Douluo's Fire

The Pope's Palace was still extremely empty, with only a dozen people racking their brains to discuss Ye Li's purpose.

Different times and different desires make people on both sides think in different directions.

This is not determined by wisdom, but by the thinking model bred by the era in which they live, so they are very confused about Ye Li.

For a leader of a big force, there is no problem with being a courtesy corporal, because it can bring a good reputation and recruit more strong people or good seedlings for himself.

These are all ways to enhance your own power and strength.

But ordinary people, unless they can be trained to form a huge army, or obtain innate soul power during the awakening of their martial souls, are of little use and can only serve as the grassroots for nurturing soul masters.

Judging from the current situation of Lihuo Academy, it is simply unrealistic to form a huge army.

Because they have no money.

There were discussions and quarrels in the main hall. Bibi Dong, who was leaning on the seat, frowned slightly, impatient with the quarrels in the main hall.

This kind of quarrel has been going on for more than ten days, but there is no useful conclusion at all.

Moreover, when these people quarreled these days, they would occasionally get involved in what happened in the Tiandou Empire.

A few days ago, the news that Qian Renxue, who had been lurking in the Tiandou Empire for 20 years, had returned from a great defeat swept away the senior officials of Wuhun Palace who were qualified to know the news.

In the Wuhun Hall, there is the Pope's faction and the Enshrinement Hall's faction.

Qian Renxue is the daughter of the last pope, and her grandfather is the current chief minister of the enshrinement hall, so she should belong to the enshrinement hall sect.

But what a coincidence, she is the daughter of His Highness Pope Bibi Dong.

The leaders of the two major factions in Wuhun Palace were both her elders, so no one dared to hold Qian Renxue accountable for the failure of her Tiandou Empire to lurk.

And after returning, with the support of the great priest and the acquiescence of Pope Bibi Dong, he also became the ruling elder.

As for punishment?Is being punished by kneeling in front of the Douluo Hall considered a punishment?

Gently holding her chin, Bibi Dong's thoughts drifted to Qian Renxue who was kneeling in front of the Douluo Hall, feeling a little uneasy and expectant in her heart.

After being in charge of the Pope's Palace for so many years, there are not many secrets in the Wuhun Palace that can be hidden from her.

The inheritance in Douluo Palace cannot be hidden from her either.

The inheritance of the angel family, the angel divine test.

I wonder how many exams that little guy can get there.

The soft maternal nature in her heart made her hope that Qian Renxue's results would be as good as possible.

But the deep-seated hatred filled her heart with torment, and she wished she could destroy this angel clan right away.

The mood is extremely complicated and difficult to understand.

In the noisy hall, Bibi Dong glanced at the bishop below, wanting to straighten up to end the meaningless quarrel and return to the secret room to practice.

But suddenly, a throbbing suddenly broke out in her heart, and the aura of disgust filled the Wuhun Hall. Bibi Dong frowned, and the huge soul power in her body couldn't help but leak slightly.

Whether it was the bishop in red or the very few platinum bishops, they couldn't help but be stunned by the ripples of Bibi Dong's powerful aura.

He stopped arguing and looked at the noble figure on the gorgeous chair with respectful and adoring eyes.

After waving her hand, Bibi Dong dismissed the meaningless quarrel meeting. Without letting go of her frown, she looked in the direction of the Douluo Palace and murmured to herself:

"How is it possible? How could Xueer be recognized so quickly?"

At the top of the sacred mountain, in front of the gate of Douluo Hall, which is made of simple rocks, stands a ten-meter-high statue with a golden body.

Three pairs of wings were spread out behind his back, and he held a huge golden sword in his hand pointing directly at the sky. It was exactly the image after the summoning of the angel's martial spirit.

In front of this statue, there was a man kneeling with his hands in a gesture that looked like six wings spread out, silent and calm.

Ever since she returned from the Tiandou Empire, her grandfather had arranged for her to kneel here until her heart calmed down.

In the Douluo Palace, Qian Daoliu, who had been guarding his granddaughter and waiting for the inheritance of the angel clan to appear, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of surprise.

In front of the huge statue, brilliant golden light burst out, shining into the body of Qian Renxue who was kneeling in front of the statue.

The golden light passes through the soul bone in Qian Renxue's body and establishes a connection with the inheritance contained in the Douluo Palace.

A faint golden silk ribbon connected the statue and Qian Renxue, and streams of rich golden light entered Qian Renxue's body, penetrating her body.

With a buzzing sound, the angel weapon in Qian Renxue's body erupted with brilliant golden light, leading the inheritance in and turning into a huge white seraph shadow behind Qian Renxue.

Opening his hands, a breath of compassion for the world filled the air, stirring Qian Renxue's body.

Qian Daoliu emerged from the golden light, looking at the phantom of the seraph behind his granddaughter in surprise.

For thousands of years, the inheritance of the angel family has never seen such a situation. In just three days, the inheritance was introduced.

Moreover, the phantom of Seraphim also appeared, which was completely unprecedented.

This sudden change made Qian Daoliu, who had always thought he was sure of victory, no longer as confident and calm as before for the first time.

Incidents continue.

A faint yellow flame appeared in Qian Renxue's eyebrows at some unknown time. It was weak but never extinguished, exuding an aura completely different from the brilliant golden light.

The emergence of pale yellow flames seemed to anger the brilliant golden light.

The huge seraph phantom suddenly turned into golden light, rolled up the sacred flame on the statue's sword and rushed straight towards the pale yellow flame.

As he rushed forward, the brilliant golden light around him turned into an arrow for his charge, breaking through the pale yellow flames in one fell swoop and driving them away.

This strange scene made Qian Daoliu, who prided himself on being well-informed, think of the word dumbfounded for the first time.

Isn't my family's angel inheritance just a brilliant golden light and the phantom of the seraphs? What's going on with this pale yellow flame?

The scene that happened next made Qian Daoliu want to pull off his beard to see if he was dreaming.

Qian Renxue's body slowly rose under the pull of golden light. Qian Renxue, exuding a sacred aura, opened her eyes, and light curtains floated in her eyes.

One, two, three,..., nine.

Nine light curtains, the nine angel exams that their families had been waiting for for thousands of years just appeared like this?

No need to kneel down and wait for one hundred and eight days?No need to burn incense to calm your mind and calm your mind.

All you need to do is kneel here for eight days, and the Angel Nine Exams will appear like this?

Although he was very confident in his granddaughter's talent, the fact that Angel Jiukao appeared so easily still made Qian Daoliu feel like he was in a dream. It was unreal.

"Grandpa, what is the Nine Angel Exams?"

Qian Renxue, who was under the pure white dress, looked like an angel at this moment, and asked Qian Daoliu with a puzzled look on her face.

She remembered that she only knelt for three days and three nights, and the words "Angel Nine Examinations" suddenly came to her mind.

As for Shen Xinjing, in the past three days, the scene that appeared in her mind was Ye Li's final answer to her question about the God's Mansion, which echoed for a long time and never stopped.