Two days later…

Wuhun City, Pope’s Palace!

Bibi Dong stood quietly in the empty hall, overlooking the entire Wuhun City through the window!

However, at this time, her expression was a little confused and her pupils were a little dizzy!

"Your Majesty, I'm back..."

A deep voice came from outside the hall, awakening Bibi Dong who was wandering in the sky.

"Come in!"

Without turning around, Bibi Dong responded calmly!

The heavy side door opened, and a figure floated in quietly!

"Your Majesty!"

Standing five meters away from Bibi Dong, Ghost Douluo lowered his head and tried his best to appear respectful.

"how?"

The window reflected the illusory figure of Ghost Douluo. After Bibi Dong glanced at it, her red lips slightly opened!

Ghost Douluo quickly straightened his body and said in a relaxed tone: "Everything went well. Yang Wushuang not only killed the fifth elder of the Haotian Sect, but also killed his grandson. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Humph, he knows what's going on!" A sneer appeared on his face, and Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction!

Although she had promised to free Yang Wushuang as long as he killed ten direct members of the Haotian Sect at will, if Yang Wushuang really cheated and hunted those little-known people, Bibi Dong would never do it

Let him go easily.

"Hey, this Yang Wushuang has a deep grudge against the Haotian Sect. I prepared several candidates for him, but he chose the fifth elder of the Haotian Sect who is the strongest and has half a foot in the realm of Titled Douluo!" Shake

After shaking his head, Ghost Douluo said with some regret.

"Humph, he is handing over his name to us. Back then, he was willing to endure the pain of bereavement and stay in Wuhun Hall for the sake of the Po clan. Now, he is also afraid that we will be detrimental to the Po clan, so he does not care about his life.

Danger, choose to take risks!" Taking a deep breath, the sneer on Bibi Dong's face gradually faded, and there was an inexplicable look in her eyes.

"Ha... He is quite sensible. Your Majesty, the fifth elder of the Haotian Sect was killed for no reason. I am afraid that the first thing they thought of was us. So should we..."

"No hurry, just wait!" Waving her hand, Bibi Dong looked out the window meaningfully, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth: "Let the matter ferment for a while, they will not know that an elder has already

He died inexplicably, and even if they found out, with their shrinking personalities, they wouldn't take any action. At most, they would restrain the tribesmen from going out easily and let Yang Wushuang kill a few more people. I'll see what they can do.

When they can no longer bear it, they will spread the news!"

"Uh... Your Majesty..." He hesitated and looked at Bibi Dong. Ghost Douluo had a question in his mind, but he didn't know whether he should ask it.

"What's wrong?" Bibi Dong looked back and glanced at Ghost Douluo, his face darkened.

"Your Majesty..." When Bibi Dong looked at him like this, Gui Douluo felt a chill on his back. He swallowed and asked cautiously: "Logically speaking, everyone outside thought that Yang Wushuang had already died."

He was killed in the original siege, and now he suddenly appears again and kills people from the Haotian Sect. I think everyone will think that he has taken refuge with us, so..."

"Are you afraid that Haotian Sect will blame this debt on us?"

"My Majesty Mingjian, although those people in Haotian Sect are a little timid, their brains should not be broken. Besides, if we spread the news and Yang Wushuang bites back, then..."

"Haha, Elder Ghost, you think too highly of those people from the Haotian Sect!" Shaking her head, Bibi Dong sneered: "So what if they guessed that we were behind the scenes? This is a fact, but they dare to come here.

Are we in trouble?"

"Uh..." Hearing this, Ghost Douluo was stunned. Bibi Dong's words left him speechless!

"Hmph, at first the Haotian Sect claimed to have over ten thousand soul masters under it, enough to compete with the Wuhun Palace, but so what? They gave up before fighting. In order to survive, they not only expelled Tang Hao from the sect, but also expelled all the subordinates in one fell swoop.

The sect and the soul masters who were attached to them were completely wiped out. This was the fashion in the past, let alone now. If they really have the courage to challenge Wuhun Palace, then they are not the Haotian Sect, and I don’t need to make unnecessary use of the broken clan.

Go and seduce them!"

"Uh..." Looking at Bibi Dong blankly, Ghost Douluo quickly realized that the fact was indeed as the Pope said. With the shy character of Haotian Sect, I am afraid that even if he knew that Wuhun Palace was instigating Yang behind his back,

Wushuang kills people, but in the end they will vent their anger on the Po clan.

"Sigh... What a pity for a fierce martial spirit like the Clear Sky Hammer..." Sighing, Ghost Douluo shook his head sadly.

The Clear Sky Hammer is known as the most powerful weapon spirit in the mainland, and among all the weapon spirits, it has the reputation of being the most powerful.

When Tang Chen came out of nowhere, with his Clear Sky Hammer, he conquered countless people and raised his family to the top of the three sects in one fell swoop.

pity……

Tiger father and dog son, each generation is worse than the last!

