Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

　　 While Tang Chen was thinking about how to quickly increase his strength, on the other side, Qian Renxue, who had finally recovered from the trance, immediately took action.

　　 As Tang Chen guessed, Qian Renxue did not completely believe his words. Even if she felt the unparalleled oppression from Wuhun, and the incredible scene vaguely seen, she still remained skeptical of what Tang Chen said, and even went private to find a spiritually good person in Wuhun Palace. Title Douluo checked to make sure that he had not been planted with spiritual hints, and after careful consideration, he secretly arrived at the elder hall in the deepest part of the Spirit Hall.

　　 Hall of the Elders.

　　 This is the largest building in the Wuhun Hall, and it also represents the most powerful force in the whole Wuhun Hall. Inside the tall domed building, a wide hall is just as soon as you enter. The empty dome is nearly thirty meters high, and it is divided into three floors, with ten rooms on each floor.

　　 Except for extremely special circumstances, the first condition for being able to move into this place is to have a spirit power of 90 or higher, and possess the strength of Title Douluo or higher. This is where the real supreme power of the Wuhun Hall lies, and even the Pope must be restricted by it. In the final analysis, it is the function of strength. If the elders living here unite, it is enough to destroy a city in one day. This is not an exaggeration.

　　 At this time, the hall of the elders was quiet, not even a servant. When Qian Renxue walked into the huge hall, the sweat pores on her body shrank suddenly. On the innermost side of this hall, in front of a huge ten-meter-high seraph sculpture made of pure gold, a person stood quietly, facing the direction of the door, looking up at the pure gold statue.

　　 From the back, it was a man who was tall, but not strong. He was dressed in a plain gray robe with long black hair scattered behind his head, and he was combed very neatly.

　　 Standing there, he gave people a very strange feeling. Qian Renxue, who possessed the seraph martial soul, felt very clear. It seemed that the person was the seraph statue, and there was no difference between the two. It seems that the sunlight that enters the hall from the huge windows around is focused on him alone. Although his clothes are so plain, but he just stood there and gave people a feeling of worship.

　　 "Grandpa." Qian Renxue yelled softly and walked into the hall.

　　 In the middle of the main hall, the gray-clothed man slowly turned around, and the previous special atmosphere disappeared. He looks very young, with a face of less than 30 huh, very handsome, not like Qian Renxue's grandfather at all, but like his brother.

　　 As a titled Douluo of level ninety-nine, one of the three strongest people in the mainland, he doesn't have the aura of a strong person in his whole body. On the contrary, what emerged was a calm, indifferent, natural breath. But there is no doubt that he is the strongest person in the current Wuhun Temple, worshipping Qian Daoliu!

　　 Qian Daoliu stepped forward and came to Qian Renxue in the next moment. At this time, Qian Renxue had recovered her original appearance, and the mask on her face had also been taken off. On the other hand, Qian Daoliu was hugging Qian Renxue tenderly, her young face full of kindness.

"Xue'er, do you have anything to tell grandpa when you come back this time?" Qian Daoliu, who knows Qian Renxue's character, doesn't think that Qian Renxue is simply coming back to visit her. He knows this granddaughter better than anyone else. She's stubborn, and none of the things she believes will come back easily.

　　 Besides, he just received the news, Xueer seems to have checked whether she has received spiritual hints? !

　　 A dangerous light flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

　　 After listening to Qian Daoliu's words, Qian Renxue recovered from the excitement of seeing grandpa. Her face was solemn, her golden eyes looked directly at Qian Daoliu, and said: "Grandpa, I found two geniuses with innate soul power in a small village in the Heaven Dou Empire."

　　 "Innately full of soul power, which is not bad, but it shouldn't be worth a trip yourself."

　　 Qian Daoliu looked at his granddaughter, his eyes were full of pride. Xue'er, who possesses an innate soul power of twentieth level, can definitely inherit the position of the angel god. In the face of such a talent, all geniuses have to stand aside.

　　 "Yes, but one of the children named Tang Chen gave me a sense of closeness." Qian Renxue unreservedly told her experience. Qian Daoliu's originally kind expression gradually tightened.

　　 "Grandpa, is what he said true?"

　　 As Tang Chen expected, Qian Renxue, who was unable to make a judgment, could only ask her grandfather Qian Daoliu for help.

　　 Qian Daoliu slowly shook his head, and said: "I don't know, but..."

　　 He turned around and looked at the giant Seraphim statue.

　　 "Perhaps, only higher beings can answer."

Spirit world.

　　 In a magnificent hall, an angel with six wings gathered up sits on the seat in the center of the hall.

　　 Angel wore a simple robe without too much pattern decoration. The style was simple and elegant, with long golden hair casually draped behind him, which looked extraordinarily natural. On his forehead, there is a small golden mark, which is the image of a seraph. The outside wind is blowing and the trees are shaking, but He seems to sit here forever, eternally unchanged.

　　 Suddenly, as if he felt something, he slowly opened those golden eyes that were like autumn water. With this simple action, this magnificent palace seemed a lot dim. Amazingly, his appearance is similar to Qian Renxue.

"did you find it?"

　　 He muttered to himself that the golden mark on his forehead that looked like a seraph flickered slightly, and the next moment, his consciousness rested on his high priest.

　　 Douluo star, in the elder hall.

Qian Renxue only saw his grandpa closing his eyes and praying for a few breaths. Then, his eyes opened, and a faint, seraph-shaped golden imprint appeared on his forehead, indescribably powerful and vast. The breath spread out from his body.

　　He...No, he looked at Qian Renxue with those golden eyes without the slightest emotion. The next moment, Qian Renxue's eyes became blank.

　　 Just let me see what is the power that can make a statue that retains my divinity worship.

　　 He thought in his heart, raising one hand and gently placing it on the thorn-shaped brand on Qian Renxue's forehead, and the golden, holy light began to slowly penetrate inward.

　　 Boom! ! !

　　 The angelic god's heart trembled. At this moment, he vaguely saw the essence of the thorny imprints. No matter how calm his expression was, he was completely moved.

　　 light, that is pure light. It doesn't contain any magazines, it's just pure light. Even if the quantity is extremely scarce, the realm of that light is still beyond the reach of the **** of angels. Just seeing it gave him a new understanding of light, the realm that he hadn't made progress in the God Realm for countless years, seemed to loose a little bit.

　　 What is this power? !