Walk around Douluo Dalu with the Naruto System

When a group of Title Douluo rushed across the sky and rushed to Ye Zhiqiu, who was lying flat on the ground, the Angel God had already crouched beside him with a frown and seemed to be seriously checking Ye Zhiqiu's situation. Cover him with the Law of Holy Light and help him repair his injuries.

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu's face was pale, and under the robe of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, which had been blown to tatters, there were dense small wounds, and the white robe was covered with bright blood.

What bothered Bibi Dong and the others even more was that blood was still dripping from the corners of his mouth at this moment. No matter how he looked, he looked like a seriously injured and dying person, and he couldn't be happy at first sight.

Although Bibi Dong and the other Titled Douluo looked very worried, their hearts were equally anxious. But at this time, he didn't dare to make a sound, as if he was afraid of disturbing the angel god to heal Ye Zhiqiu.

With the passage of time, almost all the wounds on Ye Zhiqiu's body have healed. As for the spirit masters under the Titled Douluo, they arrived one after another at this time, but all of them stood by in tacit understanding and waited silently.

The soft holy light that permeated Ye Zhiqiu's body gradually dimmed, and the angel god withdrew his divine power, and sighed with a pity when he got up.

This scene made everyone present tensed, didn't they? Is there no help?

"When I first reached the level of God, I took the strongest suicide attack of the second-level god of Gorefiend. It is a big thing for this kid to not die. Unfortunately, trauma can be healed, and the wound of the law is difficult to cure, and we can only rely on him. If he can't survive, he may fall to the god position forever, and there is no possibility of becoming a god. Take good care of it, it's a pity. It's a pity." The angel shook his head with a heavy expression. His expression of condolences was so vivid that Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help giving him a thumbs-up in his heart.

In the future, if Douluo Mainland wants to set up an Oscar winner, the first Oscar winner will definitely deserve it.

After the Angel God said such a sentence, he opened a space crack with a stern face, and left in a hurry.

It was the first time that he acted in this kind of play, and he was stunned by a large group of people. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his face if he stayed. If he suddenly laughed out of nowhere, he would be embarrassed.

Qian Daoliu looked at the position where the Angel God had disappeared, stretched out his hand, opened his mouth, and his face was a little dull.

I haven't had time to say the last sentence, you're leaving?

The rest of the people didn't care about the Angel God's departure. Ye Zhiqiu would be fine if he was fine. Although he might fall from the divine position, at least his life was saved.

For many of them, it was already the best thing for Ye Zhiqiu to save his life.

Bibi Dong picked up the "comatose" Ye Zhiqiu and stood in the center of the crater, looking at the desolate scenery around her, her expression suddenly became somewhat silent.

Wuhun City can be rebuilt if it is gone, but how should the millions of ordinary residents of this Wuhun City be arranged? The construction project did not happen overnight, and the surrounding area was destroyed like this, and it was not easy to rebuild Wuhun City.

And now that Ye Zhiqiu was seriously injured again, the angels and gods said that he should take good care of him, so naturally he had to find a place to take care of him first, but at this time, she couldn't leave Wuhun City with millions of people.

On the one hand, it was the responsibility of being the Pope, and on the other hand, for Ye Zhiqiu's selfishness, Bibi Dong was suddenly caught in a dilemma and felt a little annoyed.

It seemed that she could see that Bibi Dong was not in a good mood, and everyone present was silent. Even Ning Rongrong, who wanted to step forward, was pulled down by Ning Fengzhi.

Wuhun City was destroyed. As the Pope, she has too many things to consider, and going up now will undoubtedly add chaos.

"Why do you have a sour face?" When everyone was silent for a while, an untimely question suddenly broke the atmosphere, and Ye Zhiqiu's clone stepped forward leisurely.

Everyone looked at Ye Zhiqiu's deity who was weakly held in Bibi Dong's arms, and at his avatar with a leisurely expression.

But Bibi Dong seemed to have thought of something, her eyes flashed, and she hurriedly asked: "Xiaoqiu, Wuhun City has been destroyed, can you send those ordinary people to other cities to settle down first?"

"Why do you want to send it? Why don't you build a new one without Wuhun City?" Ye Zhiqiu asked in confusion.

"Build a new one? Talk about He Rong."

"Xianfa·Woodun·City Transformation Technique."

Before Bibi Dong could finish speaking, Ye Zhiqiu's clone smiled confidently and slapped the ground with both hands.

At this time, the surrounding land suddenly made a loud rumbling sound, and the ground surface in a radius of dozens of miles was shaking. Under the ground where everyone stepped on, there seemed to be countless behemoths swimming around.

If someone looks down from the sky, the terrain of the crater is obviously elevated, and everyone's feet are firmly stepping down the rock, and I don't know when it has turned into a flat wood, like a wooden floor.

Surrounding the crater, a giant city wall with a length of 30 miles on all sides rose up under the dull eyes of everyone, and the "rumbling" slowly rose. Inside the city wall, wooden buildings of different heights were also rapidly forming. .

This new Wuhun City is exactly the same as the original Wuhun City, except that it is not built with stone materials. Although it is a wooden structure, the wooden tunnel reinforced by Ye Zhiqiu will not be afraid of the burning of ordinary fire at all, and even because it is made of one piece, it is more stable than those houses built of stone.

In front of the Pope's Palace, everyone looked at Ye Zhiqiu's avatar with skepticism.

One skill to destroy the city, one skill to transform the city, is this a god-level? But does your deity's injury like this really have no effect on your avatar? The coverage of this soul skill is too exaggerated.

...

Three days later, everything in Spirit City was back on track, and the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament officially resumed on the second day.

Everything seemed to return to the way it was before, as if nothing had happened.

In the East Side Hall, in the room dedicated to the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, two figures lying down and standing were talking.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the pale figure next to him with a nonchalant expression on his face. If Bibi Dong and the others saw this figure, they would definitely be stunned on the spot, because this person was the blood demon who had already cocked his braids in their understanding.

"Tell me about your Dark Demon Realm. How many people are there in total, and what strengths are they?"

The Gorefiend respectfully said: "The strongest person in the Dark Demon Realm is the Demon Emperor, and the law revealed on the surface is the power of Chiyang. Long ago, he was titled the God King of Chiyang. I heard that he has more than one law, but another law. I don't know what it is."

"Under the Demon Emperor are the three Demon Emperors, the Thunder Demon Emperor, the Devouring Demon Emperor, and the Xuanfeng Demon Emperor. All are first-level god-level combat power, and I am the last of the four generals under the Xuanfeng Demon Emperor."

"The end? That means you are the weakest of his subordinates?"