Douluo's opening send-off system

"Don Lai, you should know the consequences of a broken martial spirit, right? Don't make the same mistake again and again!"

Seeing the Bluesilver Grass in Bibi Dong's hand, countless people were shocked.

What did they just hear? n

That's Han Wuyi's martial spirit!

Shouldn't the soul master's martial soul be hidden in the soul master's body? How could it be caught in the hands of another person.

Hidden in the dark, Qian Renxue covered her conscience, her eyes filled with tears, wondering what she was thinking.

Some of the melon seed-crackers twitched their mouths at the same time. No wonder they turned against you and pulled the martial spirit out of their bodies. If they don't turn against you, they will become fools.

Ning Fengzhi quietly glanced at Chen Xin. Chen Xin nodded and with a murderous move, he went towards Bibi Dong. Bibi Dong, who had been guarding him for a long time, directly blocked the blue silver grass in front of him, preventing him from doing so. Don't hold it back again.

At the same time, Gu Rong's bone dragon also rushed towards Bibi Dong's back, and the space around the Blue Silver Grass squirmed. This was the ability of Gu Rong's martial spirit, and he planned to steal it covertly if it failed.

But it didn't stop there. He had been knocked down by the unruly Hu Yanzhen, and the bone dragon was knocked away by the mammoth.

Aren’t all soul masters fighting souls? Why did you just get started without following the rules?

He rolled over and pinned Hu Yanzhen underneath him, pulled away the hand that was strangling his neck, and hit Hu Yanzhen on the left eye socket with an elbow, causing blood to splash everywhere...

"The consequences? I don't know and I don't want to know, but I do want to know, teacher, if you threatened me with my martial spirit, didn't you consider that I gave my martial spirit to you on purpose?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the bluesilver grass in Bibi Dong's hand began to swell and burst the flower pot. Bibi Dong hurriedly threw it out, but the bluesilver grass scratched her palm, and the bones were visible.

The bluesilver grass had grown completely before it even hit the ground. It was taller than the Pope's Palace, like a towering ancient tree.

"how can that be!!!"

"Who is it? He released the illusion at this time and didn't release it immediately!"

"..."

Seeing Bluesilver Grass, no! It should be said that after the soul ring on the Blue Silver Emperor, everyone was shocked, and there were shouts of doubt everywhere.

Black, black, black, red, red, red, red, four black and five red, this configuration is simply appalling. You must know that the only known owners of a hundred thousand year soul ring on the entire continent are Bibi Dong, Tang Hao, and Shang Shang. There are only five people in the Three Mountains of this era, and only one person can own one. Now there is actually one person who has a hundred thousand year soul ring in total that is the number of the five of them combined.

Moreover, theoretically, the limit that a soul master's first soul ring can withstand is 432 years. This is not scientific at all!

A certain swordsman with a wooden sword couldn't help but want to go up to help. He looked at the purple, purple and black soul rings on the sword, and decisively turned it back. Before he could return to his original position, there was a bang. Another hole was opened in the spectator seats.

A figure flew out and smashed into the field. It twitched a few times and became silent. A charming figure walked out of the hole. Eight soul rings of yellow, purple, black, black, and black were spinning under its feet. A huge pink rabbit behind it pushed the broken figure into the ground again. The hole was squeezed open a little, and a few unlucky people fell into this layer from above.

Xiao Wu looked around and imitated Han Wuyi and said in a very indifferent tone: "I am invincible below the title. If you are not afraid of death, just come!"

Her cute face said these extremely cold and domineering words, which was undoubtedly a contrasting cuteness that made people want to pull her little face and bully her.

As a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast, Xiao Wu doesn't need to practice anything at all. When the time comes, he will naturally be able to condense the soul ring. Only when he reaches the soul saint cultivation level does he need to worry about training.

But if you can't stand someone who always talks about spicy rabbit heads, your cultivation level will naturally rise.

The transformation of the soul beast into a new form and the formation of a soul ring are, in the final analysis, just a matter of embodying the previous cultivation to the limit that it can exert at that time.

then

Under the threat of someone's death, Xiao Wu, who had just become the Soul King, had to worry about the soul ring. When he became the Soul Emperor, he returned home and took his two younger brothers to fight with a certain Gale Demon who had cultivated for 60,000 years. After the wolf talked about the "reason", the soul ring was found.

Xiao Wu doesn't feel any burden about this. Although they are both soul beasts, their races are different! Creatures like wolves eat everything. Maybe many of her kind are eaten by them. Is she avenging her kind?

I wonder if someone knew about this, so he gave her a fruit with a strong smell of blood, and then she took her little brother to find reason with the unlucky guy...

In just one and a half months, she reached level 82, and her eighth spirit ring was the Nine Dragon Viper that was more than 93,000 years old, so she just said those words.

The person who was kicked to death by her was ordered by Qian Renxue to kidnap Ning Rongrong when others were unprepared...

Seeing the combination of soul rings at Xiao Wu's feet, although not as shocking as Han Wuyi's, but still extremely exaggerated, Qiandao Liuqi's beard straightened.

This is the genius that should belong to his Spirit Hall!

"Ghost Leopard! Falcon! You two traitors, get out and die!"

Boo!

Roar!

A huge fire falcon soars into the sky, scorching the earth like a small sun.

