Chapter 57

Jibei city is quite prosperous. Maybe he has been busy fighting and understanding the origin of blood. It's hard to relax this time. Chen Xiaoming stayed in Jibei city for nearly half a month.

In the past half a month, Chen Xiaoming has visited Jibei city for seven or eight times, but he has a good time.

At night, after Chen Xiaoming finished his leisurely life again, he returned to his place of residence and rested early.

After visiting Jibei City, he will leave tomorrow.

While Chen Xiaoming was resting, two figures came in quietly at the South Gate of Jibei city and went towards the main hall of martial spirits in the city.

At the moment, Scott is waiting anxiously in the main hall of the martial soul. The news from the martial soul hall will arrive today. As the bishop of the first hall, he is waiting here.

"Whew, whew."

The figures in two black robes rushed in. Scott was stunned, but then he felt the subtle fluctuations sent out by the other party and immediately reacted.

"My subordinate Scott, I've seen two worshippers."

He bowed respectfully and saluted them respectfully.

"Well, are you sure?"

One of the voices inquired. Scott's forehead was already sweating. The light power from the two people gave him great pressure.

"Two adults, because each other's strength is strong, they don't dare to send someone to monitor rashly. They're afraid to scare the snake."

As soon as the words were finished, the pressure on his shoulder increased a bit, Scott continued quickly.

"However, my subordinates have sent people to monitor the exit of the city. Until today, I haven't found any trace of each other. It should still be in the city."

"Should I?"

There was a trace of displeasure in his words. Scott's sweat slipped on his forehead and his bent waist was a little lower.

"Well, well done."

Just as the situation became more and more tense, another figure smiled and said. The pressure on Scott's shoulder was suddenly relieved.

There was still a trace of displeasure in the figure of export before, but I didn't say anything more when I thought of the strength of the other party.

In the silent night, Jibei city seems very quiet, but under this tranquility, the figures of Wuhun hall are moving and looking for something.

The next morning

"Hoo, good sleep. It's time to go today."

I stretched out and stayed in the far north city for half a month. I've played everything I should play, and I should go to other places.

Relax, relax, and upgrade when the experience value is enough. This is called life.

It's hard to practice day by day and then become stronger. There's really no fun in life.

Out of the South Gate of Jibei City, Chen Xiaoming went all the way south. Not far away, he came to an open plain. Now this season, there is still thick snow on the ground.

Chen Xiaoming glanced, nodded with satisfaction, and stopped at his feet.

"Come out. I've followed you all the way. Aren't you tired?"

Behind the hillside not far behind, two figures came slowly. The figure was shrouded in black and couldn't see clearly.

With a smile, Chen Xiaoming turned his head and looked at the two people walking indifferently.

From the beginning of going out of the extreme north city, Chen Xiaoming noticed that someone was following him behind him. After all, he understood the space avenue for so long and couldn't even be found by others. It would be a shame.

"You two, what's the matter with me?"

The two figures who came didn't expect Chen Xiaoming to find himself, let alone that he would be so indifferent.

One of the figures stepped forward, and the nine soul rings rose slowly from his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Two yellow, two purple and five black are very standard Soul Ring configurations, symbolizing each other's title Douluo level strength.

Nine soul rings condensed around the figure, and a terrible soul force pressure came to Chen Xiaoming.

"The pope would like to invite your excellency to the hall of martial spirits!"

The voice of cold words sounded, and the authority of the figure on Chen Xiaoming increased a bit.

"Yo, Wu soul hall?"

Chen Xiaoming said softly, why did Wu soul hall find him for no reason? It seems that he has nothing to do with Wu soul hall.

Where did the Wu soul hall know that it had a soul ring for 100000 years?

For a time, Chen Xiaoming became interested.

"Although I don't know what your Pope wants me to do, I'm busy now!"

With an indifferent smile, Chen Xiaoming completely ignores the pressure on his body. Such a little soul power pressure is at most the level of soul Douluo. He is not even qualified to let him fight.

I don't know if the title Douluo in front of me is stupid? When the nine soul rings are exposed, give yourself a soul power threat of soul Douluo level. Who do you despise?

"Do you want to refuse?"

With a bit of coldness in his words, the soul pressure of his figure on Chen Xiaoming finally broke through the level of Title Douluo in an instant.

"So what!"

From beginning to end, Chen Xiaoming didn't pay attention to them. If he didn't want to tease them, he would have ended the battle now.

"Whew."

"The fifth soul skill is full of chain shadow."

Chen Xiaoming's words fell, his figure moved instantly, the fifth Soul Ring flashed on his body, a black death sickle appeared, and the deep black awn floated. The death chain wound on the death sickle flew out in an instant and turned into countless chain shadows, but in an instant, Chen Xiaoming was tied up.

The figure is the title Douluo of the Wuhun hall. The soul power is up to level 91. The sickle of the Wuhun God of death and the title of the God of death are one of the few Title Douluo who do not stand by in the Wuhun hall.

This mission was commissioned by Pope bibidon himself.

Seeing a successful blow, death Douluo looked stunned, but then he thought of the actual gap between them.

Just looking at Chen Xiaoming's indifferent expression, death Douluo was still stunned, and there was no reason in his heart.

It was a little too smooth. The other party didn't resist.

Also thinking of this, there was another Wuhun hall Title Douluo who had not made a sound nearby. At this moment, he flashed and stood beside the God of death Douluo.

"Old devil, be careful."

Figure and death Douluo have been partners for many years. They are also the title Douluo with soul power up to 91. Wu soul is the snow wolf, the title snow wolf.

"You two, do you know why I found you long ago and stopped here?"

When the situation was silent, Chen Xiaoming, who had not resisted, raised his mouth slightly and asked softly.

The two title Douluo were obviously stunned, but before they could answer, Chen Xiaoming looked around the environment. It was snowy and peaceful.

"Don't you think this is a good burial place?"