Chapter 138 Bibi Dong and Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire
Outside the explosion range, Xiao Se's soul power and perspective were fully activated, and a hint of disappointment appeared on his face.
Under his gaze, at the critical moment, Tang Ritian endured his injuries and directly activated the explosive ring. At the cost of serious injuries, he withstood the Buddha's wrath lotus. Then he fled.
"What a pity." Xiao Se sighed lightly, closed the secret technique on his body, turned around and flew towards Soto City.
"Brother, aren't we going to chase him down?" Long Kui's soft voice sounded again within the magic sword pattern.
Xiao Se shook his head. "He is now performing the Ring Explosion Technique, which will increase his combat power in a short period of time. There is no need to waste your precious soul power fighting him. It is not worth it to kill him. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
There was another sentence that Xiao Se didn't say, which is that a seed of doubt has been planted in Tang Ritian's heart.
Apart from other things, Tang Ritian still values his wife and son very much.
Tang San, on the other hand, has lived two lives. He has lacked love since childhood and desperately desires to be loved.
When Tang Ritian learned that Tang San had "devoured" his son's soul, he no longer treated Tang San as his son.
Tang San was on the verge of collapse after knowing this.
This is the scene.
It's exciting enough just to think about it.
It's even more satisfying than killing him.
Doesn't Tang San claim to be righteous no matter what he does?
Then I, Xiao, will make him hated by everyone and abandoned by his friends and relatives.
On the other hand, when Xiao Se returned to Soto City, Tang Ritian had already arrived at Shrek Academy.
When they saw Tang Ritian, whose clothes were stained with blood and whose body was covered in blood, suddenly appear in Shrek Academy, Frank, Zhao Wuji and others were all stunned.
"Haotian Douluo, what are you doing?" Looking at Tang Ritian with a panic expression, Flanders asked in a trembling voice.
Tang Ritian said indifferently: "Where are Xiao San and Xiao Wu?"
"Uh..." Speaking of Tang San and Xiao Wu, Flanders' face turned bitter, pointing to the thatched cottage behind him, and said with a wry smile: "Xiao San was injured, and Xiao Wu is taking care of him inside now."
Tang Ritian nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and slowly said: "Take them out and hide for a few days. The boy you met today is very dangerous. He might come to cause trouble for you."
At this point, Tang Ritian glanced at Flanders and said coldly, "No one of you is allowed to reveal what happened today, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."
After saying that, Tang Ritian leaped up and disappeared into the night.
He did not choose to take Tang San away. If Tang San was really possessed by another body as the young man said, he really didn't know how to face his dead wife.
At this moment, he just wanted to go back and spend some time with Yin.
"Flanders..." Looking at Tang Ritian's disappearing back, Zhao Wuji swallowed hard and turned his head to speak to Flanders.
Flanders shook his head and sighed, "Pack up and let's get out of here."
Zhao Wuji frowned and asked, "Are you willing to abandon Shrek Academy?"
"What can we do even if we are reluctant? It's all my fault for not disciplining him strictly and bringing disaster to the academy. I'm sure you've noticed that even Haotian Douluo couldn't do anything to that young man. What can we do? Maybe what that young man said is right, there is indeed something wrong with our teaching policy. Originally, I proposed 'those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre' to encourage students not to fear fighting. But now it has become a capital for them to do whatever they want. This time we have hit a wall. Now we can only hope that that young man will be magnanimous and not make a fuss about it with our academy. Otherwise, I'm afraid we will really have to move away." Flanders sighed, and quietly, he seemed to have aged a lot.
Sunset Forest, at the top of an inverted cone-shaped valley somewhere in the center.
An old man with green hair, green robe and green eyes was kneeling on one knee in front of a beautiful woman, his old body trembling slightly.
This is a woman with an almost perfect face. She is dressed in a black gown inlaid with gold and a nine-curve purple gold crown on her head. She is tall and has fair skin. At first glance, she looks to be in her early twenties, but between her dark eyebrows there is a maturity that is not found at her age, making her look so different, especially the sacred and noble temperament that emanates from her body, which makes people want to worship her.
She is none other than the current Spirit Hall Pope, Bibi Dong!
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A wonderful woman who was regarded as a legend by the Soul Masters of Douluo Continent!
"Dugu Bo." The cold and elegant voice echoed in the ears of the green-robed old man, making him fearful.
"Your Holiness, please give your orders." The green-robed old man called Dugu Bo took a deep breath, still not daring to turn around, and responded respectfully.
"Has anyone been here in the past year?" Bibi Dong said indifferently.
Dugu Bo shook his head. "I have been guarding here for more than ten years under your orders. Except for His Holiness the Pope, no one has ever been here."
Hearing this, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes flashed a trace of disappointment without a trace. She raised her jade hand lightly and said indifferently: "Okay, the old rules, you go back and come back in three days."
"Yes, Your Holiness." Dugu Bo nodded timidly, put his hand to his forehead, which was already sweating profusely, and then respectfully left the area.
It was really that the oppression from the Pope in front of him was too terrifying. He himself was also a Titled Douluo, although only at level 91. However, he did not even have the courage to stand up just by standing in front of the former.
He had no doubt that if Bibi Dong took action, he would have no chance of survival with just one move.
This is the terrifying thing about Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, who is hailed as the undisputed number one in the world of spirit masters today.
Bibi Dong lowered her beautiful eyes, and purple light rhythmically danced on her body. When the light faded, she disappeared from the spot and came into the valley.
There is a hot spring in the valley, with thick steam rising from it.
This is a clearly divided hot spring, divided into two colors, milky white and fiery red. One side emits a terrifying cold, while the other side emits a high temperature comparable to magma. The cold and the hot are intertwined to form a magnificent landscape before your eyes.
Not far from the hot spring is a wooden house, and between the house and the hot spring are colorful flowers and plants.
Slowly walking to the wooden house, Bibi Dong took out a jade bottle, gently dripped a few drops of green strange liquid on several flowers and plants growing alone, then pushed open the door and walked into the wooden house.
The layout of the wooden house is very simple, with a bed, a dressing table, a three-dimensional clothes rack, and a set of bamboo tables and chairs. On the wall, there are decorations hanging, which simply add a touch of warmth to the wooden house.
Bibi Dong walked gracefully to the dressing table and sat down. She took off the nine-curve golden crown on her head and took off her gold-studded robe. She hung the golden crown and the gold-studded robe on the three-dimensional clothes hanger and changed into a white dress.
She raised her jade hand slightly, and a red light bloomed in her hand. A bunch of red and white spiritual flowers appeared out of thin air. She sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, and a touch of tenderness suddenly appeared on Bibi Dong's noble face.
"Not to become a god, but to wait for your return in the mortal world."
The clear and melodious sound echoed in the valley, so desolate and sad.