Douluo: Protect Our Soul Hall

after one day.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei carried Pope Qian Xunji on their backs and drove at full speed without any sleep, regardless of their serious injuries, and finally returned to Wuhun City.

Ghost Leopard woke up midway, so he was responsible for carrying Jin Ming's body.

Time is running out.

They did not choose to enter through the city gate, but directly jumped over the hundred-meter-high city wall and reached the Pope's Palace.

…………

Worship Hall.

Under the lifelike seraph statue.

An old man with long golden hair like Qian Xunji was kneeling on the futon, praying devoutly.

The old man has a handsome appearance, with an outline similar to Qian Xunji's. He is tall but not strong. He looks like he is only in his thirties or forties, but he is actually over a hundred years old.

He exuded a calm and indifferent aura, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

This old man's name is--

Thousands of streams.

His cultivation reached the ultimate Douluo level ninety-nine.

He is one of the three most extreme Douluo in the world. He is known as the invincible Grand Priest of the Wuhun Palace. He is the person in charge of the Douluo Palace and the Sacrifice Palace. He is also the former Pope of the Spirit Palace and the father of the current Pope Qian Xunji.

Qian Daoliu sensed it when Yue Guan and the others flew over the wall of Wuhun City.

"In such a hurry, is there anything urgent?"

Qian Daoliu frowned.

Immediately, his huge mental power was aroused, and he swept back and forth on the Yueguan people.

The next moment, Qian Daoliu's calm face suddenly changed color, and his expression became particularly ugly.

"Golden Crocodile, something happened!"

Qian Daoliu said nothing and sent a message to the second worshiper, Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Then, his figure flashed, disappeared from the enshrinement hall, and appeared directly in the Pope's hall.

At this time, several people from Yueguan had arrived and had just put down the bodies of Qian Xunji and Jin Ming.

"Big, big offering!"

At the end of the month, Gui Mei and Gui Bao saw Qian Daoliu appear and quickly knelt down on their knees. Their eyes were filled with fear and their heads rested on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"Broken bones and tendons all over the body, all five internal organs damaged, hemiplegia, dying, real body shattered, mental backlash. If this injury is not treated in time, it is very likely that he will die."

Qian Daoliu appeared in front of the bed.

With a quick glance, he knew Qian Xunji's condition, and his face was extremely ugly.

Immediately, he released his martial spirit instantly.

In an instant, a huge seraph martial spirit hundreds of feet tall appeared.

Directly covering the entire Papal Palace.

The soft and sacred golden light fell on Qian Xunji.

Soon, the pale-as-paper Qianxunji complexion finally regained a trace of color. Although the injury was only temporarily stabilized, Qiandaoliu breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you find a healing soul master to treat you later, you should be able to recover after resting for a while.

The sacred golden light not only filled the Pope's Palace, but also spread to the entire Wuhun City.

The residents of Wuhun City didn't know why and thought it was an angel appearing. They quickly knelt down and prayed devoutly.

The sacred aura emitted by the Seraphim's martial soul was sensed by all the powerful men in the Spirit Hall, and all the priests and elders in the Enshrinement Hall and Elder Hall flew towards the Pope's Hall.

not far away.

Bibi Dong, who was practicing in the Saintess Temple, also sensed it.

Her pale purple eyes suddenly opened and she looked towards the Pope's Palace.

However, she did not go there, she just used her mental energy to check the situation.

Soon she understood the general situation.

"Hahaha--! Qianxunji, you deserve what you have today!" A sneer appeared at the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth, full of gloating and ridicule.

After a moment, her face became fierce: "I can't let such a good opportunity pass by. As the saying goes, I will take your life while you are sick. Scum, just wait, I will send you to hell immediately!"

Next to the orphanage, next to the Blue Lake.

Ye Qifeng was holding a book borrowed by Hu Liena.

He looked up towards the center of Wuhun City, looking at the seraph that was hundreds of feet tall and emitted sacred golden light.

