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In the early morning, the sun rises, and the sunlight shines through the branches and leaves of the trees, bringing a warm glow to the dim forest. In the forest, the mist curls, the insects chirp and the birds chirp, which looks dreamy and quiet.

The morning light fell on Zeng Yi's body, at this time, he was sitting under a tree, the light blue soul power slowly flowed around his body, the wind rolled up and fell leaves, circulating around Zeng Yi's body, his eyes were closed, and he was meditating and cultivating.

The wind rolls the fallen leaves, smells the body and turns, visible to the naked eye, with Zeng Yi's breathing, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and then calms down for a while, with a very harmonious sense of rhythm, natural and peaceful.

After a long time, the wind suddenly stopped, and the fallen leaves that were rolled in the air paused for a moment, as if they were suspended in the air.

In an instant, a powerful and fierce momentum erupted from Zeng Yi's body, and the strong wind of energy surged towards the surrounding space, and the fallen leaves shot like blades, shooting around, and slammed into the trunk of the tree.

Zeng Yi opened his eyes suddenly, and his dark pupils shone with a light, sharp and sharp, and his gaze was like a sword.

"Thirty-six."

Feeling the more powerful soul power in his body, Zeng Yi muttered at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his right hand, looked at the palm, clenched his fist, and then turned his fist into a knife, and waved it at the trees in front of him, a transparent energy slashed out from his hand, cutting through the fog, and the strength slashed on the trunk of the tree, and with a bang, the trees shook for a while, and the leaves fell down with a bang. When I looked at it again, a smooth slash appeared on the trunk, as if it had been slashed by a sword.

"Yes, perfect resurrection! Thirty-six percent of the goal! Zeng Yi screamed with joy on his face, stood up from the ground, raised his hands, stretched a beautiful lazy waist, and his body was refreshed.

It has been three days since Zeng Yi was hunted down in Soto City and killed those enemies. In the past few days, Zeng Yi left Soto City and continued to wander randomly, thinking that he would be chased and killed, but until now, no one has caught up, which has made Zeng Yi feel a lot more relieved.

Zeng Yi's last injury has also recovered. I've experienced a lot of battles before, and after immersing myself in it, I practiced it well, and my soul power also broke through the first level, which is gratifying!

It's a pity that I got into trouble with the Martial Spirit Palace! After this, how can I go to the Martial Spirit Hall to receive the subsidy? That's a hundred gold soul coins!

Zeng Yi himself was chased and killed by the Wuhun Palace, he didn't care much, anyway, he had a thousand and one ways to escape, he couldn't beat it, couldn't he still run away? What distressed him the most was the monthly subsidy!

The thought that he would not be able to take the money in the future made his heart throb.

I hope it's just that the Martial Spirit Hall of Soto City is making its own opinion, and it's not the whole continent that wants me, otherwise I can only run to the soul beast forest to retire.

But come to think of it, I didn't do anything hurtful, and there is no need for the Martial Spirit Hall to target me like this, why panic? I think it's also someone in this Soto Martial Spirit Hall who is jealous of my handsomeness, that's why this kind of thing happened, and if you change places, there may be nothing, hehehe......

Zeng Yi comforted himself in his heart. His current strength is really not enough, if the Martial Spirit Hall really chases after him, Zeng Yi really has no way to deal with it.

Forget it, let's take it one step at a time!

Zeng Yi shook his head, put aside the unpleasant thoughts in his mind, and said secretly in his heart.

"Xiaoju!" Zeng Yi raised his head and screamed, only to see that on a big tree beside him, Xiao Ju was sleeping on the branch. Hearing Zeng Yi's shout, Xiao Ju raised her head, glanced at Zeng Yi under the tree, and then slowly stood up, her petite body stretched lazily, and then jumped and jumped condescendingly to Zeng Yi under the tree.

Zeng Yi caught Xiao Ju and rubbed its head, letting it stand on his shoulder.

"Let me see if there's a city around here."

As he spoke, Zeng Yi took out a circled piece of vellum, spread it out, and looked at the map drawn on it seriously.

After a while, Zeng Yi scratched his head for some reason, looking a little embarrassed.

He didn't know where he was now, so what's the use of looking at the map? Does this map have a positioning and navigation system?

TM's, I spent a golden soul coin to buy this brain-dead map.

scolded in his heart, and then reluctantly put away the map.

"It's better to just walk around and ask people for directions."

