Douluo's opening send-off system

In the Sunset Forest, there is a messy place in a low-lying area. The soil on the ground has been turned up, and dozens of big trees surrounded by people have been broken at the waist, uprooted, or toppled over.

In the middle of the mess, there was a shadow saber-tooth tiger that was more than seventy meters long and five meters tall even when it was lying on the ground.

The Shadow Saber Tooth Tiger had a pair of saber teeth, one of which was pressed down by the huge head and inserted into the ground, while the other saber tooth was missing.

The Shadow Sabretooth Tiger had a short-handled sword stuck in its forehead, and a thin figure sat cross-legged on its forehead.

The blue-haired man in snow clothes has light blue fluorescence flickering on and off, and a small pink face that is sometimes rosy and sometimes twisted, and the two expressions alternate between on and off.

Not far away, there was a feminine man with waist-length blond hair, wearing golden leather armor, pinching his orchid fingers, and wearing high heels, leaning against a tree.

Well, this person should be a man, or he used to be a man!

"Old ghost, do you think the Holy Son is taking too many risks? That is a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast!"

The chrysanthemum monster said to the ghost hiding in the darkness next to him with a worried look on his face.

The ghost lowered his eyes and tried to answer in the calmest words: "No one can violate His Majesty the Pope's will!"

Juhua opened her mouth, finally sighed, closed her eyes, and turned her head away from looking at Han Wuyi.

Yue Guan still had a good impression of this holy son who looked at him with pure eyes and no trace of contempt or disgust.

Especially since Han Wuyi was four years old, he has been greeting all the titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace without hesitation. Although many people are concerned about Han Wuyi's life experience, they all have great love for this child.

Even with a large salary, he no longer looked at him coldly at first. I just don't understand why the Pope is so hard-hearted...

In fact, it was Han Wuyi's request to absorb the ten-thousand-year soul ring. Bibi Dong's initial words were to let Yue Guan and Gui Mei hunt for a thousand-year soul ring for Han Wuyi, and experiment to see if they could break the maximum number of years for the first soul ring to be absorbed. .

However, Han Wuyi directly increased his level by absorbing the ten thousand year soul ring.

If he succeeds, his starting point will be difficult for others to reach throughout his life.

Defeat, once and for all, it's over. Anyway, I died once, so I don't care anymore!

But if he really didn't care, he could have just committed suicide when he was being bullied in the Wuhun Palace. Why would he have to suffer until the day when the Wuhun awakens?

boom! boom! boom!

Several explosions were heard, and blood mist exploded from Han Wuyi's body. His white clothes were instantly stained with blood. His small body fell from the tiger's head and rolled down. Strangely, he lay on the ground, Han Wuyi, whose eyes were closed and his face was covered with blood, was actually smiling.

The snow clothes are stained with blood and the makeup is red, and the feet are walking on dead bones to accompany the Shinto.

The gears of destiny began to turn, and the giant ship carrying Han Wuyi's true spirit sailed from the river of destiny to an unknown direction.

Hearing the explosions, Yue Guan hurriedly turned around, and the ghost raised his head. He only had time to see a cloud of blood mist floating away, and then looked at Han Wuyi who had fallen to the ground.

"Let's bury the Holy Son properly before going back!" the ghost said.

Yue Guan nodded and walked towards Han Wuyi.

They all knew that if they took Han Wuyi back, they might just throw it away casually, and no one would even cover their faces and bones.

No one dares!

Yue Guan didn't mind being dirty, so he bent down and picked up Han Wuyi. He let out a light sigh, and then put his ear against Han Wuyi's chest.

Bang…………Bang……

A weak heartbeat entered Yue Guan's mind. Yue Guan smiled, raised his head and shouted to the ghost with a trembling voice: "Old ghost, the Holy Son is still alive!"

Half of Yue Guan's face was covered in blood, and he looked extremely terrifying. Especially the words he shouted made the ghost tremble!