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"Your Holiness, we at the Butian Pavilion have no intention of becoming enemies with your Spirit Hall."
At this moment, Leng Yaozhu, who was between Leng Yulai and Du Bu Si, spoke.
"There are no rare treasures or soul beasts appearing here. It's just that someone in this pavilion is cultivating here."
Leng Yaozhu looked at Bibi Dong calmly.
"But if the Pope continues to be so aggressive, then I, the Butian Pavilion, will not be afraid of anything."
Arrogant!
Very arrogant!
Everyone looked at Leng Yaozhu and Bibi Dong, two stunning women, with strange eyes.
Only one palm could reveal Leng Yaozhu's strength.
Even if one cannot tell Leng Yaozhu's strength, a Titled Douluo with exaggerated spirit ring configurations around her can guess a thing or two.
Bibi Dong's face was gloomy. No one had dared to talk to her like this for many years.
It has been many years since anyone dared to threaten the Spirit Hall like this.
"Sister, why are you talking nonsense with these people?"
Leng Yulai showed a look of disdain.
"Apart from that Pope, the other two are only Titled Douluo at level ninety-five and ninety-three."
"We can take care of it as we please, why should we be so polite to them?"
Everyone's face suddenly showed an expression of watching a good show.
As for Bibi Dong, her expression was even uglier.
"presumptuous!"
Yue Guan on the side couldn't help but said sternly.
"I think you are the one who is being presumptuous!"
A cold light flashed in Leng Yulai's eyes, and he stretched out his hand and fanned towards Yue Guan in mid-air.
Her martial soul, the Dark Phoenix, already possesses some spatial attributes.
"Bang!"
The soul power fluctuations of this slap actually passed through the space directly and hit Yue Guan's face hard, beyond everyone's expectations.
Even Bibi Dong didn't react.
How could a 95-level Yue Guan be able to withstand a slap from a 98-level Titled Douluo?
Yue Guan groaned at that moment, and his body was blown away like a kite with a broken string.
In full view of everyone, the Titled Douluo elder of the Spirit Hall was slapped away in front of the Pope.
This isn't a slap in the face of Chrysanthemum Douluo, this is a slap in the ass of the Spirit Hall!
"It seems that you, the Butian Pavilion, really don't take our Spirit Hall seriously."
Bibi Dong said sternly.
Nine soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red appeared one by one under his feet.
No matter what, Bibi Dong has twin martial souls and has inherited the position of Rakshasa.
In terms of background alone, with her soul power at level 99, she is indeed stronger than Leng Yulai and Du Busi.
"The Pope is joking. The world of soul masters is based on strength."
"It's a bit ridiculous for someone like you, the Pope, to say something like, 'I don't care about it, I don't care about it.'"
Leng Yaozhu shook her head, her expression still calm.
At the same time, nine soul rings appeared under her feet.
Black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red, orange and gold.
The powerful aura of the ninety-nine-level demigod directly collided with the aura of Bibi Dong!
How terrifying is the aura of two level ninety-nine Titled Douluo?
The soul masters in the field whose strength had not reached level 95 or above suddenly groaned, feeling that the soul power in their bodies had come to a certain stagnation.
Most people even knelt down under such pressure, unable to even lift their heads.
The Titled Douluo above level 95 were also forced back several steps by the airflow between the two powerful auras.
"Where on earth did the Butian Pavilion come up with so many powerful Titled Douluo?"
Ning Fengzhi, who was trying his best to resist the pressure from the two Titled Douluo, was already beginning to doubt his life.
"And what is this orange-gold soul ring?"
"I don't know, but it should be some kind of existence with a spirit ring above 100,000 years."
A solemn look flashed across Chen Xin's face.
"Uncle Sword, I always thought that the Butian Pavilion could compete with the Spirit Hall."
Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly.
"But now it seems that I was wrong."
"In terms of high-level combat power, the Butian Pavilion is even above the Spirit Hall."
"If this continues, it's hard to say who our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's biggest enemy will be."
There was no way. The situation developed too quickly, which was beyond Ning Fengzhi's expectations.
Bibi Dong's mood is also very complicated now, and she is in a difficult situation.
In order to suppress the negative emotions of the Rakshasa God, she could only exert the strength of the peak level 98 at most.
Otherwise there is a risk of losing control.
However, the strength of the woman in front of him would be difficult to deal with even if he were in his prime.
Especially now.
"Grandpa Qingluan, please go and help her."
Qian Renxue in the crowd pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and said to Qingluan Douluo.
"I?"
Qingluan smiled bitterly.
"I am no match for those three Title Douluo."
"The two on either side should be level 98 Titled Douluo."
"The woman in the middle should be an unrivaled expert whose strength has reached level ninety-nine."
Having said this, Qingluan sighed.
"With such an existence, I'm afraid only the Great Priests in our Spirit Hall can contend with one or two of them."
Qian Renxue's expression changed when she heard this.
Including the Sky-lifting Douluo who had injured her grandfather before, and the Holy Spirit Douluo who possessed the angel spirit.
Now, a female Douluo at level ninety-nine appeared before him.
Damn, did all the Titled Douluo of the Butian Pavilion grow out of the ground?
Before this, there were only three ninety-nine peerless Douluo on the continent!
A soul master in a black robe, whose age and gender could not be identified, looked at Bibi Dong and Leng Yaozhu in the sky with fear.
"snort!"
The man snorted coldly and disappeared from the spot.
"There are truly hidden dragons and crouching tigers on the mainland!"
The two Douluo, Hailong and Haimao, who came to the mainland from the Sea God Island, were also hiding in the crowd.
"Yes, although I don't want to admit it, I'm afraid the cultivation of these two people is not inferior to that of the Great Priest!"
Sea Spear Douluo said after swallowing his saliva.
"We have been on the mainland for several years, but we have not yet completed the task of offering sacrifices and have not yet found the holy relic."
Sea Dragon Douluo also sighed.
"The Light of the Sea God has not shown any reaction so far."
"What should we do? Should we go back now?"
For the guardians of the seven sacred pillars of Poseidon Island, returning without completing their mission would undoubtedly be a huge shame!
"Let's wait a little longer. I heard there seems to be a grand event on the mainland some time. Let's see if we can get any clues then."
boom!
Just as Bibi Dong and Leng Yaozhu were confronting each other, everyone had their own thoughts.
The dark clouds in the sky grew thicker.
Purple-black lightning flashed continuously in the sky, and the dull thunder made people feel a little numb in their hearts.
In the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire, the Qiankun Cauldron had been floating right above the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire without anyone noticing.
The originally bronze body of the tripod has now turned into a golden color.
Golden gas continued to emanate from the lid of the tripod, as if something was being steamed.
From time to time, muffled sounds could be heard from the cauldron.
It looks like something is about to break out of the cauldron.