Mother Douluo Bibi Dong?Ask the Pope to abdicate

The dissipation of power continues.

However, the monstrous rules couldn't get any closer to Qian Renfeng.

On one side is Qian Renfeng standing in the sky, and on the other side is the turbulent sea of ​​rules.

The advent of every rule brought a destructive aura, and all of them regarded Qian Renfeng as a thorn in his side.

It's a pity that these rules can only stare at Qian Renfeng in the Douluo position.

If these rules were wise, at this moment, he would definitely hate Qian Renfeng so much.

A person who breaks the rules.

At this time, the rules of the heavens must be forcibly blessed on him alone.

All judgments must be borne by him alone.

Once again when the rules do not exist, and again to defy the rules.

It is tolerable and unbearable.

"puff--"

Suddenly, a trace of blood spurted from the corner of Qian Renfeng's mouth, and the dark red blood kept dripping down.

Before it landed on the sea, the blood was evaporated in the middle of the journey.

"Hehe, the backlash against the rules has finally begun."

Qian Renfeng talked to himself, looking at the monstrous rules outside the Douluo plane, looking at the endless rules that have not completely descended to the Douluo plane.

But he was already full of dark wounds.

"Peace!"

In the God Forbidden Land, Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his eyes, he saw the situation of Qian Renfeng spitting out blood, and also saw the sharp light burst out from Bibi Dong's eyes, he immediately shouted.

"Feng'er is already in charge. He can shoulder all the responsibilities of the Douluo Plane by himself. We must not add trouble to him."

"You should be very clear that you and I can't replace the power of the wind just now, and it won't help if we go up."

"On the contrary, if he finally came to protect us because of our sudden attack, there may be even worse results."

Qian Daoliu's aura was steady, his body spirit was constantly being tempered behind him, his voice was deep and hoarse.

Every word he spoke was in Bibi Dong's heart.

Bibidong's red lips were tightly pursed. Hearing Qian Daoliu's words, her brows stood on end, she hesitated for a long time and finally did not move.

Not only her, but Gu Yuena on the other side is also in a very strange situation at this time.

Although she didn't make any movements, the aura on Gu Yuena's body became very unstable at this time.

Obviously, all this is because Qian Renfeng's emotions were affected after she was suddenly backlashed by the rules.

If it weren't for her strong concentration, it would be impossible for her to sit still at this time, and she would have rushed to Qian Renfeng's side long ago.

Seeing that no one moved, Qian Renfeng curled up into a smile.

The worst case scenario didn't materialize.

Knowing all this, he was completely at ease.

"cut!"

With a single word, the death scythe appeared in his palm, and the dark sickle blade was very thin in the sea of ​​rules.

Not like before, Qian Renfeng was talking about cutting, but he didn't really cut the death scythe towards the sea of ​​rules.

A crack appeared on the death sickle, Qian Renfeng just watched quietly.

Seeing the formation of cracks one after another, the smile on his face became even wider.

His chopping is not the chopping rules, but the chopping itself.

The one who cut it was the death sickle.

Slash the body of the death sickle with the blade of the death sickle.

Do not break or stand.

If it breaks, it passes through the sky and the earth.

No matter what, he is also an outsider. Qian Renfeng's understanding of Douluo Dalu is too clear.

The so-called super artifact is actually that.

He doesn't need a super artifact, what he condenses with his own martial soul is already comparable to a super artifact.

and so……

Ordinary super artifacts simply cannot meet his needs.

At this moment, what he has to do is to promote what happened to Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi, and Bibi Dong to himself.

Fragmentation of one's own martial soul.

Refined by the rules, and melted into the position of the real king of gods.

click-

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There are more and more cracks on the death sickle, and some places have become completely hollow.

Qian Renfeng didn't do anything to stop it.

Not only did he not stop him, but the Eight-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul appeared behind him.

A series of rules wrapped around the eight-winged fallen angel as if he had eyes.

"cracking--"

A strange cry came from the eight-winged fallen angel martial soul.

The voice is sharp and pierces the soul.

Qian Renfeng remained unmoved, he just watched indifferently as the eight-winged fallen angel spirit was being torn apart under the rules.

Like the sickle of death, cracks appeared on the eight-winged fallen angel Wuhun's body.

