Douluo Zhibo Madara

The morning light is dim, and the vibrant sunshine shines gold on the ground through the obstacles of the heavy leaves. The young leaves among the flowers and plants are still stained with dewdrops from the night before, reflecting the brilliance of the sun.

In this inaccessible and vibrant primeval forest, a howl of a spirit beast was heard from time to time, echoing among the trees, frightening the birds that were originally singing gracefully on the branches and immediately stopped their voices.

"It's such a beautiful world!" Madara took a deep breath of air almost greedily. The moist smell of earth after the rain mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants was refreshing, making Madara, who had not seen flowers, plants and trees for two years, feel... It feels like a world away.

In two years, Madara has undergone a completely different transformation than when he first entered the Killing City.

The originally slightly thin figure has become strong and powerful, and can already fully support his bloody armor. The long, lion-like hair is hanging freely and has not been trimmed for so long. It has already reached his waist and has never been trimmed. What has changed is that unruly demeanor and sharp eyes like an eagle.

Compared to Madara before, he now feels like an ordinary ordinary person, which means that after being baptized in the realm of the God of Death, he can already perfectly control every power of his own.

"Is this the Star Forest? It's better to go out and find out the situation first!" Madara raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the surrounding environment casually, thinking secretly in his heart.

Now Madara's first thought is to leave here as soon as possible to understand the changes on the mainland in the past two years, and then go to the depths of the Star Dou Forest to pick up Mu Mu, and then find Tang Hao and Tang San who are practicing hard in seclusion.

Now Madara really misses his well-behaved younger brother and his troublesome apprentice, and he can't wait to see them again.

Relying on his many years of experience in the Star Dou Forest, Madara easily found his way to the outside.

Along the way, the trees became gradually sparse and dwarfed, and more and more traces of human soul activity appeared, but there were still some places that were beyond Madara's expectations.

Ban was about to exit this soul beast forest. At this time, he finally met a pair of patrolling soul masters. They were wearing neat and uniform robes and looked so familiar that Ban frowned slightly.

"Stop! Who are you to come out of the hunting ground designated by our Wuhun Palace! Have you ever reported it?" The leader of the patrolling soul master team was very sharp-eyed when he saw Madara walking out of the forest. He immediately led someone to stop him.

"The hunting ground of Wuhun Palace? I don't think I've heard of it before! Can you tell me where it is nearby?" Madara raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth when he heard the words, not forgetting to ask this little-known little man in front of him. The captain asked about the way.

"This is very close to our holy land, Wuhun City. It is the place where geniuses from our Wuhun Palace Soul Master Academy hunt for soul rings!" The team leader looked at Madara with a very strange look of contempt, and said arrogantly: "You came here accidentally. Here, there is no need to collide with the geniuses who came to hunt for souls today, so get out of here!"

"You want me to get out?" Madara was already angry at the ignorance of the captain in front of him and asked, pointing to his nose.

"That's right! It's you I'm talking about. You accidentally came here with the intention of attacking the next generation. If the elders are in a bad mood, they can be killed without mercy!" The team leader put on a ferocious face and faced the seemingly non-threatening Madara threatened.

"Then what do you want to do?" Madara asked with interest as he looked at the clown-like team leader's funny performance in front of him with a half-smile but not a smile.

"That's it!" The team leader still didn't know how terrifying the person in front of him was. He deliberately coughed a few times and inadvertently tapped the money bag at his waist. It was obvious what he meant.

The team leader was used to being domineering and domineering based on his status in the Wuhun Palace. Seeing that Madara did not look like a high-ranking official, and even half of his soul power fluctuated like a top powerhouse, he continued to taunt without repentance.

As for whether someone will do justice to him because of his evil deeds, don't be kidding!

Such a soul master would never get along with a rotten person like him, and other soul masters would never dare to provoke him.

This is the tyranny of Wuhun Palace. Even if it is a humble watchdog, you can't touch it if you want!

