Chapter 65 Rakshasa and Angel

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

The method of refining the soul core was spread into the Elders' Hall after Qian Daoliu agreed.

Except for the two who had just joined the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and Pope Bibi Dong, all the high-ranking Titled Douluo had completed the soul core condensation and their levels had been upgraded.

They are not like those worshippers, who consume a huge amount of energy for each level upgrade.

Among these people, Yue Guan had absorbed the immortal herb that was most suitable for him, and his soul power level had reached level ninety-six. He was only one step away from a breakthrough.

Afterwards, he went to the Hall of Faith and, under the witness of the rules guided by divine power, he completed the oath of absolute loyalty in front of the angel statue and officially entered the Hall of Worship to become one of the Eight Worshipers.

Now that they have entered the Worship Hall, the position of Punishment Elder will naturally be passed down to Ghost Leopard Douluo, who is the strongest among the current elders.

Because Guimei and Yueguan had a soul fusion skill that complemented each other, without each other, he also lost interest in this position. After reporting to Qiandaoliu, he gave it to Demon Bear Douluo.

The change of power was silent.

After Bibi Dong found out about their betrayal, she was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

In the Pope's bedroom behind the palace.

The ground was filled with messy items, and in the corner there was even the pope's crown and scepter. The countless dents and claw marks on the wall made people imagine a lot.

Bibi Dong was sitting on the couch wearing a silk gauze dress, her wine-red eyes were completely covered by black air.

"You old bastard, you are going too far!"

She only found out about Jue Gui Douluo after Qian Daoliu made the announcement. The two of them actually left without saying a word!

In other words, I am now completely isolated and helpless.

The golden generation under his command has not yet grown up. Even the Pope doesn't even have a Titled Douluo thug under his command.

This also made her more determined to speed up the completion of the inheritance of the throne.

He stood up and stepped over the debris on the ground, casually kicking away the crown and scepter that were blocking his way. A wisp of black air condensed at his fingertips and slid lightly on the wall twice, leaving two black silk threads.

The thread continued to spread and expand, and finally gradually turned into a channel.

The wall is only two feet thick, and behind it is the building base of the Pope's Palace connecting to the Holy Mountain, but at this moment it seems as if it does not exist.

The interior of the passage was extremely dark, and one could only vaguely see that it was a cave. The winding road was filled with a dead silence.

Facing this darkness that frightens ordinary people, Bibi Dong seemed very familiar with it. She stepped in without hesitation and disappeared into the black fog in an instant.

And this passage slowly closed as she entered, and finally turned into the original two black lines and gradually dissipated.

Bibi Dong was wearing a gauze dress that vaguely revealed her proud curves, and she was walking in this dim cave with high heels on.

After a moment, everything became clear.

What caught my eye was a huge space with a height of over a hundred feet. I couldn't tell whether it was underground or in the mountains.

The width of the road after leaving the cave remained unchanged, still three meters, extending all the way to the wide platform in the distance. In addition to this road, there were four other similar floating stone roads connecting to the platform.

She kept moving forward without changing her pace.

On both sides of the road was an abyss filled with piles of bones and a deadly atmosphere.

Some of the skeletons were wearing gorgeous golden armor and standing with their heads held high. There was a broken gray chain beside them, and the two ends of the chain were connected to the platform and the buckles under the feet of the skeletons respectively.

Both of their hands are holding a long sword inserted into a lock in front of them, and one can vaguely see that the sword guard is a pair of folded wings.

Moreover, these skeletons were not like ordinary people. Even without faces, one could see that their bones were beautiful, and their backs seemed to have a pair of illusory wings. They stood in a regular pattern, one every three meters, surrounding the central platform, as if guarding the things inside.

The reason why you can see the environment here clearly is because there is an altar emitting a cold light on the central platform.

Stepping onto the platform, Bibi Dong closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the dead silence that permeated the surroundings. Her originally elegant face became evil and charming, and she smiled as if she was enjoying it.

She smiled eerily and walked into the altar.

The huge grey chains were shattered to the ground. Bibi Dong waved her hand casually, and all of them were blown away by her soul power and fell into the abyss, smashing some of the almost weathered bones.

In the center of the altar was a stone tablet that was five meters high, three meters wide and ten meters thick, with a chain hanging on it that was emitting a faint golden glow.

This is where the Rakshasa heritage exists.

According to the remnant of Rakshasa God, the reason why the chain was not removed was to prevent the angel God above from knowing that he had escaped.

Bibi Dong took two steps forward and gently stroked the special patterns engraved on the stone tablet.

There was no other emotion in those eyes that were completely stained with black except murderous intent.

From now on, she will no longer refuse the other party.

Since he is completely isolated, he will have no worries when he takes action after becoming a god in the future.

Everyone is an enemy. Accept His idea, slaughter, destroy the entire continent, and rebuild the world according to your own ideas. This is a good ideal.

Accepting the evil thoughts surging in her head, she sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet, facing the Rakshasa inheritance tablet.

The black aura no longer emanated from it, but instead turned into purple Rakshasa power.

Feeling the shackles that sealed her cultivation within her body being broken, a look of relief appeared on her face.
At the same time, worship the temple.

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, his eyes were cold, and that disgusting breath came again.

He glanced at the people around him who were immersed in cultivation, pulled Feng Xuan and left here, heading towards the Hall of Faith.

"Old man, what are you doing?"

Qian Daoliu did not speak. He pressed Feng Xuan onto the prayer chair after they entered the Hall of Faith and said, "Did you feel an aura of inexplicable disgust when you went to the Hall of Suppressing Evil last time?"

Feng Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what the other party meant by asking this, but he still thought about it for a while and then shook his head.

"No, there is nothing special about that place except that there is a lot of resentment."

"It's not there?" He lowered his head and sighed.

He had been to the Palace of Suppressing Evil many times, but had never found the possible place of suppression.

The God Ancestor was unwilling to tell him where he was in the Holy Mountain.

It seems that even if this child is special enough, it will be impossible to find him in a short period of time.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Feng Xuan became a little impatient.

"Don't be a riddle teller, old man, just tell me what you're looking for!"

Qian Daoliu hesitated for a moment and explained, "My god killed an evil god, and his remaining soul and inheritance place were sealed under the Holy Mountain. But even if my divine sense keeps scanning, I don't know where it is."

Hearing this, Feng Xuan couldn't help but click his tongue, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands helplessly, "Then what's the point of you looking for me? There's nothing I can do."

Even if he could find it, what could he do? That was the inheritance place of Rakshasa God. With his current cultivation level, his consciousness would probably be directly affected. Even if he had mental resistance, the priority of divine power determined that he had no resistance at all.

(End of this chapter)