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

In the splendid Wuhun Palace, several titled Douluo were already waiting in formation. The leader, Bibi Dong, looked at Yue Guan in front of him and the Killing God Douluo, Chen Chuan, as if he were arrogant to the others!

Chenchuan calmly sat on the chair, took out a glass of Bloody Mary, tasted it greedily, stared at Bibi Dong with his faint blood-red pupils, and asked:

"His Majesty the Pope asked me to come here because he wanted to have a Hongmen Banquet, right?"

The titled Douluo looked around and smiled indifferently.

Bibi Dong sat calmly on the chair and waved her hands, signaling the group of titled Douluo to leave first. She had important matters to discuss with Chenchuan.

Ghost Leopard Douluo and the others looked at each other and then left the Pope's Palace. However, for safety reasons, they did not leave. Instead, they stood quietly outside the hall waiting for the news to come out.

If Chenchuan dares to attack His Majesty the Pope, his blood will be splattered on the spot today!

In the empty Pope's Palace, Bibi Dongguang shone with a strange light, and he was the first to speak: "You are outstanding, even better than I expected. Chenchuan, I don't know what you have experienced in the killing city. , but I invite you to join Wuhun Hall, are you willing?"

Bibi Dong was not testing this time, but solemnly told Chenchuan that this was the last chance she gave herself.

If they can't be used by Wuhun Palace, they will definitely kill them without hesitation.

However, Chenchuan was unmoved and responded calmly: "His Majesty the Pope, do you think I can join the Spirit Hall?"

Bibi Dong smiled, walked slowly to Chenchuan, put her palms gently on his shoulders, and said calmly: "If you can join Wuhun Hall, I will guarantee your prosperity and wealth, and I can even promise you that in the future If I succeed, Wuhun Palace can be handed over to you."

Under such temptation, most people simply cannot refuse.

Wuhun Palace is known as the strongest force in the Douluo Continent, with countless titled Douluo. If it can be mastered, it will definitely be a major improvement.

However, Chenchuan is very familiar with Bibi Dong's actions. As long as this guy breaks through level 100 and becomes a rare god-level powerhouse, he will definitely kill the donkey.

Because Bibi Dong would never leave someone who could threaten him, and even said that he would destroy the Qibao Glazed Sect and completely destroy the Chen family's last hope.

Chenchuan's shoulders shook, and he raised Bibi Dong's right hand. The latter's expression was slightly unnatural, and he asked with raised eyebrows: "Why, if you feel dissatisfied, I can also help you hunt." How about one hundred thousand soul beasts?"

"Hehehe, the conditions are very tempting, but even Emperor Xueye of the Tiandou Empire couldn't seduce me. The Pope's undecided check, do you think I will fall into it because of this?"

Bibi Dong's expression changed slightly, but soon returned to normal, and said with some regret: "In this case, I wish you greater achievements in the future, but again, although the strong are respected in this world, But often smart people don’t live long.”

Chenchuan drank the Bloody Mary in one gulp and threw the cup on the ground. At the same time as the clear and sweet sound rang out, several elders from Wuhun Palace rushed in immediately, watching Chenchuan's every move with vigilance.

Bibi Dong knitted her brows together and yelled in a low voice: "Didn't I tell you to leave? Why don't you get out of here?"

The titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace were startled, and at the same time they looked at His Majesty the Pope with some confusion. Didn't they agree to throw the cup as a sign? Now that the cup has been thrown, shouldn't they just do something to this guy?

Chenchuan smiled and said: "His Majesty the Pope is really cute. If you think these guys can resist my pace, you can give it a try."

Slowly walking forward, Chenchuan's slightly red eyes flashed with a bit of weariness, and his voice was slightly cold:

"His Majesty the Pope, you have to understand that everyone in front of me is an ant. Of course, you can also think that I am bragging, but you can also give it a try."

"But I'd better advise you. Once you take action, there will be no turning back."

The elders around him looked at Chenchuan who was so close to the Pope's crown, and immediately rushed up, staring at the latter with their resentful eyes.

"You are so presumptuous that you dare to disrespect the Pope!"

The ghost's hoarse voice immediately sounded, and the dark undead began to spread upwards along Chenchuan's body at this time, as if to swallow this guy completely.

Chenchuan glanced at the black mist surrounding his body, and slapped him with his backhand unceremoniously.

The strength of this slap surpassed everything else.

The ghost had no time to react. A powerful shock wave swept straight towards the ghost like a stormy sea, and the latter's body hit the surrounding stone pillars like a cannonball.

Under the huge shock wave, the stone pillar couldn't control it at all and collapsed!

"Old ghost!!!"

Yue Guan ran over like crazy, only to find that the ghost's body had begun to break, his head was sunken, and he had reached a critical moment of life and death.

