1 Chapter 92, Side Quest Spirit Hall 1
Spirit Hall,
"Don't you realize it yet, Dong'er?" Qianxunji looked at Bibi Dong, who was dirty and hugged her legs and ignored
him. "Hmph!" Bibi Dong snorted coldly, unwilling to pay attention to him.
"You!" Qianxunji was also angry, holding Qian Renxue and left.
Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong with bright eyes, her eyes were downcast.
'It's still the same, one year after that, my mother's life has been completely ruined by others, but don't worry, mom, I will never let you die in this life!
Tang San, I will destroy everything about you! '
Qian Renxue is already one year old, she has completely understood, she is truly reborn.
This kind of thing is a bit incredible, but she is a god after all, and it is not impossible for a god to be reborn.
The greatness of a god is at the level of life, but it's a pity that her assessment back then was too simple and her foundation was not strong enough.
'In this life, I must surpass myself back then! Fortunately, after my rebirth, I still have a trace of consciousness, which may be the key to my success!
Qian Renxue then closed her eyes and rested. She could not do anything about her mother's affairs. Her mother would not listen to anything now and really wanted to kill her.
Qian Renxue then looked at her father. She once thought that her father was the greatest and the best, but now it seems that it is just like that.
Forcing a relationship with a disciple, she, as a daughter, felt a little disgusted. But as a superior, the disciple she trained was pried away by the hostile forces.
And eloping, there is really nothing to say. Qian Renxue was also a prince and played with power. If she encountered something like Bibi Dong, she might do something worse.
For example, a talent like Bibi Dong was used as a breeding pig to cultivate more geniuses for the Spirit Hall.
I don't want to think about it anymore. It's a headache. A dirty father, a crazy mother, me who is not loved, and a broken home. My only relative is my grandfather.
Get stronger, get stronger, get stronger, I want to become a god in my twenties! After becoming a god, I will first revive Grandpa, and then unify the entire continent!
Tang San, I will not make any bets with you this time. You destroyed my family, and I will make you live a life worse than death!
Qian Renxue's heart was full of resentment.
In the worship hall,
Qian Xunji handed his daughter to Qian Daoliu. He didn't know why this daughter didn't like him, but liked her father instead. Qian
Xunji was very helpless. He had high hopes for this daughter. With his and Bibi Dong's genes, he felt that he could inherit the throne of the God Ancestor and let the Angel God reappear on the continent.
"Grandpa~" Qian Renxue said in a baby voice.
"Oh, Xiaoxue, good boy, Xiaoxue, good boy!" Qian Daoliu held Qian Renxue in his arms. He was particularly fond of this granddaughter.
"Your Holiness the Pope!"
Just when Qian Xunji wanted to tease Qian Renxue, Ghost Leopard Douluo suddenly appeared behind Qian Xunji.
Qianxunji put away his playful thoughts and asked Ghost Leopard Douluo, "What's the matter?"
"Haotian Sect, Sect Master Tang Zhen came alone and has been waiting at the Pope's Palace."
Ghost Leopard Douluo answered truthfully.
"Oh? Why is he here? Why did this old guy come to my Spirit Hall's territory instead of recuperating at home? Strange."
Qianxunji was a little confused. He saw that Tang Zhen, this old man, was seriously injured in the Seven Great Sects Conference. He
used the Ring Explosion Secret Technique to force himself to backfire. Tang Zhen did not die on the spot. His body was strong enough. How could he dare to come to the Spirit Hall?
"Okay, let me go and see him. Father, I'm leaving." Qianxunji clasped his fists towards Qian Daoliu and left.
Qianxunji had to go and see in person. Tang Zhen had a Pope's Order issued by him personally, which was equivalent to the Pope's presence!
Not to mention that Tang Zhen was a Titled Douluo of the Upper Three Sects, no one dared to stop him with the Pope's Order alone.
Qian Renxue in Qian Daoliu's arms was a little confused.
