"Eat quickly, I won't eat it when it gets cold later."

Qian Xunji looked at Bibidong in front of him and said quietly.

"Thank you, Master."

Bibidong didn't doubt that there was him, so he obediently picked up the barbecue in his hand and started eating.

Qianxunji, who had been watching Bibidong, saw Bibidong eating the barbecue in his hand, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"Xiaodong, you are the saint of the Spirit Hall. Do you really want to abandon the Spirit Hall?"

Qianxun looked at Bibidong with gentle eyes and said with a look of consolation.

Along the way, Bibidong was trying to make Chihiroji agree to her and let her leave the Spirit Hall, but how could this be possible! As a rare genius in the Spirit Hall, Chihiroji would not let Bibidong leave the Spirit Hall no matter what.

Even with dirty means, he would leave Bibidong in the Spirit Hall.

I said that the distance from Wuhun City was too far away. He knew that he was afraid he could not escape Yang Dong's pursuit. If that was the case, it would be imminent for him to leave one for himself.

That's right, he just handed Bibidong a snake drizzle on the barbecue, which is a colorless and tasteless aphrodisiac.

Snakes are naturally lustful, and this kind of snake saliva is taken from the ten thousand years of snake soul beasts, which has extremely domineering effects.

"Master, let me go, I really love Xiaogang!"

Hearing Chihiroji's words, Bibidong begged to look at Chihiroji and said.

"Haha, Xiaodong, don't worry, let's talk about everything after it's over tonight."

The smile on Qianxunji's face flew away, and he looked at Bibidong in front of him coldly. As the saint of their Spirit Hall, it was really funny to want to leave the Spirit Hall.

Life is the person in the Martial Spirit Hall, death is the ghost in the Martial Spirit Hall!

"Well? Master, my whole body is so hot. What did you eat for me?"

After a while, Bibi Dong's pretty face turned red, and his body kept twisting. His big, watery eyes seemed to be full of charm in Qianxunji's eyes.

"It's nothing, just put a little snake saliva on the barbecue."

While talking, Qian Xunji took off his clothes and swept his eyes around Bibidong.

What?!

Snake drool!

Bibidong's body stiffened. She had known this kind of thing. She never expected that her beloved teacher would drug herself.

"Xiaodong, I said that you are from the Spirit Hall. You have to stay in the Spirit Hall for the rest of your life. This is your life!"

Qianxunji took off his upper clothes and stared proudly at Bibidong.

"You...you!"

Bibidong was shocked and angry, but she could feel her reason gradually disappearing, and there was a fiery desire burning from the depths of her heart.

Just then,

Yang Dong appeared in this cave.

"That, I'm so sorry for disturbing you!"

Yang Dong looked at Qian Xunji in front of him and said, "He really didn't expect that it was now, and the pope of the Spirit Hall still had the heart to have fun."

"Yang Dong!"

Qian Xunji's face turned pale. He really didn't expect Yang Dong to catch up with him so soon.

"Tell me where the child is, I turn around and leave!"

Hearing Yang Dong's words, a sneer appeared on Qian Xunji's face.

"Tell you, I'm afraid I'll die soon!"

He had seen Yang Dong's ruthlessness for a long time. He would not be moved at all when he heard Yang Dong's words.

"That's a pity!"

Yang shook his head, and the next moment he appeared beside Qian Xunji, raised the magic knife in his hand and slashed it down.

The Sword of the Holy!

Qian Xunji's expression tightened, the angel's martial soul possessed him, and an angel sword burning with the sacred fire appeared in his hand.

Draw your sword and slash!

The Angel's sword ran across the side, and the Holy Cremation turned into a sword energy and rushed towards Yang Dong.

“Huh?”

Yang Dong was surprised that Qian Xunji could use the sword drawing slash, but he didn't care much. After so many years, the sword drawing slash has been eliminated from his skill list.

"Puff!"

The magic sword Qianbian scattered into many fragments the moment it touched the Angel Sword. It bypassed his attack in Qianxunji's terrified eyes and finally landed on him.

The physical injury stimulated Qian Xunji's bloodiness, the seventh soul skill, and the true body of martial soul!

The eighth soul skill: Holy light impact!

A holy six-winged angel appeared in the cave and attacked Yang Dong!

Click!

The fluctuations of the two fighting made the mountain appear larger cracks, like spider web-like cracks spreading on the mountain.

"It's just that?"

Yang Dong easily resisted Qian Xunji's angry blow.

Then you go and die!

"Extreme Ghost Sword Technique-Storm Style!"

The sharp sword intent emanated from Yang Dong's body, destroying everything around him.

At this moment, Yang Dong showed his sword skills that he had never used. With this move, he could be called the Sword Saint!

The sharp sword intent turned into twenty-four long swords and wrapped Qian Xunji in it.

12 long swords were in the air, and 12 long swords were inserted into the ground, forming a sword formation that killed the enemy.

"Yang Dong, if you dare to kill me, my father will not let you go!"

Qianxunji felt the power of this sword formation, and there was no problem in strangling him.

His face turned pale and he threatened Yang Dong on the side with a trembling look. He knew this was useless, but what if! What if his father's reputation played a role?

"You would have died at my hands without your father!"

Yang Dong said indifferently.

He really didn't expect that if he didn't go to look for Qianxunji, Qianxunji came to him instead.

If you want to change the ending of A Yin and Tang Hao, the person in front of you must die!

"bass!"

Yang slashed his palm gently, and a long sword easily cut off half of Qian Xunji's wings.

“Ah~”

"You kill me, don't think about finding that child!"

Qianxunji screamed in pain.

"It's okay, your memory will tell me!"

Yang Dong was speaking, while controlling the Storm-Storm-style launching a thunder attack on Qianxunji.

The dazzling sword intent kept cutting on Qianxunji's body. As the last sword penetrated into the heart, Qianxunji's aura instantly became weak.

This night,

The second pope of the Spirit Hall, Qianxunji, died at the hands of the ghost Douluo Yang Dong.

"Get memory!"

Yang Dong's ghost hand martial soul emerged, and his huge mental power began to quickly browse Qian Xunji's memory.

"Finally found!"

"Um!"

Before Yang Dong could react, a ball of nephrite squeezed into his arms, and his hot lips directly reflected on Yang Dong's lips.

This person is Bibidong, the saint of the Spirit Hall!

Yang Dong opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the stunning beauty who had fallen into lust, half-tied clothes, and was facing him.

This man can bear it!

In three seconds, Yang Dong turned his back!

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Three thousand words are omitted here.

ps: The old year has passed, and the new year is about to begin. I wish you good health and wealth in the new year! Promotion and wealth!
Chapter completed!