The Rise of Uchiha Madara

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After a three-day journey, the five great soul master academies finally arrived at Wuhun City.

"Finally arrived at Wuhun City!" Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, "I was worried along the way..."

"Little San!" Yu Xiaogang quickly ran over and hugged Tang San, "Great, you're fine!"

"Teacher..." Tang San was a little at a loss by Yu Xiaogang's behavior.

"I heard that you were ambushed on the road, the teacher is very worried about you..." Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San on the shoulder.

"I'm fine now! Don't worry!" Tang San nodded in response.

"Since you're here, come with me to meet the Pope!" Yu Xiaogang led the Shrek people to the Spirit Arena dedicated to the Hall of Spirits.

Wuhundian Douhun Field,

The four major soul master academies have already arrived here, waiting for the Pope's arrival.

"It's that martial soul!" Madara looked at the stone statues of seraphim surrounded by him, and couldn't help but think of the man he killed with his own hands more than ten years ago.

"In this way, that man should be the former Pope, and that man named Yueguan and Guigui, I seem to have seen it too..." Madara couldn't understand the language when he first came to Douluo, and now he can only make a preliminary deduction based on a little memory. , "They seem to call that man... Chihiro... Ji?"

"Silence!" A soldier shook the weapon in his hand.

At this time, the upper door opened, and a beautiful woman walked in. She was wearing a golden long dress, which fit perfectly. Gemstones, the nine-curved purple gold crown on the head is even more glorious, and the hand is holding a scepter inlaid with countless gemstones.

Her fair skin and almost perfect face make her look so different. Her body exudes invisible nobility and holiness, which makes people unable to resist the urge to worship.

This woman is the new Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall. She is so amazingly beautiful, noble, elegant, and tranquil. It seems that all kinds of beautiful words can be used on this woman. Although she is no longer young, but The traces of the years did not seem to have left anything on her face.

Bibidong raised her jade hand, and the discussion that had just risen below stopped abruptly, "Congratulations to all the excellent soul masters who have come to the Spirit Hall to participate in the All-Continent Advanced College Elite Soul Master Soul Fighting Competition! I am Pope Bibidong of the Spirit Hall !"

"I have seen His Majesty the Pope!" Everyone bowed and worshiped.

"Your Majesty the Pope, that's the man!" Yue Guan pointed at Ban and whispered to Bibi Dong.

"Huh?" Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes turned and fell on Madara who was standing proudly.

"This time the Soul Fighting Competition is different from the previous ones!" Bibi Dong looked away from Madara and put it back on the public, "The champion team can not only get the championship certification issued by the Spirit Hall, but also get an ultimate gift !"

Bibi Dong raised the scepter high, and revealed the three top-grade spirit bones.

Three special lights of red, blue and green are wrapped around the soul bone, and it can be seen at a glance that it is extraordinary.

"These are three top-quality soul bones!" Ghost stepped forward and said loudly to the crowd, "Each one comes from a ten thousand-year-old soul beast! Among them, the wisdom skull with spiritual concentration is as high as 5 years! The Pope personally beheaded and obtained it!"

"Under the eyes of everyone, Wuhundian can still win such a big prize. Are you sure that the Wuhundian team will win the championship?" Tang San thought in his heart looking at the three spirit bones on the stage.

Bibi Dong took back the soul bone, and shook the scepter in her hand, "The teacher of Wuhundian Academy will explain the specific details of the competition. Finally, I wish all the soul master teams win the championship!"

"Yueguan!" Bibi Dong turned and left, not forgetting to wink at Yueguan who was beside her.

Yueguan nodded and flew down.

"Wait, His Majesty wants to see you!" Yue Guan called Madara who was about to turn around and leave.

"Huh?" Madara thought for a few seconds, then nodded, "Lead the way!"

In this way, Madara was taken to the Pope's Palace by Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Brother, nothing will happen to him!" Tang San looked at Madara walking away, and said in a low voice.

"No!" Flender supported the mirror frame, "Madara is strong and stable, nothing will happen!"

"Yes!" Yu Xiaogang nodded, "The most urgent thing is to go back and discuss the next tactics!"

Papal Palace,

Bibi Dong had already languidly crossed her legs and sat on the throne. From a bird's-eye view, Bibi Dong's sitting posture was noble, and her long legs were particularly charming.Viewed from the side, the soft and flowing skirts on both sides are also just right, fully showing Bibi Dong's beautiful legs, and at the same time, she doesn't lose her elegance by revealing too much.

"Your Majesty the Pope, people have already arrived!" Yue Guan knelt down and said respectfully to Pope Bibi Dong.

"En!" Bibi Dong lazily opened her eyes, looking at Madara who was walking slowly down the stairs.

When Yueguan retreated to one side and stood up, Bibi Dong changed her previous lazy look, and a hint of viciousness and sinister flashed in her eyes, "Are you Madara?"

"What do you want to say?" Madara met Bibi Dong's sharp eyes and said bluntly.

"You really are a young talent..." Bibi Dong smiled instead of anger.

Just now, from the moment Madara stepped into the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong had already exerted forty levels of soul power pressure on Madara, as long as Madara took a step, Bibi Dong would increase the level of soul power pressure by two levels, and Madara felt stiff. After walking 28 steps, he reached the realm of the same level of soul power as himself.

Ghost Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was about to watch a joke, was also dumbfounded at this moment.

In fact, Ban noticed Bibi Dong as early as in the Soul Arena, and Ban wanted to ask Bibi Dong something, so Yue Guan agreed to meet the Pope in person when she found her.

Madara naturally knew that Bibidong released the pressure of his soul power on himself, and he also used his own chakra to resist, and with the ever-increasing soul power, he walked forward 28 steps to the Pope's steps.

"The person in front of me clearly has no soul power, how can he easily resist the pressure of a 96-level soul power..." Bibi Dong still couldn't help feeling a little shocked when she saw this situation for the first time.

Madara's powerful strength made Bibi Dong very satisfied, and she changed her mind at the moment when she was going to deal with it secretly. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and said, "You have such talent and strength at such a young age, why don't you join the Spirit Hall!"

Hearing that Bibi Dong wanted to pull Ban into the group, Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo also looked at Bibi Dong in disbelief.

"Heh~" Madara sneered, "You guys deserve it?"

"I just came here to ask you a question!" Before Bibi Dong could react, Madara said quickly, "What is the relationship between Chihiro Ji and you!"

"What!" Even though Madara's words were wrong, Bibi Dong could still understand what Madara meant, and she no longer concealed her murderous aura. With a turn of her beautiful eyes, a cold murderous intent emerged with the burst of soul power, and the powerful The oppression made Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo dare not even breathe out.

Regarding the pursuit more than ten years ago, Madara seems to have some clues about Tang San's mother's life experience, but there is still an extremely important clue...

"What did Chihiro Ji do ten years ago!" Madara continued to ask, not caring about Bibi Dong's sudden killing intent.

Madara's strength is unfathomable, and the old guy Qian Daoliu is still restricting everywhere...

Bibi Dong finally gritted her teeth, sighed, let go of the hand holding the scepter, and concealed the killing intent, "It's not something you can know!"

"Really? In this case..." Madara turned and walked away, "Then there is no need for me to stay in this place!"

Bibi Dong could only look at Madara's back, gritted her teeth secretly, and squeezed the hand holding the scepter again...