Nie Yun and Bibidong were in love for an afternoon until evening.

Qian Renxue pushed the door and saw Nie Yun and the others.

Her pretty face turned slightly red, and she did not look away, and looked boldly.

Last time she was at the Nie family, it was the first time she saw Bibidong's body.

But at that time she was just a surprise glance. Now, she found that her face was comparable to Bibidong, but her figure was still much weaker than Bibidong.

"Sister Dong, you have such a good figure." Qian Renxue said enviously.

Bibidong blushed and tidied up and said with a smile: "You are not bad either. When you go by a few more years, you will catch up with me."

Qian Renxue glanced at Nie Yun and said, "Our emperor, with a beauty, will no longer manage the country. It seems that he is a fool."

Bibidong burst out laughing and said, "With five of us here, he doesn't have much time to manage this empire."

Nie Yun hurriedly said, "You know my hardships too? Hurry up and choose the next successor."

Qian Renxue nodded, "Then let's elect, there are many talents in the Martial Spirit Hall."

"It's just so pleasant to make a decision." Nie Yun smiled.

When his deity breaks through to the god level, it will be time for him to travel around the world with his family.

The next day, Nie Yun announced the election of the next Emperor of the Martial Soul Empire.

Three more days later, Nie Yun brought Bibidong and Qian Renxue to visit Haotian Sect, the three gods.

Qiandaoliu has already sacrificed his sacrifice when Qian Renxue inherited the angel god.

The three of them came to the village outside the seclusion of Haotian Sect.

Seeing the three people who suddenly appeared, the man was extremely handsome and the two women looked like fairies. The eyes of the outer disciples in the Haotian Sect village were almost straightened.

"This is a private place, you can't move forward any more." A young disciple walked out and blocked Nie Yun and the other two.

His eyes couldn't help but stop on Bibidong and Qian Renxue's faces, and he swallowed his saliva from time to time.

Nie Yun smiled and said, "Please go and spread it, and just say that the Emperor of the Martial Soul Empire is visiting."

The young disciple's face changed drastically and he became extremely alert.

The Martial Soul Empire is the former Martial Soul Palace, and it is a mortal enemy of their Haotian Sect.

Many of these young people died at the hands of the Spirit Hall.

"Get out! You are not welcome here." The disciple scolded him directly.

According to legend, the current emperor of the Martial Soul Empire has a god-level cultivation level, but that is just a legend.

As for Nie Yun's young appearance, these disciples do not think that this is a god-level powerhouse.

Nie Yun was not angry, and a little breath came out.

The young disciple suddenly felt as if the sky had collapsed, and his soul was trembling.

"If you don't go and report, we will break in. You outer disciples can't stop us." Nie Yun said with a smile.

The disciple looked at Nie Yun with sweat on his head and hurriedly ran in.

In just over ten minutes, Tang Xiao, the leader of Haotian Sect, hurried out, and followed several elders next to him.

These elders are all old-fashioned Douluo left by the Haotian Sect, and they are powerful.

"It turns out that the Emperor of the Martial Soul Empire is here to come, please come inside." Tang Xiao made a gesture of invitation.

The other elders glared and stood in front of Nie Yun and the other two.

"Zheng Master Tang, what do you mean?" Nie Yun asked with a smile.

"Seven Elders, the visitor is a guest, don't lose your etiquette." Tang Xiao frowned.

The Seventh Elder has the most hot temper. At that time, his closest relatives died at the hands of the Spirit Hall, so he hated the Spirit Hall the most.

He stared at Bibidong. At that time, it was this Pope Bibidong who was like a snake and a scorpion that killed countless people in the Haotian Sect.

Now I still want to step into the Haotian Sect and have a delusion.

The soul power of the seventh elder was surging, and a huge Haotian hammer had appeared in his hand and directly bombarded Bibidong.

"Seven Elders!" Tang Xiao shouted, but did not stop him.

Their major titles Douluo are not afraid of Bibidong at all.

He also wanted to see how much progress Bibidong has made over the years.

As for Nie Yun and Qian Renxue on the side, he had automatically ignored it.

I heard that Nie Yun, the current emperor of the Martial Soul Empire, is a god-level powerful man, but Tang Xiao doesn't think so.

The god-level powerhouse doesn't even know him, the leader of the Haotian Sect, so how could the people outside know about it?

In his opinion, this must be a kind of publicity for the Martial Soul Empire, deifying the Martial Soul Empire and making the image of the Martial Soul Empire taller in the hearts of all the people.

Tang Xiao's mouth gradually raised up. Perhaps Bibidong was going to fall here today. Even if he couldn't kill Bibidong, he would have to humiliate him to vent his hatred.

The huge Haotian hammer of the Seventh Elder was raised high and smashed it to Bibidong's head.

Bibidong stood there and looked up slightly, staring at the falling Haotian Hammer.

In an instant, the space seemed to solidify.

The powerful hammer of the Seventh Elder, a hammer that condensed all his soul power and anger, actually paused strangely in the air, as if it was held by an invisible big hand.

An extremely terrifying pressure came, pressing on the titled Douluo of Haotian Sect.

Tang Xiao and others were shocked. Such a terrifying aura was never possessed by his ancestor Tang Chen.

What realm has Bibidong reached?

Crack, the Haotian hammer in the seventh elder's hand was directly shattered under Bibidong's gaze.

puff--

The seventh elder spurted out his old blood, and his body could no longer bear the terrifying pressure, so he knelt down directly.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings." Tang Xiao shouted loudly.

"Hmph, is it a misunderstanding?" Nie Yun stood up with a smile.

The momentum of his body burst out with all his strength, which made the Haotian Sect even more terrifying.

"Haha, I'll come too." Qian Renxue also took a few steps forward, and the aura of the angel god emanated.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, the wind and clouds changed color, as if the sky was about to collapse.

Tang Xiao and others could no longer support him. Everyone fell to the ground, and the soul power in their bodies was suppressed to death and could not be mobilized at all.

They were shocked and their faces were extremely pale. They finally understood what realm these three people were.

This is definitely the legendary level 100. Only with this kind of cultivation can they be directly pressed down with their momentum.

You should know that they are all powerful titled Douluo.

Is Haotian Sect really going to completely perish today? These people are extremely sad.

"Nie Yun, show mercy!" Suddenly a shout came from behind.

Nie Yun looked back and found that it was Tang Hao who was back.

"Let them go." Nie Yun said lightly.

The three of them retracted their momentum.

Tang Xiao and the others were gasping for breath, feeling that they had walked in front of the gate of hell, and their sweat had wet their clothes.

Tang Hao ran over and breathed a sigh of relief.

If he returned a while later, he would probably be the only remaining strong men from Haotian Sect.

"Uncle Tang, long time no see." Nie Yun greeted with a smile.

Tang Hao looked at Nie Yun with a complicated expression, "I didn't expect that you will really reach the god level if you haven't seen each other for a few years."

It was indeed a god-level... Tang Xiao and the others were shocked and could no longer have any hostility.

The feeling that Nie Yun and the other two gave them just now was as if they could kill them with just one thought. Do strong people with such strength still dare to be enemies?
Chapter completed!