However, these cracks on the eight-winged fallen angel's body at this time are like wounds on a human body.

Every crack appeared, and black blood spilled from it.

"Sure enough, it's not what I expected."

"This Martial Soul is indeed not a good thing."

Qian Renfeng's expression was indifferent, and his cold pupils fell on the eight-winged fallen angel Wuhun.

The black blood further strengthened his guess.

"Fortunately, I suddenly had this idea. If I become a god in this way, this eight-winged fallen angel martial soul may eventually become my biggest problem."

"The incarnation of darkness, the body of evil, I am afraid that I will not be able to keep my true heart in the end, and I will truly become the most evil and evil of this great universe."

One by one cold words popped out from Qian Renfeng's lips, and his cold expression didn't change at all.

He vaguely remembered that when he first awakened his martial soul, he almost died.

At that time, it wasn't Bibi Dong who wanted to attack him, but Qian Daoliu.

At that time, Qian Daoliu was the high priest who guarded the throne of the angel god, the existence of offering sacrifices for the next angel god, and it was also the last trump card of the Wuhun Temple at that time.

Evil is not tolerated by the Spirit Hall.

The emergence of an evil spirit is a thorn in Qian Daoliu's side.

Fortunately, he showed enough courage, he showed that he was not corrupted by the evil spirit.

In the end, he survived.

In the end, he got to where he is now.

Since then, Qian Renfeng has been thinking about a problem.

Wuhun, why can he control a soul master.

Until now, after he will guess and verify, he must have placed something.

Evil spirits, in essence, may already be considered not to be martial spirits.

Because of some special properties of Wuhun, these evils will subtly affect people.

Just like Tang San.

After the Blue Silver Emperor blood was deprived, the Blue Silver Grass martial soul mutated into a vampire vine.

The vampire vine is the evil spirit, which is only possessed by evil spirit masters. Under the influence of the vampire vine, and under the circumstances that Tang San was willing to degenerate, Tang San turned into what he is today.

And he didn't want to walk on the path like Tang San.

He doesn't want to be a puppet affected by Wuhun.

The current matter is the change he made for all of this.

Three evil spirits.

The eight-winged fallen angel, the abyss dragon, and the death scythe.

Any single martial soul is enough to affect a normal soul master. He has three such evil martial souls, and they are still the original three-in-one martial soul.

It was really affected, and the consequences were unimaginable.

Qian Renfeng didn't dare to imagine that if he really created the position of God King, he created the Second God Realm, but in the end he was influenced by evil.

At that time, he might become the second Dragon God.

Destroying the heavens and destroying the earth, destroying the Second God Realm into a mess, and even beheading the closest relatives around him.

In the end, in order to allow rationality to exist, he might also follow the path of the dragon god and have to be cut apart on his own initiative.

Knowing all this, he will naturally not let the evil spirit become his biggest weakness, he will pull out all these weaknesses.

"Next, it's your turn."

Soon, Qian Renfeng's eyes fell on Wuhun, the abyssal dragon.

The death scythe was already cracked beyond belief, and the eight-winged fallen angel martial soul was also heavily scarred.

Right now, the only one that is still healthy is the Abyss Demon Dragon.

Qian Renfeng was very cold and arrogant, without any hesitation.

To do is the most absolute.

"cut!"

Roar--

Qian Renfeng let out another soft drink.

In the next second, the abyss dragon let out a hysterical roar.

Just like the eight-winged fallen angel spirit and the death sickle, wounds appeared on its body.

The same black blood spilled from the dragon's body, and pieces of purple-black dragon scales fell down the sky.

The dragon scales burned black flames, and the black flames dotted the sky.

Black lotus blossoms, blood everywhere.

The beauty of the sky is breathtaking.

"puff--"

At this time, Qian Renfeng spat out another mouthful of blood, and the death sickle was completely shattered.

The martial soul was shattered, and the backlash struck.

Blood sprinkled the sky, and Qian Renfeng's breath suddenly fell a lot.

The tall and straight body is slightly stooped.

Rare veins appeared on Qian Renfeng's forehead, and his knees were already slightly bent.

However, even in such a situation, he still maintained his incomparable arrogance.

In any case, you must stand.

Kneeling down, or lying down, absolutely cannot and must not appear in Qian Renfeng's life dictionary.

