Douluo: Hell starts, ask to marry Bibi Dong

Chapter Thirteen Seven Great Offerings

Elder's Hall.

This is the largest building in Wuhun City, except for the Pope's Palace, and it also represents the most powerful power of the entire Wuhun Palace.

In the tall dome building, you will see a wide hall as soon as you enter the door. The hollow dome is nearly ten feet high and is divided into four floors. There are no rooms on the first floor, and starting from the second floor, there are ten rooms on each floor.

Room.

Except for extremely special circumstances, only those with soul power level 90 or above and the strength of a titled Douluo are eligible to move in.

It is the highest power of Wuhun Palace, even Pope Qian Xunji must be restricted by it.

In the final analysis, it is a question of strength.

Especially the seven worshipers who live on the top floor.

Anyone who shows his strength is more powerful than the Pope.

Because they are all super Douluo whose soul power level has reached at least ninety-six, even peak Douluo and ultimate Douluo.

At this time, the elder's hall was quiet, not even a waiter was there.

The guards were nowhere to be seen.

When Qin Xuan walked into the huge hall, his heart suddenly trembled, and the hairs on his body were instantly tied up. At the same time, the martial soul in his body seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and the two auras in front of him were stronger than Qian Xunji.

Goals resonate.

Right at the innermost side of this huge hall.

Seven people stood quietly in front of a seraph statue that was more than ten meters high. Their backs were facing the direction of the door, their hands were clasped together in a prayer posture, and their eyes were closed facing the seraph statue.

From the back, it can be seen that they are seven men. They are all wearing unique golden armor, and the colors of their inner robes and cloaks are different.

The man in the middle is taller, but not strong. His shoulder armor is in the shape of a seraph, and his inner robe and cloak are dark blue. His long blond hair is spread behind his head and combed very neatly.

He gives people a very strange feeling.

It seemed that all the sunlight shining into the hall from the huge windows around him was focused on him alone.

Just standing there, his figure seemed to magnify infinitely, as if he had become the center of the Elders' Hall. Even the majestic old man on his left, who was much taller than him and whose shoulder armor was extremely arrogant and crocodile-shaped, was reduced to a foil.

It gives people a feeling of worship.

"Qin Xuan has seen two teachers and five worshipers."

Qin Xuan took a step forward. Even though he no longer had the habit of kneeling, he still knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully to the seven people.

The seven people still had no intention of turning around, and just looked at the huge seraph statue in front of them quietly.

Half a moment.

Standing on the far left, compared to the others, the figure who was particularly petite was the first to be unable to bear it any longer. He turned his head sideways and whispered:

"Boy Qin Xuan, I heard from the Pope that you are going to the Killing City. Yes, yes, you have courage. I am beginning to appreciate you."

His left eye is covered with ice and snow, he has long silver hair, and his left arm has an ice-like shape due to martial arts factors. Although he is an old man in real age, he still looks and sounds like a teenager.

And he is the fifth enshrinement of the Wuhun Palace, the Light Feather Douluo, with a soul power as high as level ninety-six.

"Guang Ling, be serious." Standing on the left side of Qian Daoliu, the tall old man glanced sideways and scolded sternly.

"Oh..." Light Ling Douluo curled his lips and responded softly, but did not dare to refute. He resumed his previous praying look.

Qin Xuan didn't dare to disturb him, so he just knelt on one knee and waited silently.

A long time passed.

The man standing in the middle just opened his eyes and turned around slowly. He looked to be in his thirties or forties, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Qian Xunji.

But his momentum is far superior to the latter. He always has a faint smile on his face, and his breath is calm and tranquil, making people feel very comfortable.

And he is the great enshrinement of Wuhun Palace, the ninety-ninth level extreme Douluo, Qian Daoliu.

The remaining six people obviously slowed down their movements deliberately. After bowing devoutly to the Seraphim statue, they all turned around with the former.

"Get up!" Qian Daoliu said, dragging Qin Xuan to his feet with a soft touch of soul power.

"Thank you for your great tribute." Qin Xuan was a little flattered. In his memory, he didn't have much interaction with Qian Daoliu. It was just over a year ago that he met Qian Jun and Jiang Mo when he became his apprentice.

The other party actually used his soul power to help him up through the air, so he had to do it with his own hands.

Although he doesn't catch a cold very much...except for the dead ghost Qian Xunji, it seems that only the six major worshipers and the future Qian Renxue have such treatment.

"Ting Ji'er said that you are going to the Slaughter City to experience, and he also highly praised your performance during this period and strongly agreed with this matter." Qian Daoliu put his hands behind his back and asked gently but without losing his dignity: "

how do you say?"

"Qin Xuan is willing to go." Qin Xuan said firmly.

At the same time, he sneered in his heart. Qianxunji, that old boy, really wanted to die and didn't even mention the promise of marrying Bibi Dong.

If the system is not turned on, he will still try to find ways to refuse.

Even if it doesn't work, you can delay it for a while.

But now he has the fairy grass, the [Phoenix Fire] that can prevent miasma in the killing city, and the Zongheng Sword Technique and the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique that can reduce the damage in the killing city. What else does he have to hesitate?

If he continues to stay in Wuhun Hall, he will become a thorn in Qian Xunji's side and a thorn in his flesh.

"Oh, what a fool." Qian Daoliu sighed softly.

As the saying goes, no one knows more about a son than his father. How could Qian Daoliu not know how much shit Qian Xunji had in his ass, what kind of virtue he had, and what kind of evil ideas he had?

As the Pope of Wuhun Palace, he is over fifty years old, but he has not yet married, and has not yet established a branch for the Angel Clan.

On the one hand, they have high vision and look down on those rouge and vulgar fans, thinking that they are not worthy of giving birth to the blood of the angel family.

This is somewhat similar to Qian Daoliu, otherwise he wouldn't have given birth to Qian Xunji at the age of seventy. It's just not as extreme as Qian Xunji.

On the other hand, it was because of Bibi Dong. Bibi Dong possessed two top-quality twin martial souls, the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul-Eating Spider Emperor. Not only was she innately full of soul power, but she was also a great beauty.

Be it temperament or appearance.

Looking at Douluo Continent, it is hard to compare.

From the moment Qianxunji accepted Bibi Dong as his disciple, Qiandaoliu noticed that Qianxunji's eyes had changed.

There was more greed and desire in his eyes.

Although he hid it well, he couldn't hide it from his father.

That look was not looking at the disciples, nor at the juniors, but at the prey.

Um!

A wretched uncle, the kind who looks at little girls.

I wish I could eat it completely and wipe it clean. Not even the bones and dregs are left.

It's just that Qian Daoliu turned a blind eye.

I feel that if Qian Xunji can make Bibi Dong fall in love with him one day, then the two of them can get together naturally, which seems good.

Maybe a quasi-angel god can be born for the angel clan, which is why it has not been revealed yet.