Douluo's Opening Confession to the Female Pope

The flame burned his body, and it hurt him to look at it!

Lin Langtian smiled lightly, and said indifferently: "It's okay, Xiao Zhongli's martial spirit is very special. Besides, I also want to see where his potential is. The outcome is still unknown."

In the days to come, Lin Langtian planned to complete the system tasks and improve his strength.

Among them, the most relaxing and interesting one is to subdue the Four Elements Academy, and Xiao Zhongli may be used at that time. After all, the competition among soul master academies is mostly the competition of student soul masters.

The ten-year-old soul master or soul sect will become a sharp weapon.

Hearing this, Bishop Jason gave a mocking smile, not thinking that Xiao Zhongli had any hope of winning. After all, there was a difference of ten levels between the two, and Yan had the upper hand at this time.

woohoo hoo...

bang bang bang...

Amidst the flames, Yan and Xiao Zhongli were still fighting fiercely. Both of them used ruthless force. One urged magma to attach to his fists and hit the opponent's body hard. The other seemed desperate, preferring to be beaten. To bite each other.

"Bastard! Is this kid desperate?!"

Yan was also shocked and angry in his heart.

If he really killed Xiao Zhongli here, even with the protection of the teacher Fire Bird Douluo, he would definitely not be able to bear the anger of the Son.

Faced with Xiao Zhongli who looks like a madman, Yan became more and more frightened.

Xiao Zhongli, on the other hand, laughed crazily while fighting desperately at the opponent.

A quarter of an hour, half an hour, an hour...

As time passed, no one in the entire audience area for fighting spirits spoke aloud, they all stared straight at the fighting spirit stage, their eyes almost stared straight, only the sound of heavy breathing remained.

In the sky above the fighting spirit area, only Xiao Zhongli's crazy laughter could be heard.

At this time, all the soul masters were aware of a fact: if this continues, Yan will exhaust his physical and soul power sooner or later, while Xiao Zhongli has no sign of losing strength at all.

"Hiss, what a formidable young man..." Bishop Jason's voice was a bit bitter.

Lin Langtian looked at Xiao Zhongli who had been burnt into a shapeless form, nodded with satisfaction, and said calmly: "Yan's fighting mentality does not match his strength, and losing is inevitable."

Bishop Jason sighed in agreement: "We, the golden generation of Wuhundian, have never experienced a life-and-death crisis."

"After a while, we can let them go to the Death Canyon or the Killing City to practice." Lin Langtian said casually, narrowing his eyes slightly, and connected to Hegel through the blood curse.

"..." Bishop Jason smiled bitterly.

Three years ago, Lin Langtian was still in the same generation as the Golden Generation, but at this time, he was already a Titled Douluo, far surpassing Yan and even him, and becoming a higher-ranking powerhouse.

"Wait for the title ceremony, I guess the priests won't be able to sit still?"

Bishop Jason thought to himself.

……

On the outskirts of Wuhun City, a civilian area.

A team of soul masters wearing black uniforms escorted more than 20 prisoners with bags on their heads and entered a spacious residential house. After a while, they left in an orderly manner.

In the spacious room, more than thirty strange-looking soul masters tied the prisoners to stone pillars one by one.

The thin and tall Hegel clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"Thanks to our encounter with the Lord, and now we have joined the Wuhun Palace, Jie Jie Jie, so we can easily devour these soul masters, Lao Gao, why don't you speak?"

Gao Situ sniffed his nose, and replied with a disturbed expression: "I smell a strange smell."

"What's the smell?" Hegel also corrected his expression.

"It should be the old man."

The sudden sound made the evil soul masters in the room freeze. They turned their heads to look at the door, only to see an old man in a golden robe, sweeping them coldly.

The old man has white beard and hair, but he has an unparalleled domineering power. He sneered and said:

"A group of pickled trash who can't stand on the stage! Also worthy of being related to my Spirit Hall? That son of god, really like his teacher, only knows this kind of tricks."

"Bastard! How dare you insult the Lord!"

Gao Situ rushed forward recklessly.

But he was knocked out by the old man's punch. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even release his martial spirit.

"I haven't done anything for so many years, let's loosen your muscles and bones..."

Chapter 130

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"It really is a bunch of useless trash." Golden Crocodile Douluo sneered, casually twisted the neck of an evil soul master, and threw it aside like trash.

"Ahem, the Lord will never let you go!"

Hegel was lying on the ground, his limbs were twisted at strange angles, and he said weakly while coughing blood.

Except for him, the other evil soul masters were dead and comatose.

In front of this mysterious old man, the room was full of evil soul masters, even though there was a strong soul emperor, but they couldn't even force out the opponent's martial soul.

Hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo stroked his beard and smiled, as if he heard some joke.