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Wuhun City is located at the junction of the two major empires, the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

And Wuhun City is also the headquarters of Wuhun Palace, the supreme hall of Wuhun Palace, and the Pope's Palace, which is in this Wuhun City. Of course, the legendary worship hall, the worship hall that only Title Douluo can enter, also exists in the depths of this martial soul city.

On this day, it is the annual meeting of the Wuhun Hall held once a year. The main content of the meeting was to report to the biggest leader of the Wuhun Palace, His Holiness the Pope, on the work of the year.

Of course, those who can participate in this annual meeting can only participate in this annual meeting from the Martial Soul Palace, the hall masters of the Martial Soul Main Hall level who are distributed in various places in the Douluo Continent, and those above can participate in this meeting.

At noon, a group of people in red robes stood in the lofty hall of the Martial Spirit Palace, outside the Pope's Palace, waiting quietly. And these people, as can be seen from the red robes on their bodies, their status is not low. Because, the one who can wear this clothes is the cardinal archbishop of the Wuhun Palace. And every cardinal archbishop, the worst strength is also the soul saint of the seven rings. And this group of people, estimated by eyesight, there are at least fifty or sixty people. Fifty or sixty Soul Saints, Contra Douluo-level masters gathered together, even if they were Title Douluo, they had to avoid the edge for the time being. In other forces, there is no such scene at all, and only the Martial Spirit Palace, the most powerful in the entire continent, can handle it.

Moreover, this is only the strength on the surface of the Martial Spirit Palace, and the more powerful Title Douluo has not yet come forward.

These alone can show the powerful power of the Wuhun Palace, which is why the Wuhun Hall can suppress the two empires and not be able to raise their heads, why in the later stage, the Wuhun Hall can set off a war on the entire continent and suppress so many people to fight. If Tang San hadn't forcibly opened it, the entire Douluo Continent would have been the back garden of the Martial Spirit Palace.

In front of the gate of the majestic Papal Palace, two rows of Templars in silver armor stood neatly with spears in their hands. There were two rows of silver-armored knights, there were as many as a hundred, and the upright spears shone in the sun, full of momentum, and the deterrent power was self-evident.

These Templars, each of them, must have at least the soul power of the Six-Ring Soul Emperor level in strength to be qualified to stand in the highest glory of this Soul Hall and be a Templar Knight.

Knock –

A dull bell rang in the sky, echoing throughout Wuhun City. The people on the streets of Wuhun City, hearing the bell, stopped one after another, turned their heads to look at the center of Wuhun City, the huge and magnificent hall, with lofty admiration in their eyes.

Click, click, click

The huge cold iron door slowly opened, and a long red carpet stretched to the door of the hall of the Papal Palace.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please come in." The silver-armored Templar Knight, led by him, said lightly to the group of cardinals with a serious expression.

These cardinals did not speak, looked at the papal hall with adoring eyes, looked respectful, stepped on the red carpet, and walked neatly to the hall of the papal palace.

The hall of the Papal Palace is very large, there are thousands of square meters inside, the inside is splendid, magnificent and solemn, and the decoration is exquisite, even the palace is not so atmospheric.

From this hall, it can be seen that the Martial Spirit Hall does not take the two empires in its eyes at all.

The cardinals found their seats, sat down, and waited quietly for the meeting to begin. Because, the best seats in the hall were still empty, and their most respected Pope, had not yet appeared.

After a while, the door of the Pope's Hall slowly opened, and two figures appeared at the gate. If you look closely, both of them are women, one is wearing a black robe with gold patterns, a nine-curved purple and gold crown, holding a scepter about two meters long, inlaid with countless gemstones, fair skin, and an almost perfect face.

This person is the current Pope of the Wuhun Palace, Bibi Dong!

The other, a girl with a delicate face in a red and white robe, stood behind Pope Bibi Dong's right shoulder.

As soon as Pope Bibi Dong appeared, everyone got up from their seats, and then knelt down in front of Bibi Dong, their foreheads pressed to the ground.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Pope!"

The servants shouted in unison, and the respectful voice echoed through the hall for a long time.

Knock –

Knock –

Knock –

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Bibi Dong slowly walked towards the supreme seat, the papal scepter striking on the floor, and every sound seemed to tug at the heartstrings of everyone.

And the girl, also following behind Bibi Dong, walked slowly.

Pope Bibi Dong walked up to this high position and sat down, and the girl also sat on a position in the lower left of Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes glanced at the kneeling crowd below, and said lightly.

"Guys, flat!"

The voice sounded in everyone's ears with endless majesty, solemnity, like the sound of heaven.

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