Douluo's opening send-off system

"Dong'er, I have never begged anyone. Today I want to beg you. Considering our past friendship, can you tell me the way to solve the mutual repulsion between twin martial souls?"

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's humiliating and compromising tone, Bibi Dong even laughed.

Seeing Bibi Dong smiling, Yu Xiaogang suddenly had a reluctant expression on his face and closed his eyes, looking as if he had suffered great humiliation.

My heart is constantly ecstatic, a woman is a woman, what if Bibi Dong becomes the Pope?

In the end it wasn't...

Before the last thought fully emerged in his mind, Yu Xiaogang lost all thoughts.

Boom!dong dong!

thump!

The head fell to the ground, bounced twice and rolled to the side, with that disgusting expression on his face.

The headless body fell to the ground.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's separated body, there was silence for a while, and the dark red blood flowed into a pool, before Bibi Dong said coldly: "I'm taking advantage of you."

She shouldn't have killed him just now. She should have had Yu Xiaogang's soul power abolished and then driven him out. Not only would she not kill him, but she should have protected him after he lost all his cultivation.

Doesn’t Yu Xiaogang hate it the most when people call him trash? Then let him live a good life with the identity of a waste, and live a life worse than death.

Unfortunately……

Looking at the body on the ground, she secretly felt an impulse. The pungent smell of blood filled her nostrils. Bibi Dong frowned slightly, stood up, took the scepter and left.

Returning to the room, he pushed open the screen to reveal a special pot of Blue Silver Grass. He lifted the barrier covering the potted Blue Silver Grass. He raised his hand and stroked the leaves of the Blue Silver Grass. He seemed to be asking about the Blue Silver Grass, but also seemed to be asking himself. .

"Do you know where he went?"

Han Wuyi had been away from Wuhun Hall for a long time. She didn't know if he knew anything, so she had to focus on the unexpected discovery she made while tracking Han Wuyi's whereabouts.

But after almost two years of watching, there has never been any news.

This made her very undecided. If she knew something, how could Han Wuyi not go find that person? If he didn't find anything, what did he want to do when he quietly established Quicksand?

Was she right or wrong in letting Han Wuyi have her own way?

"I hope you won't let her and Nana down."

Bibi Dong, who didn't want to be in pain, finally said melancholy.

Although she saved Han Wuyi with a kind thought in her heart, in order to eliminate Qian Daoliu's dissatisfaction with her and divert her hatred, Han Wuyi suffered everything she deliberately ignored and was instructed intentionally or unintentionally.

There has long been an irresolvable hatred between her and this disciple. At a young age, she knew how to be patient and pretend to be clever. She only had a nominal identity, but she could use it to the extreme. Even if she didn't have any real power, she could still give orders. Half of the elders of Wuhun Hall.

She didn't believe such a wise and demonic disciple. He didn't know that most of the suffering he suffered was caused by her deliberately.

With an innate soul power above level 30, how far could he reach in nearly ten years?

…………

Far North

This is a world that only belongs to ice and snow. As far as the eye can see, everything is white, no matter the mountains, rivers or trees.

But in a forest in the core area of ​​the Far North, there is a blue land.

It was a large piece of blue silver grass, swaying in the calm wind, and the snowflakes fell. Before they fell on the grass, the grass blades swayed, and suddenly they turned into a burst of white mist and dissipated.

There is a red "popsicle" next to the blue silver grass, about two feet and four inches long. A group of snow wolves are surrounding the popsicle and licking it continuously.

As he licked his tongue, the popsicle cut him into strips, and blood mixed with saliva dripped down. However, the wolves seemed not to notice any pain at all, and continued to lick the popsicle.

The blood dripped on the snow, melting the ice and snow, revealing a little bit of blue. They were blue silver grasses, which were constantly absorbing the blood of the wolves.

thump!

A snow wolf fell down, and its companion continued to lick the popsicle without turning to look at it.

After a while, another snow wolf fell down.

I wonder if bluesilver grass will grow rapidly in low temperature environments. In just a short while, the snow wolf that fell to the ground first had a bunch of bluesilver grass crawling on it.

As time went by, only one snow wolf was left standing and licking the popsicles. His body was already swaying and he could not stand firmly. This wolf still wanted to lick the popsicles, and his tongue was cut. There were only two or three strands of meat hanging, but it still refused to stop.

After finally opening its mouth for the last time, the snow wolf finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down. As soon as it fell, the blue silver grass that had only been slowly climbing up the snow wolf's body suddenly grew wildly. In just a few breaths, the wolf's body was completely covered by the blue silver grass. cover.

At this time, the popsicle appeared in another place, but it was still not far from the Bluesilver Grass.

A figure appeared next to the popsicle, holding a snow-white snake with a triangular head in his hand. He pinched the snake's body, pinched the snake's head, and pulled the snake's head toward the ground. Blood spurted out and poured on the snow.

When the snake blood was sprinkled, the snowflakes on the ground gathered together, caught the snake blood, and kept rubbing it, just like a pair of invisible hands kneading dough.

