Douluo: Becoming a God From Dreaming

Chapter 61 Teacher (for collection)

Wuhun City gave Wang Shenmeng the feeling that it was empty, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and there were few shops.

Although it was his first visit to Wuhun City, the Wuhun City in Yu Xiaogang's memory was very clear, and after 20 years, it still hasn't changed much.

The city was built around a hill. Its area is not large, but the city wall is 80 meters high and over 30 meters thick. It is completely repaired from granite and looks extremely majestic.

It is not a quadrilateral like an ordinary city, but a hexagon. On each of the six walls, there is a huge relief, which is a crown, a ghost, a chrysanthemum, a hammer, a pagoda, a sword, and the Wuhun Palace token. It is exactly the same as above, symbolizing the six powerful martial spirits.

All the patrols on the city wall are soul masters, wearing the special clothing of the Wuhun Temple, and all the people who come and go in the city are soul masters, not a single ordinary person.

The Pope's Palace is located on the mountainside in the center of the city. It is a column structure with a tall dome. The facade of the building is covered with golden materials, which shimmer and shine under the sunlight.

And the palace on the top of the mountain, which is similar to the Pope's Palace, is only one-third the size of the Pope's Palace, and the outside is as white as jade, not as eye-catching as the Pope's Palace. It is the Douluo Palace, where the tombs of all titled Douluo are located.

When Wang Shenmeng and Ghost Douluo came to the foot of the mountain, a cardinal came to greet him, bowed and said, "Douglas sees Elder Ghost."

Ghost Douluo nodded lightly.

Douglas said: "His Majesty the Pope is waiting for you two in the Papal Palace. Please come with me."

"Lead the way!"

"Yes!"

Douglas straightened up, looked at Wang Shenmeng for a moment, smiled kindly, and then walked ahead to lead the way.

On the way to the Pope's Palace, I met many patrolling Paladins, and when I saw the Ghost Douluo like a black mist, they all bowed and saluted.

Outside the Papal Palace, Douglas did not enter with him.

Ghost Douluo led Wang Shenmeng through the long and deep corridor and entered a tall and gorgeous empty hall.

There were no other people in the hall. On the high throne, a noble woman in gorgeous clothes sat, looking down at the two figures, one big and one small, who walked in slowly.

"Is this the good boy? No, he is no longer a child, he looks like a teenager!"

Bibi Dong's eyes immediately fell on Wang Shenmeng, surprise flashed in her eyes, she felt sincere admiration for his charisma, and she was very satisfied with her first impression.

"That's it, my feeling is stronger. This child is very important to me. It may be the key to getting rid of my nightmare. I must not let him escape my control."

Bibi Dong's eyes were deep, and the moment she saw Wang Shenmeng, she had already confirmed that her intuition was correct. She was paying so much attention to him in vain, and she wanted to bring him to her at all costs.

In a rare good mood, a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes suddenly softened, as if she was afraid that her majesty would frighten him.

Wang Shenmeng walked into the empty hall. He knew clearly that he should not look directly at the Pope, but his excessive curiosity still made him couldn't help but raise his head slightly and quickly take a look at the female Pope.

With just one glance, surprise flashed across his eyes.

What a nice view!

Wang Shenmeng couldn't help admiring in his heart, this was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, dressed in a black and luxurious robe inlaid with gold patterns, wearing a nine-curved purple gold crown, holding a two-meter-long, inlaid with countless precious stones. The scepter made her look extremely noble and sacred.

Her skin is fair and flawless, and her facial features are beautiful and soft. Time has not left any traces on her face, but has only added some mature charm.

Noble, elegant, tranquil, all kinds of beautiful words seem to be used for her, but they seem to be insufficient to describe her beauty.

Wang Shenmeng lowered his head after taking a look, and didn't keep staring at her. This woman is as beautiful as she is beautiful, but she is a flower with thorns, and he is not able to break it for the time being.

"The little guy is interesting!"

A smile bloomed at the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth. Wang Shenmeng's small movements were naturally not hidden from her. Even the surprise and admiration in his eyes were clearly visible to her. She didn't feel disgusted in her heart because his eyes were clear and bright, and there was no dirty or lewd feeling.

