Chapter 42: The holy place of the Human Emperor Banner, Douluo Palace!

In the Pope's Palace
The door slowly opened and a man walked in.

Bibi Dong saw that only Yin Bai was here, so she half-closed her eyes and looked at him, and said coldly: "Where are you? Why are you the only one here?"

She is looking forward to the arrival of the three geniuses because they will be candidates to surpass the golden generation.

"There was an accident." The old woman didn't dare to look at the man on the stage. She swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "The chief priest said he was interested in them."

When Bibi Dong heard the name of the immortal old man from the Qian family, her eyes instantly turned deep red, with wisps of black air emerging from the corners of her eyes.

"You mean to say that the child I asked you to take care of was taken away by Qian Daoliu?"

The murderous aura burst out around her like a substance, and the originally bright hall suddenly became extremely dark.

She slammed the armrest of the Pope's chair, pointed at the other party and shouted.

"My orders are not as effective as those of the chief priest, right? If that's the case, why didn't you bring them here directly? You useless idiot!"

I was still thinking about how to train a few people in the future, but they are just gone like this?
So what if it’s gone? Why are you leaving it to that old guy?

Yin Bai was so frightened by this scene that his face turned pale. Like a quail being stared at by a hungry wolf, he half-knelt on the ground, trembling and waiting for his fate.

She was also very tired! She had never expected that the chief worshiper would suddenly come out of the worship hall. He had not set foot there for more than ten years.

"Yin Bai! Let me ask you, is the Pope's order less important to the Spirit Hall than the opinion of a retired old man?"

Seeing that the old woman only knew how to lower her head and said nothing, she laughed angrily, "It seems to be true. I didn't expect that you are also that old immortal!"

After saying that, she stepped on her high heels and walked towards the other person step by step.

He leaned over and whispered in his ear: "You can die now."

"Your Majesty?"

Yin Bai was startled and just as he was about to look up, he felt a numbness on his back, and his body lost control and he fell to the ground involuntarily.

She tensed her neck and tried to move, but she could not feel the existence of her limbs at all.

Then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

"Ghost, clean up." Bibi Dong walked towards her throne with her back to the shriveled body.

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope."

Jue Wu Douluo, who had been by her side for twenty years, knew this woman's character very well and was naturally not surprised that she killed people to vent her anger. This was not the first time.

But Yue Guan still reminded: "Your Excellency the Pope, how do you explain to the High Priest? He is a Soul Douluo after all."

Bibi sat back in her seat, closed her eyes, covered her forehead with her hands, and struggled with gritted teeth.

Damn it, that damn god's influence on me is getting worse and worse. A little bit of anger is actually intensified to the point where I want to kill someone.

Who cares? You guys owe me money anyway, so I don't mind killing them all! No, no, I'm the Pope now, I can't do this for now!

Two different thoughts kept fighting in my mind.

After a moment, he suppressed his increasingly serious murderous intent and sighed, "Just say that I sent her to carry out a mission. You should know how to write the aftermath."

"Yes."

at the same time-
Qian Daoliu led the three of them up the wide stairs without handrails, slowly walking towards the hall at the highest point.

"Your Majesty, may I ask how you can tell my true level of cultivation?" Feng Xuan took a few steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, then expressed his doubts.

"If you want to know, you will understand when you see Him."

"Him?" Feng Xuan was a little confused by the riddle-like behavior of this centenarian young man.

Looking at this reverent expression, could it be an angel? But the other party is already dead, so he should be unconscious.

If it was really because of Him, then it was normal for me to be seen. After all, divine power was basically reduced to attack in Douluo Continent. The functionality and strength of this thing were too high.

I am still using an ordinary soul power system, which is not comparable at all.

As we walked, we passed by the Douluo Palace halfway up the mountain.

When they got here, even Qian Daoliu took two steps forward and bowed to the gate. The three of them followed suit and did the same.

