Douluo: The God of Death returns, shocking Ning Rongrong at the beginning

Chenchuan looked at Bibi Dong in front of him and said calmly: "Bibi Dong is worthy of being a ninety-eighth-level titled Douluo. He is really powerful. If you had not deliberately cultivated the second martial spirit, maybe you would have exceeded ninety-eighth level now." It’s level nine.”

Bibi Dong stared at Chenchuan in awe. The endless aura of death spread from around her body, and the strong corrosiveness corroded a huge pit on the ground.

"You're not bad either. With such tyrannical power, you are worthy of being the grandson of Kendo Chenxin. You are much better than your good-for-nothing grandpa. Of course, your great-grandfather is also a good-for-nothing."

"I shouldn't have allowed the Seven Kills Sword lineage to live in this world in the first place. Now a genius like you has appeared. It's really incredible."

Bibi Dong said coldly, and his words were full of ridicule and sarcasm towards the Seven Killing Sword lineage.

Chenchuan didn't have any expression, nor was he irritated by Bibi Dong's words. Everything was just fate.

The Seven Killing Sword was raised high, the long blood-red dragon rose from the ground, and the deafening roar of dragons and tigers resounded throughout the entire Wuhun City.

Because the sound and momentum were too huge, countless powerful men from Wuhun Palace rushed out.

"This amazing deterrent force, could it be..."

"The best attacking weapon in the world, Wuhun, the Seven Killing Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo also ran out, looked at the sky a hundred miles away, looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and flew quickly towards Chenchuan's location.

Countless titled Douluo from Wuhun Palace followed closely behind. They wanted to see who was so bold and dared to attack near Wuhun Palace. They simply didn't take them seriously.

Chenchuan glanced at the position behind him, and then said calmly: "Let's go on. I believe the Pope's strength should be far more than this."

"Left leg soul bone skill, if you don't think about yourself, how can there be no one else? Come out, mourner, double mirror coffin!"

Suddenly, space stopped.

A cold voice suddenly gathered from all directions, and two special coffins appeared in the air at the same time.

"I said nothing to the flowers on the coffin, saying that there is no separation between yin and yang, but I have been thinking about it for thousands of years. Now I dance at the funeral ceremony, laugh at the red candles together, and the ghost marriage is done!"

As two corpses in gorgeous robes appeared in front of Bibi Dong's clone, Chenchuan's eyes turned blood red, and immediately his hands danced rapidly, directly covering Bibi Dong's clone.

"It's done, let's get together!"

"How can this be!"

Bibi Dong had no time to control her body. She looked at the suspended glass around her body and realized the seriousness of the matter. She immediately yelled: "No, do it!"

"It's too late, funeral!"

There was a startling sound.

The crystal coffin exploded instantly, along with the so-called Pope Bibi Dong's clone.

The clone was destroyed, and Bibi Dong was immediately severely injured. Her body hit the ground like a kite with its string broken, and she spat out a mouthful of red blood. Her whole body looked particularly embarrassed.

"Damn Chenchuan!"

Bibi Dong shouted at the top of his lungs.

"The Soul-Eating Spider Emperor's sixth soul skill, the Space-Tearing Abyss Slash!"

This time, Bibi Dong directly released his Soul-Eating Spider Emperor's sixth soul skill, and in an instant, the hundred-thousand-year-old soul ring quietly lit up.

Bibi Dong, who originally didn't want to use it, had no choice but to do so, otherwise the opponent would definitely rely on the gap between the soul ring and the soul bone to suppress her.

As an endless wave of air roared in, the energy in the sky was torn apart directly. The powerful air wave caused the surrounding aura to be completely blocked and suppressed.

The long silver-white hair was dancing wildly, which was enough to illustrate the horror of this move.

Chenchuan looked at the attack in front of him, and Mari shook his messy hair, and said calmly: "The torso soul bone skill, pick up the skin from the abyss, and use the bones and blood of hatred to boil the sky."

"The remnant beast of ancient times, Jiao Gu Yugong!"

"Tujie, Xiao!"

Two creatures of different colors, one gold and one purple, suddenly appeared on both sides of Chenchuan. The soul bones of the torso were bizarrely separated from the body at this moment, and the formed light beams were injected into the two creatures of different colors.

Loud bang!

At the same time as the two collided, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the aura like the end of the world sent all the strong men from the Spirit Hall flying backwards.

Everyone showed a hint of endless shock at this moment. What kind of battle between powerful men could actually erupt such a world-destroying energy wave.

Because the energy of the two is too strong, even if they collide together, there is no sign of retreat, and they are still rubbing and advancing at this moment.

The space that had just rioted was surprisingly calm this time, but it was not quiet, but the power of the two people directly suppressed all the creatures in the space, including the breeze and fallen leaves.

Chenchuan reached forward with his right hand and said calmly: "I forgot to tell you, the soul bone of my torso is a piece of existence that is up to 500,000 years old. Your 100,000-year-old soul skill cannot withstand it."