Bibi Dong was first a woman with a stunning appearance, and then she was an unparalleled female pope. Unfortunately, her unparalleled beauty was concealed by the majesty of the pope. None of the subordinates in the Wuhun Palace dared to look at women with admiration. Come and see her.

Although this reflected her supreme majesty, it was also too monotonous and boring. After many years, she was surprised to see the eyes of admiring beauties in the eyes of a little guy.

"The ghosts of my subordinates are here to see His Majesty the Pope!"

"Wang Shenmeng sees His Majesty the Pope!"

"Well, no need to be polite."

When Bibi Dong's soft voice came, the ghost who was familiar with her raised her eyebrows slightly, "It seems that His Majesty is in a good mood, is it because of seeing this child?"

Bibi Dong's soft voice came again: "Are you Wang Shenmeng?"

"His Majesty's Majesty, I am Wang Shenmeng."

"You are very good, show me your martial soul."

"Yes!"

The next moment, Wang Shenmeng possessed his martial spirit, and the three soul rings under his feet, two purple and one black, lit up, exuding strange power fluctuations all over his body.

Bibi Dong's eyes lit up, he focused his attention for a moment, nodded and said: "This martial spirit is indeed powerful, definitely not weaker than the angel martial spirit. I never imagined that besides the angel martial spirit, there is another god-level martial spirit in the world. How did this mutate?" Where are you coming from?"

She had investigated the details of Wang Shenmeng long ago, and it was really hard to understand how two ordinary people could give birth to a god-level martial soul.

But the fact was right in front of her eyes, so she couldn't help but not believe it. She glanced at Wang Shenmeng's spirit ring, and praised: "Every spirit ring has surpassed the age limit by a lot. No wonder you can cultivate to the level of Soul Master when you are just nine years old. But I heard that your first soul ring is only over 700 years old, why is it purple now?"

"The first soul ring I absorbed was quite special. I could devour flames to increase the lifespan of the soul ring. During this period of time, I absorbed some flames. In addition, I absorbed the second and third soul rings by leapfrogging, so that the first soul ring was improved. .”

Wang Shenmeng selectively told a part of the truth, anyway, sooner or later, he couldn't hide it, unless the first spirit ring never advanced.

But the matter of swallowing the source of Yu Xiaogang's martial soul must not be said, otherwise he might be beaten to death by the enraged queen on the spot.

"You are very lucky to have such a miraculous spirit ring. This spirit ring is comparable to an external spirit bone."

Bibi Dong was surprised and praised again, she had never seen this kind of growth spirit ring before, so she could only say that the world is so big and full of wonders.

Even Ghost Douluo couldn't help but glance at Wang Shenmeng.

Bibi Dong thought more highly of Wang Shenmeng and asked with a smile: "What level are you now?"

Wang Shenmeng said: "Level 34."

"Level 34, the same level as Nana, but four years younger."

Bibi Dong's eyes flashed brightly, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Son, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

"Apprentice?"

Although this possibility had already occurred to him, Wang Shenmeng could not help but feel shocked.

"Yes, would you like to be my student?"

Bibi Dong's gentle voice carried a kind of temptation, and she looked at Wang Shenmeng with gentle eyes, her expression indifferent but determined.

She seemed to be asking for his opinion, but she wasn't worried about rejection.

In this continent, people who want to be her disciples can line up from Xingluo City to Tiandou City. Now that she speaks in person, who can refuse such a great thing?

Wang Shenmeng only thought for less than a second before he made a decision in his heart.

It is impossible to refuse, and he still wants to live a few more days!

If it was a few months ago, he might still have resistance in his heart, and even try to refuse.

But now that he has figured it out and joined Wuhun Hall, why is he still looking forward and backward?
It's better to put aside all kinds of scruples, first hug this thigh tightly, and then use it to improve your strength as soon as possible is the kingly way.

"Disciple Wang Shenmeng pays respects to teacher."

(End of this chapter)