Douluo: My mother is Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue is my sister

Chapter 16: Ghosts and Demons Fight, Ten Thousand Flags Kill Yama

Qianjun Douluo dropped the person he was holding, came to his brother, fumbled around in his arms, frowned, and blamed him: "You are so reckless at your age, and you didn't even bring the life-saving medicine with you."

After saying that, he took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into the mouth of the Demon Subduing Douluo.

The moment he took the pill, the almost fatal wounds on Demon Subduing Douluo's body stopped bleeding and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone knows this medicine. Taking one pill when you are fatally injured can quickly heal the wound, but the price is to become a useless person without soul power for at least a year.

Even if the Demon Subduing Douluo recovers from his injuries, he will not be able to regain his combat effectiveness immediately. This is the only good news so far, but it still does not help the situation.

After making sure his brother's life was not in danger, Qianjun Douluo stood up, looked at everyone with a cold gaze, and said calmly: "It's time to end this farce. Do you want to die in a few days, or die now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, nine soul rings appeared, and the seventh and ninth soul rings lit up at the same time, as if they were ready to kill the opponent on the spot if they dared to resist in the slightest.

Xue Mo sighed helplessly when he saw this, thinking: "Third Young Master, you have done so many bad things! What kind of broken setting is this? Soul Douluo has a certain chance of winning when he beats Title Douluo above his level. Is it reasonable for a Title Douluo of level 96 to beat three people below level 95?"

Although it was troublesome, Xue Mo still stretched out his hand: "Hey! Hey, hey!"

Bibi Dong glanced at her son and saw his little hand reaching out for the sword in Yue Guan's hand. She hurried forward, holding the two children in one hand, and with the other hand pried Yue Guan's hand open, took the sword and handed it to her son.

The young master took action, and the originally desperate expressions of the two Douluo, Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard, were instantly replaced by hope.

Just now, the eldest young master made a slight move and Lao Ju almost killed Demon Subduing Douluo with one move. Now the eldest young master is about to make a move again. Could it be that they will also have a chance to enjoy the same treatment as Lao Ju and kill Qianjun Douluo?

Seeing this scene, the Demon Subduing Douluo who was practicing Qigong and regulating his breathing also showed a hint of anticipation in his eyes. He said, "Brother, I'll give you a suggestion. Don't rush to do it. Try it with all your strength later, and you will be surprised!"

Qianjun Douluo frowned slightly and asked, "What's going on?"

The Demon-Subduing Douluo said mysteriously, "Believe me, if you don't see it with your own eyes and experience it yourself, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

After saying that, Jiang Mo Douluo struggled to get up, patted the face of the man who was thrown to the ground by his elder brother like trash, and said, "Hey! You want to stab blood, right? Are you still alive? If you are, wake up!"

The Thorny Porpoise Douluo Cixue woke up slowly. He covered his head and grimaced. He had just been hit on the head with a stick and now he still felt like his head was a mass of paste.

Seeing that Cixue had woken up, Jiangmo Douluo said, "Take me away, let's find a safe place to watch the show!"

Cixue was confused, wondering if he was dreaming or if he had just been hit dumb by Senior Qianjun Douluo's stick?
Wasn't he tricked by Old Ju and Old Ghost, and now he became a sinner who betrayed His Holiness the Pope? Shouldn't Senior Jiang Mo Douluo catch him, or even kill him on the spot? Why was he so friendly to him now?

Although he couldn't figure it out, looking at the attitude of the senior, Cixue felt that he didn't have to die. He didn't care what the situation was. He helped the Demon Subduing Douluo and jumped onto the wall. He asked, "Senior, is this position okay?"

"Stay away, to the top of the tall tower over there!"

"okay!"

Cixue helped Jiangmo Douluo jump again and left the scene.

Qianjun Douluo frowned even deeper when he saw his brother's strange reaction.

His intuition told him that no matter what those youngsters wanted to do, he'd better stop them now, otherwise his life might be in danger like his brother.

But his brother's attitude aroused his curiosity. He wanted to know what would happen if he didn't stop them. "Although my brother is not very reliable, he is not a fool. He has no hostility towards the blood-piercing. This proves that he knows that although these young people have betrayed the Pope, they will never die. In this case, I don't need to rush to kill them. It doesn't hurt to see what my brother is looking forward to."

Qianjun Douluo made up his mind and didn't rush to make a move. He just looked at the opposite side quietly.

Xue Mo took back his martial spirit and immediately swung his sword at Ghost Leopard Douluo: "Da Da Da!"

The sword light hit Ghost Leopard Douluo again, and Ghost Leopard Douluo's face was full of grievance.

Same thing as before? Does that mean the young master doesn't want me to use that power? No! Why?

Because I broke both my arms? Oh, that's fine...

After disarming Ghost Leopard Douluo, Xue Mo immediately handed the sword to Ghost: "Hey! Hey!"

Demon Bear Douluo had the same aggrieved expression on his face as Ghost Leopard Douluo.

Leopard's arm was broken and he couldn't use the sword, but my injury was much less serious than Laogui's! Why should Laogui be the one and not me?

Gui Mei was a little confused for a moment, and Bibi Dong hurriedly urged him, "Uncle Gui, take it quickly! Whether we can survive depends on you!"

Upon hearing this, Guimei hurriedly took the sword. The moment the small sword was in his hand, the same thing happened as when Yueguan held the sword before. The sword immediately became bigger and longer, but this time the sword had a different appearance.

This time the sword was completely black, with strange patterns all over the blade. The hilt was no longer decorated with a chrysanthemum, but a hideous ghost face. The face was almost exactly the same as a ghost, and although it had no expression, it looked particularly eerie and terrifying.

The ghost's left eye shone red, his right eye was surrounded by purple light, and soul power poured into the sword. The feeling that Yue Guan had just experienced appeared on him exactly the same. A hint of surprise flashed on his face, which had been expressionless for many years, and then turned into surprise and madness.

He straightened up and walked slowly towards Qianjun Douluo. Qianjun Douluo's eyes fixed, pointed the Panlong Stick at the sky, and pinched a seal with one hand, and the seventh and ninth soul rings shone.

With every step the ghost took, his figure became more illusory. He slowly raised his right hand holding the sword and chanted a soul spell: "I will go to Quantai to recruit my old subordinates..."

As the soul spell was recited, the surroundings seemed to have changed completely. The originally holy square in front of the Pope's bedroom instantly turned into a den of ghosts. Countless evil spirits slowly stood up and moved forward with the ghostly footsteps, approaching Qianjun Douluo from all directions.

The ghost continued to chant: "One hundred thousand flags..."

Qianjun Douluo's heart was filled with alarm. He did not wait for Guimei to continue his attack, but immediately released his spirit skill and shouted, "Sky Break!"

The long sword in the ghost's hand also slashed down at the same time: "Kill! Yan! Luo!"

In an instant, countless evil spirits pounced towards Qianjun Douluo. At the same time, the shadow of the blue Panlong Stick grew rapidly and turned into a towering pillar in the blink of an eye, crushing all the evil spirits and the earth that pounced on him.

However, the Towering Pillar suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye. The square was filled with smoke, and it was impossible to see what was happening inside. All that could be heard were countless miserable wails.

Everyone looked at the center of the smoke nervously. The smoke gradually dissipated and the two Titled Douluo had passed each other. Guimei still maintained the posture of swinging the sword. As a drop of blood dripped onto the ground, his body swayed and he fell to the ground.

Just as he fell, a wound on Qianjun Douluo's right shoulder and lower left abdomen suddenly burst open, and a large amount of blood gushed out. His eyes turned black and he fell straight to the ground.

(End of this chapter)