However, at this moment, several carriages kicked up billows of dust and drove here. A middle-aged man wearing a bishop's clothes got off the most ornate carriage. Seeing that the group of watchdogs were still there, they didn't rush over to shake them. Tails' arrogant expression gradually turned gloomy.

The bishop snorted coldly when he saw that the guard here was still slouching and immediately shouted loudly. The aura that belonged to the Soul Saint was released and instantly made this group of scoundrels frightened. He angrily raised his troops and asked, "You are so big." How courageous! Why are you still standing there? Why don’t you come and see this bishop first!”

"Sir! I don't know that when you come, we sometimes greet you from a distance because this person breaks into forbidden areas and blocks our enforcement of the law!" The team leader was now unable to protect himself and couldn't care about Madara. He ran over and crawled over and confessed very flatteringly. At this time, Suddenly he noticed Madara who had been watching the show behind him, and he suddenly pushed him out as a scapegoat.

"Oh? I want to see who dares to ignore the authority of our Wuhun Palace!" The bishop pretended to say "Oh", his pair of inverted triangle eyes were full of spicy, and he took the money bag of the Four-ring Soul Sect. Go down the donkey path along the slope.

Maybe as a seven-ring soul saint and a bishop, he doesn't need this little gold soul coin at all, but no one thinks it's too much money, right?What's more, he has just recently become a bishop, and all he wants is this face!

The bishop casually glanced at Madara and suddenly felt that something was wrong. After careful inspection, he finally recognized Madara's identity and was immediately frightened to death.

"Do you know me?" Madara walked up to the bishop step by step, patted his shoulder, and asked in an inexplicable tone.

"No, I don't know him!" At this time, the bishop was stiff and did not dare to move. The cold sweat gradually fell from his forehead, but he still stammered.

The bishop had already observed that the members of the patrol who were still laughing and playing just now, including the captain, fell to the ground silently with dull eyes, and the mark of the Sharingan flashed across their eyes.

There is a saying that the more you know, the sooner you will die!Now that the bishop has just been promoted, he naturally understands this truth.

"Huh?" Madara raised his eyebrows slightly, very surprised by the bishop's performance, and glanced at him slightly dissatisfied.

"Recognize, recognize!" The originally arrogant bishop was as docile as a little sheep in front of Madara. The Soul Saint's cultivation did not bring him the slightest sense of security. It seemed that he heard Madara's dissatisfaction. The ability to observe words and emotions for many years immediately changed his words.

"That's right!" A trace of satisfaction flashed across Madara's eyebrows, revealing a childlike expression.

"Give this to them and tell them that I, Madara Uchiha, am back!" Madara flipped his wrist and a kunai with his logo engraved on it fell into the bishop's pocket, as if the devil's whisper was ringing in the bishop's ears.

"Ming, I understand!" The bishop's whole body was shaking like chaff, and even his tongue seemed to be knotted from just now, and he kept stammering in his answer.

"That's good, you can get out!" Madara's face was still so calm and sunny, as if he had just done an insignificant thing, and he took the wallet from the bishop's hand that was still warm.

At this time, Madara also saw the group of talented kids from Wuhun Palace who were only seven or eight years old and had already come to hunt for souls.

Should it be said that it deserves to be the Wuhun Palace, the dominant force in the mainland?The imps who are about to become soul masters, who can be called peerless geniuses in any small place, actually catch a lot of them here. It is no wonder that there is a seven-ring soul saint responsible for escorting them.

This group of ignorant brats, in their eyes, Madara, who had not touched him during the whole process, was not a heinous devil, so they all looked at Madara with curiosity and fear.

Madara, who happened to be passing by, looked at the group of little ghosts surrounding him, grabbed a handful of gold soul coins from his bulging money bag, and said with a bit of helplessness: "Take it and buy some candies!"

About a quarter of an hour later, in Wuhun City, which was very close to here, several streams of light rose into the sky and flew over here with a tyrannical momentum.

"Hmph! You actually let that guy run away?" Ju Douluo glanced at the group of ignorant children who were grabbing gold soul coins from each other and clamoring to buy candy, and then looked at the direction in which Madara left. He snorted coldly.