Douluo's ascent to Qingming

Soul fighting arena, VIP room. .

There are two people sitting opposite each other in this VIP room, and between them there is a dark-colored table with a teapot placed on it. The tea inside makes a small amount of water vapor come out of the spout, accompanied by the fragrance, which is quite pleasant for a while. .

Both of them were wearing black robes, their faces hidden under hoods. One of them was holding a black book in his hand, while the other had a machete across his knees, covered in blood-red rust.

Although their faces cannot be seen clearly, their bodies have distinct features that can be remembered at a glance.

One tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

It was two people named Luo Yi and Sha Er who were asking for tea from Su Xiaodao.

They did not spread the doctrine as they said, but came to the soul fighting field and watched the soul fighting match between Su Xiaodao and Shui Mingshi.

"How about it, is it him?" Sha Er asked, his voice was flat and without any fluctuations, and there was a clicking sound with every word he spat out.

"Don't be anxious, let's take another look." Luo Yi waved his hand, signaling Sha Er to calm down, "This matter is not urgent, let me observe it for a while."

After hearing this, Sha Er slowly rubbed the rust of the machete with his fingers, while Luo Yi stared closely at the Soul Fighting Platform.

When he saw the mask of sorrow on Su Xiaodao's face, he was suddenly surprised and said, "He is indeed destined to my God! With such aura and behavior, he should fall into the arms of my God, listen to my God's teachings, and spread my God's glory!" !”

The more Luo Yi talked, the more excited he became, and in the end he started dancing, very crazy.

Until he saw the true fire of the sun, the guy's movements instantly froze, and his voice was lost. He was like a duck being strangled by the throat, making intermittently monosyllabic, meaningless tones.

"Heh...heh..." Luo Yi sat on the sofa dejectedly and said hoarsely, "Why? You have such terrifying qualifications, but you control such evil things, my God! You Are you kidding me?"

"Tell me! Tell me!! My God, what should I do to lead this poor child back from the evil path and give him the most correct guidance, so that he can understand how stupid the path he is taking is!"

Luo Yi held his head and groaned in pain.

He seemed to have been abandoned, his body curled up together, his hood shaking from time to time, and he kept making weird accents.

Sha Er ignored him and just wiped the machete over and over again.

After a while, Luo Yi returned to normal. He sat on the sofa again, opened the black book, and murmured to himself: "My God, please send down your will and tell me what I should do now. "

The black book clattered as Luo Yi quickly flipped through it.

The texture of each page of this black book is very delicate, and there are some white flakes on the surface. It looks like the bones of some kind of animal are finely polished.

Luo Yi suddenly stopped browsing, touched it with his fingers, then spread it out and gently placed it on the table.

There are no words in the book. When you look at it, it is all delicate and white.

This black book is the medium for Luo Yi to communicate with the god he believes in. He was able to come to Soto City and meet Su Xiaodao because his god guided him to do so through the black book.

If Luo Yi wants to take the initiative to communicate with God, he must use his own blood and essence as a guide and soul fragments as a sacrifice before he can talk to God.

He bit his finger and forced the blood to drip onto the white paper of the black book. The splashed blood formed a bright red blood flower, which contrasted with the delicate white of snow, making it look particularly poignant.

After doing this, he took out the wooden bottle from his arms and shook it, his face full of intoxication.

"You can contribute to God, and maybe you will always be by God's side. This is really your blessing."

The wooden bottle in Luo Yi's hand shook repeatedly, but it was firmly grasped by Luo Yi.

"There's no rush." ​​Laughter came from under Luo Yi's hood, "Don't be in a hurry, everyone here will be favored by my god. Once you see the power of my god, I promise that you will not be disappointed. of."

"The struggle is so fierce." Luo paused, and after a while, his tone became excited again, "Ah! I know, it must be because he is going to see my god, and he can't suppress his excitement. mood."

"My horse, my horse will let you see my god!"

He pulled out the cork and poured the contents into the black book.

The liquid that flowed out was pure white, and human faces kept emerging from it. These faces were of both men and women, old and young. They all showed ferocious expressions, their mouths opened wide, and they roared silently.

When the liquid composed of these souls fell on the black book, the black book suddenly glowed with a coquettish purple light, condensed into a large mouth with interlocking canines, and swallowed.

When Luo emptied the wooden bottle, the big mouth burped and disappeared.

Luo Daxi was so happy that he quickly picked up the black book and put it against his forehead. His consciousness sank in and he communicated with the God he believed in.

This big mouth is the bridge that connects you to the gods every time. Only by feeding this big mouth can it escort you to the realm of the gods and communicate with the gods.

After Luo Yi's consciousness sank in, Sha Er stopped wiping the machete.

This person's eyes were fixed on Su Xiaodao, who was holding a spear in the Soul Fighting Platform, "I don't know, how does he feel when cutting? Is it any different from that group of people?"

His hood moved, and the head inside the hood tilted his head.

Sha Er raised his arm slightly, revealing the palm hidden under his robe, and took it to the teacup in front of him.

His hands were withered, and the joints of the hand bones could be seen under the dry skin. Rather than being called hands, it would be more appropriate to call them claws.

Just at this moment, Luo Yi woke up and started to spin.

He closed the black book and held it carefully. Seeing Sha Er's actions, he said helplessly: "You can't drink, so don't take it."

"Oh..." Shaer's hand retracted.

"Can I chop him? Luo Yi." Sha Er said, pointing at Su Xiaodao.

"No." Luo Yiyi said: "At least not now."

"It's a pity that such a good talent and beautiful jade has no chance to meet my god." Luo Yi sighed softly and said with great pity.

He mentioned this man to God, but God rejected him without hesitation.

"Why?" Sha Er asked. At this time, he turned his hood slightly and faced Su Xiaodao at the Soul Fighting Stage.

"Because God said that there are two people in this world who are from the outside world. One is the person chosen by the gods, and the other is the person from the outside world. We cannot act rashly now. We have to observe whether this guy is that person. one."

"Why, God, doesn't come down to identify it himself."

"The God Realm has its own rules. No God can easily enter the realm. Moreover, if God has to do everything by himself, then what should we do? Besides, this is an opportunity. God generously gives us the opportunity to express ourselves. .”

"Oh......"

Luo Yi took one last look at Su Xiaodao and left with Sha Er. The prying eyes that Su Xiaodao felt were exactly those of the two.

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