Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's fiancé

Chapter 152 The Inner Court of the Wuhun Empire! Wuhun Church!

Thousands of years have passed, things have changed, and the once charming and talkative Ju Douluo...

Now his temper is uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, and he is so calm that there is no hint of charm in him.

To his right, on an empty chair, were engraved the words "Ghost Elder".

Among the enshrined elders, except Qingluan Douluo, the other six enshrined elders are all in their positions.

Da da da!

There was a crisp sound of footsteps, and outside the door of the conference room, someone was wearing a golden dress.

The beautiful woman with a red-gold cloak on her shoulders and a crown on her head stepped through the door with calm steps.

Wow~!

All the high-level officials of the Spirit Empire present stood up to greet him and stood at the conference table.

"See Your Majesty the Pope!" All the elders said respectfully in unison.

Walking to the main seat, the woman raised her hand to signal to sit down and looked around at the worshiping elders present.

Surprisingly, the woman's everlasting cold face put on a smile today.

"Everyone here is our own people, and I won't beat around the bush. Xue'er...is back!"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the worshiping elders present were stunned on the spot!

It’s been ten thousand years! The name Xue’er hasn’t appeared in many years!

Everyone present turned their attention to the woman at the same time. Ju Douluo, who was sitting on the right, stood up excitedly and asked again and again.

"Your Majesty the Pope! Your Highness the Princess...are they really back? Or...only one person..."

Turning to glance at Ju Douluo, Bibi Dong put the information of Zi Jun and the others on the table.

"Do you all look familiar?" Bibi Dong sat in the main seat in a good mood.

I saw the information of Zi Jun and the other two people suspended above the conference table.

"Similar! So similar!" Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed heartily, staring at Qian Renxue's information with wet eyes.

In the past ten thousand years... the disappearance of Zi Jun and the others made everyone in Wuhun Hall think that the three of them had already died.

For this reason... Qian Daoliu was so heartbroken that he completely retired to the mountains and stopped caring about worldly affairs.

Traveling alone across the continent, over the course of thousands of years, there have been people with the same name and surname as Zi Jun and the other three.

Qian Daoliu and Wuhun Empire have both searched for it, but in the end they all came back disappointed.

"I am here today just to verify the authenticity. I will naturally find out when the ceremony starts."

In the dean's office, Xiao Hui, who had received the news from Bibi Dong, looked excitedly and pulled out Zi Jun's information again.

Quickly walked into the lounge and compared Zijun's profile picture with the photo on the altar.

Wow......

Thin papers were scattered on the ground. Xiao Hui cried and laughed, holding Zi Jun's photo frame in his hand.

"Hahaha! Young Master! It's really the Young Master! It must be the Young Master! The Young Master is back!"

Crying and crying, the grievance in Xiao Hui's heart was finally released at this moment.

Thousands of years ago, as Zijun left, no news was sent back for thousands of years.

The God of Destruction was furious and expelled him from the God Realm!

He was once a first-level god, but now he has been reduced to a level 99 titled Douluo.

The ancients said that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, in Douluo Continent, and even in the entire God Realm.

To them, the existence of Zi Jun is not only the Supreme God King!

It is also the spiritual pillar and future!

If something happens to Zi Jun, Xiao Hui will probably be buried with him...

That’s right! I have been a servant since ancient times, and my fate is poor. Fortunately!

The God of Destruction, who is slightly cruel in nature, has a gentle wife, the God of Life.

Therefore, Xiao Hui escaped the disaster and was only deposed as a god.

In the center of the square, the assembled students stood neatly and orderly under the podium.

"Hey, have you heard that the Pope of the Spirit Empire is here too!"

The students standing next to Zijun were talking excitedly.

"Wow! Is it true? The Pope has never been here since the establishment of the Mainland Soul Master Academy. How could it be so sudden?"

Turning around and looking at the students behind him, a female student with long brown hair said in surprise.

Hearing the discussion among the students, Qian Renxue, who was standing in front of Zi Jun, turned back to look at Zi Jun.

The latter raised his hand and pinched her cheek, whispering softly.

"It must be her. After all, even though we used a pseudonym when we signed up, she must recognize her appearance."

Nodding happily, Qian Renxue raised her hand and held the palm on her face.

"The Pope of the Spirit Empire is invited to give a speech!"

A loud sound interrupted the two people's show of affection.

Looking up, she saw the figure that made her miss walking onto the podium.

The person coming is none other than the mysterious Pope of the Wuhun Empire! A supreme existence that has survived for thousands of years!

Bibi Dong!

As Bibi Dong stepped onto the podium, Qian Renxue burst into tears and covered her mouth while crying and laughing.

"Mother...Mother, dear mother, is still alive! That's great!"

On the podium, Bibi Dong immediately locked eyes with the blond hair in the crowd! Purple-gray eyes!

Qian Renxue looks somewhat similar to her.

Her heart trembled, Bibi Dong's eyes turned red, and she smiled slightly at Qian Renxue.

He turned his head and fought back the tears in his eyes, adjusting his mentality for a moment.

When he turned around again, he was already the tall, majestic and beautiful lord of a country!

"Today is not only the opening day of the academy, but also the ten thousandth anniversary of the founding of the Spirit Empire! I believe you all..."

On the podium, Bibi Dong spoke calmly and calmly.

On the outskirts of the academy, the evil soul master hiding in the crowd received instructions from the headquarters.

Wreaking havoc, most of the people among them were dead soldiers!

"Ten evil soul masters were discovered in Phoenix Alley! Take action immediately!"

"Thirty people from Xuanwu Street!"

"Eighteen of Shenfeng Street!"

Outside the academy, a cat-and-mouse game was going on quietly.

The Mainland Soul Master Academy is located on the ruins of the Star Luo Empire!

The world calls this place the Soul City!

In Soul City, Anluo Empire, Wuhun Empire, and Mingyue Empire!

There are churches built here! Among them, the Anluo Church and the Wuhun Church are the most powerful!

On the throne of the church hall, a young man wearing a blue robe and long light blue hair sat alone on it!

From the appearance, he looks like a normal person, the only difference is.

This person's whole body exudes a chilling aura!

"The game... has begun." In the transparent crystal cup, streaks of red blood overflowed from the cup.

The man with long blue hair sneered, raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

Boom~!

In the main streets of Soul City, there are evil soul masters wearing black robes.

Every time he walks into a crowd, he will explode his soul ring!

The power generated after the explosion caused serious injuries to the surrounding civilians! Or even death!

"Damn it! This time the dead soldiers sent by the evil soul master organization are all Soul Emperor level!"

A member of the Wuhun Empire law enforcement team wearing a black mask and speaking nervously shouted.

Lifting up the communication soul guide worn on his wrist, members of the law enforcement team quickly reported.

"Report to captain! The evil soul masters participating in the riot this time include emperor-level soul masters!"

At the Wuhun Church headquarters, three mature-looking young men and women picked up the weapons placed on the table.

"Let's go! It's rare for Master to come to Soul City once. Don't let these stinky fish and rotten shrimps ruin the elegance."

The leading woman with long yellow hair is walking sexy steps.

Holding a blood-red scimitar, he walked towards the church door.

(End of chapter)