Douluo: I am Bibi Dong's golden finger

Bibi Dong was suddenly startled, and immediately became concerned.

"Martial Soul's true form - the God of Dark Night!"

A huge succubus illusion appeared behind her, and the illusion materialized and enveloped Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong controlled the illusion and ran towards Qian Xunji. Just when the illusion collided with the person, she suddenly turned sideways and held the lightsaber tightly with her other hand.

Countless air currents and streams of light leaked out from the palm, and the dome of the entire Pope's Palace was lifted up.

People all over the city stopped what they were doing and looked here.

The dozen or so titled Douluo gathered in the Douluo Hall by Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo were extremely confused at this time.

What does His Majesty the Pope want to do by asking us to come here?

But a loud noise made everyone notice something unusual.

The second worshiper, Golden Crocodile Douluo, angrily said:

"What on earth are you two going to do!"

"Where is His Majesty the Pope? We want to meet the Pope!"

Sixth Enshrinement Qianjun Douluo summoned the martial spirit coiling dragon stick, stood holding the stick, and looked coldly at the playful and smiling Ju Douluo:

"For the sake of you being the elder of Wuhun Palace, if you tell me the position of the Pope's Crown Prince, I will spare your life!"

Ju Douluo was counting the time in his mind, thinking that it was time for them to witness this wonderful show, so he said:

"His Majesty the Pope - she is in the Papal Palace..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted, turned and left.

Everyone yelled and hurriedly followed.

And in the Elder's Hall.

In the worship hall thousands of meters away, an old man with white eyebrows knelt in front of a huge statue of twelve-winged angels, with a very pious expression.

But he suddenly opened his eyes and said:

"Since your Excellency is here, why not show your true face? Hiding like this is really like a thief."

When Si Qingfeng heard the sound, he appeared from the void and said hello:

"Yo, old man——"

As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve-winged angel statue in front of Qian Xunji slowly began to crack and turned into powder with a loud noise.

Qianxunji opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were horrified, but he still pretended to be calm and said:

"I don't know what your Excellency is doing here?"

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly. Although the person in front of him was extremely abnormal, he had not yet taken him seriously.

As a level 99 peerless Douluo, except for those two people on the mainland, he believed that no one could hurt him.

Si Qingfeng happily twisted up a handful of crushed powder, and the data flow in front of his eyes began to fly around. The crushed powder reassembled into a statue, which took on a new look.

The injection of Dragon God's power allowed him to initially master the ability to invade the underlying laws of the Douluo world.

Restoring items like this is only the most basic application. He can even modify the world data of the entire Pope's Palace - gravity anomalies, reconstructed light energy, etc.

If coupled with the power of angels in Qiandao Fluid, he can even simulate some low-level gods.

You know, these abilities are not even one ten thousandth of what he was at his peak, but they are used against a human being.

It’s more than enough... (Note 1)

Inside the Pope's Palace.

"Ninety percent of your divine power makes you so arrogant. Even if the real God of Angels comes, you still have to kneel down!"

Bibi Dong said disdainfully, clasping the lightsaber with one hand, and then cut the lightsaber off with an elbow.

The broken part is as smooth as a mirror, and countless strange lights and colors are contained within it.

The huge amount of soul power was released and quickly swept through the entire city. People in the city who were not strong enough to be titled Douluo were shaken to their knees by the pressure, unable to move at all.

Qian Xunji immediately suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was blown away.

Qian Xunji, who had burned all his vitality and soul power, became extremely decadent at this time.

His messy hair was stained with blood, his broken arm was shaking, and his head was hanging down, like a prodigal dog.

"Cough...cough..."

Qian Xunji raised his heavy eyelids, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You... who are you?"

After asking, he coughed a few more times.

This time, he spat out a trace of flesh and blood, and the huge impact left his body shattered.

"The Pope of Wuhun Palace - the only future emperor of Douluo Continent."

Bibi Dong looked at the blood splattered on the shoes with a look of disgust, then immediately raised her leg and kicked the opponent's chin.

"I'm going to die, there's so much nonsense."

Qian Xunji's head was broken, and he flew out of the Pope's Palace with great force, and finally fell on the long stairs outside the hall.

The remaining six level 96 peak Douluo, including the Second Enshrined Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Third Enshrined, and the Fourth Enshrined, stood on the stairs.

Behind them were seven titled Douluo-level elders from Wuhun Palace.

At this time, dozens of people stared at the rolling heads and were at a loss for a moment.

After a long time, Golden Crocodile Douluo swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty:

"This...is this the Pope's head?"

Everyone couldn't believe that the head of a level 95 titled Douluo, the owner of the Seraph Spirit, and the Pope of the Spirit Hall would roll down the stairs.

The Sixth Enshrinement Qianjun Douluo summoned the martial spirit coiling dragon stick and carefully moved his head to the front.

In an instant, countless gasping sounds sounded.

Everyone's scalps suddenly felt numb, and the same sentence popped up in their minds.

Pope Chihiro is dead!

Just when everyone was looking at each other, a voice came from the Pope's Palace:

"Elders and worshippers, why are you gathering here?"

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do for a while.

This voice is clearly that of Her Majesty the Saint of Wuhun Palace!

Could it be that……

Qian Xunji's head was placed in front of them. Even if everyone didn't believe the idea, it was still useless.

Shall we avenge His Majesty the Pope?

Just when everyone was hesitant, a figure fell from the sky.

The man in white was holding a gray-haired head in his hand, and the man threw the head in front of everyone with a smile.

The head spun on the ground, and then rolled to Golden Crocodile Douluo's feet.

This, this, this - this is a big offering!

The crowd was terrified.

The 99th-level peerless Douluo and His Highness the Great Worshiper were also beheaded!

Now, no one dares to have any other thoughts.

Even the Grand Priest and His Highness the Pope are dead, who can fight against him?

Si Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his hands and said with a smile:

"His Royal Highness the Pope has a question for you."

The few people present were all human beings, so how could they not understand the meaning of this statement.

Tuoba Xi, the elder of Wuhun Palace, the leader of the Holy Dragon Sect, said bravely:

"Just now, something strange happened in the whole city. We were worried about the safety of His Majesty the Pope, so..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted:

"Thank you for your concern. Now please move to Douluo Hall. After I take a bath and change clothes, I will inherit the throne."

Everyone suddenly felt their mouths were a little dry, and they all subconsciously licked their lips and swallowed.

Ju Douluo was ecstatic and said hurriedly:

"Congratulations to His Majesty the Pope on your successful enthronement! The entire continent will be bathed in your glory!"

After saying that, one after another strange eyes looked at him, but he didn't take it to heart at all.

After a long time, Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was the second worshipper, opened his mouth and said:

"In that case, we will wait for His Highness the Pope in the Douluo Palace..."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Seeing this, the other titled Douluo sighed inwardly and followed behind.

"It's good that both father and son returned the home."

Si Qingfeng looked at the two heads on the ground and suddenly said something.

Before everyone could leave, they couldn't help but stumble upon hearing this.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's face became even more ugly.