Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

Over the years, knowing that Su Mo was focused on cultivation, she never brought up the matter herself.

Now that this situation has arisen, the long-suppressed desire in her heart can no longer be suppressed.

"Okay." Su Mo nodded and didn't say anything more.

At this moment, Poseidon couldn't help but ask, "Su Mo, what if the rest of us also...?"

Su Mo shook his head: "Your situations are different, there's no need to worry."

The three women breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Poseidon's beautiful eyes flickered, and she tentatively asked, "Now that I've become a god, can we also...?"

Su Mo smiled and shook his head: "You've already become a god, and you have a long life ahead of you. There's no need to rush. Let's talk about it when I get back."

“Okay, you said it yourself, so I’ll wait for you to come back.” Poseidon smiled sweetly, her eyes full of anticipation.

"As for you two," Su Mo looked at A Yin and Bibi Dong, "A Yin, you need to work hard to cultivate and catch up with us as soon as possible. Dong'er, you are about to take over the position of Pope. If you have a child, you will be unable to attend to everything. So neither of you should rush into this matter. After all, we are still young and have a long future ahead of us."

Bibi Dong and A Yin nodded obediently without saying anything more; they both knew that Su Mo was right.

After dinner.

Su Mo led Ye Qingshuang back to the master bedroom, while the other three women tactfully returned to their respective rooms.

Time passed quietly, and two days later...

Su Mo arrived at the cultivation room.

His expression was solemn, and with a thought, the mark of the Scepter of Destruction on his forehead suddenly lit up.

Immediately afterwards, a purplish-black portal quietly appeared in front of him.

With a resolute expression, Su Mo stepped into the portal of light.

A flash of purplish-black light, and the portal, along with Su Mo's figure, vanished, returning the cultivation room to silence once more.

Chapter 191 The Seventh Trial of Destruction, The Succession Ceremony

Light and shadow shift and change.

When the feeling of weightlessness subsided, Su Mo found himself in a completely unfamiliar world.

Above the horizon, an endless expanse of thick thunderclouds, like a leaden-gray curtain, completely obscured the sunlight.

The only source of light in the world was the purplish-black lightning that kept flashing deep in the clouds.

Even with Su Mo's current cultivation level, he could still feel a terrifying aura from the lightning that made his heart tremble.

His gaze was deep and fixed as he surveyed the apocalyptic scene.

Just then, a majestic voice, seemingly above all living beings, suddenly filled the entire world:

"The Seventh Trial of Destruction: Temper yourself with lightning containing the power of destruction. During the trial, you may not use any soul skills to resist. The trial period is one year."

As the sound faded, the world returned to deathly silence, but the purplish-black lightning in the clouds became even more violent.

Su Mo raised his head and looked at the churning, boiling thunderclouds: "Come on!"

After saying that, he took a deep breath, his expression resolute, and sat cross-legged on the spot.

Suddenly, the thunderclouds in the sky became violent and turbulent, and a purplish-black light suddenly shone brightly.

The next instant, countless arcs of electricity emerged from the depths of the clouds, tearing through the dim sky and earth like a spider web, and crashing down with a devastating force.

In the blink of an eye, Su Mo was completely submerged in a sea of ​​purple-black lightning.

His clothes shattered the moment the lightning struck him, turning into nothingness and revealing his strong and well-proportioned body.

His muscles were sculpted with such distinct lines, but now, the surface of those muscles was torn and charred black.

At the same time, the extremely domineering destructive power surged into Su Mo's body like a flood breaking through a dam, rampaging through his meridians.

Su Mo's body trembled suddenly, and he let out a low groan.

Su Mo immediately gritted his teeth, letting the endless destructive lightning wash over him.

He knew very well that he had no way out.

This is not only a test for the God King of Destruction, but also an essential path for him to reach a higher realm.

If you can't even endure this little bit of pain, what right do you have to inherit the position of the two God Kings?

Fifteen minutes later, the first wave of thunder dissipated.

Suddenly, a purplish-black light surged from Su Mo's body, and his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to their original state in the blink of an eye.

