Douluo: My apprentice is the pope

"Congratulations to the three of them for finally reaching the top, you can continue to take your people to the next test." Ye Wentian stroked his beard and looked at the three with a smile.

"As for this number one little beauty, you can make a request." Ye Wentian pointed to Bibi Dong.

"I want to be more beautiful." Bibi Dong thought about his strength and possessions, and finally said so.

Although she is already beautiful, what girl would refuse to be more beautiful.

Ye Wentian stopped touching his beard for a while, obviously not expecting Bibi Dong to make such a request, after all, this is the tomb of the gods, someone would actually make such a request.

Even Murong Feixue's head, which had been raised, was stunned for a moment.

Oh, women are indeed the stumbling blocks that prevent me from ascending the road, let the master women be stumped to death!

Ye Wentian thought for a while, waved his hand from a distance, and then a mirror appeared in his hand. It was a bronze mirror, the size of a palm, with a long handle that could be held in his hand, and the back was embroidered with mountains and rivers. It looks very refined.

"This thing is the dressing mirror of the first female emperor in the first generation of human beings. It can tell you the inadequacies of your makeup when you are dressing every day, and it can also monitor the world in a radius of 100 miles."

Yang Zian and the others looked at the mirror with envy when they heard the words. Yang Zian was fine, his divine sense was enough to monitor a radius of thousands of kilometers, but for others, it was an opportunity to predict the enemy!

But for Bibi Dong, being able to point out the inadequacies of her makeup every day is already the best feature!

"Okay, everyone, let's go to the next level." Ye Wentian motioned for everyone to continue following his path.

"Then, what should I do?" Tang Hao, who was still fishing, hurriedly asked from below, was he fishing here?

"Haha..." Ye Wentian Xuying smiled and did not speak, signaling the others to move on.

Tang Hao was forever stuck in the first level............

The scene in front of Yang Zian's people was reversed by Qiankun again, and everyone was cut apart, as if they had arranged for a separate assessment.

The space he's in now is a room, an ordinary room that doesn't look very big.

And Yang Zian was in the center of the room at this time. In the left corner of the room, a figure was sitting in the corner, but because the surrounding space was too dark, Yang Zian couldn't see the other party's appearance for a while.

But you don't have to guess to know that this is the spiritual sense of the second disciple of his own family.

"Is this the second test?" Yang Zian asked the figure in the corner.

"What if it is, what if it is not?" A voice full of vicissitudes came from the corner. This voice seemed to see through life and death, giving people a sense of boundlessness.

Well, is this still a philosopher? Yang Zian secretly complained in his heart, but Ye Wentian went to Wen Dao at the beginning, and sometimes he couldn't compare to his own thinking and understanding. He still has to admit it.

"Then who are you?" Yang Zian planned to debate.

"Does it matter who I am? The name is just a title. Who will remember me after I die?" The vicissitudes of life replied flatly.

"So how can I get out?"

"What does it have to do with me if you go out or not? What if you go out, and what if you don't go out?"

"Then what do you think the meaning of life is?"

"God has lived for so long and yet he doesn't know the meaning of God's life, how can he know the meaning of life?"

"Then do you know how much is one plus two plus three plus four...?"

"You ask or don't ask, that's your freedom, but I answer or don't answer, that's my freedom."

Yang Zian: Farewell, I can't chat today!

The other party's answer or the other party's will is too depressed, and if he asks anything, he will not answer the question, and the final big move is useless.

Otherwise, forget it, it's fine to stay here...

Thinking like this, Yang Zian simply gave up his vigilance and sat down on the ground to relax.

At this moment, Yang Zian thought a lot, thinking about his life after he crossed to Douluo Continent, and thinking about his life in the previous life.

Yes, what is he planning, and what is he living for?

Yang Zian didn't realize that he was being led by a sad atmosphere, which had nothing to do with strength, but with mood.

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the same house

Bibi Dong couldn't help frowning when she saw the figure in the corner in front of her. This person was very powerful, and she could feel an aura from this person that was similar to that of the God of the Earth, but a little different.

In layman's terms, this person is the kind of broken spiritual mind.

"What is the second test?" Bibi Dong asked coldly.

"What about the assessment, what if there is no assessment, in the end it's nothing but a big dream." The same vicissitudes of life came over, giving Bibi Dong a very uncomfortable feeling.

"I hope you will tell me as soon as possible!" Bibi Dong said, and the aura on her body was also released. Although her strength was suppressed, she would not be controlled by others.

Who knew that Bibi Dong's strength had just been mobilized, and she was immediately bound by an invisible force, making her unable to move.

"You're in a hurry or not, I'm all here. If you move or don't move, I won't be annoyed at you."

"Old man, what are you trying to do?" Bibi Dong asked coldly, she was still mobilizing the spirit power in her body, she didn't believe that breaking the rules could keep suppressing her!

"Who do you live for in your life, and what is the meaning of your life?" The vicissitudes of life asked again, this time the voice directly impacted Bibi Dong's heart, causing Bibi Dong to fall into contemplation.

the same house

The back of Murong Feixue's head was facing the figure, and he didn't say a word, he wouldn't take the initiative to say it, he wanted to maintain his demeanor, no matter when and where.

After a while, a fallen leaf fell, with a trace of embarrassment.

The old man couldn't help but said, "Young man, aren't you curious about the second test?"

"I am invincible in the world, who will I fight if I don't fight against the sky?" Murong Feixue answered the question.

"Don't you want to get the inheritance of God?" The old man's voice was full of temptation.

"My goal today is to slay gods in the right way with the body of a mortal!" Murong Feixue remembered Yang Zian's figure and words back then.

I really want to strangle you!

The old man resisted the urge to kill, this was the first time he had met such a person.

"Young man, what do you think the meaning of life is?" The old man asked directly, too lazy to ask any more.

"I'm willing to raise three feet of Qingfeng and cut the world's injustice!" Murong Feixue's mentality was not affected at all, and the mentality of the king will not change!

Old man: ................................

"Pfft." The old man knelt down to Murong Feixue.

"Brother. I beg you to go, I kowtow to you......"

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