27 In the palace of Spirit Hall
The afterglow of the setting sun flows in from outside the tall palace gate, and a graceful beauty sits on the high platform.
Tread tread
Small footsteps were heard and a man walked slowly into the hall. He looked handsome in his thirties. He was wearing a black robe and had a peaceful smile on his face. But looking at him, it would make people feel a sense of worship. impulse.
"Acting in such a big way is not like the you I know!"
The man stood under the high platform, looking up at Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong supported her chin with her hands, and the gorgeous scepter inlaid with hundreds of gemstones was placed across her white legs.
Hearing Qian Daoliu's question, Bibi Dong slightly raised his eyelids, and said without any fluctuation in her tone:
"You know me, how many of me do you know?"
Qian Daoliu thought for a while, then smiled:
"That makes sense, You have always been good at debating, so can you tell me, where is Xueer now?"
Bibi Dong stroked the scepter with her fingers, and her still beautiful but not youthful face was reflected on the gemstone.
"She is my daughter."
"No, she is the choice of Angel God!" Qian Daoliu's tone became colder.
Suddenly swords were on the verge of breaking out in the hall, and the icy murderous aura pierced through the bones. Bibi Dong slowly sat up straight. The golden, red, and blue gemstones on the golden dress were shining brightly, but her skin was even more prominent.
"God's choice?" Bibi Dong looked directly at Qian Daoliu, and an aura that was no weaker than Qian Daoliu radiated from her.
At this moment, a trace of awe rose in Qian Daoliu's heart.
Impossible, Qian Daoliu swears, he only has angel gods in his heart, and he will not be in awe of anything else.
"Yes, my good granddaughter Xue'er, the inheritor of the power of the gods! The great choice of the angel god!"
When talking about the angel god, Qian Daoliu immediately showed the expression of a fanatical believer. He said like singing a poem out of his mind.
There was an obvious sneer on Bibi Dong's graceful face, she stood up and looked down at Qian Daoliu.
"The so-called gods! They are just powerful beings. You, who believe in them, suffocate me with their ugliness."
Qian Daoliu's gaze was instantly cold, and a murderous intent was clearly revealed in those calm and indifferent eyes.
"As the ruling elder, I think your opinion is biased!"
Bibi Dong sneered, and slapped the scepter in her hand, "As the pope of Spirit Temple, I think gods are not worth mentioning!"
If she didn't feel a power far beyond this world from Xiao Shu Bibi Dong might still pursue the power of the gods, but she now saw that through the efforts of human beings, one can reach the realm beyond the gods.
If omniscient and omnipotent, gods will last forever, if gods will be passed on, then there will be no gods in the world!
In the Pope's Palace, the two peak Douluo were facing each other, with cold killing intent in each other's eyes.
Qian Daoliu was furious at Bibi Dong's contempt for the gods, but also shocked by Bibi Dong's powerful aura, and Bibi Dong completely regarded Qian Daoliu as an enemy.
God's choice?
If the god chose to let herself suffer such shame and misfortune, then she had to see the true face of the god even more.
If she could, she would unscrew the head of that 'Master God'!
"Alright then"
Bibi Dong walked down the high platform slowly, her voice was clear and mocking,
"You believe in your god, but Xue'er already has a good teacher, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Teacher, who Is there a more suitable teacher than me on this continent?"
Qian Daoliu thought of many strong people in existence, but he couldn't find anyone who could become Qian Renxue's teacher.
The seraphim martial Spirit is the strongest martial Spirit in Douluo Continent today, and it is also the prerequisite for inheriting the angel god position. Qian Daoliu is worried that Qian Renxue's talent will be delayed.
Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment, and said decisively:
"Give Xueer to me, I don't care what you want."
Bibi Dong sneered: "Is this a deal? It seems that Xueer is still not much than an illusory god match in your eyes."
"The god is not nothing!" Qian Daoliu was furious, Bibi Dong questioned the god again and again, even with his self-cultivation, he felt extremely angry.
"Of course the gods are not nothing, but the gods are not supreme either!"
Bibi Dong shot back, her voice as cold as ice,
"If you don't believe it, then we can wait and see."
There was a long silence in the Pope's palace.
"I will prove it, Bibi Dong, your arrogance will eventually meet the wrath of the gods!"
Qian Daoliu no longer continued to quarrel with Bibi Dong, and in his heart, Bibi Dong was already completely dead.
When the Angel God returns to the world, all life in the shadows will die in hymns.
Looking at Qian Daoliu's back, Bibi Dong showed a sneer.
Xiao Shu is of great significance to her, this strong man exuding an alien atmosphere is an important reliance for her to ignite the fire of ambition.
Only she in this world knows the unique existence of Xiao Shu, so she will be the final winner.
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In Nuoding city, a ragged little boy is walking along the street asking about something.
This little boy was Tang San who escaped that day.
Tang San already knew that Holy Spirit Village was completely destroyed by that guy who suddenly appeared, but that's okay, no one will know his origin from now on.
And now, with his status as the last survivor of Holy Spirit Village, he is going to Nuoding City Junior Spirit Master Academy to study.
He believed that with the Xuantian Treasure Record( Mysterious Heaven Technique) he would be able to reach the peak step by step.
At that time, when he was thinking about becoming powerful, he never forgot about the guy who threw him away like trash.
If he wanted revenge, he would use the Tang Sect's peerless hidden weapons.
Showing the certificate issued by the Spirit Palace at the porter, Tang San ignored the contemptuous gaze of the porter, but already marked him for dead in his heart.
The other party despises me = I have been insulted = he has been sentenced to death.
This is also the principle in the general outline of Mysterious Heaven Technique,
Just when he was about to go in, a tall black shadow suddenly blocked him, Tang San raised his head, his cold eyes seemed to have poisonous barbs, piercing through the body and the person was startled.
"Are you a student here too?" The Grandmaster couldn't help asking.
Tang San nodded, then raised his head, the coldness in his eyes had completely disappeared, and his eyes became as pure and innocent as a normal child.
"Yes, my name is Tang San, I'm a work-study student, and I'm from the Holy Spirit Village."
The Grandmaster was shocked again, and asked:
"Is that the Holy Spirit Village? Has the village really disappeared completely?"
Tang San nodded, His tone suddenly became choked up
"There is no one in the village, and I am the only one left."
The Grandmaster sighed, and said angrily: "Sure enough, none of those powerful Spirit masters treat ordinary people as human beings! If If one day I become more powerful, I must..."
At this point, the grandmaster's eyes suddenly lost their luster, and he may never have that day.
Who made him awaken a mutated waste Martial Spirit.
"By the way, Xiao San, what is your martial spirit?"
The Grandmaster suddenly thought, and looked at Tang San.
Tang San hesitated and said: "Blue Silver Grass."
Is it also a waste spirit?
The Grandmaster suddenly had a feeling, he looked at Tang San, as if he saw himself when he was young.
At this moment, the Grandmaster made up his mind.
"Little San, you will be my apprentice from now on! Our master and apprentice can definitely prove that there is no useless martial spirit in the world!"
His burning eyes warmed people's hearts, and Tang San was taken aback.
Thinking slightly, he thinks this is a good opportunity.
Tang San knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed twice, sobbing: "Master!"
The Grandmaster lifted Tang San up with both hands in comfort, but he didn't notice the icy look in the little boy's eyes.