"Tang Zhen, isn't he Tang Hao's father? Was he mad at Tang Hao? Oh, Tang Hao should not have become a Titled Douluo yet, I wonder if the soul beast is there, why don't we go check it out."
Qian Renxue thought about it and decided to go check it out. "Grandpa, Daddy, let's take a look..." Qian Renxue said in a baby voice.
"Okay, okay, Grandpa will go with you to take a look." Qian Daoliu smiled. If his granddaughter wants to go, then let's go.
In the Pope's Palace,
Tang Zhen's face was as pale as the bottom of a pot. Tang Zhen's clothes had been changed, but it could be seen that he was wearing a leather glove on his right hand.
Tang Zhen's neck was already tied with a white bandage, and there was bright red blood on the right neck.
"Who is that guy? He is only a Soul Douluo at level 89, but he has such power! He crushes me in terms of strength. The black slash he used almost cut off my head.
If it weren't for my improved cultivation and perception, I might have really died. Damn it! Could this guy be the one who defeated Hao'er and Xiao'er?
It should be him. When he fought with me, he was all dark attributes, and I heard the dragon roar. The power was even more powerful than that of the old guy Yu Yuanzhen."
Tang Zhen muttered to himself. His right hand was still trembling a little. Under the glove, his whole hand was eroded by darkness, but now he is relying on his powerful cultivation to erase the darkness bit by bit.
It will probably take a few months of recuperation to completely erase the darkness. Tang Zhen was ready to go back and think about this matter. He took a sip of tea and suddenly looked somewhere.
"Zhentian Douluo, what are you doing in my Wuhun Hall?"
Qianxunji's "holy" voice came, and a golden angel phantom suddenly appeared in the Pope's Hall, and Qianxunji walked out of the angel phantom.
Two yellow, two purple, five black, the pressure of the soul power of level ninety-five came rushing in.
Tang Zhen also stood up, two yellow, two purple, five black, the soul power of level ninety-six collided with Qianxunji's soul power.
Bang--
Qianxunji took a half step back, he looked at Tang Zhen with a little surprise.
"Humph!" Tang Zhen put his hands behind his back, his eyes arrogant, as if to say, is this all you can do?
'Isn't Tang Zhen going to die soon? How can he still have such strength? And isn't he level ninety-five? How did he become level ninety-six?
Did he heal his injuries? Impossible, how could that kind of injury be healed so easily? 'Qianxunji kept thinking, why did Tang Zhen have such a change.
"Your Holiness!" Tang Zhen clasped his hands in front of Qianxunji, as a salute.
"Well, what is the matter with Sect Master Tang coming to my Wuhun Hall?" Qianxunji said solemnly when he sat back on the Pope's throne.
"There are several things. First, some time ago, the Poyi clan of our Haotian Sect was exterminated for no reason. I wonder if His Holiness the Pope knows about this?"
Tang Zhen's voice was heavy, telling Qian Xunji that he came to ask for an explanation today.
"How could my Wuhun Hall do such a thing? My Wuhun Hall is the holy land of soul masters on the mainland. Don't worry, Sect Master Tang, I will issue a Pope's order to investigate the matter thoroughly throughout the continent and give you an explanation."
Qian Xunji said "solemnly".
"Then thank you, His Holiness the Pope. Second, I want to meet His Holiness the Angel, that is, Uncle Qian Daoliu. My father and Uncle were close friends.
It's rare for me to come to the Wuhun Hall, so I have to meet him."
Tang Zhen said with a smile.
He came to the Wuhun Hall to see if the old guy Qian Daoliu was dead. He has always been a huge mountain weighing on the Haotian Sect.
If Qian Daoliu died, everyone would be happy. If he didn't die, then he would say a few good words, and then the Haotian Sect would be silent for a while.
"What do you want from me?"
A calm voice came, and a middle-aged man in a gray robe suddenly appeared in the Pope's Palace holding a baby girl.