Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 19 The Ancient Book Closes! Bibi Dongxu is in trouble, and the Spirit Hall is in a panic!

What happened?

The notes are gone?!

It was like reading a biography and just reaching the climax, only to be left with the line "To be continued." Everyone looked up at Bibi Dong, who was supplying the notebook with soul power, their faces full of resentment.

"You are all highly respected elders or bishops of my Spirit Hall. Why look at me like that?"

Bibi Dong gently stroked Bai Ze, who was fast asleep in her arms, and spoke with feigned composure. However, her slightly pale face and trembling fingers revealed her weakness at that moment.

"Damn it, the contents of this notebook require more and more soul power as they go on. If we keep absorbing this, even that old geezer Qian Daoliu might not be able to withstand it."

"That senior said from the beginning that his talent was unparalleled in an era, and what he left behind was certainly not something that ordinary soul masters could control."

Chrysanthemum Douluo stepped forward at the opportune moment, smiling sinisterly: "Besides, ever since Nana brought it back to the Spirit Hall from the City of Slaughter, it has been supported by the Pope's spirit power. You may not realize just how terrifyingly much spirit power this notebook absorbs."

Seeing His Holiness the Pope stroking the dozing Bai Ze with his head down, showing no intention of continuing, someone finally couldn't help but stand up.

"Since Your Majesty is tired, then I will dare to offend you. My soul power is currently at its peak, so let's see if it can be of any use."

Great, someone's here to take over.

Bibi Dong smiled slightly, but the smile vanished in an instant: "Nana, give the notes to Senior Fire Bull."

"I can't bear it, I can't bear it."

Carefully taking the notebook from Hu Liena, Fire Bull Soul Douluo stared intently at the yellowed pages, his blazing soul power surging continuously from his dantian and frantically pouring into the animal-hide notebook!

"Old Niu, he's going all out right from the start?"

The already burly Fire Bull Douluo's muscles suddenly swelled even more, and not only did flame phantoms appear on his body, but a pair of twisted and sharp horns also grew from beside his ears.

"It didn't work?"

Holding the notebook in both hands, Fire Bull Soul Douluo looked bewildered.

In the state of being possessed by a Martial Soul, the speed of soul power output can be said to be 100%. Under the full output of a Soul Douluo, this seemingly tattered animal skin notebook could not even cause a ripple.

"impossible!"

"Get up!!!"

The old bull roared and vanished from his spot, replaced by a massive, fiery bull engulfed in flames, its fur billowing in the wind.

"That idiot."

Seeing the crowd being pushed aside by the giant fire bull, Chrysanthemum Douluo slapped himself on the face and remained speechless for a long time.

Even His Holiness the Pope, with his unfathomable cultivation, couldn't open it. Do you think you can pry it open?

I'm giving you face by letting you try so that I can tell you that His Majesty hasn't hidden anything. Did you really believe that you could be compared to His Majesty?

He's really a stupid, idiot.

Seeing the chaotic crowd below, Bibi Dong, sitting high on her throne, did not get angry. Instead, she watched with a smile and even gestured for them to continue.

"Old Niu, you can't do it, I'll do it!"

This time, they did not go to the far north. Ghost Leopard Douluo, who was guarding the Spirit Hall, stepped forward, pushed aside the huge fire bull, and stared intently at the notebook floating in the air.

Her Majesty the Pope is, after all, a Title Douluo. Even she struggles to maintain this strange notebook, so how could a Soul Douluo possibly shake it?

But on the other hand, as a fellow Title Douluo, he might not be without a chance!

"roar!!!"

A deliberately lowered roar rang out, and Ghost Leopard Douluo's body became slender and strong. His orange-yellow beast eyes stared intently at the notebook, and his light ink-colored soul power poured into the notebook like a fountain.

ten seconds.

Half a minute.

Two minutes.

The immense soul power, enough to kill a Soul Douluo, was unleashed without restraint. The animal skin notebook floating in front of him remained as still as a stagnant pool, unable to stir up the slightest ripple!

"impossible!"

Ghost Leopard Douluo's face was contorted with rage as he growled.

He could accept that his power was insufficient to display too much text, but he could not accept that he had exhausted his soul power and there was not even the slightest reaction!

The small animal-hide notebook seemed to have become an unfathomable black hole. No matter how much soul power was poured into it, it was like a mud ox entering the sea, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Seeing the leopard's face turn bright red, everyone's expressions changed.

"I can't."

The spirit possession was instantly dispelled, and Ghost Leopard stood dejectedly to the side, his expression showing complete surrender.

"Perhaps we were wrong from the start."

A hoarse voice rang out, and everyone looked up to see Ghost Douluo Gui Mei speaking calmly: "Is it possible that we all need to contribute our soul power together?"

Enter them together?

Yue Guan's eyes lit up: "Impressive, Old Ghost! Great idea, we can give it a try!"

As he spoke, he extended his right hand, holding a blooming chrysanthemum in his palm. Pale golden soul power, accompanied by the fragrance of the flower, slowly poured into the animal skin notebook.

The same was true for Ghost Douluo; his dark and illusory soul power surged and poured out like a tide.

Next up were Ghost Leopard Douluo and Serpent Spear Douluo.

The soul power of the eight people flowed into each other at a steady pace under each other's control. The soul power fluctuations generated after entering the animal skin notebook even moved Bibi Dong!

"It moved! It moved!"

"It's working!"

The yellowed animal hide notebook moved on its own without wind, and the blank pages, which had been deprived of soul power, began to reveal content. However, it was not a continuation of the previous content, but a series of extremely ferocious-looking incantations!

"not good!"

Bibi Dong suddenly stood up, her expression changing drastically.

In her eyes, the notebook floating among the group seemed to have transformed into a gaping maw ready to devour its prey, its pure and terrifying killing intent locking onto each Title Douluo who was channeling their soul power!

"Get out of the way!"

Ancient and profound, the killing intent, condensed to its extreme, coalesced into a ring, centered on the notebook, and suddenly expanded outwards!

"boom!!!"

As if struck hard by a hammer, Chrysanthemum Douluo coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turned ashen, and his breath weakened to the extreme!

"His Majesty."

The titled Douluo, who was also seriously injured in the same instant, looked ahead in horror, only to see Bibi Dong holding a strange giant scythe with black and red stripes, resisting and colliding with the beast skin notebook. The force of their collision caused a violent gale to rise in the hall!

"It's nothing."

As the killing intent dissipated, Bibi Dong expressionlessly put down the Rakshasa artifact in her hand. Feeling the numbness in her right hand, the surprise in her heart could not be calmed for a long time.

When she touched the notebook with her weapon, she clearly felt a surge of desire deep within her body.

"Is it you causing trouble again, Rakshasa?"

Seeing the Pope bow his head in silence, a hint of fear crept into the eyes of many high-ranking bishops as they looked at the animal-skin notebook.

"His Majesty."

The one-armed cardinal slowly stepped forward, cautiously looking at Bibi Dong: "Perhaps..."

"We could try taking the notes to the ancestral hall; that's where..."

(End of this chapter)