I was in Douluo, and Tang San stole my home at the beginning

Chapter 127 Bibi Dong, what do you think?

A few days later, the Elder’s Hall of Wuhun City.

"Brother, do you think this is true?" After reading the letter, Golden Crocodile Douluo turned to look at Qian Daoliu.

"It should be true." Qian Daoliu sighed, "The realm of demigods does exist, and either the divine body or the divine soul is a demigod. As for the nine-ring fusion that can increase lifespan, as far as I know, the one enshrined on Poseidon Island Poseidon spent thousands of years conquering the sea before finally becoming a god. Therefore, this so-called threshold of transcending realms should indeed exist, and the former Poseidon may have been such a character."

"Next, you can all try to cross that threshold and take yourself one step further."

If I had not taken over as the Great Enshrinement Officer, perhaps as the Great Enshrinement Officer under the Angel God, he would have lost the qualification to become a god forever. In addition, Tang Chen was indeed higher than him in terms of realm. It was no wonder that the demigod from the Fantasy Beast Sect only mentioned Tang Chen.

Although it is true, I still feel a little unwilling in my heart.

"It's actually true." Many elders below looked shocked, while Qingluan Douluo sighed.

"Such a history, if we had not experienced it, even imagined it, I would not be able to recall it. Moreover, the twenty-twenty-year-old Soul Sect has three purple and one black soul rings. In addition to possessing such historical accumulation, he has accumulated enough background. existence, I really can’t imagine what kind of force can be cultivated. Even our Wuhun Palace has never produced such a genius in history."

Even the great worshiper Qian Daoliu, who has the god-given martial soul Seraphim, won't do it.

This is no longer a question of whether the martial soul is good or not, but the difference in background! He had never seen a treasure that could help people evolve their martial souls in the Spirit Hall.

In addition, even if you see it on the street and you don’t recognize it or don’t know how to use it, it’s all in vain.

Knowledge is sometimes the greatest wealth. Therefore, some forces can be passed down for thousands of years and still have powerful people coming out in large numbers, and they are at their peak in the Spring and Autumn Period, while others die in the second generation.

For example, the Haotian Sect would be like that if it weren't for Tang Chen who left behind many unique skills.

All the elders present were old people with certain social experience, so they naturally understood what Qingluan Douluo meant.

"Brother, how should we deal with this Fantasy Beast Sect next?" Golden Crocodile Douluo asked.

Even if you are beaten, you may not be able to pass it, not to mention that others have always done good things for the mainland, so why offend them? It feels like there is no other way out except making good friends.

"Bibi Dong, what do you think?" Qian Daoliu turned to look at Bibi Dong.

"Let's have more contact with that woman for the time being." Bibi Dong said calmly: "The demigod is here, do you still want to knock on her?"

He couldn't even defeat Tang Chen, who was half-assed, let alone a demigod who had already completed the nine-ring integration.

"However, I want to remind you that such existence is ultimately a threat to my great cause of Wuhun Palace."

"The important point is not whether the Huan Beast Sect will take action against my Spirit Hall, but the strength of the Huan Beast Sect and the resources that the Huan Beast Sect has at its disposal."

"Huan Beast Sect can cultivate a twenty-twenty-year-old Soul Sect. With such resources, why can't our Spirit Hall do the same?"

"Some things can only be beneficial and harmless if you are firmly in your own hands, right?"

Qian Daoliu frowned immediately, including several worshipers.

"Bibi Dong, you passed." Golden Crocodile Douluo said solemnly: "Although the Fantasy Beast Sect is not from our Spirit Hall, we are all the beneficiaries of what they do."

"Besides, what can we do to defeat them, and how can we reverse the current situation in the world?"

Currently, the Huan Beast Sect is the most experienced.

If no one takes care of it and this world changes again, he simply can't imagine what the successors will face.

"The Huan Beast Sect can't do it, right?" Bibi Dong said lightly, "Didn't the young master of the Huan Beast Sect say that they are ready to give up on the outside world?"

"Since it can't be done, wouldn't it be a waste to hold on to the abundant resources on hand?"    "In addition, these resources are still created out of thin air by them. They are not plundered from the outside world in the past countless years. In my opinion Come on, the Fantasy Beast Sect may not be as noble as they say!"

"As for how to defeat the Phantom Beast Sect, I will figure it out when the time comes."

As long as she can successfully complete the Rakshasa Ninth Examination and inherit the Rakshasa divine throne, the world will be crawling at her feet, let alone a small fantasy beast sect with demigods.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Zigu stood up from his seat and strode out of the hall.

The elders under his command looked at each other in disbelief, and finally bowed out with a thousand popular bows.

"Hmph, this Bibi Dong is getting more and more outrageous." Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted coldly, looking very unhappy.

"Okay." Qian Daoliu waved his hand.

"No matter how we deal with the Huan Beast Sect in the future, that will be a matter later. What we need to do most now is to investigate the details of the Huan Beast Sect. Their location and internal personnel information."

"On this matter, the Elder Hall needs to cooperate with Bibi Dong. As for the other things, let's talk about it later."

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On the other side, in the Star Luo Empire, the Min clan is stationed.

"Bai He, you should understand that you have no choice." Dugu Bo, who was wearing a black robe, said calmly.

Looking at the nine soul rings at the feet of the man in black, Bai He smiled bitterly, cupped his hands and said, "Junior is willing to trade."

Soon, he took out a wooden box and handed it to Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo stretched out his hand to take it and took a look. Inside was a ginseng that was completely blood red. It was a crystal clear red. The surface was covered with a layer of obvious bulges, which were connected to form a special pattern, like a ginseng soaring in the sky. The dragon above.

It was really extraordinary. Dugu Bo was also shocked. He could completely feel the majestic energy filled inside the blood ginseng. If you take it yourself, it may be of great benefit.

But he didn't dare. He still had a good idea of ​​how much he weighed.

What's more, since Long Yingtian knew the existence of this blood ginseng and didn't let the two elders come to get it, but let him do it, he might not be tempted.

As long as there is a trace of greed for ink, his life will definitely be over.

He immediately closed the box and put the soul guide in it, and then with a wave of his hand, a lot of gold soul coins fell on the ground.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Farewell!" He turned around and flew away.

Bai He watched the man in black robe go away until he completely disappeared from his sight, then he sighed and called on his clansmen to move their money.

"Honey, you don't have to be too depressed. Although the treasure is precious, it is still a foreign object. What's more, His Majesty is willing to pay 50 gold soul coins to buy it, which can be regarded as sincere. If it were someone else, I'm afraid it would be The killer has already been killed." An old woman came forward to comfort him.

"After all, we are no longer an affiliated sect of Haotian Sect, and others are not afraid at all."

"Besides, you also know the current situation of the family. No matter how good the treasure is, can it be more important than the clan members?"

50 gold soul coins are enough for their entire family to live a good life.

Bai He nodded slightly and joined the procession of moving money.

　All I can say is that when the protagonist said he didn’t want to care about the outside world, he did so on purpose.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)