Douluo: Protects Our Spirit Hall

after one day.

Yueguan and Guimei carried Pope Qianxunji on their shoulders, and regardless of their serious injuries, they drove at full speed without sleep, and finally returned to Wuhun City.

The ghost leopard woke up halfway, so Jin Ming's body was carried by him.

Time is running out.

They did not choose to enter through the city gate, but flew directly over the 100-meter-high city wall to the Pope's Palace.

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Temple of worship.

Beneath the lifelike Seraphim statue.

An old man with long blond hair like Chihiro Ji was kneeling on the futon and praying devoutly.

The old man was handsome, his outline was seven points similar to Chihiro Ji, tall, but not strong, he looked only in his 30s or 40s, but he was actually over a hundred years old.

He exudes a calm and tranquil atmosphere, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

This old man's name is --

Thousands of streams.

His cultivation has reached the ninety-ninth level of Limit Douluo.

He is one of the three major Limit Douluos in the world, and is known as the invincible spirit hall of the sky.

When a few people from Yueguan flew over the walls of Wuhun City, Qian Daoliu sensed it.

"In such a hurry, what's the urgency?"

Qian Daoliu frowned.

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

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

"Golden Crocodile, something happened!"

Qian Daoliu left a sentence, and the sound transmission informed the second worshiping Golden Crocodile Douluo.

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

At this time, a few people from Yueguan have arrived, and they have just put down the remains of Qianxunji and Jin Ming.

"Big, big offering!"

When Yueguan, Guimei, and Guibao saw Qiandaoliu appear, they quickly knelt down on their knees, their eyes full of fear, their heads were on the ground, and they couldn't help shaking.

"Bone and tendons are broken all over the body, all five internal organs are damaged, hemiplegia is paralyzed, he is dying, his real body is broken, and his spirit is backlashed. If this injury is not treated in time, it is very likely to fall."

Qiandao Liu flashed before the bed.

With a glance, he knew Qianxunji's situation, and his face was extremely ugly.

Immediately, he released his martial spirit instantly.

In an instant, a huge six-winged angel martial spirit that was hundreds of feet high appeared.

Directly shrouded the entire Pope's Palace.

A soft and sacred golden light shone down on Chihiro Ji's body.

Soon, the pale face of Qianxunji finally recovered a trace of blood. Although it only temporarily stabilized the injury, it also made Qiandaoliu breathe a sigh of relief.

Later, as long as you find a healing spirit master for treatment, you should be able to recover after resting for a while.

The sacred golden light not only filled the Pope's Palace, but also sprinkled over the entire Spirit City.

The residents of Wuhun City didn't know why, thinking it was an angel's manifestation, they quickly knelt down and prayed sincerely.

All the powerhouses in the Spirit Hall sensed the sacred aura emanating from the Seraph Martial Soul, and all the worshipers and elders in the Hall of Dedication and the Hall of Elders flew towards the Pope's Hall.

not far away.

Bibi Dong, who was cultivating in the Hall of the Holy Virgin, also sensed it.

Her lavender eyes suddenly opened, and her eyes turned to the Pope's Palace.

However, she didn't go there, she just watched the situation with her mental energy.

Soon she learned the general situation.

"Hahaha! Chihiroji, you deserve it too!" Bibi Dong's mouth curled into a sneer, full of schadenfreude and ridicule.

After a while, her face became fierce: "I can't let go of such a good opportunity. As the saying goes, while you are sick, I will kill you. Scum, wait, I will send you to hell right away!"

Next to the orphanage, by the blue lake.

Ye Qifeng was holding a book borrowed by Hu Liena.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the center of Wuhun City, looking at the seraph who radiated sacred golden light and was hundreds of feet tall.

Ye Qifeng opened his mouth wide:

"This...couldn't it be the spirit of the old man Qian Daoliu? It seems that something major happened to have him summon all spirits. From the time, it should be Chihiro Ji to capture him. Yin, he was beaten half to death by Tang Hao, he was paralyzed."

"Well...if that's the case, then Chihiro Ji is not far from death. Scum feeds spiders, it's not bad, it's a good death."

Worship in the temple.

Warmly dressed girls room.

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

This little girl has beautiful long golden hair that is loosely scattered, her skin is better than snow, her facial features are charming and delicate, and the bridge of her nose is straight.

Although he is young, he has the same appearance as Bibi Dong, but there is a clear difference in temperament.

She is the young master of Wuhun Temple--

Qian Renxue.

She is also the granddaughter of Qian Daoliu.

Suddenly, the seraph spirit on her body throbbed, and she opened her slightly slender phoenix eyes.

In the eye sockets are a pair of azure pupils, as crystal clear as dazzling sapphire.

"It's Grandpa's martial spirit, what happened? Do you want to go and see it? Forget it. With Grandpa here, even if it's a big thing, he can settle it. Let's continue to practice, I want to become stronger, but I can't. Live up to Grandpa's expectations."

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

Qian Renxue felt that the best thing in this world for her was her grandfather.

Even her father couldn't compare to her grandfather, because her father was always busy with the affairs of the Spirit Hall and didn't have much time to accompany her.

From childhood to adulthood, there was only one person who accompanied me from beginning to end, my grandfather Qian Daoliu.

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

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Inside the Pope's Palace.

The three Yueguan Ghosts, Ghosts and Leopards were having a hard time at this time.

After Qian Daoliu stabilized Qian Xunji's injury, he did not immediately withdraw his martial spirit.

He turned around and looked at the three ghosts, ghosts, leopards and leopards in Yueguan.

The three of Yueguan were so frightened that they trembled, so they had to lower their bodies even lower.

"Humph!"

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, the power belonging to the Limit Douluo was instantly aroused, condensed into the essence, and directly bombarded the three of Yueguan.

boom--!

The three people in Yueguan suffered heavy blows, slammed hard on the wall of the Pope's Palace and then fell, and the injuries of the three people who were already seriously injured were even worse.

Pfft---!

The three of Yueguan spit out blood, struggled to get up, trembling, and knelt down in front of Qian Daoliu again, daring not to complain.

"what happened?"

At this time, a rough voice came from outside the door, and the voice was full of doubts, and then a sturdy old man in golden clothes walked in from the gate of the hall.

He was just playing with his newborn granddaughter, and he came a little late.

Dodging to the field, the first thing I saw was Jin Ming, who was lifeless on the ground.

The golden crocodile was stunned for a moment.

The next second, his body shook violently, obviously taking a huge blow, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

Then he collapsed directly, holding Jin Ming into his arms with trembling hands, and weeping bitterly: "Son, what's wrong with you? Why did you go out like this? Get up quickly... You can't die. You are dead, what will Yue'er do, who will protect her in the future..."

Behind him, all Titled Douluo-level powerhouses followed.

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

After seeing the dying Pope and the dead Jin Ming, they all widened their eyes in shock, and when they saw the miserable Yueguan three people, everyone's eyes were full of sympathy and pity.

They thought that if the Pope died because of this, it is estimated that the three ghosts and leopards in Yueguan would have to be buried with them.