Douluo: I am Bibi Dong's golden finger

Chapter 17 The Empress's Coronation ([-])
Bibi Dong was taken aback for a moment, and immediately paid attention.

"Avatar of the Martial Soul—God of the Dark Night!"

A huge succubus phantom appeared behind her, and the phantom materialized to envelop Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong controlled the phantom and ran towards Chihiro Ji, just when the phantom collided with the person, she suddenly turned sideways, holding the lightsaber tightly with the other hand.

Countless air currents and streams of light leaked out from the palm of the hand, which actually lifted the dome of the entire Pope's Palace.

Everyone in the city stopped what they were doing and looked here.

The dozen or so Titled Douluo gathered in the Douluo Hall by Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were extremely puzzled at this moment.

What does His Majesty the Pope want us to come here for?
But a loud noise made everyone feel a little abnormal.

The second enshrined Golden Crocodile Douluo angrily rebuked:
"What are you two going to do!"

"Where is His Majesty the Pope? We need to meet the Pope!"

The sixth enshrined Qianjun Douluo summoned the Wuhun Panlong stick, stood holding the stick, and looked coldly at Ju Douluo, who had a hippie smile:

"For your sake as the elder of the Spirit Hall, tell me the position of the Pope, and I can spare you!"

Ju Douluo calculated the time in his heart, thinking that it was time for them to witness this good show, so he said:
"His Holiness—she's in the Papal Palace..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted, turned and left.

Everyone spat and cursed, and quickly followed.

And in the elder hall.

In the worship hall thousands of meters away, an old man with white eyebrows knelt in front of a huge statue of a twelve-winged angel with an extremely devout expression.

But suddenly he opened his eyes and said:
"Since your Excellency is here, why don't you show your true colors, and hide like this, it's no doubt like a thief."

When Si Qingfeng heard the sound, he appeared from the void and greeted him:
"Yo, old man—"

As soon as the words fell, the statue of the twelve-winged angel in front of Qian Daoliu slowly cracked, and with a loud noise, it turned into powder.

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were horrified, but he still pretended to be calm and said:
"I don't know what your Excellency is doing here?"

Qian Daoliu opened his mouth slowly. Although the person in front of him was extremely unusual, he still didn't take it seriously.

As a level 99 Peerless Douluo, except for those two people on the mainland, he thinks that no one can hurt him.

Si Qingfeng cheerfully picked up some powder, and the data flow in front of him began to fly randomly, and the powder gathered into a statue again, giving it a completely new look.

The infusion of the power of the Dragon God allowed him to initially master the ability to invade the underlying laws of the Douluo World.

Restoring items like this is only the most basic use, he can even modify the world data of the entire Pope's Palace-abnormal gravity, reconstructing light energy and so on.

If coupled with the power of angels in Qiandao Fluid, he can even simulate some low-level gods.

You know, these abilities are not even one-ten-thousandth of his peak period, but they are used for a human being.

It is also more than enough... (Note 1)

Inside the Pope's Palace.

"Ninety percent of your divine power makes you so rampant, even if the real God of Angels comes, you have to kneel down!"

Bibi Dong said disdainfully, clasped the lightsaber tightly with one hand, and cut off the lightsaber at the waist with an elbow.

The broken part is as smooth as a mirror, and countless strange lights are contained in it.

The huge soul power was released, and quickly swept across the whole city. People in the whole city who were not strong enough to be titled Douluo were shocked by the coercion and knelt down, unable to move at all.

Chihiro Ji was immediately backlashed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying out.

Chihiro Ji, who had burned all her vitality and soul power, became extremely decadent at this moment.

The messy hair was stained with blood, the broken arm was shaking, and the head was drooping, like a prodigal dog.

"Cough...cough..."

Chihiro Ji raised his heavy eyelids, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You... who are you?"

After asking, he coughed again.

This time he spat out a trace of flesh and blood, and the huge impact shattered his body.

"The Pope of the Wuhun Temple—the future only emperor of the Douluo Continent."

Bibi Dong looked at the blood splashed on the shoe with a disgusted expression, and immediately raised her leg and kicked the opponent's chin violently.

"I'm going to die, so much nonsense."

Chihiro Ji's head was literally broken, and flew out of the Pope's Palace with great force, and finally fell on the long steps outside the hall.

The second enshrined Golden Crocodile Douluo, the third enshrined, and the fourth enshrined, the remaining six level 96 peak Douluo stood on the ladder.

Behind them are the seven titled Douluo-level elders of the Wuhun Temple.

At this time, dozens of people stared at the heads that kept falling, and were at a loss for a while.

After a long time, Golden Crocodile Douluo swallowed, and said with difficulty:

"This... is this the Pope's head?"

Everyone couldn't believe that the head of Level 95 Titled Douluo, the owner of the Seraph Wuhun, and the Pope of Wuhun Temple would roll down the stairs.

The sixth enshrined Fifteen Jun Douluo called out the Wuhun Panlong Stick, and carefully turned his head to the front.

In an instant, countless sucking and lighting up sounds sounded.

Everyone felt their scalps go numb, and the same sentence popped up in their minds at the same time.

Pope Chihiro is dead!
Just as everyone looked at each other, a voice came from the Pope's Palace:
"Elders, why are the priests gathered here?"

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do for a while.

This voice is clearly Her Highness the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall!
Could it be that……

Qian Xunji's head was in front of him, even though everyone didn't believe that thought, it was useless.

Shall we avenge the Pope?

Just when everyone was hesitating, a figure descended from the sky.

The man in white was holding a gray-haired head in his hand, and the man smiled and threw the head in front of everyone.

The head spun on the ground, then rolled to Golden Crocodile Douluo's feet.

This--this is a great offering!

The crowd was terrified.

Level 99 Peerless Douluo and His Royal Highness the Grand Priest were also beheaded!
Now, how dare everyone have different thoughts.

Even the great priest and His Highness the Pope are dead, who can fight against him?

Si Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back smiling, and said:
"His Highness the Pope is asking you something."

The few people present are all human beings, how can they not understand the meaning of these words.

Tuobaxi, the elder of the Wuhun Hall - the suzerain of the Holy Dragon School, bit the bullet and said:
"Just now, a sudden change occurred in the whole city. We were worried about the safety of the Pope, so..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted:
"Thank you for your concern. Now, please move to the Douluo Hall. After I take a bath and change clothes, I will inherit the Datong."

Everyone suddenly felt that their mouths were a little dry, and they subconsciously licked their lips and swallowed.

Ju Douluo was ecstatic, and hurriedly said:

"Congratulations to His Majesty the Pope on his successful enthronement! The entire continent will be bathed in your glory!"

After saying that, one strange look after another looked at him, but he didn't take it to heart at all.

After a long time, Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was the second enshrined, said:

"In that case, we will wait for His Highness the Pope in the Douluo Hall..."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Seeing this, the other titled Douluo sighed inwardly, and followed behind.

"Both the father and the son returned the house, which is very good."

Si Qingfeng looked at the two heads on the ground, and suddenly said something.

Before everyone left, they couldn't help but staggered when they heard this.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's face was even uglier.

　Note 1: Therefore, the length of killing Qian Daoliu is as long as [-] characters. In order to avoid being misunderstood, it is placed in [related works]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)