The Mark Of My Heavenly Heart! Devour Myriad Worlds, The Universe Ascends

Wuhun City, Pope's Palace.

A large conference table was filled with people.

Each of them exuded strong soul power fluctuations, and their soul rings shone with great power.

Astonishingly, they were the elders of Wuhun Palace.

They are all titled Douluo above level 90.

It can be said that he is a figure who stands at the top of Wuhun Continent.

Long table as main seat.

A woman is sitting.

Her skin is snow-white and her eyes are indifferent. The nine-curved purple gold crown on her head exudes bright light. She holds a scepter inlaid with countless gems. She has a noble and elegant temperament.

This woman is the contemporary Pope of Wuhun Palace, Bibi Dong.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was depressing.

Because the final decisive battle between the Tiandou Alliance and Tang San is coming.

This is an Apex Level collision between several Great Emperor countries. Both sides have invested hundreds of thousands of troops and countless high-level soul masters.

Whoever wins in the end will become the master of Wuhun Continent.

There is no room for them to act without caution.

And when many senior officials of Wuhun Palace were discussing tactics.

The void above suddenly cracked open.

Several uninvited guests have already arrived.

"who!"

Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed and she suddenly shouted in surprise.

At the same time, several titled Douluo present also noticed the intrusion of outsiders and suddenly raised their heads to look.

I saw a group of several people slowly walking out of the void.

One of the two leaders was an old man wearing gray clothes and looking plain.

The other person is a burly man with a tall body that gives people a strong sense of oppression.

Without exception, there was no soul power fluctuation in any of them.

It seems that he is no different from a mortal who has never practiced cultivation.

However, someone who could quietly sneak into the Pope's Palace, the headquarters of their Spirit Hall, must not be an ordinary person.

"Who is the Pope of Wuhun Palace?"

The ancestor of the Golden Crow took a step, glanced at everyone, and said indifferently.

"I am!"

Bibi Dong winked at Hu Liena, the elders and others beside her, then narrowed her narrow eyes, stood up and asked, "Who are you, and why did you break into my Spirit Hall headquarters?"

"We are here to preach in this world on the orders of the Heavenly Emperor."

The ancestor of the Golden Crow had no expression on his face and responded lightly.

"What Heavenly Emperor?"

"I've never heard of it, what kind of preaching is it?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with golden light, revealing cold murderous intent.

The powerful soul power of level ninety-eight spread instantly, and the true form of the martial soul behind him was also looming.

It seemed that if they disagreed, they would go up and kill these uninvited guests.

"Ants dare to make noise!"

"Say another word and I will kill you!"

The ancestor of the Golden Crow glared at him fiercely, with demonic flames billowing into the sky.

"Ants?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed angrily, with murderous intent on his face.

"Haha, after so many years, no one has dared to talk to me like this!"

He is the most senior priest in Wuhun Hall, and even Qian Daoliu has to give him three points.

The dignified ninety-eighth level peak Douluo of the attack system is now called an ant.

How could he endure it?

The next moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly burst into action.

Nine soul rings appeared from behind him, intertwining into several kinds of brilliant light, which was intimidating and oppressive.

Immediately afterwards, the powerful soul power instantly transformed into a huge phantom-like crocodile. It was golden and glowing, and carried a huge roar that threatened the spiritual power, and swept towards the Golden Crow Ancestor.

"Hmph, you are not overestimating your own abilities!"

The ancestor of the Golden Crow snorted coldly and stood still, unmoving.

Just by squinting his eyes, waves of majestic spiritual power poured out like a mountain falling apart.

"Boom——"

How terrifying is Quasi-Emperor Ninth Layer's divine thoughts?

One thought can turn mountains and one thought overturn seas. It is definitely not a lie.

Directly with a devastating posture, all the offensives in front of him were destroyed.

What kind of soul ring, what kind of martial soul avatar, was so fragile that it exploded on the spot.

As if being hit hard, Golden Crocodile Douluo spurted out blood, and his whole body flew backwards, hitting the wall heavily, creating a huge deep pit.

"What!"

"How can this be?"

Bibi Dong, Hu Liena, and several other titled Douluo in the hall were all shocked by the strength displayed by the Golden Crow Ancestor.

Who is this person?

Standing there without moving, he beat the ninety-eighth-level Golden Crocodile elder half to death.

It really subverted their cognition.

I couldn't help but feel a chill from head to toe.

"Ah..." Golden Crocodile Douluo screamed as he fell in a pool of blood.

At this moment, a look of deep fear appeared on his face, which was completely different from his previous domineering look.

At this time, the eyes of the Golden Crow Ancestor flickered a few times and pointed towards him.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Several blood-stained soul bones were forcibly separated from Golden Crocodile Douluo's body and floated into the air.

"Aren't these the bones of those strange beasts in the forest?"

"You people here actually integrate this kind of garbage into your body, making you no longer human and ghost."

"What a crude cultivation method."

The ancestor of the Golden Crow looked disdainful, and then stretched out his hand again.

"Boom——"

Several pieces of soul bones exploded on the spot, not even fragments left.

And the Golden Crocodile Douluo also screamed and died on the spot because his soul bone was deprived of him. His soul ring exploded.

Added together, it's just a matter of counting breaths.

A top ninety-eight-level titled Douluo died.

Suddenly, an oppressive and suffocating sense of fear filled everyone in Wuhun Hall.

Even the contemporary Pope Bibi Dong felt a deep sense of powerlessness and fear after seeing the methods of the person in front of him.

Although she has level 99 soul power, the strength she can exert now is not much different from that of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

If it were her, she would only be killed instantly.

At this moment, the entire Wuhun Hall was silent.

Everyone was as silent as a cicada, not daring to say anything.

"Pope, right? Now, can we talk?"

The ancestor of the Golden Crow looked down at the woman with stern eyes, and said coldly.

Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and responded with a slightly trembling tone: "Yes."

"Please take a seat, please."

Immediately, the ancestor of the Golden Crow, Gai Jiuyou, and several other Great Saints were not polite, and sat down in front of the long conference table with a golden sword.