Douluo: The First Empire

Bibi Dong's face on the papal throne became colder and colder, and her murderous aura became more intense. The realm of the God of Death unfolded without any scruples, and the entire Papal Palace was included in the realm of the God of Death.

The group of soul emperors and soul saints outside the Pope's Palace, who were originally powerful enough to come and go freely across the entire continent, were all prostrate on the ground, kneeling on one knee before the respected Pope.

The Pope's Palace was no exception. Except for Golden Crocodile Douluo, whose aura was like an ancient ferocious beast, everyone else knelt down under Bibi Dong's peerless power.

But at this moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo was not feeling well. His keen mental power was always warning him, as if he would fall into a fatal spider web in the next second.

"Level 98! Bibi Dong, have you been promoted to level 98?"

Every promotion level after Titled Douluo is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Golden Crocodile Douluo has been stuck at level 98 for decades, and there is no hope of reaching level 99 in this life.

But with Bibi Dong's age and talent, it probably wouldn't take long to be promoted to level 99, so it's no wonder why Golden Crocodile Douluo reacted so violently.

As a Titled Douluo with twin martial souls, Bibi Dong's soul power is far stronger than that of Golden Crocodile Douluo. Coupled with the blessing of the God of Death domain, the shadow of the giant crocodile behind Golden Crocodile Douluo is being compressed little by little, until it finally returns. Into the body of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

The martial spirit was forcibly suppressed, and a breath of fishy-sweet air surged into Golden Crocodile Douluo's throat. At this time, Golden Crocodile Douluo could no longer care about anything else, sitting cross-legged on the ground, regulating the chaotic and rioting soul power.

After suppressing the two worshipers, Bibi Dong was in full swing. The papal scepter in her hand pointed to the ground, and a dull voice echoed throughout the papal palace, accompanied by Bibi Dong's cold but still pleasant voice:

"The leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Yu Yuanzhen, attacked the elder of Wuhun Palace and has been executed. The next target is Qi..."

Before Bibi Dong finished speaking, an old man with white beard and hair, wearing a golden divine robe, quietly appeared in the hall. He waved his hand gently, and a burst of soul power entered Golden Crocodile Douluo's body to help him regulate his soul. force.

The angelic realm of peace and light unfolded, just like the scorching sun melting the snow. The scope of the God of Killing realm shrank sharply. Bibi Dong put away the God of Killing realm angrily, and the knuckles holding the Pope's scepter began to turn white.

In Wuhun City, as the spokesperson of the Angel God, Qiandaoliu is a nearly invincible existence, unless he becomes an equal existence to the Angel God!

Qian Daoliu's appearance was full of force, but what was rare was that the great priest did not refute Bibi Dong's order.

"His Majesty the Pope, the news of Yu Yuanzhen's death can be announced, but we cannot take action against the Qibao Glazed Sect yet."

Bibi Dong frowned her beautiful thin eyebrows and said displeasedly:

"Great worshiper, what do you mean by this? Shouldn't we take advantage of this opportunity to win over the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect in one fell swoop?"

Judging from the situation of Wuhun Palace, this is indeed the best decision.

But from Qianjia's point of view, skipping the first few steps of the soul hunting plan will undoubtedly seriously weaken Qian Renxue's achievements and will only make Bibi Dong's position more stable, which Qian Daoliu cannot bear.

Qian Daoliu did not arbitrarily deny Bibi Dong's plan, but had already thought about the follow-up plan.

"In fact, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect itself has a lot to offer."

Golden Crocodile Douluo, whose soul power gradually stabilized, stood up from the ground, lowered his head, and stood respectfully behind Qian Daoliu.

"The Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus has occupied the world's number one beast spirit for too long. Now that the only titled Douluo has died, can the other two still hold on?"

Qian Daoliu threw out his bait with a smile, and Ju Douluo, who was often active in various parts of the continent and had a good understanding of the situation on the continent, took the bait:

"The White Tiger Dai family of the Star Luo Empire, and the Peacock Lu family of the Tiandou Empire?"

Qian Daoliu cast admiring glances at Ju Douluo, secretly cooperating well.

"Yes, it's these two families. What's more coincidental is that Lu Xu was also promoted to a titled Douluo three months ago, and Emperor Xingluo is also a titled Douluo, so let the three of them fight for this false name. Isn’t it the best choice to consume strength?”

Qian Daoliu, who knew Bibi Dong's temperament, would naturally not mention Lu Yu specifically. Bibi Dong would not let Lu Yu go just because of the same stance. She would only secretly stab her teammates in the back.

This strategy is indeed perfect. The title of the best beast spirit in the world is enough to attract the attention of all forces. This gives the spirit hall the opportunity to continue to perfect the soul hunting plan in secret.

Even the impatient Bibi Dong began to think about the pros and cons. If this opportunity could be used to completely destroy the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect...

The Pope's Hall and the Enshrined Hall reached a rare consensus, and news spread from the Wuhun Hall.

"Yu Yuanzhen, the leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, died unexpectedly. The General of the Spirit Hall will choose a day to re-select the best beast spirit in the world!"

At the same time, there were invitations signed by the Pope, and the targets were the well-known Beast Martial Spirit families in the mainland.

Such as: the evil-eyed white tiger clan, the blue electric Tyrannosaurus rex clan, the five-color divine light peacock clan, the basalt turtle clan, and the diamond mammoth clan.

…………

On the outskirts of Tiandou City, there is Fuyun Villa.

The originally neat and beautiful stone battle field had been shattered into irregular boulders by the powerful soul skills of the soul masters. Among these messy rubbles, there was only a figure in torn clothes, sitting cross-legged in the center of the corpse.

Thick streams of blood entered the long sword, filtered out impurities, purified, compressed and transferred to Lu Yu. These rich blood came from the nine soul masters who had just fought.

The small wounds on Lu Yu's body were also healed at an inhuman speed with the nourishment of these qi and blood. Only a huge wound on the abdomen healed slightly slowly.

This was a life-saving blow from a level 39 sword soul master, the third soul skill used with all his soul power. It was like a cultivator's flying sword skill. It brought huge trauma to Lu Yu, but with the nourishment of blood, Next, the granulation begins to grow slowly and the wound gradually heals.

But before the wound recovered, Lu Yu's soul power operation suddenly stopped. Five seconds later, the soul power started to operate at a faster speed. The soul power broke through two levels in a row, and he was a level 39 fighting soul master!

Within two days, 77 Soul Lords had participated in the battle, which meant that 77 Soul Lords had died under Lu Yu's sword.

Lu Yu can now fight with six soul masters of the same level who have unlimited use of soul skills without using soul skills or even the soul bones on his head.

The level of danger in such a battle even exceeds that of the Killing City. After all, soul skills are the soul master's main means of combat. Without soul skills, it is like a rifle without bullets, even worse than a fire stick.

The soul power broke through and the wound was completely healed. Lu Yu stood up and said without any hesitation:

"Bring the last ten people to the next game!"

As the secret guards beside him left, Lu Yu prepared for the next battle, tearing off his shirt that was in pieces, revealing his muscular upper body covered with knife marks.

The nourishing ability of blood is far inferior to that of the fountain of life. If it were the fountain of life, it would not leave a scar at all. Lu Yu, who has been trained in hell, understands this deeply.

After two consecutive days of high-intensity fighting, even with pure blood nourishing his body, Lu Yu's spirit could hardly bear it. Only the warmth of Naiko could bring Lu Yu some comfort.

(End of chapter)