A huge ghost leopard tore apart another piece of the broken viewing platform and came out. The terrifying auras of the two people rippled through the entire venue, making people breathless.

A mocking smile appeared on Qian Daoliu's lips, "Is this your confidence? Just a ninety-seventh level and a ninety-sixth level titled Douluo, you want to go against me?"

Ding!

A flash of blue light struck, Qian Daoliu raised his sword to block it, then drew a certain distance in the air and stopped, with a solemn look in his eyes.

"This is my confidence!"

Han Wuyi put away the Blue Silver Overlord Gun and replaced it with several blue leaves flying up and down on his right wrist.

Before he finished speaking, the man came up to Qian Daoliu and raised his hand to cut off a few leaves to form a sword. Qian Daoliu raised his sword to block. There was a clang sound as one leaf was blocked, and the other leaves were cut off and passed around him. The sword sliced ​​through the shoulder and pierced the wings.

"what!"

With a cry of pain, Qian Daoliu kicked him forward, but Han Wuyi crossed his elbows to block him and used his strength to retreat. A few leaves that flew out with a move of his hand flew back and lingered around him. .

He waved the kernel again, and the leaves turned from a few leaves into a long whip and whipped it towards Qiandaoliu.

"Angel's Judgment!"

With the activation of the Thousand Soul Flowing Skills, Han Wuyi's long whip was shattered. Han Wuyi could only summon the Blue Silver Overlord Spear to block, but was directly repelled.

The scattered leaves flew towards Qiandaoliu like drops of rain, and several leaves that flew behind Qiandaoliu also made twists and turns.

Angel Holy Glory!

The golden light shone, turning all the leaves into fly ash. A spear broke through the golden light and pointed directly at the throat. He slashed it open with a sword. Han Wuyi turned around and stabbed again, still pointing directly at the throat.

"what!"

The aura of a peerless Douluo exploded with all his strength, sending Han Wuyi flying out and landing on the viewing platform. His hand quickly touched the corner of his mouth and wiped it on the wall behind him.

As expected of a peerless Douluo, he still took it for granted.

"It's an annoying trick. If this is your strength, then you can die in peace."

At this moment, Qian Daoliu fully demonstrated the strength of a powerful demigod. Under his pressure, those below the Titled Douluo seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. Although the lower-level Titled Douluo were not so unbearable, they still had chest tightness and shortness of breath.

"Haha! Qian Daoliu, don't you think that there are only a few people around me?"

"Oh? Do you have any accomplices? Then call them out quickly! After all, it's too hard for me to find them one by one!"

Seeing that Han Wuyi was still laughing, Qian Daoliu laughed mockingly again. He wanted to know what Han Wuyi's expression would be like when he knew what he was planning to do and all the quicksand killers were dead.

Han Wuyi put away his gun and sat back. The blue silver grass quickly gathered at his feet to form a throne for him to sit down.

He placed one hand on the armrest to support his head, raised his feet and pushed on the armrest on the other side, put his hands on his knees, and half lay down on it, with a lazy and attractive posture.

"let's start!"

As Han Wuyi finished speaking, several knights in front of the Pope's Palace suddenly drew their swords and chopped down the people around them.

A flash of displeasure flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes, what does this golden crocodile do for food, and he actually let people sneak in.

but--

"Hahahaha... Ling Donglai, do you want to laugh me to death? This is what you call relying on? This is you..."

Qian Daoliu pointed at the few knights who stood back to their original positions as if nothing had happened after killing the people around them. He held his stomach and laughed exaggeratedly. After that, he could not laugh again.

"Quicksand people, see the leader!"

"Quick Sand Flag Officer, see the leader!"

"Hundred households on quicksand, see the leader!"

"Quicksand people, see the leader!"

"Quicksand people, see the leader!"

"..."

There were calls to see the leader one after another, with various professional titles mixed in one after another. In the end, it turned out to be the leader.

The sound was so loud and powerful that it almost lifted the roof of the Pope's Palace.

Qian Daoliu slowly turned around in the air, looking at the 90% of the people in the spectator seats who were kneeling and shouting, the dozens of familiar figures on the top of the Pope's Palace, and the people kneeling in the aisles of the Pope's Palace. People shouting, corpses in every corner,

There were also loud shouts and fires from far and near in Wuhun City, which only made my throat feel itchy.

Bibi Dong looked at the people who were bowing down one by one, listening to the deafening sound in her ears, with a confused and complicated look on her face.

At this time, Han Wuyi raised his hand and pressed down, and everyone in Liusha suddenly became quiet. The voices of participants came from near to far, and slowly the entire Wuhun City returned to calm.

Han Wuyi looked directly at Qiandaoliu calmly, his thin lips parted slightly, "Qiandaoliu, you broke into my quicksand alone, and even sat on the throne of worship. What do you want?"

"you!"

Qian Daoliu pointed at Han Wuyi with a trembling hand. He was so angry that he couldn't speak. He spurted out a mouthful of old blood and fell straight from the air. The blue silver grass on the ground quickly dispersed.

boom!

When the heavy object fell to the ground, it was wrapped in blue silver grass before the dust started to rise. If it is not dead, it can be used as a power bank.

Sensing the message sent back by the Blue Silver Grass, Han Wuyi silently gave the order.

At the same time, he turned to look at Bibi Dong and chuckled: "I wonder if the teacher will do it yourself or let the disciples help you?"