Douluo's Encounter with the Demon Arrival

The grief on Zhang Wu's face lingered for a long time. Why did he and the Xu brothers just know each other for so many days and something so serious happened?

At this time, he did not realize the error in his logic at all. They had just met, so why were these two brothers in Wuhun City again?

Zhang Wu felt something was wrong, but this reality that was both true and false blocked his thoughts.

With grief, Zhang Wu left the bodies of the two brothers behind, and continued to move forward, trying to figure out what happened.

As he walked, he saw another scene that he didn't want to see.

Dai Mubai and Zhao Wuji stood at the front, arms crossed, as if to protect everyone. It could be seen from the ferocious looks on their faces that the two had fought hard, but the enemy was stronger than they imagined. In the end, their lives stopped before they could even release their martial souls.

"Dai Mubai, Teacher Zhao." Zhang Wu looked at these two people with a pale face. He no longer cared about how these people arrived at Wuhun City.

"Why did I obviously give you the watch? Why did you leave like this?" Zhang Wu yelled. The two people's original martial arts were very good. Now that they have the watch I gave them, they should become even more powerful. Why is it so vulnerable?

"Yeah, no, did I give Dai Mubai a watch?" Zhang Wu seemed to realize something for a moment, but the memory was immediately overwritten by a force, "Yes, I gave it to them."

Looking behind, Tang San and Xiao Wu were standing behind Dai Mubai and Zhao Wuji.

Tang San's left hand was wrapped around Xiao Wu, and he lowered his head to look at her lovingly. He raised his right hand and stretched it into the distance. Looking at him like this, he should be releasing blue silver grass as a protection. No, no, what is this?

Not far from Tang San's right hand, something with a lotus-like machine structure flew out, but what made people feel a little strange was that this strange machine stayed in the air without any change.

As soon as Zhang Wu saw this situation, he knew who was responsible for this. He couldn't make such a large-scale or such a long time at the moment. And in this world, besides himself, there was no one else who could do this. Is this a trick?

And at this time, Tang San's clothes were in tatters, and his calves were exposed. What made people shudder was that a large piece of his calves was missing, revealing the white bones under the muscles, and there were also traces of blood wrapped around them. above.

But Xiao San's face showed no sign of pain at all.

Xiao Wu looked at Tang San lovingly, as if he was the only one left in her eyes. Xiao Wu wrapped her arms around Tang San's waist, wanting to hug him forever and never be separated.

At this time, Xiao Wu had lost her previous lively look. Her long, neatly combed scorpion braids had long since disappeared, replaced by messy, uneven black hair, which looked very embarrassed.

"Xiao San, Xiao Wu" Zhang Wu looked ashen, why did his younger brother Xiao San become like this? What on earth have these people experienced?

Zhang Wu looked up again, and saw a very burly fat man flying in the air. Why do I say burly? Because from the exposed body of this fat man, we can see that his muscles are like steel cast, and they are made according to the sky. With his flying posture and face similar to Ma Hongjun, you can tell that this is the wretched fat man.

At this time, his cheeks were bulging and his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to spit something out, but in the end he failed and could only make such funny actions.

"Fat Man" Zhang Wu had a pained look on his face. Seeing this, he had already realized something in his heart. The Seven Shrek Monsters were all probably killed in Wuhun City. The only ones left were Ning Rongrong, Oscar and Zhu Zhuqingsan. People.

Zhu Zhuqing is a crispy person, while Oscar and Ning Rongrong are the crispiest among crispy skins. How could they withstand the enemy's attack?

As Zhang Wu expected, his eyes continued to move back. Oscar and Ning Rongrong stood hand in hand. They looked at each other and smiled. Their eyes reflected each other's appearance, and their movements were frozen. Seeing this scene, Zhang Wu lowered his head in pain again. He no longer dared to imagine what happened to his senior sister and teacher.

As the pope of Wuhun Palace and the other as the saint of Wuhun Palace, they naturally have to coexist and die with Wuhun Palace. Therefore, the two of them must be in the Pope Palace now, fighting the final battle against the enemy.

But what makes Zhang Wu strange is that he didn't find Zhu Zhuqing, so where did this girl go? Is she still alive? There was a little light in Zhang Wu's eyes again, hoping that things would be what he thought.

Zhang Wu rushed to the Pope's Palace in Wuhun City desperately. He had to get there in time. Maybe the teacher, senior sister and Zhu Zhuqing were there.

He quickly scanned everything on both sides of the road, and he saw some pictures that made him heartbroken.

When he arrived in front of the Pope's Palace, he saw Ju Douluo holding a chrysanthemum in his hand, half-kneeling in front of the Pope's Palace, and beside him was Ghost Douluo dressed in pitch black.

"Your Highness, I knew you would definitely come back. The Pope and the Saint have always believed in you." After saying this, Ju Douluo smiled, and his body gradually collapsed, turning into pieces of chrysanthemums, floating between heaven and earth. .

There was a vague word, "Even if I die, I will let my body cover the entire Wuhun Palace. This is the lifelong wish of people like me. Long... long live the Wuhun Palace."

Zhang Wu's eyes were filled with tears and he looked at Ghost Douluo.

Ghost Douluo looked at Zhang Wu kindly, "Your Highness, you are already a big boy. You are no longer that reserved look when we first met you. Now the future of Wuhun Palace is in your hands." Oh, don’t let everyone down.”

He lamented the passage of time, "More than half a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Xiao Juhua and I have given everything for Wuhun Palace, but we didn't expect that we would not be able to escape its destruction in the end. That's fine, we don't have to worry about it anymore." "We are a little tired, little Juhua, wait for me, I'm coming too." Ghost Douluo's body turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated into the void.

"Elder Ghost, Elder Ju" Zhang Wu couldn't bear it any longer. He cried loudly and knelt at the door of the Pope's Palace with a plop. These two Douluo were like his elders, supporting him forever. Since I came to Wuhun Hall when I was six years old, they have always been with me, protecting me lest I be harmed in any way, just like my elders, but now that they are gone, there are fewer people who care about me. Why? It will become like this