Bibi Dong raised her head fiercely, only to find that the energy of two different colors increased again, and even shattered her own Space-Tearing Abyss Slash bit by bit.

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible. My Space-Tearing Abyss Slash can pull anything into the space. Why is your energy..."

Bibi Dong suddenly realized something and said in a broken voice: "I understand, it's not that there is no way to pull it into the space, but your power may be huge and fill the space!"

"Is it too late to know now?"

Chenchuan pressed down hard with his right hand. They were both level 98 titled Douluo. What could Bibi Dong use to compete with him?

As the Space-Tearing Abyss Slash was completely shattered, two bursts of energy suddenly shot out like a stormy wave, heading straight for Bibi Dong's body.

"No, it's too late!"

Bibi Dong's expression suddenly changed.

"The ninth soul skill, immortality!"

A squeaking sound suddenly sounded,

Bibi Dong's body turned into a ball of powder after this blow, completely shattered, and disappeared without a trace.

When everyone in the Wuhun Hall saw that the Pope's crown was actually killed, they all froze on the spot, some not believing their eyes.

This is...

died………

Ju Douluo was a little crazy: "Ah, Qibao Glazed Sect Chenchuan, you actually killed His Majesty the Pope, I will kill you!!!"

"The elders of Wuhun Hall listen to the order and mobilize all the powerful men above Soul Saint and above in Wuhun Hall to kill Chenchuan, kill Chenchuan!"

However, just as they were about to take action, the Seven Killing Sword appeared out of nowhere, directly blocking Ju Douluo's progress.

"Seven Killing Swords!"

"Sword Dao Chenxin! Ning Fengzhi!"

Ju Douluo stared at the two figures who suddenly appeared in front of him with a hoarse voice.

Ning Fengzhi arrived here at the same time as Sword Douluo. He raised his hand, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda quietly appeared in front of him with its shining treasure light. Ning Fengzhi shouted softly, "The Seven Treasures True Body!"

The pagoda instantly enlarged in the air, and in an instant, the entire front of the Pope's Palace suddenly glowed with treasure.

Ning Fengzhi's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda floated forward and rapidly expanded in size. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a pagoda ten meters high, floating in mid-air.

"The seven treasures turn out to be colored glaze, and the third is the soul!"

"The Seven Treasures are famous, and they increase in six days!"

The scepter in Ning Fengzhi's hand was firmly inserted into the ground. In an instant, endless soul power poured into Chenchuan like a tide.

Chenchuan exhaled a breath of hot breath, turned around and looked at Grandpa and Uncle Ning not far away. After nodding, he said lightly: "Whoever dares to take a step forward will die!"

With such a contemptuous voice, no one in Wuhun Hall dared to move forward, which is enough to show how terrifying Chenchuan's strength is.

However, at this moment, Bibi Dong, who had displayed her ninth soul skill and became immortal, regrouped her body and sprayed out a mouthful of hot blood. She was half-kneeling on the ground, her face extremely pale and colorless.

Bibi Dong had a fierce look in her eyes. If she hadn't released her ninth soul skill, immortality, just in time, she might have died just now.

"Do you want to continue?"

Of course Chenchuan knew that Bibi Dong could not die so easily, so he asked calmly.

Although these soul bone skills consumed a lot of his soul power, he could still swing a few more swords.

"enough."

At this moment, a man wrapped in golden light suddenly appeared in the middle of the two people, and a powerful wave of air shot out.

The visitor looked to be in his thirties or forties, very handsome, with a faint smile on his face. The calm and tranquil atmosphere gives people a very comfortable feeling.

He is tall but not strong. He is dressed in simple gray robes and his long black hair is spread behind his head and neatly combed. Although his clothes were so simple, just standing there gave people the feeling of worship.

"Level ninety-nine, peerless Douluo."

Chenchuan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and knew that he was Qian Renxue's grandfather, Qian Daoliu, the great priest of Wuhun Hall.

Qian Daoliu put one hand behind his back, looked at the devastated battlefield, and said calmly: "Bibi Dong, that's almost enough."

Bibi Dong was still a little wary of Qian Daoliu in front of him. Without him, the current Wuhun City would have been his own.

Qian Daoliu also looked at Chenchuan not far away and said: "You are really young and promising. At a young age, you have already broken through to the ninety-eighth title Douluo realm, and you even have seven hundred thousand year soul rings. It seems that, You are almost there."

Chenchuan took back his martial spirit, cupped his hands and said, "You must be the great enshrined Qian Daoliu of the Spirit Hall."

Qian Daoliu nodded and said: "Yes, I am Qian Daoliu, a ninety-ninth-level peerless Douluo. The main reason I came here today is to prevent you from continuing to attack. If this continues, both sides will definitely suffer. Who will be harmed by this?" It's not a good thing, don't you think?"