Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

Taking a deep breath and slowly calming down the anger in his heart, Yang Pojun raised his head and looked at Bibi Dong firmly and calmly: "His Majesty, can you give me a day to recover from my injury?"

Seeing Yang Pojun's unusually calm look, Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat, as if something was about to be lost, and a bad premonition slowly came to mind.

"You don't really want to commit suicide, do you?"

"Of course not!" Yang Pojun smiled mockingly!

Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with uncertainty, and her intuition was not wrong, although the aura of death coming out of the boy in front of her was too strong: "It's not the best, boy, I advise you not to have that kind of thought. , your life or death is no longer up to you. Even if you want to die, you have to get my consent. If I don’t agree, you don’t even have a chance to commit suicide. If you don’t believe me, you can try it!”

Yang Pojun said calmly: "Your Majesty, please rest assured. Suicide is only for cowards. There are no cowards in the Po clan!"

After saying that, Yang Pojun turned around and sat down against the stone wall. He stopped looking at Bibi Dong and started to meditate on his own!

The cloudy look on her face gradually became thicker. Bibi Dong slowly put her hands behind her back, and her tone softened a bit as she spoke, "Don't worry, I won't destroy your cultivation. Not only that, I will You are also allowed to practice in the Wuhun Palace, and the soul rings will be properly arranged for you. If you can defeat me one day, then you can regain your freedom!"

As if he didn't hear Bibi Dong's words, Yang Pojun closed his eyes, without any emotion on his face.

Looking at the unmoved Yang Pojun, Bibi Dongdai frowned slightly, and the bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

To be honest, she was very familiar with this stubborn character. Wasn't that person just like him back then?

After looking at Yang Pojun with complicated eyes, Bibi Dong sighed silently in his heart!

the next day!

After a night of meditation, Yang Pojun's injuries had recovered as before. His full soul power and full spirit gave him a feeling of being reborn.

At this time, a bonfire had been lit in the cave at some point, and Bibi Dong was sitting cross-legged on the other side of the bonfire.

A yellow suckling pig was placed on the scorching flame, and the aroma was permeating the air. The fat slid down the suckling pig, and sparks suddenly appeared.

Smelling the rich aroma, Yang Pojun couldn't help but swallow. The suckling pig had obviously been roasted for a long time. Just by smelling it, Yang Pojun felt his stomach growl.

As if sensing something, at the same time Yang Pojun woke up, Bibi Dong also opened her eyes.

"Now that you're awake? Let's eat quickly!"

After casting a glance at Bibi Dong, Yang Pojun was not polite. He stood up and walked to the bonfire in two steps. Regardless of whether it was hot or not, he pulled off a pig leg and started to chew on it. The fragrant and tender pork almost melted in his mouth. As I swallowed it one bite at a time, the warm feeling continued to spread from my stomach to my whole body, making me feel indescribably comfortable.

It has to be said that as the high-ranking Pope of Wuhun Palace, Yang Pojun really didn't expect that Bibi Dong could actually make such delicious food!

Half an hour later, looking at the pile of bones scattered on the ground, Yang Pojun burped with satisfaction!

Only then did he react and looked at Bibi Dong with an embarrassed look on his face: "Your Majesty..."

"I have already eaten!"

As if he knew what Yang Pojun was going to say, Bibi Dongguan smiled!

"Now that you've finished eating, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, Bibi Dong patted the dust on her body, stood up, and walked out of the cave first.

Looking at Bibi Dong quietly, Yang Pojun followed calmly.

"Your Majesty!"

After walking out of the cave and taking a deep breath, Yang Pojun suddenly called out to Bibi Dong. At this moment, his black eyes had no emotion, but were very deep.

Turning around, she saw that Yang Pojun suddenly seemed to have changed. Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat. The ominous premonition made her tremble!

"Although I know I can't beat you, I still want to give it a last try. The Po clan only has members who stand and die, and there are absolutely no wimps who grovel. Yang Pojun, martial soul, blood dragon soul-shaking gun, level 38 attack system War Spirit Master, I request a battle with you!"

To be honest, Bibi Dong's words yesterday greatly stimulated his emotions. An unprecedented sense of humiliation made him feel that his dignity had been trampled on. It was impossible for him to do Canary without dying. will do.

suicide?

That's what cowards do!

Even if a man dies, he must die on the way to charge.

Since Bibi Dong refuses to let herself go, let's use this battle to end her life.

Looking at Yang Pojun's firm eyes, Bibi Dong sighed slowly: "Why are you doing this? I'm just restricting your freedom, I'm not trying to kill you!"

Bibi Dong clearly felt that Yang Pojun's aura had changed slightly. His face without any emotion, and his clear eyes revealed an unusual indifference, as if... he had seen through life and death.

On the other side, Yang Pojun had summoned his martial spirit at this time, and paused heavily with the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun in his hand. Amidst the roar, the ground within a radius of five meters centered on his body cracked at the same time, and a powerful momentum Mixed with overwhelming fighting spirit, he stared at Bibi Dong with twinkling eyes.

Yang Pojun's overbearing determination made Bibi Dong slightly distracted, and he subconsciously said: "Compared with life, do you really long for freedom?"

Yang Pojun smiled calmly, "I saw how charming the green mountains were, and I expected them to be so. I didn't see the green mountains until they were old, but I expected them to be still enchanting. The moment I knew your identity, I knew the final outcome. It's just that I didn't expect that you would spare me over and over again. You can say that I don't know what is good or bad, but if a person loses his freedom, it is no different from losing his soul. But these are not the same. It’s important. Your identity determines your stance. It’s my honor to die in the hands of the Pope.”

"You..." The anger in Bibi Dong's chest was finally completely ignited. All she wanted was to comfort the pain that had been hidden in her heart for many years, but Yang Pojun was as stubborn as that person before?

With a trace of resentment, Bibi Dong looked at Yang Pojun with disappointment. However, at this moment, she was horrified to find that Yang Pojun's whole body was suddenly wrapped in a white energy, and a vigorous... The life force spurted out from his body!

That's right, it's not soul power, but the weird power of life!

In this strange state, Yang Pojun's aura increased to a level that should not have appeared on him.

Poof, suddenly, Yang Pojun spurted out a mouthful of blood. As the blood gushed out, Yang Pojun suddenly glowed with surging soul power, and a wild look suddenly broke out in his originally calm eyes.

At the same time, the long black hair on his head was also changing into snow-white silver at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the heartbreaking pain in his body caused his body to spasm uncontrollably, Yang Pojun's iron will did not waver at all.

Looking at Yang Pojun's wild gaze, Bibi Dong's face suddenly turned ugly. She could deeply feel that Yang Pojun was constantly overdrawing his life force in an unknown way.

"Stop it, do you want your life?"

Although she was a little angry with Yang Pojun, Bibi Dong was still a little panicked when she saw that he was willing to sacrifice his life in exchange for a short-term improvement in strength.