Chapter 1618    Return to the Soul Fighting Continent!

With the admission ticket to Fusheng Continent, he can come at any time with two months left.

Although he couldn't wait to cultivate immortality in his heart, the matters on the Soul Fighting Continent and on the Earth had to be handled first...

"Bang!"

The door of the house was opened.

The Spiritual Artifact rushed in first, followed by Liu Qingzhu.

"Master, Su, where is Su Chenren?"

Liu Qingzhu's red lips trembled slightly.

Spiritual Medicine: "..."

Lingyao Zhenren: "Why are you so confused by your teacher! Alas!"

now.

Soul Fighting Continent.

"I'm here!"

"Martial Soul Palace, I'm here..."

As soon as Su Chen landed, he flew quickly towards the direction of Wuhun City.

From afar, he could still see the temple where he smashed the Pope's Palace is under renovation.

Inner Hall.

Bibidong knelt in front of Qianxunji, and the latter held his forehead and sighed, "Dong'er, do you really want to give up your identity as a saint? Are you willing to linger in the mortal world?"

"I don't want to stay in this ugly place."

"I want freedom."

Bibidong raised a pair of beautiful pink and golden eyes.

Although she and Su Chen were looking at each other for a day, the "death" of this friend touched her and also allowed her to see the true face of the Spirit Hall.

After saying that, she turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Qianxunji launched a sneak attack from behind and knocked her out with a knife.

"Well……"

After Bibidong fainted, Chihiroji hugged her, his eyes getting hotter and hotter.

"Dong'er, do you know how much I love you?"

"You actually want to leave. You disappointed me too much..."

"I will keep you with me completely."

Chihiroji's eyes showed determination.

He waved his hand, and the Pope turned, and a door to a secret room appeared.

After entering the secret room, he placed Bibi Dongping in his coma on a large soft bed.

"Dong'er, I love you..."

Qianxunji reached out to remove Bibidong's clothes.

Soon, a perfect snow-white body and delicate body appeared in Qianxunji's eyes.

"Guru."

He swallowed and couldn't help but feel excited, "Dong'er, you are so beautiful... You are simply the most perfect gift from God."

After speaking, he fell down with a kiss.

Before he kissed the two red lips, a very strong soul power fluctuation swept in and was instantly discovered by him.

"Who dares to spy on my Spirit Hall!"

Qian Xunji was furious.

He covered Bibidong's stack with a quilt, quickly left the secret room, and came to the sky.

A familiar face appeared in his eyes, "It's you!?"

"Meet again, His Majesty the Pope."

Su Chen was wearing the spiritual robe of an outer disciple of Ziyun Sect, and a smile was outlined on the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, have you changed your clothes and come to die!"

"Father didn't kill you, I'll come, I won't give you any chance!"

Qian Xunji raised his hands up and showed his nine soul rings one after another.

"The Seventh Soul Skill, the true body of an angel!"

"The sixth soul skill, Angel Holy Sword!"

"Die!"

"Dong'er is mine!!"

The six-winged angel behind Qian Xunji waved the holy sword and slashed at Su Chen with one sword.

"Qingfeng Step!"

Su Chen's figure flashed, and several ghostly phantoms appeared.

The next moment, Qian Xunji only saw a fist magnifying in front of his eyes, "What!?"

"Demon-suppressing Fist!"

"I beat you to death to death!"

Su Chen didn't say nonsense and punched him in the face.

The golden elixir in his body was circulating, and endless power surged up. Now he is different from the past!

"Bang!"

Direct headshot!

A large amount of green viscous liquid sprinkles the sky.

A headless corpse wearing golden armor fell directly and smashed on the square of the Pope's Palace.

Soon, a scream came from below!

"Thousands of flowing!!!"

"Old guy, get out and die!!"

"Otherwise I will destroy your broken hall!"

Su Chen's voice enveloped the entire Pope's Hall.

"Looking for disease!!!"

Soon, a surging breath rushed towards Su Chen and carried the endless murderous intent.

At the same time, seven or eight entitled Douluo's powerful entourages flew out and were shocked when they saw Qian Xunji who died tragically...

"Pay my son's life!"

Qian Daoliu was like crazy, and the peerless Douluo was fully capable of, and he had the peak cultivation level of the Golden Pill!

After Su Chen waited for him to rush up, he took out the Yinfeng Mixed Cave Hammer from the Na Ring and smashed it with one hammer!

"Die to my dear!"

"What? Haotian Hammer? No, it's much more powerful than Haotian Hammer!"

Thousands of Flu felt the terrifying pressure from the hammer and quickly activated the eighth soul skill, Angel Saint Armor.

There was a loud bang!

The entire Pope Hall was shaken three times, and many halls collapsed directly...

The entire Wuhun Hall launched a magnitude seven-magnitude earthquake. With just one hammer, Su Chen had not even used any hammer technique!

“pia-ji!”

The great worship of the Temple of Angels, Qiandaoliu, one of the three peerless Douluo in the world, directly turned into a ball of meat sauce...

This is the power of the Taoist weapon in the world of immortal cultivation!

Crossing the Soul Continent!

“Great worship!”

"The great worship is dead!"

"Oh My God?"
To be continued...