Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"What about Rongrong?"

Sword Douluo, who had been listening all the time, suddenly asked: "The three upper sects uniting with the Tiandou royal family can certainly make the Wuhun Palace throw the rat into a trap, but the stance of both parties is destined to sacrifice Rongrong's feelings."

Sword Douluo stared at Ning Fengzhi with his sword eyes. Ling Bai was his disciple, and Ning Rongrong was like his granddaughter. Sword Douluo had always supported the two of them to be together.

"Yes...the only person who needs to be sacrificed is Rongrong..."

Ning Fengzhi said softly, and then his expression turned ferocious in an instant: "But this is the best way! I am Rongrong's father, but I am also the sect leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect. The lives of more than 3000 people in the sect depend on me. In one thought! Joining the Spirit Hall, becoming a vassal, and helping them conquer the continent, how many disciples of the sect must have died!"

On the battlefield, the enemy's primary target is always the auxiliary system. No matter how impregnable the protection is, there will always be omissions, and omissions mean sacrifice.

"Actually... there is another reason." Ning Fengzhi slowly calmed down, "After all, I have known Xiaobai for more than eight years. I know him well. He cannot pretend to be fond of Rongrong. As long as Rongrong is here, he will join Tiandou. Even if we lose in the end, we won’t lose completely. At worst, we will just become a vassal..."

Anyway, the left and right are all vassals, so it is better to try to ensure the balance between Wuhun Palace and the other forces, so that the Qibao Glazed Sect can avoid bloodshed and sacrifice. But in the final analysis, Ning Fengzhi took advantage of the feelings of Ling Bai and Ning Rongrong.

"With Rongrong's character, he may not be able to accept it."

Bone Douluo looked at the sky. He was in an extremely irritable mood at the moment. He understood but did not agree with Ning Fengzhi's decision.

"She is the future master. The little witch must learn to grow up."

A layer of sorrow filled his blue eyes that were exactly the same as Ning Rongrong. As a father, Ning Fengzhi actually did not want to see Ning Rongrong in pain, but collective interests were always greater than personal interests, and the meaning of being a sect leader meant sacrifice. Taller people tend to lose more.

"Fengzhi, tell the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect that I agree to that condition."

In the silence, Sword Douluo broke the silence. If hardness could describe a person's face, then Sword Douluo's face at this time must be extremely hard.

"Old Jian, you are crazy to break through!"

Bone Douluo lamented that he was the initiator of this incident.

When Ling Bai entered the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect's treasure house to choose a treasure, he made a bet with Sword Douluo on what Ling Bai would choose in the end. The bet was a treasure land that could temper the origin of weapons and martial souls.

In the end, Ling Bai chose the inner elixir of the Dark Devilgod Tiger instead of the ten-thousand-year-old soul bone's Cold Light Sword Shadow Mad Dragon's right arm. Bone Douluo was willing to admit defeat. The treasure land was called Thunder Dragon Valley, located within the territory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

After Sword Douluo learned about it, he immediately discussed the matter with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. The other party only had one condition: Sword Douluo did something for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect that did not violate the bottom line.

This scope is too broad. Sword Douluo's bottom line may only be the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and not killing indiscriminately.

Sword Douluo never agreed in the past, but now he suddenly relented.

"As long as you are strong enough, no one will be sacrificed."

Sword Douluo left a few words and left.

……

Wuhun City.

Yu Xiaogang, who was wearing plain clothes and plain clothes, walked into Wuhun City. With his ordinary appearance and low soul power, it was difficult for him to attract others' attention.

As the finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition were about to begin, Wuhun City was bustling with people, but Yu Xiaogang didn't look away, and without stopping for a second, he went straight to the Holy Land of Thousands of Soul Masters, the Wuhun Palace.

"Stop comers!"

The Templar Knights stopped Yu Xiaogang, and the spears in the hands of the hundreds of knights in front of the Wuhun Palace were raised at the same time, reflecting dazzling light in the sun.

"This is the Wuhun Temple. If any unknown person steps forward, they will be killed without mercy!"

Facing hundreds of Templar Knights whose strength far surpassed his own, Yu Xiaogang's expression remained as calm as before, and he raised his hand and showed his token.

A Templar knight stepped forward. When he saw clearly the six patterns with different postures engraved on the token, his majestic body trembled suddenly, and he knelt down on one knee and shouted loudly:

"See elder!"

The rest of the Templar Knights then knelt on one knee in unison. Against the background of many knights, Yu Xiaogang seemed less inconspicuous.

"I want to see the Pope."

He stated the purpose of his trip in the most concise language.

A quarter of an hour later, in the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace, Yu Xiaogang had the finest fragrant tea in front of him, but he was not in the mood to taste it. He just held the cup and waited quietly for the person to arrive.

"null--"

The white jade door opened, and a cool and melodious voice sounded from outside the hall:

"You guys stay outside and no one is allowed to disturb you without my order!"

"As ordered!"

Yu Xiaogang's palm holding the cup was a little harder, and his eyes fell on the hall door.

A stunningly beautiful woman walked in slowly. Her eyebrows were as picturesque as the distant daisy of a cold mountain. She was cold and self-possessed. Her skin was like gelatin. Her long crimson hair hung down around her waist. Her eyes were like mist in autumn water. Her lips were dotted with red lips. There was a trace between her brows that could not be concealed. The pride, the beauty seems not to belong to the world.

Yu Xiaogang is sitting, holding a cup of tea, while the woman is standing, holding a scepter.

The eyes of the two people collided naturally. For a moment, there seemed to be something more in their eyes. There were memories, regrets, pain, and more of a sense of sadness, as if they were looking back at each other many years later. The former self could only sigh and pay homage to the past.

The scepter in the woman's hand fell to the ground, making a dinging sound, which woke Yu Xiaogang up from his memories, and a smile forced his way onto his stiff face:

"You're here, how are you these past few years?"

"The Pope of Wuhun Palace is above tens of millions of people, how can I be bad? On the contrary, you are so old that I can't tell that you are Yu Xiaogang."

The stunning woman opened her lips lightly, but the words she spoke were extremely cold.

Yu Xiaogang smiled bitterly: "Twenty years have passed and I have indeed aged, but you are still so beautiful, without any change, Bibi Dong."

"Bibi Dong?"

Her plump red lips curved into a contemptuous arc, and Bibi Dong said lightly: "That name is already in the past tense. Now, please call me His Majesty the Pope."

Yu Xiaogang's hand holding the fragrant tea trembled, and he spilled the tea without realizing it. A touch of pain flowed out of his eyes. He stood up, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope..."

Looking at Yu Xiaozhang, who seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, the same pain flashed across Bibi Dong's pretty face.

Obviously he had said those four words according to her wishes, but why, she still couldn't feel happy.

There is only deep sadness...

"Come to my papal palace after 20 years, tell me, what's going on?"