I'm in Douluo Cultivation

"Old ghost, can you hold on?" Ju Douluo, who was shocked by the aftermath and vomited a mouthful of blood again, asked Ghost Douluo who had just finished vomiting.

"I hate powerful soul masters." After saying this, he took another mouthful of blood.

"Me too, I really don't know where they got so much strength. That person had just become a Titled Douluo, and he... poof"

Looking at Ju Douluo who was having trouble speaking, Ghost Douluo also quickly interrupted and comforted him.

"Stop talking, these two are not good people. I heard that the third worshiper had reached level ninety-eight many years ago."

"Oh, I hope I can survive tonight."

"Yeah, let's work hard to maintain the formation."

Under the suppression of the two formations, the papal guards brought by Bibi Dong almost massacred the low-level soul masters on Qingshu and others' side. Li Rong and Liu Yu also fought against several soul masters each. Under Douluo's siege, Teng was unable to take action.

Wuhun City, East Gate

Chu Ming stood at the highest point of the city gate, looking at the almost violent fluctuations of soul power in the city from a distance, feeling mixed for a moment.

However, Chu Ming's leisurely time was soon broken. Not long after, Chu Ming, who was staring at the battle center, found three light spots rushing out from the battle center and rushing towards his east gate.

"Boss, the city gate is only half stacked now, I'm afraid..."

The tall and thin man standing behind Chu Ming also said hurriedly after seeing the three rapidly moving light spots.

"I can break open the complete mithril door. Can't you guess who is hitting me now?"

"That..."

"We are the city wall. I don't know if we are unlucky or if the saint is cruel. Prepare the formation."

"Boss, I got it"

After hearing Chu Ming's instructions, the man said nothing more and turned around and left.

"Second brother, I went to hold that witch"

At this time, Li Rong, whose arm had turned black, endured the pain and said to Qingshu.

Qing Shu, who was surrounded by black energy at this time, rejected Li Rong.

"Walk together"

In the blink of an eye, the three of them were approaching the east gate. Looking at the silver light curtain slowly rising from the east gate, Qing Shu's originally frowning brows knitted together.

"Li Zhong is a waste"

Li Rong, on the other hand, just yelled and cursed, hating the younger generation in her family for not living up to expectations.

"rush over"

咚

As if the big bell in the Buddhist temple was struck by someone, on the rising light silver screen, three ripples visible to the naked eye spread instantly.

At this time, Chu Ming, who was standing in the middle of the circle, spat out a mouthful of blood. As for everyone standing in other positions, they had all fallen.

Reluctantly opening his eyes that were already leaking blood, Chu Ming could vaguely see the three people standing in front of the light curtain.

Three offerings, six offerings, nine offerings, the Pope is really going to attack them.

Qingshu also saw Chu Ming, who was standing in the center of the formation and was hit hard. There were also some differences. Why was he here?

"Chu Ming, I didn't expect it to be you."

"Three offerings, long time no see"

Chu Ming also had mixed feelings when he looked at the three people who were poisoned. After hesitating, he spoke again.

"Three offerings, is there really no room for turning things around?"

After Qingshu heard this, he smiled incredulously and began to regulate his soul power.

Liu Yu on the side said nothing, while Li Rong laughed and said.

"Chu Ming, after so many years, we have all figured it out, haven't you figured it out yet? Think about Gu Liang carefully."