In the Forbidden Land, everyone noticed Qian Renfeng's situation at this time, and their eyes were filled with unbearable color.

Different from before, their auras have already started to rise at this time, and they can even feel that there is already a hard thing between their eyebrows.

Those are their godheads.

However, in the process of creating godheads like this, they didn't feel even the slightest bit of pressure.

All the pressure was carried by Qian Renfeng alone.

At this moment, Qian Renfeng was not only carrying all the pressure alone, but was still shattering his own martial soul.

The shattering of the martial soul is fatal to a soul master.

In light cases, he will be severely injured and hammered to death, and will be devastated.

At worst, it fell on the spot and turned into a handful of loess.

It is definitely very dangerous to act like this when he is safe and sound, not to mention that Qian Renfeng is still carrying all the rules by himself at this time.

The sea of ​​rules did not move, but the backlash of the rules continued to riot on Qian Renfeng.

Everyone couldn't feel the backlash from the rules, just because Qian Renfeng didn't show it.

Moreover, the real rule suppression has not come completely.

"Continue to break through!"

"He has resisted everything for you all by himself. If you can't break through, then you are ashamed of his help to you."

"Also, Douluo Soul Beast obeys orders. If none of you can become gods this time, I will personally send you on your way after that."

"The unique conditions have been prepared for you. If you can't even pass the level of becoming a god, how can I expect you to help me sit in all directions in the future?"

Gu Yuena spoke, her voice was very austere.

The king's temperament that is not inferior to Qian Renfeng is undoubtedly evident at this moment.

Every time Qian Renfeng vomited blood, she saw it in her eyes and felt the pain in her heart.

The relationship between the two has already undergone a qualitative change unconsciously.

She would not be willing to bow her head in front of Qian Renfeng, but she absolutely could not bear to see Qian Renfeng get hurt.

The Qian Renfeng at this time was the weakest Qian Renfeng she had ever seen.

The man who stood upright in the past, but now he has walked on this road because he wants to dissipate his strength and shatter his own martial soul.

She was shaken.

At the same time, she is also very clear about how much help it is for all the creatures on the Douluo plane to become gods.

The easiest way to become a god is nothing more than this.

When Di Tian and the others heard Gu Yuena's low growl with evil spirit, they all regained their thoughts and began to integrate all their minds into the matter of condensing the godhead.

Chen Xin and the others, Qian Daoliu and the others, as well as Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others, didn't dare to waste any more time at this moment, and all looked away from Qian Renfeng.

Not adding to the chaos is the greatest help.

"cracking--"

The roar of the Eight Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul resounded again.

Finally, after persevering for a long time, the eight-winged fallen angel martial soul completely turned into nothingness under the tempering of the rules.

The black breath permeates between the heaven and the earth.

Every black aura wanted to return to Qian Renfeng, but it was still unable to blend in.

Without the death scythe, without the eight-winged fallen angel spirit.

Qian Renfeng's aura became weaker, and in front of him was the only remaining abyssal dragon martial soul struggling above the sky.

Uncontrolled wounds appeared one after another, and it was excruciatingly painful.

It is not willing to just turn into nothingness like this, it wants to continue to struggle.

It's just that no matter how much it struggles, it still can't stop the rhythm of its body being torn apart.

"Roar--"

The sound of the dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The abyss dragon was roaring, and finally after the last roar, its majestic body turned into a cloud of air current.

A black lotus blooms above the sky.

Blood-colored flowers are dotted around the black lotus.

The Death Scythe disappeared.

The eight-winged fallen angel disappeared.

The abyss dragon also embarked on the road of disappearing.

The three major martial spirits, the trinity martial spirit, Qian Renfeng's greatest reliance since his debut.

At this moment, it completely turned into nothingness.

The breath fell crazily, and Qian Renfeng's knees bent even more.

Beads of sweat fell from his forehead one by one, and his breath became very heavy.

Every time I exhale, it seems to be panting while carrying a mountain.

The dull voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Drops of blood dripped onto the sky.

No distress, no regrets.

At this moment, Qian Renfeng had a faint smile on his face.

Watching the three great spirits dissipate, he was most worried that the boulder hanging the highest finally crashed to the ground.

The biggest weakness has been completely removed.

His Qian Renfeng's martial soul was finally completely shattered at this moment.