However, at that moment, countless bolts of lightning struck down once more...

Time slips away quietly.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The lightning from the Domain of Destruction never ceased, wave after wave, each more violent than the last, relentlessly striking Su Mo.

Su Mo remained motionless, like an unchanging ancient sculpture, enduring the raging sea of ​​lightning.

His body cracked and healed in the lightning, repeating this cycle endlessly.

Su Mo gradually came to understand the true meaning of destruction: destruction is not about breaking things down, but about breaking them down and then building them up again, exchanging the end for a new life.

……

Wuhun City.

In the square outside the Papal Palace.

A dense crowd of Spirit Hall Soul Masters gathered here, all eyes focused on the high platform in front of the Papal Palace.

Several cardinals stood on either side of the platform.

Kiku-ki and Douluo the Second were also above.

Ahead of them stood Bibi Dong, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, and Pope Qian Xunji.

At this moment, Bibidon was wearing a brand new papal robe.

The robe was tailored perfectly, outlining her graceful figure to the fullest.

Her face was still stunningly beautiful, but the liveliness and innocence of the past had faded, replaced by a sense of composure and dignity.

For more than a month, she has been following Qian Xunji around every day.

Qian Xunji imparted all his decades of accumulated experience to Bibi Dong, who repaid her teacher's trust with unimaginable diligence and focus.

From the first light of dawn to the stillness of night, she hardly stopped for a moment.

Although she is still quite naive, her learning ability is astonishing.

She could grasp what Qian Xunji taught her in one reading and master it completely in the second.

At this moment, Chihiro slowly stepped forward.

He was not wearing a papal robe today, but rather a gold robe.

He stood at the edge of the platform, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd in the square.

"Gentlemen."

Qian Xunji's voice, imbued with powerful soul energy, though not loud, clearly resounded throughout the entire square, reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Today, I formally pass the papacy to my disciple, Bibi Dong, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bibi Dong stepped forward and stood side by side with Qian Xunji.

She faced the densely packed Soul Masters in the square, her gaze calm and resolute.

Qian Xunji turned to look at her, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride: "Dong'er, let them see your current strength."

"Yes, teacher." Bibi Dong nodded slightly.

The next moment, purple light surged, and a powerful surge of soul power erupted from her body.

The Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul emerged from behind her.

Immediately afterwards, nine soul rings, seven black and two red, circled around her feet, slowly rotating.

This was the first time Bibi Dong had publicly released her martial soul and soul rings since returning from Seagod Island.

This was also her first demonstration of strength as the new Pope of the Spirit Hall.

On the plaza, thousands of soul masters focused their gazes on the seven black and two red soul rings, and expressions of shock spread like a tide among the crowd.

"Title Douluo!"

"Seven ten-thousand-year spirit rings and two hundred-thousand-year spirit rings! This... this kind of spirit ring configuration is simply heaven-defying!"

"How old is Your Highness, the Holy Maiden? You already possess such cultivation!"

“I was just worried that Her Highness was too young and might not be able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Pope… Now it seems that I was short-sighted.”

Discussions rose and fell, and exclamations of amazement filled the air.

Those who had previously harbored doubts about the new pope now completely abandoned their disdain, their eyes filled only with deep awe and admiration.

Titled Douluo are extremely rare, even on the entire continent, let alone Bibi Dong, who has reached this level at such a young age, whose spirit ring configuration is beyond the norm.

With such talent and potential, her future is limitless.

After displaying her strength on the high platform, which was enough to convince everyone, Bibi Dong withdrew her martial spirit.

Even though the martial soul had been retrieved, the shock brought by those nine soul rings was still deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

Everyone's gaze became even more fervent and reverent.

At this moment, Chihiro waved her hand.

Soon, two cardinals stepped forward with solemn steps.

A person holds an exquisite tray with both hands, on which sits a magnificent and solemn papal crown.

The other person held the papal scepter in both hands.

Both of these items symbolize the supreme power of the Spirit Hall.

The two stopped respectfully behind Qian Xunji, bowing their heads slightly and even breathing very softly.