Douluo's Beginning Blue Silver Emperor, Son of the Spirit Hall

"Where is this?"

A pair of confused eyes opened in the dark space.

He thought about it and remembered that he was watching the episode of "Naruto" where Madara was kicked by Emperor Kai.

"I seemed too excited, like a punch..."

Bibiyi's mouth twitched, he remembered!

He punched the computer screen and then felt a sour feeling...

and then...

"That's right! Where is this? Why is it so dark? Huh?"

Bibiyi moved and found that he was wrapped in something, and then there was a sound.

"Ayin~"

"Hao, take our children and leave quickly!"

"No! Ah Yin..."

"..."

Bibi Yi was slightly startled when he heard the intermittent sounds coming into his ears.

Silver?

Hao?

It sounds familiar. Could it be that I traveled to Douluo Continent?

"I want you to die!"

Then there was another heartbreaking roar, but unfortunately he was wrapped in something and couldn't see anything.

Then, a wave of sleep came over him and forced him to sleep.

Before falling asleep, he heard an explosion.

after an hour.

A middle-aged man who looked like a beggar was holding a little baby, his eyes were filled with fierceness.

This middle-aged man is Tang Hao, and he is shouting to the sky with a vicious look on his face:

"Give me back my child!"

"Give it back to you? Ahem~"

A middle-aged man who was born with six wings said sarcastically while coughing up blood:

"Impossible! Even if I kill him, I won't give him to you!"

He glanced at the beautiful woman next to him with a satisfied look on his face.

This beautiful lady has a broken peak, as you will know if you have read the original work.

He is the elder of Wuhun Palace, Juhuaguan.

Because Juhuaguan had been holding the child, he did not attack Tang Hao fiercely.

There is another person next to Juhuaguan, and the person with the black energy on his body is also the elder of Wuhun Hall, an old ghost.

"asshole!"

Tang Hao glanced at the baby in his arms, felt his physical condition, and gritted his teeth.

Now he has exploded two soul rings, and there is still a 10-year-old soul ring that has not been exploded yet.

Thinking about the stakes, he could only retreat with the baby in his arms.

"Chase……"

When the middle-aged man with six wings on his back saw Tang Hao leaving, he wanted to catch up, but his body had reached its limit.

The next moment, the six wings behind him disappeared, and the middle-aged man without six wings began to fall from the sky.

"His Majesty the Pope!"

The old ghost quickly stepped forward to catch the seriously injured Qian Xunji.

Juhuaguan came to Qianxunji holding another baby, A Yin's son.

"Your Majesty the Pope, are you okay?"

Qian Xunji reluctantly shook his head and looked at the baby in the care of the chrysanthemum.

He raised his hand to kill the little baby in order to avenge Tang Hao for seriously injuring himself.

Juhuaguan and Laogui couldn't bear seeing this, and felt that Qian Xunji was too cruel.

Just when Qian Xunji was about to pinch the baby's neck, he withdrew his hand again.

"Cough cough~"

Juhuaguan looked at Qianxunji who kept coughing up blood, his eyes flashed, and he said quickly:

"Your Majesty the Pope, let's take this little baby back!"

When Qianxunji heard this, he glared at Juhuaguan fiercely.

He saw that Ju Huaguan was soft-hearted, so he wanted to kill the little baby even more.

Juhuaguan quickly explained without waiting for Qian Xunji to speak:

"His Majesty the Pope, please calm down. Please let me explain the reason slowly."

"Say! Ahem~"

Qian Xunji coughed up some blood again, and the old ghost quickly used his soul power to help him adjust his breathing.

Seeing that Qian Xunji agreed, Juhuaguan felt happy and continued to explain:

"If we kill Tang Hao's son like this, we won't be able to forgive our hatred. Otherwise, we will kill him in front of Tang Hao later..."

Qianxunji nodded in agreement upon hearing this, and his eyes changed from "unpleasant" to "this subordinate is good."

If he could speak now, he would definitely say to Juhuaguan: Well done!

"Your Majesty the Pope, your injury is too serious now, let's go back to the Spirit Hall first!"

The old ghost frowned at this time. Qian Xunji's injury was so serious that he couldn't stop saying "Oh".

Qian Xunji opened his mouth and took another mouthful of red thousand-year-old phlegm, and could only nod helplessly.

Two months after returning to Wuhun Hall, news of Qian Xunji's death suddenly came out.

The cause of death was that he suffered severe injuries that were difficult to recover from, and he eventually died.

There was no unnecessary information from the Wuhun Palace, and Bibi Dong ascended to the throne within a few days.

The night after Bibi Dong came to power, in her boudoir.

Bibi Dong is dressed like a pope, with an oval face, hair tied up, noble, serious, and smooth skin.

There were two other people in front of her, Lao Gui and Ju Huaguan.

Juhuaguan's hands were hidden in his sleeves and squeezed tightly.

"Did someone bring it?"

Ju Huaguan's whole body trembled, somewhat reluctantly.

Although Bibi Dong has not yet completely mastered Wuhun Palace, Bibi Dong has the support of Qian Daoliu, the great elder of Wuhun Palace.

At this time, Qian Daoliu didn't know that Bibi Dong was the culprit who killed his son.

"Go back to His Majesty the Pope and bring it."

A young and beautiful woman walked in with a baby in her hands.

Bibi Dong stood up and walked to the baby, gently stroking the baby's tender face with her hand.

"I remember, he doesn't have a name yet, right."

"Yes."

Lao Gui and Ju Hua Guan looked at each other with doubts on their faces.

"From now on, he will be called Bibi Yi, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace!"