Destruction God's Nine Trials! Rakshasa God's Nine Trials

At the edge of the dense forest, Sea Breeze was blowing.

Bibi Dong bent down to straighten her slightly disheveled Pope robes.

On that fair and exquisitely beautiful face, the lingering blush was as alluring as the night dew and the evening glow.

She took a deep breath to calm her frantic breathing.

Her beautiful eyes turned away, lingering on Lin Qingmo with reluctance.

"You little rascal, I must return to Spirit City."

"If I stay by your side any longer, my legs really won't be able to walk anymore."

Bibi Dong's voice was slightly hoarse, with an indescribable hint of coquettishness.

Lin Qingmo straightened his collar, a composed smile playing on his lips.

"Take care, Master."

Bibi Dong burst out laughing.

She rolled her eyes at Lin Qingmo, exuding charm.

Stop being so cheeky.

"I await your return from your ascension to the top in Spirit City."

That's all.

Bibi Dong's slender, delicate body transformed into a streak of purple light and vanished into the sky.

Soaring high in the sky.

The wind whistled past my ears.

Bibi Dong pressed her heaving chest, unable to suppress the sweet smile on her lips.

Her mind was now filled with nothing but that audacious boy.

Sudden.

The heavens above were torn apart.

A Berserk, purplish-black divine light pierced the sky, carrying a Destruction pressure that could shatter the heavens and split the earth, and slammed straight into Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled.

He was frozen in mid-air.

It is the arrival of pure, ultimate Destruction and devastation!

A majestic and vast divine thought resonated directly in her mind.

"First-Rank Principal God, the Destruction God Position, has descended!"

"The Destruction God's Nine Trials have officially begun!"

The divine sound rolled on, causing Bibi Dong's soul to tremble.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.

God of Destruction?

Is this God Trial?

How could this have happened to me out of nowhere?

The next second.

A weathered male voice, tinged with a hint of mockery and protectiveness, echoed from the depths of one's consciousness.

"Little girl, this Divine Position was chosen specifically for you by this God King."

"In the future, I will follow Lin Qingmo to the Divine Realm and become his sharpest blade!"

Upon hearing this...

Bibi Dong suddenly realized what was going on.

It turns out it was all the work of the God King behind his own little rascal!

Previously in Spirit City, the Rakshasa God's sinister divine sense was forcibly erased by an unparalleled power.

At the time, she still had doubts.

Now it seems that it was clearly the work of the Destruction God King.

Bibi Dong's red lips curved slightly, her smile captivating and enchanting.

"Who cares about any divine Divine Position or Divine Position? As long as it gives my A-Qing strength, then it's a good god!"

"The world is the dowry."

"My God-Level combat power also belongs to A-Qing!"

The purplish-black divine light flickered and shimmered.

Bibi Dong's aura grew stronger with each passing moment.

Armed with the brand-new God Trial, they transformed into a rainbow and rushed towards Spirit City.

The Divine Realm, the Destruction Temple.

Purple mist rose and swirled in the sky.

Endless Destruction Laws swirled around the God Temple like a galaxy.

The Goddess of Life, dressed in a long emerald green gown, gracefully entered the hall.

She looked at Little Purple, who sat regally on the throne of the God King, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a playful light.

"Little Purple, you're being very generous today."

"The God of Destruction God Position's rank is even higher than the Seven Deadly Sins, making him a top-tier First-Rank Principal God in the entire Divine Realm."

"Why did you give it to her without even blinking?"

The Destruction God King snorted coldly.

He flicked his fingertips, drawing a wisp of Destruction Divine Power into his palm.

"That woman and that boy Lin Qingmo have a very deep connection..."

"I casually crushed that insidious Rakshasa's divine sense earlier, thus disrupting her God Trial..."

"Some compensation should be made."

The Goddess of Life covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "You've certainly thought of everything."

"However, I heard that Rakshasa went to Asura and cried her eyes out, accusing you of openly God of Destruction realm and forcibly seizing her successor."

The Destruction God King's eyes turned cold, his tone filled with arrogance and disdain.

"Let her bark!"

"What is a Rakshasa?"

"Holding onto that filthy, worthless divine Divine Position, how many tragedies have you caused in the mortal realm?"

"The fact that I didn't shatter her divine status on the spot is already giving Asura face!"

"If that old bastard Asura dares to stand up for her and interfere in matters of the lower realm, I will strip him of his law enforcement authority as well!"

Overbearing!

Protecting one's own!

"Are you assembling Qingmo's post-ascension team in advance?" the Goddess of Life joked.

The Destruction God King raised his chin, his tone extremely arrogant.

