The lines on the surface of Spirit Bone light up little by little, changing from green to silvery white, and finally to transparent gold, as if a layer of dust has been washed away.
After an unknown amount of time, Sea of Consciousness finally stopped surging.
Sea of Consciousness has almost doubled in size from before.
That piece of Head Soul Bone has also completed its transformation and evolution.
Qian Xunji Open your eyes and the world in front of you becomes different.
He could see Soul Power particles flowing in the air, he could see hair-thin cracks on the walls, he could see the streets and houses outside the window, and Hell Slaughter Arena in the distance.
His vision passed through all obstacles unhindered, as if nothing in the world could block his vision.
Then he saw Slaughter Palace.
He could see the structure inside, the corridors, the hall, the throne, and the man sitting on the throne.
King of Slaughter is lowering his head and reaching into the blood pool.
And inside his body, deep in the pale and twisted body of Tang Chen, curled up a dark red shadow.
The shadow has nine heads, huddled together.
Each head has its eyes open, and the corners of its mouth are slightly grinned, revealing fine fangs.
Dark red mist spreads out from its body, seeping into every inch of Tang Chen's meridians and every bone, like a parasite sucking nutrients from its host.
"Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King."
King of Slaughter suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Qian Xunji.
Qian Xunji didn't hide, he just sat on the stone bed, looking into those dark red eyes across half the city.
"Who? Who is spying on him?"
He mobilized all his senses and explored in that direction.
But the next second, that sense of voyeurism disappeared.
King of Slaughter sat on the throne and muttered to himself.
"What's going on?"
"Could it be... that the Pope?"
He closed his eyes, no matter what, that person couldn't stay here.
Black Stone House Third floor.
Qian Xunji looked away and let out a long breath.
Bibi Dong stood in front of him, watched him open his eyes, and watched the light flashing in his eyes.
"Success?"
"Hmm."
"What did you see?"
Qian Xunji blinked his right eye and joked, "I saw a beautiful woman in front of me."
Bibi Dong was stunned and blushed a little.
"Poor talk."
"How's the absorption going?"
Qian Xunji looked down at her, with a smile on his lips, and reached out to pick her up and put her on his lap.
Bibi Dong sat up astride him, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked at him condescendingly.
"It went very smoothly."
His hand fell on her leg, his palm touching her thigh.
Bibi Dong's breathing was stagnant. That hand seemed to be on fire, and everything it touched burned.
"Sea of Consciousness has expanded a lot, and Head Soul Bone has also strengthened."
Qian Xunji's voice was very calm, as if he was reporting the progress of his practice, but his hands didn't stop...
Bibi Dong bit his lower lip and his face slowly turned red.
"What else?"
"I saw something inside King of Slaughter."
"Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, nine heads, curled up in his body."
Bibi Dong's breathing became a little unsteady.
She felt that her reason was being ground down, bit by bit, into powder.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly.
Qian Xunji looked up at her.
The face was so close, like a peach blossom in full bloom.
He leaned forward and kissed the open lips.
Bibi Dong's fingers tightened and grasped his collar.
Qian Xunji moved his hands from her legs, grabbed her waist, and took her into his arms.
Bibi Dong pressed her whole body against his body, then her fingers loosened the collar and began to untie his belt.
Clothes slipped off and piled around his waist.
Bibi Dong leaned over and kissed his collarbone, biting it gently with his teeth.
Qian Xunji took a breath, turned over and pressed her under him.
Two hours later, the storm stopped.
Bibi Dong hugged his neck, with a blush still on his face, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Time is of the essence when looking for illness."
"I know, hold me for a little longer."
Bibi Dong said no more, just buried his face in the crook of his neck.
After a short while, Qian Xunji let go of his hand and sat up.
Bibi Dong also got up and helped him pull up his clothes and tidy up the scattered clothes.
Qian Xunji sat cross-legged on the stone bed and closed his eyes.
Bibi Dong sat by the bed and looked at him for a while, then got up, walked quietly to the window, and closed the curtains.
The room darkened, Qian Xunji's breathing became long and steady, and Soul Power slowly circulated in his body.
Bibi Dong sat down against the wall and looked at that quiet face.
One month flies by...
One month later.
On the streets of Slaughter City, there are more and more discussions about Spider Empress.
"Ninety-nine wins. If you win one more game, you can go to Hell Road."
"This woman is truly a monster."
"I heard she is from the Spirit Hall."
In addition, there are twice as many Enforcement Squad around Black Stone House.
Wearing black armor, they stood expressionlessly on street corners, alleyways, and behind houses.
Occasionally, if a villain approaches, he will be driven away immediately.
Gui Mei stood at the window on the first floor, looking at the black figures outside, frowning slightly.
He glanced upstairs again, Qian Xunji has been Deep Meditation for a month, the aura is getting stronger and stronger, and the breakthrough is just in these few days.
At this juncture, no mistakes can be made.
He walked back to the door, sat down on the bed, and closed his eyes.
The perception spreads out, covering the entire building Black Stone House.
Twenty-four hours a day, non-stop.
Hell Slaughter Arena, waiting room.
Bibi Dong sat in the corner, closing his eyes and relaxing.
Ninety-nine consecutive wins. If you win one more game, you will be qualified to enter Hell Road.
She opened her eyes and looked at her hands.
These hands could kill not only a thousand, but also eight or nine hundred.
At this time, the door was pushed open, and Black Veil Maiden walked in and sat down next to her.
"Congratulations, ninety-nine consecutive wins."
"If you win one more game, you will be qualified for Hell Road."
Bibi Dong nodded. "Thank you."
Black Veil Maiden was silent for a moment and asked tentatively, "I have always been curious... what is the relationship between you and that pope?"
"Master and apprentice."
"I am Spirit Hall Saintess. He is the Pope, so naturally he is the master and disciple."
Black Veil Maiden looked astonished, nodded, and asked, "Then why doesn't the Pope come out of the house?"
Bibi Dong stood up and straightened his clothes.
"The next game is about to start, I need to prepare."
Black Veil Maiden wisely did not ask any more questions and nodded.
"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore."
She stood up and left, looking back when she reached the door.
After about half a stick of incense, the iron door was pushed open.
"Come on."
Bibi Dong opened his eyes and walked out of the door immediately.
The passage is very long, and the walls on both sides are embedded with blood-red lights.
On the field, the stands were full of people.
The half-human, half-ghost villains huddled together, waving their arms and howling like beasts.
It was her name they called—no, her title.
"Spider Empress!"
"Spider Empress!"
"The hundredth game! The hundredth game!"
The sound was like a tsunami, one wave after another, making the whole Gladiator Arena tremble.