Without the Tang Dynasty's Haotian Sect, it only had an empty name and an empty appearance. It had long lost the momentum of the first sect in the world in the past.

The only one who gave birth to a man with outstanding talent, Tang Hao, was eventually expelled from the sect!

"Elder Ghost..."

"Hmm...ah..."

Ghost Douluo said "Ah", and instantly came back from his thoughts, and asked: "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

"There is no need to follow Yang Wushuang in the future. You only need to provide him with the hunting list. As for who he wants to kill, there is no need to worry about who he wants to kill. As for when the news will be released, wait and see what Haotian Sect has

Whatever action they take, maybe, without us taking action, they will follow the clues to find the Shangpo clan..."

…

Inside the Monta del Rift Valley!

The vast forest is lined with green trees and filled with fresh air.

At this time, Yang Pojun was sweating profusely and hiding in a cave. The entrance of the cave had been sealed by him with several huge rocks.

Absorbing soul rings alone in the soul beast forest, even if Yang Pojun felt that he was the son of destiny, he would not dare to greet the King of Hell so openly!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Therefore, for safety reasons, he chose the location to absorb the soul ring in a remote cave, and spent half a day cleaning up the blood stains outside.

In case any soul beast smells the blood and comes looking for it, a huge stone will come to seal the entrance of the cave.

At this time, a bonfire had been lit in the cave. Not far away, there was a dying spirit beast with a body length of three meters, antlers like a deer, a head like a camel, ears like a cat, and eyes like a shrimp, lying on the ground weakly.

This is one of the purposes of his trip, a 64,000-year-old soul beast swallowing the sky!

According to normal circumstances, with Yang Pojun's current strength, he can completely absorb soul beasts of a higher age. However, after wandering around the Montadel Rift Valley for two days in a row, he finally discovered that this beast was the same as his martial soul.

Matching, Tun Tianhuan, who is over 60,000 years old.

But this time, Yang Pojun did not use the spring water of the Ice and Fire Eyes. Relying on his killing field and his strong cultivation, he spent half a day to severely injure a 60,000-year-old soul beast.

The reason why he did not use the spring water of the Ice and Fire Eyes was firstly because he wanted to see where his current limit was, and secondly, he still remembered his original guess and imagined that he could discover the secret of smelting martial souls in a life-and-death fight.

But it was a pity that until I severely injured Tun Tianhuan, the martial spirit was still the same martial spirit without any trace of change.

Of course, Yang Pojun was not discouraged. After all, this was just his conjecture. It was not certain whether it would work or not. He was just crossing the river by feeling the stones. It would be great if it worked, but it didn't matter if he didn't.

Just keep exploring.

Fortunately, although his second goal was not achieved, he now has a clearer understanding of his own combat effectiveness.

At the peak state of the Soul King, with the blessing of the head soul bone, the external soul bone, and the killing field, the 60,000-year-old soul beast is far from reaching the limit that it can bear.

Yang Pojun felt that if he broke through to the soul emperor realm, it would be easy to deal with a soul beast under 70,000 years old.

As for more than 70,000 years?

Seventy thousand years of fierce fighting, eighty thousand years of fighting to the death, ninety thousand years of retreating and fighting, one hundred thousand years of standing aside and fighting, one million years of rebirth and fighting again...

After playing silently for a while, Yang Pojun, who was leaning against the boulder, glanced at the dying soul beast and regained his strength while breathing evenly.

He already has a lot of experience in absorbing soul rings across levels. However, most of the time in the past, he absorbed them through the eyes of ice and fire. But this time, without the protection of the eyes of ice and fire, it was also a completely new experience for him.

challenges.

After everything was prepared, he took a deep breath, and the Blood Dragon Soul-Shocking Spear slowly emerged. He raised his hand, lowered the gun, and the sharp blade in his hand penetrated deeply from the wound below Wannian Tiantianhuan's neck.

Ending the life of this powerful soul beast.

Under the illumination of the bonfire, a circle of dark black energy slowly overflowed from Tun Tianhuan's body, and after a while, it condensed into a black light.

"Roar--"

In the dark, Yang Pojun seemed to hear a roar that resounded through the sky.

Then, the black halo slowly approached Yang Pojun with majestic energy...

For two hours, the bonfire in the cave had long been extinguished. In this dark world where he couldn't even see his fingers, Yang Pojun was sweating like rain, and veins popped up on his forehead.

The energy kept eroding his soul.

Finally, all the energy in the body merged into one, turning into a pure soul power and completely integrated into the body. After exhaling a breath of turbid air, Yang Pojun slowly opened his eyes.

Drawn by the energy, the martial soul appeared out of thin air, and then six soul rings appeared one by one in the darkness.

Purple, purple, black, black, black, black,

The six soul rings were quietly stagnating at different locations on his body.

The strange thing is that the soul ring does not have any rhythm, it just floats quietly in mid-air, emitting a faint brilliance, and the surrounding darkness even changes color due to the rendering of this colorful light.
To be continued...