∣ employers' voice came out clearly .
A respectful response immediately came from outside the door: "What are the orders from the sect leader?"
"Go and ask His Majesty the Pope from Wuhun Palace to come over and tell me that I have something to discuss."
"Yes."
The footsteps outside the door quickly faded away.
…
Liulitian Auction, a tightly guarded secret room.
There is a sense of solemnity in the air here, and the walls are made of special metal, blocking out all sounds and explorations from inside and outside.
Lee An was standing at a long table, personally supervising the final handover.
On the tray in front of him, lying quietly were pieces of thousand-year-old soul bones shining with light, as well as the white jade bottle containing the divine dew of the sweet spring.
Bibi Dong stood in front of the table, his eyes calmly scanning the two lots.
Ju Douluo Yueguan behind her, his eyes lingering on the white jade bottle unabashedly, his breathing a little heavier than usual.
"His Majesty the Pope, Your Majesty Yue Guan, please inspect the goods."
Li An bowed, his attitude neither humble nor overbearing.
Bibi Dong stretched out her slender fingers and lightly touched the few soul bones. After confirming that they were correct, she put them into her storage soul guide. Then, her eyes fell on the sweet spring dew.
Just by getting close, you can feel the refreshing breath of life, which seems to wash away the dust in your soul.
"There is no need to test it."
Bibi Dong spoke calmly and put away the white jade bottle as well.
She naturally trusts Liu Litian's credibility.
The handover was completed, and Li An was about to say some polite words to see off the guests, when there was a gentle knock on the door of the secret room. A waiter whispered a few words outside the door.
Lee An's expression did not change when he heard this. He turned around and bowed again to Bi Dong and Ju Douluo.
"His Majesty the Pope, our sect master would like to ask you to step in and explain."
Bibi Dong was startled when he heard the words, and nodded slightly: "Lead the way."
Subsequently, Li An led Bibi Dong to the door of the factory owner's room where Ning Liu was, and then stepped back wisely.
Ju Douluo opened the door for Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong sat in the guest seat.
"I wonder why Sect Leader Ning specially invited me here?"
"I would like to ask His Majesty the Pope to accompany me to a place."
Ning Liu did not beat around the bush and got straight to the point.
"Oh?"
Bibi Dong became interested.
"Where does labor need to be done and I personally accompany you?"
"Could it be another world similar to the Nine-Colored Goddess, Poseidon Island?"
Ning Liu's eyes fell on her and he said word by word: "The City of Killing."
The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment after his words fell.
Ju Douluo's expression changed slightly, and Bibi Dong's eyes finally became a little confused.
She stared at Ning Liu, as if she wanted to see signs of joking on his face, but Ning Liu's expression was extremely serious.
"Sect Master Ning,"
Bibi Dong paused, "That place is no better than Poseidon Island."
"Of course I know."
Ning Liu said, "I am very interested in the inheritance of the God of Slaughter."
Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly shrank as soon as he said this.
The inheritance of the God of Killing!
Does he know what he is talking about?
However, Bibi Dong naturally had no advice.
"Besides, I'm afraid you are wrong. In today's city of killing, there is no so-called inheritance of the God of Slaughter."
"What do you mean?" Ning Liu frowned.
"Because that place has long been polluted by the power of another god.
"Bibi Dong slowly spit out a few words, "Rakshasa God."
Rakshasa God?
Ning Liu was shocked. This name was not unfamiliar to him.
The Elder Hall of Wuhun Hall is dedicated to Qiandaoliu, who believes in the God of Angels, and the opposite of the God of Angels is the God of Rakshasa.
Bibi Dong looked at Ning Liu's changing expression and continued:
"I have been there before and successfully broke out."
"Because of this, I know better than anyone else that the aura of the gods there is mixed and full of depravity and evil. Although Shura's divine power is extremely strong and yang, it is also It cannot withstand the secret erosion of the Rakshasa God for millions of years. "
"Today's Killing City is a polluted prison, not a preparation ground for selecting the successors of the Rakshasa God. If you want to go there to find the inheritance of the Shura God, it is like asking for a fish by chance."
The expression on Ning Liu's face did not become depressed.
Having watched "Douluo Dalu", he will naturally know it.
"No matter what, I have to go there."
He said.
Bibi Dong was a little confused: "Why? I have made it very clear that there is nothing you want there."
Ning Liu smiled and dropped another big news:
"Because the current King of Slaughter is the previous loser who tried to inherit the title of God Shura - the ancestor of the Haotian Sect, Tang Chen." She suddenly stood up from her seat, her beautiful face full of shock.
Tang Chen!
That peerless Douluo who was once as famous as Qian Daoliu and was known as the invincible on land!
He did not die, but turned into the monster in the killing city who only knows how to kill?
This news shocked her even more than the Rakshasa God contaminating the city of murder.
If this is true...then the City of Killing may actually hide secrets about the gods.
Bibi Dong sat down again, her chest rising and falling slightly, and it took a long time to calm down. She took a deep look at Ning Liu:
"Where did you get this information?"
"His Majesty the Pope just needs to know that it is true."
Ning Liu had no explanation.
Bibi Dong was silent.
A place of inheritance polluted by the Rakshasa God, a past legend that became the King of Slaughter.
The combination of the two elevates the danger and mystery of the Killing City to a whole new level.
"Okay."
After a long time, Bibi Dong finally spoke, "I'll go with you."
"It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Ningliu achieved his goal, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Bibi Dong and himself, and took the initiative to change the topic:
"Speaking of which, not only His Majesty the Pope, how do you feel about today's auction?"
The mention of the auction brought Bibi Dong's thoughts back from the Killing City.
She picked up the tea cup, but did not drink it. She just looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup:
"Three divine objects are shocking. The handiwork of Sect Master Ning is really amazing."
This admiration is sincere.
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Ning Liu smiled and said, "Speaking of which, the Holy Dew from the Sweet Spring was finally photographed by the Pope, right?"
She spent a lot of money, so she would not deny it.
Ning Liu's eyes crossed her and landed on Ju Douluo, who had been standing quietly behind her, with a playful smile on his lips.
"Did you buy it for Yue Guan Mianxia?"
Ju Douluo Yue Guan's body froze.
Bibi Dong did not answer, which was regarded as acquiescence.
The smile on Ning Liu's face grew stronger. He put down his tea cup, leaned back on the chair, and made an invitation in a leisurely manner.
“In this case, it’s better to choose the day than to hit the sun. My place is quite quiet and safe, why not take it now?”