Douluo: My Martial Spirit is Ten Fierce Heavenly Horned Ants

Chapter 447, Let's Learn to Meow Together, Meow Meow!

at the same time.

In a hall full of light and sanctity in the hall of worship, a middle-aged man knelt and sat under the statue of a seraphim of light, with endless power of light shining from behind the seraph's martial soul.

In this hall, he is the light, he is the light.

The most notable thing is that the power of light in him is very pure. This is the power of light that can only be condensed by those who truly have a heart of benevolence and justice.

Just now.

After the middle-aged man sensed that the old woman had quickly left the range of his mental power through his powerful mental power, he couldn't help but sighed softly.

"Hey! The end of the three offerings is approaching now, and I hope that nothing will happen in the past ten years! Especially the divine punishment like the last time, I don't know if it will happen again. Can't stand it."

"It doesn't matter if I die, but the Spirit Hall cannot fall. If there is no suppression by the Spirit Hall, those evil soul masters hiding in the dark ditch will show up again."

"At that time, it will be a disaster for the entire continent. In a world where evil soul masters are flooding, those civilians will really have a lower life than ants, and they may become the playthings of soul masters at any time."

"Seraphim God of Light, may your will continue to walk on the earth, illuminating this endless darkness, and igniting the dawn of hope in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people."

After finishing speaking, Qian Daoliu looked up at the seraph statue in front of him, his expression became more devout, and at the same time, the power of light radiating from him became more intense.

As an existence who believes in light all his life, Qian Daoliu is an upright man.

Deep in his heart, he has always upheld the noble qualities of justice, kindness, and benevolence.

As long as Qian Daoliu's heart is a little dark and selfish, even if the Haotian School does not destroy the school, it will suffer a huge loss, and at least half of the school will die.

As long as there is a trace of darkness and selfishness in Qian Daoliu's heart, and he doesn't release a little bit of water when chasing and killing Tang Hao and Tang San, their father and son have already been reincarnated.

And the only stain in his life.

Probably only the incompetent son Chihiro Ji, an idiot with dark and dark thoughts in his heart.

It was because his heart was full of darkness and dark thoughts that the seraphim spirit completely lost its power of light, and finally the god-level seraphim was completely ashamed.

If not.

How could Chihiro Ji, who possessed the Seraphim spirit, lose so badly to Tang Hao, who had just become a Titled Douluo, even the kind of fiasco of being hung up and beaten.

As long as the seraph martial soul, which is a god-level martial soul, can exert its own power normally, the power of light it condenses can completely purify all evil in front of it.

So what if Tang Hao exploded the ring?
So what if Tang Hao also got the sacrifice of a 10-year-old Blue Silver Emperor?
The seraphim martial soul is a god-level martial soul, plus a full set of angel suit inheritance soul bones, aside from the abnormal existence of Dongqing whose soul power is completely unequal to its own strength, it doesn't count.

The invincibility of a god-level martial soul at the same level should be the minimum, but Chihiro Ji still reduced the Seraphim martial soul to a joke, and made his own father Qian Daoliu a joke.

Not only did he lose his own face, but he also lost the face of his father Qian Daoliu, and even made Wuhun Palace secretly dissatisfied with the pope.

During that time, I don't know how many people secretly agreed in their hearts, whether the Seraphim martial soul is too useless, and it is not worthy of the title of god-level martial soul at all.

At the same time, within the Clear Sky School, some people wanted to regard the Clear Sky Hammer as the world's number one god-level martial soul, and there were even very few elders who wanted to provoke Qian Daoliu.

After all, Tang Hao had just become a Titled Douluo and he was able to hammer Qianxunji, although it was because of a sacrifice of a 10-year-old Blue Silver Emperor.

But if several of our Clear Sky School's elders at the Douluo level work together, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with a peak level 99 Peerless Douluo, right?

To put it simply, everyone in the Clear Sky School is gone, thinking that the Clear Sky Hammer spirit is invincible in the world.

But when these titled Douluo-level elders really faced Qian Daoliu in person, they understood the true meaning of the peak 99-level Peerless Douluo.

There is no god in the world, they are demigods, they can suppress a group of Titled Douluo with just a lift of their hands.

Another day passed.

Outside Tiandou City, the Sunset Forest, the Ice and Fire Yinyiyan Valley.

In the afternoon, at dusk and sunset, the soft sunset shines on the valley, as if there is an extremely gentle lover in the house who is calling himself home.

The dusk is not scary, and the sunset is not sad, but I am afraid that there will be no one to accompany me at night.

Empty, lonely, lonely, the three helplessness in the world.

The bottom of the valley of Ice and Fire Liangyiyan.

Due to the rich aura of heaven and earth, the valley is lush and green, and when you open your eyes, there are young plants of thousand-year-old spirit grass and fairy herbs that are extremely rare to see in the outside world.

"Let's learn how to meow, meow meow!"

"Dead rabbit, you don't want to live anymore, do you?"

Zhu Zhuqing was furious, Xiao Wu ran away, the two fled and chased, the two of them flew and jumped around in the valley, unknowingly trampled on how many precious millennium spiritual grasses they accidentally stepped on.

As for the young plants of fairy herbs, they have strong vitality, as long as they are not directly pulled out of the soil, the fragrant and smooth jade feet of the two of them will not damage them.

Fragrant here is not an adjective, their tender and smooth jade feet do have a floral fragrance, and this fragrance can only be found when they use flower petals to soak their feet all year round.

As for how Dongqing knew, ahem, ahem. This is a question worth studying.

Not long ago.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were still soaking in the hot spring water of Binghuo Liangyiyan, but Xiao Wu suddenly meowed like a cat, causing the unbearable humiliated Zhu Zhuqing to run away in an instant.

Now the two of them were chasing and fleeing in the valley of Binghuo Liangyiyan, their hair was still wet, they didn't even wear shoes, and their bodies were only covered with translucent gauze, barely covering some important parts.

The hazy beauty of the translucent veil made it difficult for people to control the flames in their bodies.

Coupled with the strong wind generated by the rapid rushing and jumping, revealing the beautiful spring light under the translucent gauze, it is really impossible to describe the beauty at this time.

But unfortunately.

Now within a hundred miles of Binghuo Liangyiyan Valley, apart from Dongqing, there is no second male human being.

Even though there are thousands of beautiful scenery and thousands of styles, only Dong Qing can appreciate the beauty of the two of them alone.

At the top of the Binghuo Liangyiyan Valley, there is a very delicate attic.

This loft is not big, but the interior is very luxurious. There are seven rooms, one master bedroom, two second bedrooms, study room, kitchen, and other rooms, all of which are readily available.

In the master bedroom, there is very little furniture, just enough, the curtains are made of gold silk, the windows are smoky blue, embroidered with faint patterns, so elegant and a bit deserted.

In the master bedroom.

"Your Highness Dongqing, you won the championship today, aren't you happy at all?" Zhu Zhuyun made tea for Dongqing, came behind him, stretched out his jade hands and gently kneaded his shoulders.

But while she was kneading her shoulders, her plump body leaned forward slightly, and almost her whole body was pressed against it, her movements looked very familiar.

And what was visible to the naked eye was that the huge pressure on her chest had all accumulated on the back of his head, forming some kind of brain pad.

(End of this chapter)