After kneading a ball of red snowball, he scattered the snowball on the popsicle, completely covering the popsicle into a real popsicle, and the figure disappeared.

After a while, a snow fox chased a snow rabbit and ran over. The snow rabbit plunged into the blue silver grass. The snow fox stopped and hesitated, then walked around the blue silver grass and saw the blood-red popsicles.

He looked at the popsicle, stretched out his tongue and licked it, his ice-colored eyes suddenly lit up, and he started licking it happily.

The snow rabbit stuck in the blue silver grass still turned into a mummy, and the roots of the blue silver grass were separated from its body.

In the center of the Bluesilver Grass, there was a huge pit below. There was a bonfire at the bottom of the pit, and a rabbit was being roasted on the fire.

A beautiful woman with blue hair and icy eyes was turning the rabbit meat seriously and attentively, and sitting opposite was a beautiful woman with white hair, dragging her cheeks and watching quietly.

"when are you going back?"

"tomorrow!"

The white-haired beauty lowered her eyes slightly and did not continue speaking. The blue-haired beauty also did not continue the conversation.

It seemed like both of them didn't talk much.

The next day, the blue-haired beauty walked out of the place covered by the blue silver grass with a complicated expression. She kept looking at the blood-red monster sword in her hand, with a dark and unclear look in her eyes.

The sword grid of the demonic long sword is covered with a dark red ring, with seven dark lines on it, adding a touch of mystery.

Leaving faint footprints on the snow step by step, Han Wuyi slowly left.

After he left, the bluesilver grass behind him slowly shrank. After Han Wuyi's figure completely disappeared, all the bluesilver grass disappeared immediately, revealing corpses everywhere.

There were sheep, horses, cows, elephants, and many unknown ones. The most common ones were the corpses of wolves and rabbits, which almost covered the ground, covering up the corpses of other spirit beasts.

In the middle of the pile of corpses was a large pit, with corpses scattered everywhere on the bottom of the pit. A crystal snowflake glowed with fluorescence and floated in the middle of the pit.

After leaving the Far North, Han Wuyi first went to Tianshui City, entered the Shui family, and handed a piece of ten thousand years of black ice marrow to Shui Linglong. Shui Linglong took it with great excitement, and hurriedly ran to retreat, letting Shui Linglong Shui Binger receives Han Wuyi.

"Why don't you prepare for the Soul Master Classic?"

"The five major element academies all have quotas for admission. Participating in the qualifiers is just a formality. It will be the same with or without me."

"Instead of wasting time there, it's better to come back and spend more time with my family. After all... I don't know if I will have another chance in the future."

Hearing Shui Bing'er's answer, Han Wuyi patted her shoulder, said, "Yes," and left.

Before he completely flipped the table, he had to meet someone.

A very important, yet insignificant person.

Returning to Lanba Academy, he directly entered the teaching area of ​​Tianzi Class. As soon as Pu appeared, he was noticed by several titled Douluo.

When he walked into the room where tasks were usually arranged, Mo Hanlian, Mu Qingyan, Leng Muwan, and Liu Erlong were already waiting for him.

"Son!"

Looking around, Mo Hanlian was level 92, with a martial spirit of steamed stuffed buns stuffed with chives. She had to be busy with various things every day without even touching the ground. It was really difficult for her to be promoted to a level in two years.

Liu Erlong is at level 90. It seems that she has just broken through and has not had time to hunt for the soul ring. Sure enough, the man has affected the speed of her cultivation.

Mu Qingyan, level ninety-seven, tsk! Even if there is an immortal grass to evolve the martial spirit due to inherent deficiencies, it can only be an early improvement, and it is a waste if it is unable to continue.

Leng Muwan is at level ninety-six. If I remember correctly, she is only thirty-seven this year, right? If he gives her some time and adds the inheritance location of the God's Mansion that he knows, maybe...

"On this trip, at the last minute, I successfully found the Mysterious Ice Essence of Ten Thousand Years. Our chances of winning in the Soul Master Classic have increased by one point."

As soon as Han Wuyi finished speaking, Liu Erlong frowned and said, "Young master, I don't know how many people we have here. We can't touch an egg with a stone!"

Liu Erlong's words caused the joy that had not appeared on the faces of several people to fade away immediately. They knew clearly that the people Liu Erlong was talking about did not refer to the specific number of them, but the number of top combat powers like Titled Douluo.

As the elders, Leng Muwan and Mu Qingyan were very aware of the situation in the Wuhun Palace. Not to mention the big enshrinement and the second enshrinement, the number of titled Douluo alone was not comparable to that of quicksand.

Han Wuyi, on the other hand, smiled coldly: "Of course I have thought about this. Mu Wan, please arrange for a reliable person to betray Quicksand and reveal the news to Qiandao that we will attack the Spirit Palace in the Spirit Master Elite Tournament. Liu that old immortal, you should know what to do next!"

Leng Muwan had been following Han Wuyi for a long time and naturally knew what Han Wuyi meant. She immediately nodded and left to complete what Han Wuyi told her.