I of Douluo came with a nuclear explosion

Chapter 190 Father and Son

A ray of light, it across the sky, from the deepest and farthest place.

Above the night sky, Qian Xun looked at the lacquer-filled starry sky, and the sadness in his heart once again showed uncontrollably.

"Senior Xidao, please rest assured, this world will still be so beautiful, forever!"

Above the clouds and mist, the Milky Way stars are shining brightly, as if they are shining with the lights of the world under the clouds.

……

Wuhun City.

Rending, the last hour of the day and night, or the more well-known name-Haishi.

However, at this time, Wuhun City was still brightly lit.

The market in the east of the city was still full of people.

Among them, thousands of vendors come from 120 states and counties across the mainland, all of which are full of local customs and customs:
There are roasted leg of lamb and roasted whole lamb with honey sauce from the northwest of the mainland, cold chicken with sliced ​​lung and chilli in the middle of the valley, mint cake, thousand-layer oil cake and mung bean cake that people in the southern regions love, as well as eight-treasure schoolbag fish, pipa shrimp and purse shark fin from the East China Sea...

Douluo Continent, in terms of its regional differences, is no worse than the original world, because of the existence of soul power and soul beasts, the richness and diversity of creatures on it are extremely rich.

Let me just ask, if a hundred Chinese diners traveled across to the Douluo Continent——the core area of ​​Star Dou, which even the titled Douluo dare not easily step into, would be their paradise.

In the eyes of crazy Chinese diners, the higher the age of a soul beast, the higher its meat quality and nutrition!

The darker the color of the soul ring, the more nourishing the soul beast it sucks!
Of course, if this is the case, then they will be properly treated as evil soul masters.

Qian Xun was wearing a blue shirt and a single robe, and he was wearing high boots embroidered with flowing clouds, but the long wooden sword was missing from his back.

He looked curiously at the vendors on the street from all corners of the country, and the dazzling array of items placed on each stall.

Everything seemed to be back to the beginning, it was still the night of falling snow and winter, but the appearance of the house had not changed.

It's just that the red three-zhang gate has faded a little, and the stone lions on both sides are still mighty, but the backs of their round heads have been polished to shine.

"I didn't expect that one day, I would come back."

Qian Xun's eyes were a little dazed, but his blank gaze followed the right hand and brushed the ebony plaque on his head with a width of one foot——

Qianfu!

This mainland's veritable No. [-] family, but the mansion is set up in a corner of the downtown area in the east of the city, and there is no additional guard on weekdays.

Because, no one lives in this vast mansion.

The wind and snow outside the door and the bustling are still there, but the dead trees and weeds are overgrown inside the mansion.

Squeak - squeak.

With the sound of memory that traveled through time and space, Qian Xun slowly pushed open the dusty wooden door with both hands. There were some frost on his temples, and there were a few gleams in the corners of his eyes, faintly, just like the autumn water and stars in the sky.

Half a year ago, when he left Wuhun City, he still had vigorous black hair, but now it has some silver strands. Venerable Feng has finally returned to the appearance that a middle-aged man in his 40s should have.

"The jujube tree is gone."

Qian Xun seemed to be looking for something, his eyes fell on a dead tree that was broken in half.
Around the tree, thick black carbon ash was piled up—all the surrounding blue bricks also spread a lifeless gray color, mixed with some evil aura of being burned and carbonized.

"Hey, the wooden dummy is still standing there."

Looking along the line of sight, a wooden dummy, half a man tall and short, covered with sword marks and stab marks, is far away from the edge of the courtyard wall.

Most of the courtyard wall has already collapsed, but the dark blue gecko vines have filled some holes, but in winter, no matter how tenacious their vitality is, they are all withered and piled up into groups of fluffy and crisp withered grass.

Passing through a messy compound, Qian Xun came to a hall with a decent shape.

This is also where guests are received.

Back then, when the Thousand Families were at their peak, the suzerains of the last three sects all gathered here.

The papal decree at that time, the six patterns on it——

One hammer, one sword, one crown, one tower, one dragon, one earth fairy!

Each pattern represents the pinnacle of force in their respective fields at that time.

It's a pity that now, the Pope's decree made in Bibi Dong's era has replaced the pagoda and earth immortal with chrysanthemum and humanoid patterns, and all the other ones have been taken back. Now, apart from Sword Douluo Chen Xin, the only one that holds the Pope's decree is the one that Bibidong bestowed on Kunlan.

After going round and round, Qian Xun finally came to this quiet and light courtyard.

It seems that none of the carbon ash that permeated the entire Qianfu had been able to fall into this small courtyard.

In the center of more than ten square meters, a sycamore tree still stands here, and the fiery and bright atmosphere permeates from the dense and tall trunk.

"You came."

Under the moonlight, a slightly interested but tired voice came slowly.

Under the mixed shadow and moonlight, a burly and tall figure came out of the hut in the courtyard.

