Douluo: Miss Tangmen, she burst into the audience

After Tang Qingxi instructed everyone in the Hall of Soul Suppression to act a little more presumptuously, more letters were sent to the Lord Hall of Soul Suppression of Tiandou from all over the place.

Soul Suppressing Hall is acting more and more boldly, secretly also infiltrating to Wuhun Hall. After all, they used to belong to the same force, and there are many people who are familiar with each other on both sides.

There were not many contacts before, but now the Soul Town Hall is secretly contacting the people there, trying to pull them over.

In addition, rumors unfavorable to Qian Daoliu were spread everywhere, bad-mouthing Qian Renxue's development as the Queen of the Spirit Hall.

Faced with these measures, Qian Daoliu naturally wouldn't do nothing. Under the counterattack, all kinds of situations that arise will be gathered in the main hall.

But now Bibi Dong is the one who handles these letters.

In the battle with Qian Daoliu, Tang Qingxi gained some new insights, and went to the Binghuo Liangyiyan to retreat.

Bibi Dong stepped down from the position of pope, and it hasn't been long since she was at leisure, but she still has to deal with affairs, especially recently, there are quite a lot of things.

Ah Rou watched as if watching a good show, Bibi Dong couldn't help but glanced at her: "You just help Qingxi? Why don't you help me?"

"Okay, okay, come on." A Rou smiled and got up from the bed, sat down beside Bibi Dong, and first helped her organize the letters on the table.

In the eyes of ice and fire, Tang Qingxi sat cross-legged in the center of the eyes of Liangyi where hot and cold intersected. The spring water, which was originally white and red, was now pitch black.

Tang Qingxi's demonic energy permeated the eyes of Binghuo Liangyi, and her spirit and magic were behind Tang Qingxi, sitting cross-legged with her back to back.

Little by little, the magic energy was integrated into the spirit and spirit, and the spirit and spirit that originally looked like Tang Qingxi changed again.

On Tang Qingxi's body, the black armor also gradually emerged, and the divine spirit gradually transformed into a black phantom, which looked even more treacherous and terrifying.

The previous spirit and magic form mainly carried the release of soul skills, but now the phantom that has been transformed again has direct means of attack.

That is, when Tang Qingxi fights later, the phantom can not only release soul skills when Tang Qingxi is fighting, but also directly besiege the opponent with Tang Qingxi.

One of the attack methods is somewhat similar to the method Qian Daoliu used when fighting Qian Daoliu before. The whole person enters a state similar to illusion, immune to physical attacks to a certain extent, and has damage methods.

It's just that Tang Qingxi is not interested in using it by herself, and her spirit and method have also reached an opportunity to evolve.

Although the evolved phantom now doesn't look like Tang Qingxi's shadow much, it looks more like a black shadow condensed by pure magic energy, but it has a variety of attack abilities, and it looks more like Tang Qingxi's clone than the original spirit.

And the phantom is transformed from the magic energy, and it is connected with the Borderless Demon Realm, and even the Borderless Demon Realm has also been improved.

After the phantom's transformation was complete, Tang Qingxi, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.

She got up from the eyes of the ice and fire, followed by the silent phantom.

The ghost couldn't see the facial features clearly, and was surrounded by demonic energy, hanging above the water.

As soon as Tang Qingxi closed his hand, the phantom suddenly disintegrated, and countless demonic energy flowed into Tang Qingxi's palm.

Walking ashore, putting on the clothes on the shore, Tang Qingxi came to the wooden house built here before.

There was an open space in front of the wooden house. Tang Qingxi drew out the God Killing Knife and waved the long knife in his hand.

The long knife either cut horizontally or raised upwards, and the black light of the knife was introverted, gathering on the edge of the knife. Although Tang Qingxi danced the knife faster and faster, her surroundings seemed to be surrounded by afterimages of the light of the knife.

And in the gap between the knife lights, Tang Qingxi's sharper eyes were exposed.