Bibi Dong Returns

After the words fell, the two figures turned to look at him.

They did not speak, but slowly raised their hands and pushed back the hoods on their heads.

Two young faces were revealed.

The two faces looked similar, and both looked to be in their teens.

The older one had a thin face, slightly red eyes, and tight lips, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

The younger one had a pale face and sunken eye sockets. It was obvious that he had not slept well for a long time.

The two looked at each other, and the older one spoke first, with a hoarse voice and a bit of caution:

"Hello, I'd like to find Yu Xiaogang Grandmaster. Is he back?"

Yu Xiaogang!

As soon as the name came out, the faces of the teachers headed by Zhao Wuji darkened.

Li Yusong frowned, Shao Xin looked unkind, and Lu Qibin snorted coldly and looked away.

Zhao Wuji stared at the two young faces and asked in a bad tone:

"Why are you looking for him? Who are you?"

The two teenagers looked at each other, and the younger one stood up, puffed out his chest, and tried to make his voice sound calmer:

"My name is Yu Tianheng, and his name is Yu Tianxin. Yu Xiaogang is our uncle."

Yu Tianheng. Yu Tianxin.

Zhao Wuji still doesn't understand the identity of these two people.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan people.

Unexpectedly, there were still some remnants.

He has no good impressions of people like Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan at all!

First, there was the liar Yu Xiaogang, who almost died as a result of Mo Xuan.

It's that crazy woman Liu Erlong again, who will kill Mo Xuan indiscriminately.

And that Yu Yuanzhen, relying on his Titled Douluo strength, ran rampant in the Beichen Academy and injured Baihua Douluo.

Such a sect deserves to be destroyed!

He waved his hand unceremoniously:

"Yu Xiaogang is not here! If you are looking for uncle, look elsewhere!"

Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin's faces froze at the same time.

Yu Tianheng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was forced back by Zhao Wuji's unkind gaze.

Yu Tianxin stood next to his younger brother, his lips trembling slightly and his eyes red, but he gritted his teeth and did not lose his composure.

The two brothers looked at each other and saw helplessness and bitterness in each other's eyes.

Today's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is no longer the superior Upper Three Sects of the past.

They are no longer the direct descendants of the sect who could walk anywhere with their heads held high.

They are just two homeless dogs.

Faced with being driven away by a Soul Saint, what can they say?

Yu Tianxin took a deep breath and leaned slightly towards Zhao Wuji:

"Excuse me."

After saying that, he took Yu Tianheng and turned around to leave.

After walking a long way, the two of them stopped until Shrek Academy's dilapidated door completely disappeared from sight.

The night was getting darker and there was silence all around.

Yu Tianheng stood there, looking at the dark dirt road ahead, his eyes full of confusion.

"What should I do?" His voice was very soft, as if he was asking Yu Tianxin, but also as if he was asking himself:

"Where else can we go now? My uncle hasn't come back either. I don't know where he is now..."

Yu Tianxin was silent for a long time.

The night wind blew by, bringing with it the smell of earth in the distant fields.

After a while, he raised his head, looked at Yu Tianheng and said:

"Go to the Blue Tyrant Academy."

Yu Tianheng was stunned and said in confusion:

"Blue Tyrant Academy?"

Yu Tianxin nodded affirmatively:

"Let's go to my aunt. Maybe they have gone back."

He paused and his voice became a little lower:

"Now... I can only go there and try my luck."

Yu Tianheng was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

The two figures moved further and further away in the night, and finally disappeared at the end of the road.

Spirit City.

Three days later, a figure appeared outside the Pope Palace.

When the Spirit Hall personnel coming and going on the road saw her, they all stopped and bowed:

"His Holiness the Pope."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, but his footsteps did not stop at all.

There was a trace of contentment on her face that could not be concealed, but her pace was a little faster than usual, even a little urgent.

She didn't speak to anyone, and walked straight through the hall and corridor, all the way back to her quiet room.

The moment she opened the door, she turned to the maid who followed and ordered:

"No matter who comes, please don't disturb me."

The maid quickly bowed and responded:

"Yes."

The door is closed.

Quietness returned to the quiet room.

Bibi Dong leaned against the door panel, closed his eyes, and took a long breath.

Slaughter City.

That place was weirder than she imagined.

As soon as she entered the city, the Abyss Demon Seed in her arms began to tremble suddenly.

The trembling became more and more intense, as if something was awakening inside, eager to break free and devour something.

She held down Demon Seed, forcibly suppressing its restlessness.

Then, Slaughter King came.

The being that exuded the aura of blood appeared in front of her with a suffocating pressure.

And the moment Slaughter King appeared, Abyss Demon Seed in her arms almost went berserk.

The restlessness was so strong that she could hardly suppress it. Demon Seed was beating wildly in her palms, as if trying to break free from her control and pounce on that existence.

At the same time, she keenly sensed an aura from Slaughter King.

That aura has the same origin as her Rakshasa Divine Power.

Exactly the same!

A guess suddenly emerged in her mind - could the Rakshasa Core mentioned by Beng Gong be related to Slaughter King?

There was one more thing that concerned her.

Within Slaughter City, the strength she can display is much higher than in the outside world.

It felt like the power that had been suppressed for a long time was finally released, like she was meant to live in that place.

In the next few days, she was tossed around Slaughter City.

No one dares to stop her, the title God of Slaughter is a pass there.

In the past few days, she gradually confirmed one thing - the most likely place where the so-called Rakshasa Core exists is on the body of Slaughter King.

Unfortunately, with her current limited strength, she cannot confirm this yet.

After having the guess in her mind, she returned to the Spirit Hall.

Back to the present, Bibi Dong opened his eyes, walked to the futon in the center of the quiet room, and sat down cross-legged.

She took out the Abyss Demon Seed from Soul Tool.

The thumb-sized, pitch-black seed, emitting Youyou light, lay quietly in her palm.

She stared at it for a long time.

Refining it?

Or not refining?

The words Beng Gong echoed in her mind - it allows you to directly pass all subsequent assessments and directly inherit Rakshasa Godhood.

It will gradually convert Soul Power in your body into Abyssal Magic Power.

As long as you refine this Demon Seed, you can use Abyssal Magic Power to break through Level 100.

It sounds like everything is a benefit.

But who is Beng Gong? Demon King of Abyss. Can you believe everything he says?

Is there anything else hidden in this Demon Seed?

Will it have any uncontrollable impact on her after she is refined?

Bibi Dong frowned, staring at Demon Seed in the palm of his hand, unable to make up his mind.

After a long while, she took a deep breath and put Demon Seed back into Soul Tool.

Wait a little longer.

She stood up and opened the door of the quiet room.

The maid was still guarding the door, and when she saw her coming out, she quickly saluted.

"Bring me the official business for the past few days." Bibi Dong ordered.

The maid responded and left.

After a while, a thick stack of documents was placed in front of Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong sat at the table and opened the first copy.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was destroyed.