The elders of Wuhun Palace also immediately injected their soul power into it to maintain the ghost's broken body.

"As expected of a titled Douluo, he won't even die."

Chenchuan shook his slightly sore right hand, showed a meaningful smile towards Bibi Dong, and said: "Since there is nothing to do, I will take my leave first. Your Majesty the Pope, proceed with caution."

After saying these words, Chenchuan's body completely disappeared into the papal hall, leaving only Ju Douluo's shrill cry.

If it were one second later, the old ghost would definitely die!

"His Majesty the Pope, this old ghost... you must avenge him!" Ju Douluo Yueguan, who had always been more obedient than Bi Dong, was actually a little crazy at this time.

Several other titled Douluo also looked at Bibi Dong silently, feeling a bit sad in their hearts.

They all wanted to see if His Majesty the Pope would avenge Ghost Douluo.

"The ghost is still alive. He can slap the ghost away in front of me. Chenchuan's strength is beyond our imagination."

Bibi Dong's voice contained her spiritual power. Under the impact of the sound waves, several Titled Douluo elders became clear.

The expression on Ju Douluo's face also calmed down a bit, but the resentment in his eyes became even more intense. He looked sharply at the position where Chen Chuan left, wishing to tear Chen Chuan into pieces.

If it weren't for the ghost but a ninety-five-level titled Douluo, the previous slap would have been enough to shatter his body.

You know, Ghost Douluo died once when he was young, but by chance, his soul was able to possess him again, and his martial soul awakened.

An extremely special situation of martial arts appeared, that is, ghosts. In a sense, his soul is his martial soul, but he himself is a living dead.

And Chenchuan has killed countless people in his life, and he always has a crushing attack on the dead, especially Chenchuan's attack, which is mixed with the realm of the God of Death and the realm of the Seven Kills.

Only then did the ghost's body feel like it was falling apart.

Bibi Dong said with a serious expression: "Take him to find a doctor for treatment. None of you are allowed to interfere with Chenchuan's affairs."

"Yes!"

Several titled Douluo immediately left the Pope's Palace with the ghost. If he died, then there would be no bipolar static realm in this world.

By then, the consequences will be disastrous.

Bibi Dong's palms were already overflowing with sweat. She knew in her heart that Chenchuan was more dangerous than everyone else, including the so-called Tang Hao.

No matter how powerful Tang Hao is, he cannot be a match for this boy now. If he continues to develop, he will definitely be invincible within a few years.

By that time, it won't be that easy to kill him.

………………

Chenchuan, who returned to his residence, gently opened the door and saw his grandfather and Ning Fengzhi, the master of Qibao Glazed Sect.

When the two of them saw Chenchuan returning safe and sound, they immediately stood up and asked, "Chuan'er, where did you go just now, and what happened here?"

Chenchuan replied calmly: "It's okay, there was a little friction."

Sword Douluo frowned. The person who could cause friction to Chuan'er must be the titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace.

Could it be that Wuhun Palace is planning to take action against Chuan'er so soon?

Thinking of this, Sword Douluo's face became a little ugly, and at the same time, the murderous aura in his body was released.

No one is allowed to bully your grandson!

Sword Douluo summoned his martial soul, the Seven Killing Sword, and glared: "Martial Spirit Hall, if you dare to attack my grandson, I will destroy them!"

Ning Fengzhi quickly stopped Sword Douluo. This was Wuhun City, and there were countless titled Douluo. If something happened to Uncle Jian, what would the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect do in the future?

Sword Douluo scolded: "Chuan'er is the best genius of our Chen family. Who the hell is the Spirit Hall? How dare you hurt my grandson!!"

Chenchuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, grandpa, I'm fine. I haven't noticed that group of rabble yet."

"The one I just met was Ju Douluo Yueguan. Later, I beat up the ghost in the Pope's Palace. Unfortunately, the ghost's strength is at level ninety-five. If he is the same as a waste like Dugu Bo, I am 80% sure that I will give him a slap. Shoot him to death."

Chenchuan was a little regretful. In front of so many titled Douluo, he really wanted to kill the ghost. Unfortunately, the ghost was lucky, otherwise he could have been killed completely.

After hearing this, Sword Douluo breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "It's good that you're fine. That guy Ghost is cunning by nature. It's not easy to kill him."

Sword Douluo also fought with him several times before, but it was a pity that he let the ghost guy escape later, otherwise he would have been killed back then.

"Chuan'er, you should go and take a rest first. There is another competition in the afternoon." Ning Fengzhi patted Chenchuan on the shoulder and planned to have some private words with Uncle Jian.

Chenchuan did not refuse, and turned around and left the dilapidated lounge under the eyes of the two people.