Douluo: Summon the eight demons at the beginning

Chapter 117 Pope Qian Renxue

In the main hall square, everyone was frozen in place.

Everyone's shocked faces came into Ximu's eyes, but he didn't feel strange at all. Instead, he was very much looking forward to the next game.

"Jie Jie"

Ximu's excited laughter was very harsh and spread throughout the square, making people feel disgust and fear in their hearts.

After endless years, he can finally hold a ring competition again, and he must enjoy it this time.

"Hurry up, you two keep fighting for me!"

In the middle of the crowd, two men in their prime who were taller than everyone else caught everyone's attention.

One of the two has blond hair and blue eyes, and the other has black hair and black eyes. They exude the aura of a superior person.

Although their clothes were in tatters and their appearance was extremely embarrassing, no one would regard the two kneeling people as weak, because they were the kings of two forces.

They surrendered to evil demons in order to protect their subjects, and their backs stood out from the crowd and were respected.

Because of this, how could they agree to continue fighting?

The blond man had a tangled look on his face, and he firmly stepped forward and knelt down to look directly at Ximu: "But we only turned to you for the truce!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge strong wind blew him down and he fell in a panic among the crowd.

bang bang-

His body fell to the ground and was knocked back and forth several times, causing severe bone fractures. He gritted his teeth to endure the pain, and the muscles on his face kept twitching.

Ximu's cold eyes scanned the entire audience, not taking him seriously at all, and said coldly: "You ants, don't ruin my fun!"

"Fight for me!"

The hoarse, cold voice mixed with electronic sounds pierced everyone's fragile eardrums, and people couldn't help but cover their ears in pain.

The black-haired man had an ugly face. He was still holding back his will despite the waves of sound, and his body was kneeling straight.

He, Xu Tianming, the head of the Sun and Moon Empire, the 20th and seventh generation head of the Xu family, today turned to others due to unavoidable reasons.

Although he knelt down, his heart was still stubborn.

Ximu looked at the trembling humans below and couldn't help feeling disgusted.

Yep, he was indeed an ant. He couldn't bear the pressure, and the interest in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Forget it, since it's useless, let's kill it.

Ximu spread his wings, and the world seemed to also spread its wings. The feeling of tearing appeared on everyone, and the body seemed to be torn in half.

Everyone covered their necks in fear, their faces gradually became ferocious, blood flowed from the seven orifices, muscles were torn, and every inch of skin was covered with blood-red bloodshot eyes.

Until a "tearing" sound sounded.

The man's body was torn open from the middle, and his blood exploded like explosives, forming a magnificent blood flower.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

In the square, explosions continued to occur, and lives were lost one after another.

Xu Tianming's eyes trembled, he couldn't bear this hellish scene to continue, and he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

He took the initiative to find Ximu, with a pleading tone: "Master Demon, it is our honor to fight for you. Everyone was just too excited just now, please give us another chance!"

"Haha, do you think I am that fool from Zhongsu?"

Ximu lowered his head in disgust, looking at him as if he were a fool.

"Lord Demon, I'm telling you it's true, it's true!"

Ximu didn't believe the other party, but he suddenly thought of another interesting thing.

It's so boring to just hold an arena competition by yourself. It's interesting to have other people participate.

<divclass="contentadv">That guy from Curse Lan, Zhong Su, Holy Master, and Sao Feng all have servants.

"Jie Jie, it's a pity that their servants are ordinary goods and cannot compare to my army."

"At that time, I guess before I take any serious action, China and the Soviet Union will flip the table, hahaha!"

Ximu thought of the battle scenes in which the shadow ninjas brought their soul guides, those who destroyed the world and destroyed the earth, and were so brave that they were not afraid of death, and he felt very relieved.

There is no way he will lose.

He felt excited when he thought of China and the Soviet Union being furious.

Just as he said it, he flapped his wings and flew to the sky. The pressure dissipated and everyone could breathe a sigh of relief.

"You guys, hurry up and train me. When I come back, go up and fight and beat them."

Ximu's arrogant laughter spread across the sky, and it was indeed extremely cold to everyone in the square.

In the square, the small half of people who were lucky enough to be alive were lying in the blood, with a look of luck on their faces.

Xu Tianming rubbed his sore knees, stood up alone, and looked around with a complex expression. Blood flowed into a river, and corpses were everywhere.

No one wants to escape. After escaping, they will be caught again and life will be worse than death.

People whose bodies are stained by blood and water have no hope in their hearts. What will happen tomorrow no longer matters, as long as they can live one day at a time.

Ximu flew across the boundless ocean and returned to Douluo Continent, looking forward to the doorstep.

"What? Hold a group competition?" The Holy Lord didn't understand why he came up with this idea and looked at him in surprise.

After thinking for a long time, his eyes suddenly dawned, and he guessed that it was because of the influence of the ancient world on him.

In this way, other demons will be affected by the ancient world to some extent, so the memory light group he prepared before seems not to be needed.

After all, when the ancient world is completed, all demons will have ancient memories in their minds.

This just happened to be convenient for the Holy Master.

It's okay, then I won't program the memory light groups one by one, it's just right.

"How about Holy Lord, this will be our first arena match after our recovery. It will definitely be memorable." Ximu looked at the wall expectantly, waiting for his approval.

The Holy Master's eyes flashed red and he said hoarsely: "Okay Ximu, but you must ensure that other demons also participate, otherwise I will not participate."

"Jiejiejie, don't worry, Holy Master. If it weren't for the coordinates of the Devil's Gate, I would have wanted to release Basha and Dikui."

Ximu shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that the two of them will miss this arena competition."

"Go ahead, Ximu."

The Holy Lord sent him away, not wanting to waste time with him here.

When the time comes, he can just send someone to go through the motions.

Shadow Killer just happened to be making it, but I didn't expect it to be useful so quickly.

"Come out!"

The Holy Lord's hoarse voice fell, and four red figures walked out of the shadows of the secret room, their eyes empty and lifeless, like puppets.

"You all heard what I just said. This is the first task I give you. Don't let me down."

"Yes!" The four of them knelt on one knee respectfully, placing their foreheads on the palms of their hands.

When Ximu left the Wuhun Hall, two teams of ceremonial knights were walking into the hall with neat steps.

Today is the day for the Pope's coronation. Whether they are Wuhun Palace elders, bishops, or people in any other position, they all came to Wuhun City to congratulate their new Pope.