it's all over……

Bibi Dong sighed quietly, and his eyes returned to indifference and determination!

The majestic Martial Spirit Hall is like sinking into a pool of stagnant water, without any hope.

The noble and cool Pope, who has the power of the world number one, seems so lonely and lonely at this moment.

"The Pope's Crown."

A Templar walked up to the hall and said respectfully: "Mu Hong...wake up!"

The beautiful eyes suddenly opened, Bibidong's mouth raised a dangerous arc, and his jade palm slapped the handrail, and with a "sudden" sound, his figure disappeared strangely on the hall.

The Pope's Hall, an underground secret room!

The secret room was empty, only an ice coffin was stored.

A middle-aged man in his forties was lying in the ice coffin. He had a right arm missing. The fracture was neat, as if he had been cut off by a person. There was a three-inch-long knife on his chest that penetrated his heart. A large amount of blood flowed out had long solidified and completely frozen under the erosion of frost.

This person's face was pale, his pupils were divergent, and he had already lost his pulse and vitality.

All signs indicate.

This is a dead person!

"Crack-bang!"

A sound of ice chunks shattering sounded.

The middle-aged man's fingers suddenly trembled, and a burst of blazing golden divine light burst out from his body, shattering the ice coffin, and endless ice debris fell all over the ground.

"Hosh~hhhh~!"

He sat up suddenly, breathing desperately, his face full of fear, as if he had not recovered from the fear of death in the past.

"Mu Hong!"

Bibidong teleported to the secret room and looked at the middle-aged man who had resurrected the dead. Even as the pope and was knowledgeable, she couldn't help but show a shocked expression and sighed: "What a wonderful "turtle breathing technique". I've been sleeping for two years, and I've really brought you back to life!"

"Crown of the Pope!"

Seeing Bibi coming, Mu Hong was extremely shocked and quickly got up to salute the Pope. However, because he had been sleeping for too long, he had just woken up, his hands and feet were not in control, and before he could stand up, his body tilted and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Okay Mu Hong, you survive the disaster, don't be too polite!"

Bibi Dong smiled slightly, raised his jade hand, and a soft soul light released, gently supporting Mu Hong on the ground.

"Thank you for the Pope's crown!"

Mu Hong sat on the ground, gasped violently, and said, "It's so dangerous, so dangerous, I almost died. Fortunately, my Xuanwu Martial Spirit is born with the "turtle breath technique", which can allow me, who is on the verge of death, to enter a state of false death, and avoid injury 50%. However, even so, the injury I suffered was too severe. I fell asleep for two years before I repaired the injuries on my body. I almost couldn't even save the turtle breath technique!"

"Haha, but it seems that although it is a life-threatening death, you have also become a blessing in disguise, and your soul power seems to have increased a lot..."

Bibidong narrowed his beautiful eyes and clearly penetrated Mu Hong's strength. Mu Hong was just a soul king two years ago. Now he has recovered from the dead and his skills have increased greatly. The soul power in his meridians is extremely thriving. Bibidong seems to be able to hear the strong soul power roaring like a tsunami.

Now the soul power in Mu Hong's body is probably no less than level 70!

"Everything is thanks to the great kindness of the crown prince!"

Mu Hong's strength has increased greatly, but he dared not make any rash moves in front of Bibidong, because he understood how afraid the woman in front of him was. Even if he was promoted to level 20 on the basis of the current basis, he would be easily killed by the latter.

He said respectfully: "If the Pope's crown had seen through my turtle breathing technique at first sight, and did not let someone dispose of my body, but stored it carefully, I'm afraid my body would have been gone, let alone resurrection from the dead."

Although the Turtle Breath Technique is infinitely exquisite and can allow him to rely on 50% of the damage-free effect to avoid fatal injuries, it is not an invincible resurrection skill, but it has great restrictions.

If the corpse is severely damaged, such as being dismembered, or being corroded by insects, even if his turtle breathing technique is perfect, he will definitely die.

Because of this turtle breathing technique, the primary resurrection condition is to keep the body well. If there is no head and the body is broken into two pieces, there is still only one dead end. Even the God of Daluo cannot save him.

However, as the saying goes, misfortune depends on good fortune, and good fortune lies in bad fortune. Mu Hong relied on the turtle breathing technique and resurrected himself, and his strength also increased by more than ten times, which means rebirth of Nirvana.