"Of course!"

"Once he ascends to the Divine Realm, he will need his own power!"

at the same time.

On the other side of the Divine Realm, in the dark and damp Rakshasa Temple.

"Destroy--!!"

"You shameless old scoundrel! You old bastard!!!"

A shrill, eerie roar tore through the sky.

The Rakshasa God had disheveled hair and a face ashen like a demon.

His body was enveloped in a chaotic surge of evil green and purple energy.

She smashed all the statues and ornaments inside the God Temple to pieces.

"Steal my heir!"

"Tear my divine will to shreds!"

"That's the perfect vessel that I've painstakingly cultivated for ten years!"

Rakshasa God that he trembled all over, his nails digging deep into his palms.

She just ran to the Asura Temple to complain.

As a result Asura Bingbing retorted, "The Destruction God King enforces the law impartially, and the Rakshasa God Trial is indeed contrary to the will of Heaven," and directly blasted her out!

It's clear they don't want to invite Destruction.

The Rakshasa God cannot defeat Destruction, let alone provoke the Asura.

This pent-up anger was so intense it felt like it was about to burst her soul.

"Great! Excellent!"

"You stole Bibi Dong away, didn't you?"

"I don't care!"

The Rakshasa God's face was ashen, and a fierce venomous resentment erupted from his eyes.

Now that the perfect vessel is gone.

Then she'll settle for second best!

Looking for the perfect trash can!

A supremely evil individual whose mind is filled with deadly poison, extreme hypocrisy, and boundless resentment!

The Rakshasa God closed his eyes.

The vast Divine Sense, like a dark and all-encompassing net, descended directly above the Douluo Continent along the cracks in the rules.

She searched frantically throughout the entire continent.

It filters out those kind, upright, and pure souls.

They specifically target those with dark, twisted, self-indulgent, and distorted minds who readily believe they have a "way to their own demise."

A faint, perfectly standard fluctuation flickered forth.

That intense, unyielding jealousy, double standards, and resentment.

It's even purer than the poisonous fog in the Rakshasa Temple!

The Rakshasa God suddenly opened his eyes, a cruel and insane smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Found it..."

"How can there be such a perfect submissive, complaining woman type of personality?"

"You're the one!"

Clear Sky Sect, Secret Chamber in the Back Mountain.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and herbs.

Tang San was covered in white bandages, lying on the stone bed like a defeated dead dog.

His eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot.

In the palm of his hand, the somewhat withered Blue Silver Grass was emitting a cold light.

"Why should I?!"

Tang San screamed and roared wildly in his heart.

"Why should Lin Qingmo be able to step on my head?"

"Why is it that even the Pope of the Spirit Hall favors him?"

"Xiao Wu is mine! The championship is mine! And the fame should be mine too!"

"They took everything from me!"

In the next room.

The faint sounds of Uncle Tang Xiao and the seven elders coughing painfully could be heard.

This is an utter disgrace!

Tang San had already verified this with his father Tang Hao.

It was indeed his father who secretly sent the message back to the sect.

But Tang San felt no resentment towards his father whatsoever.

They even thought it was perfectly natural for their father to do it!

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, Xiao Wu rightfully belongs to me!

The world is wrong!

Lin Qingmo is the one who's wrong!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is in the wrong!

The Spirit Hall is in the wrong!

"Lin Qingmo... Ning Fengzhi... Bibi Dong..."

Tang San gritted his teeth, uttering cold, piercing words through the gaps.

"You injured my uncle, insulted my sect, and kidnapped my Xiao Wu!"

"Every one of you... has a way to die!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The air in the originally dimly lit, Secret Chamber suddenly seemed to freeze.

Wisps of slippery, cold, foul-smelling purplish-green mist seeped out of thin air from the void.

It is attached to the stone wall.

A sharp female voice, filled with irresistible allure and wickedness, boomed and exploded deep within Tang San's mind!

"Hehehe..."

"Young man, do you crave power?"

"Are you yearning to grind all those who trampled on your dignity to dust?"

Tang San's body shuddered violently.

The Purple Demon Eye erupted with an extremely greedy and twisted light.

"As long as I can get my revenge! As long as I can trample Lin Qingmo under my feet!"

"Whether it's God or Demon, I'm willing to give everything!!!"

In the void.

The Rakshasa Divine Sense looked at the soul before him that perfectly matched his poisonous gas and sneered with satisfaction.

The malevolent intent of dimensional reduction strikes has descended.

Dark purple-black evil runes slowly appeared on Tang San's forehead.

"As you wish."

"The Rakshasa God's Nine Trials... Begin!"