

He had only felt it in the person of the great priest whom he had only met once. He had also heard that the great priest was a level 99 peerless Douluo. How could he possibly feel this kind of oppression? Compared with the oppressive feeling brought by that big worshipper.

This is absolutely impossible!

How could the man in front of him be such a terrifying existence!

I saw a total of nine soul rings flashing on the man's body. His body was once again shrouded in black mist. A pair of purple-black bat wings grew out of the man's back. The colors of the soul rings on the soles of his feet were yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black. , black, black, black!

That man turned out to be a Titled Douluo, and both of them used their soul power to suppress each other. However, in less than a blink of an eye, Ditian's soul power, as huge as the sea, instantly overwhelmed the Titled Douluo.

The titled Douluo fell to his knees in an instant and coughed several times in succession. He felt the pressure of Pang Bo's soul power slowly withdrawing, and said in disbelief: "Who are you, senior? Why do you want to stop my martial spirit?" The palace is doing things..."

Di Tian smiled when he heard this and said calmly: "Human, this is the attitude you should have towards me."

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