Ye Qifeng opened his mouth wide:

"This...couldn't it be the martial spirit of that old man Qian Daoliu? He was able to summon all the martial spirits. It seems that something big happened. Judging from the time, it seems that Qian Xunji was the one who went to capture him.

Yin was hammered to death by Tang Hao, and he must have been paralyzed."

"Well...if that's the case, then Qianxun Ji is not far away from death. Scum feeds spiders, it's not bad, he died a worthy death."

Enshrined in the temple.

Warmly dressed girl's room.

A little girl about nine years old in a golden dress was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her eyes closed, practicing hard.

This little girl has beautiful long golden hair that hangs freely, skin as good as snow, charming and delicate facial features, and a straight nose.

Although he is young, his appearance is no less than Bibi Dong's, but his temperament is obviously different, with a very personal pride and authority.

She is the young master of Wuhun Palace--

Qian Renxue.

She is also the granddaughter of Qian Daoliu.

Suddenly, the Seraph Martial Soul Ji on her body moved, and she opened her slightly slender eyes.

In the eye sockets are a pair of azure holes, as crystal clear as bright sapphires.

"It's grandpa's martial spirit aura. What happened? Do you want to go and see? Forget it. With grandpa here, he can handle even big things. Let's continue practicing. I want to become stronger. I can't.

Live up to grandpa’s expectations.”

Although Qian Renxue was curious, she was an obedient child, especially Qian Daoliu's words, so she suppressed her curiosity and decided to continue practicing.

Qian Renxue feels that the best person in the world for her is her grandfather.

Even her father is not as good as her grandfather, because he is always busy with the affairs of Wuhun Palace and does not have much time to spend with her.

Growing up, there was only one person who accompanied me from beginning to end, my grandfather Qian Daoliu.

Therefore, she is closest to her grandfather and listens to his words very much.

…………

Inside the Papal Palace.

The three ghosts, ghosts and leopards at Yueguan are having a hard time at this time.

After Qian Daoliu stabilized Qian Xunji's injuries, he did not take back his martial spirit immediately.

He turned around and looked at the three ghosts, ghosts and leopards in Yueguan, their expressions were extremely gloomy, like tigers that wanted to choose people to devour.

The Yue Guan trio were so frightened that they trembled and had no choice but to bend their bodies lower.

"snort!"

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, and the power belonging to the Extreme Douluo was instantly activated, condensed into substance, and directly bombarded the Yueguan three people.

boom--!

The bodies of the three people in Yueguan were hit hard, and they hit the wall of the Pope's Palace and then fell. The injuries of the three people who were already seriously injured were even worse.

Phew---!

The three people in Yueguan each vomited blood, struggled to get up, and knelt down in front of Qian Daoliu again with trembling hands, not daring to complain.

"what happened?"

At this time, a rough voice came from outside the door, the voice was full of doubts, and then a sturdy old man in golden clothes walked in from the door of the temple. It was the second enshrinement in the hall - Golden Crocodile Douluo.

He had just been playing with his newborn granddaughter and arrived a little late.

When he reached the venue, the first thing he saw was the lifeless Jin Ming on the ground.

Golden Crocodile was stunned for a moment.

The next second, his body shook violently, obviously he had received a huge blow, and for a moment, he couldn't bear it.

Then he collapsed, holding Jin Ming in his arms with trembling hands, wailing and crying: "Son, what's wrong with you? Why are you like this just after going out? Get up quickly... You can't die.

.What will happen to Yue'er if you die? Who will protect her in the future..."

Behind him, all the powerful men of the Titled Douluo level followed closely.

Everyone came to the Pope's Palace one by one.

After seeing the dying Pope and the dead Jin Ming, everyone opened their eyes in shock. When they saw the miserable Yue Guan trio, everyone's eyes were filled with sympathy and pity.

They thought that if the Pope died because of this, the three ghosts, ghosts, and leopards of Yueguan would probably be buried with him.