At a close distance, Feng Xuan, with his head down, felt the heart-pounding soul fluctuations inside the door, and he also felt an inexplicable sense of excitement from the Human Emperor Banner.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes. Could it be that the angel gods were using their divine power to preserve the souls of those deceased Douluo here?

Wu Shifu, he couldn't help but curse in his heart. This is simply his holy land! He was right to come here!

The City of Slaughter can only be described as a garbage dump in front of this. After all, there are only a few titles there, but the starting point here is Titled Douluo.

Feng Xuan couldn't help it and asked softly.

"Well, Your Majesty, is there any other way to get in here besides death?"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu glanced at the boy behind him. You are so bold, even I can only enter this place after I die. "No, if you can't get your account banned in the future, you won't even be qualified to enter after you die."

"Can't you be flexible?"

It was the first time that Qian Daoliu felt exhausted by a question from a junior. He pointed to the sky helplessly and said, "Then you have to ask Him."

"This place was established by the will of my God. If you want to open it without the death of the Untitled Douluo, you must agree with my God."

Feng Xuan curled his lips. He thought that as a great priest you had great authority, but it turns out that you are just a gatekeeper.

"Okay, I'll ask later."

"Huh? You know it's my God who wants to see you?"

"You can probably guess it. Even Your Majesty has to be careful when addressing Him. I can't think of anyone else except the Angel God."

“You must use honorific titles when addressing me, God!”

"Yes~ I'm very excited about meeting my God~" Feng Xuan followed suit and spoke in a long tone.

Seeing this kid in such a desperate state, Qian Daoliu suddenly wanted to slap him.

Is there anyone you respect as much as me?

Soon, the offering hall came into view.

After entering, Qian Daoliu asked Xiao Wu and Ye Lingling to stay outside, and led Feng Xuan into the central hall of faith.

He, who was extremely arrogant in front of outsiders, walked up to the milky white angel statue, bowed respectfully, and spoke in a low voice.

"My God, Feng Xuan has been brought here."

As the voice fell, a reassuring warm light suddenly lit up on the sculpture.

A gentle and ethereal voice sounded in my mind.

"Your martial spirit is very special, child." She paused and continued.

"You can actually create a place for the souls of all living things to live. If you can bring a different future to this world, you can become a god with this."

"I can create my own godhood?"

Feng Xuan was a little surprised. In fact, he originally wanted to steal Tang San's throne. After all, both Shura God and Sea God were in a hurry to escape and they didn't care at all who inherited the position.

But now I can create my own, I can't do it again.

How to create your own method, use the Human Emperor Banner to gather faith and become a god? Or really sacrifice the entire continent and then become a god yourself?
"To some extent, yes."

"Then what do you want me to do?" First there was a rainbow pua, a term that sounded familiar.

But if the throne of God was so easy to create, the Sea God would not have spent thousands of years accumulating faith in the human world.

The ethereal voice sounded again.

"Your martial spirit is too special. At your current speed, it won't be difficult for you to become a god in the future, so I want you to help future angel examiners."

"I have been dead for too long. This strand of spirit can no longer be sustained by the power of faith alone."

"The world needs a new Angel God, but darkness does not want the Angel God to exist. When the final battle comes, please help her reach the divine realm alive."

"This is my only request. If you can agree to it, Douluo Palace will be open to you."

"Well, I'm just curious, what if I don't agree?"

"The man behind you will kill you. It's that simple. If you agree, you will get benefits. Otherwise, you will die."

Is there any difference between this and not giving options? Anyway, it is a sure win, so I will definitely agree.

"If I could live to that time, I would definitely take action."

"Then I hope you won't break your promise."

As the words fell, the golden light on the angel statue gradually dimmed.

Qian Daoliu behind him seemed to have heard something and kept nodding.

Finally, he looked at Feng Xuan, his eyes containing all kinds of complex emotions that were hard to describe.

"When the Divine Examination begins, the Douluo Palace will be open to you."

When he said this, Qian Daoliu's expression was extremely distorted.

Why is it so sudden? How can he get in?

　I changed it a bit. If there is the influence of Rakshasa, he will indeed kill people at all costs.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)