"Haha, Mu Hong, you don't have to be too humble. Your turtle breathing technique is indeed exquisite, and even I am amazed."

Bibidong stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at Mu Hong, and said thoughtfully: "The soul power fluctuates very strongly. Your soul power is probably already at level 70. As long as you get the soul ring, you will be a soul saint powerful man!"

“That’s right.”

Mu Hong nodded, and couldn't help but feel ecstasy in his heart. That was the realm of the Soul Saint. In the past, he could only look up and yearn for it. He might not have reached this mysterious realm after all his life's efforts.

Now he has resurrected from the dead, his soul power has skyrocketed, reaching the level of level 70 in one fell swoop. As long as he goes to the Soul Beast Forest to absorb two soul rings, he will be a soul saint powerful man.

Thinking of this, Mu Hong was very excited.

"Very good, there will be another soul saint powerhouse in my Spirit Hall."

Bibidong smiled faintly, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said, "Mu Hong obeys the order, you are now the new Platinum Bishop of my Spirit Hall!"

"Biography of Platinum?!"

Hearing this, Mu Hong stared at his eyes, his face full of disbelief. He was originally just a small deacon in the Spirit Hall, and in the Spirit Hall where there were many powerful people, he was a trivial little person.

The Platinum Bishop of the Wuhun Hall is the highest position below the Pope, and is less than one person and more than ten thousand people. He enjoys supreme authority. Even the emperors of the two empires must be treated with courtesy when they see him and dare not be disrespectful.

Mu Hong was lucky enough to be resurrected from the dead, not only did he soar in strength, but he was also promoted to platinum bishop.

This is really a double happiness, one step ahead!

"Thank you, the Pope's crown, for your great kindness, Mu Hongwan will be repaid!"

Mu Hong knelt down on the ground with a "thump" and kowtowed Bibidong heavily.

"Um!"

Bibidong nodded, very satisfied with Mu Hong's reaction. All she needed was the absolute loyalty of her subordinates. Mu Hong's resurrection through the Turtle Breath Technique will have endless potential in the future.

"Okay, I won't say much polite words!"

Bibi Dong waved his hand, his pretty face suddenly became serious, frowned and stared at Mu Hong, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me, what happened that day, and who did you all kill you, are you traitor Luo Xuanchen?!"

“Yes, not!”

Mu Hong's eyes showed a look of memories and said solemnly: "Report to the Pope's Crown, Lord Xue Douluo was indeed killed by the rebel Luo Xuanchen with a knife, but I have other people who were killed by a young boy!"

Thinking of the indifferent boy, Mu Hong couldn't help but shivered coldly, and could not get rid of the fear of death. He could vaguely remember the eyes that had no emotional fluctuations when the boy penetrated his heart with a knife.

Indifferent, cruel, murderous intent!

"A teenager?!"

Hearing this, Bibidong couldn't help but look shocked. He seemed even more surprised and surprised than Luo Xuanchen's killing of Blood Douluo, because she felt a potential threat.

Since Luo Xuanchen, who had a waste of martial soul, broke through to the title-title realm, he has washed away his previous identity as a waste and became the famous sword Douluo on the continent. When he was most famous, he even surpassed Haotian Douluo!

Therefore, Luo Xuanchen killed Blood Douluo, which was more acceptable than Bi Dong.

But a young boy killed more than a dozen masters of the Spirit Hall, including the Soul King Mu Hong. What a terrible talent, Bibi Dong was a little shocked. He suspected that this young man was Luo Xuanchen's disciple and would definitely be the number one enemy of the Spirit Hall in the future.

"Do you know who that boy is?" Bibidong said in a deep voice.

"I don't know, but he looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he already has the strong ability to kill the Soul King. I think he is definitely not an ordinary person. I believe he must be very famous on the mainland now!" Mu Hong explained.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, you can kill the Soul King!

Bibidong's pupils suddenly shrank, and he murmured: "Is it that boy..."

She now has two kill lists on hand, each of whom is a peerless genius with no other choice. Among them, the one with stronger combat power and greater suspicion must be Fang Xuan from Tiandou Academy!

If it is Fang Xuan, then he must be completely erased no matter what, because he is not only the prince of the Tiandou Empire, but also a traitor to the Wuhun Palace and a disciple of Luo Xuanchen!

Bibidong felt a strong threat, stared at Mu Hong coldly, and said, "If you meet that boy again, can you... still recognize him?"

"able!"
Chapter completed!