There was not a single wrinkle or speck of dust in the platinum robe, and the old man's long hair was half platinum, but he combed it elegantly into a side parted back, which made him more mature and wise from the years.

In comparison, Qian Xun, whose long hair hangs down but is not trimmed, looks even more twilight and old-fashioned.

"You look like a dog, but you look handsome."

Qian Xun pouted, from the moment he stepped into Wuhun City, he already knew Qian Daoliu was waiting for him here.

After hearing Qian Xun's curse, Qian Daoliu was not angry.

He tried to smile softly, but found that no matter what he did, he couldn't express his emotions properly.

"Don't laugh, you haven't laughed much since you were a child."

While Qian Xun was talking, he actually laughed:
"Yeah, since we were young, we haven't met a few times, so where did the laughter come from?"

Afterwards, Qian Xun waved his hand, signaling that Qian Daoliu's body blocked him from entering the room, and asked him to move away.

This is a room that is neither too big nor too small.

A pair of pear wood double-opening wardrobes, a two-meter-long wooden bed, and a wooden table with an inkstone pen holder on the left and a stack of rice paper on the right.

The bedding on the wooden bed is stacked squarely, and the handwriting on the rice paper pressed under the pebbles of the wooden table seems to have not dried up.

On the cold night of the first year, the image of the boy angrily writing with a pen is still vivid in his memory.

As if, everything was not long ago.

"In the past few years, I've been coming here for a little while every month. This mansion is really too big, and no one lives here. I don't bother to ask people to clean it up again, let alone do it myself."

"It's your room. I will clean it for you from time to time."

Qian Daoliu followed him into this plain room again, his voice was full of nostalgia and melancholy, as well as some guilt.

"Come on, old guy, play the emotional card with me? I don't like this."

Qian Xun glanced back at Qian Daoliu, but the little finger in his sleeve moved slightly unconsciously.

"Back then, I asked you to release it while I wasn't paying attention. Of course, I couldn't beat you at that time. Why, you were rescued, but your dear heir to the Qian family?"

Qian Xun looked straight at Qian Daoliu, the latter's body was no longer tall at this moment, after all, he was a little hunched.

"The jujube tree in the courtyard was carbonized in an instant. With such a high temperature, apart from my apprentice, there are only Qianjia's seraphs."

"Those two scarlet spots are really a pity."

Qian Daoliu didn't say a word. In order to destroy the demon that crawled out of hell, Spirit Hall dispatched eight priests, including Qian Daoliu, a level 99 Limit Douluo.

However, the golden crocodile, which claims to have the highest bite force in the mainland, only left faint tooth marks on the opponent's body, and its real golden crocodile was almost bombarded by the opponent's three punches.

The two brothers Yu Wenxuan's Azure Dragon Avatar and Coiling Dragon Cudgel used their body skills and skills to hold back the rampaging demon. The opponent's power had completely surpassed the shackles of the world. This is a divine descendant from the abyss!

As a last resort, the two priests of the 95th-level Super Douluo desperately blew away the demon, and the golden crocodile gritted its teeth and burned its soul power to display its strongest power—a [-]-ton bite, severely injuring the opponent's body.

In the end, Qian Daoliu sacrificed his last ring—the angel descended, and the holy sword burning with sulfurous flames fell the final judgment.

"Even if my elder brother becomes a demon, you will be reluctant to kill him in the end."

Qian Xun's voice could not hear the slightest sadness, but was full of freedom and ease.

Some people have experienced too much sorrow and seen too much pain, and their past has already been integrated into all living beings along with the way of swordsmanship.

All beings are sad, others are sad, all beings are angry, others are angry, all beings are suffering, others are suffering, those who have obtained the Dao of the sword, should be like this!
"The old man knows that these bloodstains and sins in his hands can't be cleaned up by me by sweeping the room."

Qian Daoliu said out loud.

"Okay, okay, there's nothing to say between you and me, and I'm not here to catch up with you this time."

Qian Xun pulled out the chair from under the wooden table and sat on it by himself.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu looked around the room, and finally sat against the edge of the bed.

At this moment, his back was straight, and he looked at Qian Xun with a piercing gaze, as if he was looking forward to what the other party would say next.

"I know that your Spirit Hall has worries, but my disciple will never be a threat to the mainland. On the contrary, the future of your Spirit Hall is the key to survival, and it depends on him."

"On this point, Master and I hold the same point of view."

Qian Xun said calmly.

"Master Fang?"

Qian Daoliu was a little surprised, he didn't expect that standing behind this "Sky Wrathman" was Fang Xingyu, an Earth Immortal.

If Qian Xun's strength is enough to make him jealous, then Fang Xingyu is like a bottomless spring. Under the vastness, Qian Daoliu feels that he is only small and humble.

"I don't know why the gods behind you are so scared and desperately want you to destroy him, but if all the decisions made by the gods are correct, then why did you betray your belief in the seraphim and sacrifice Chihiro Ji's body in the space behind the rift?"

Qian Xun said lightly.

At the beginning, the reason why Wuhundian wanted to find Kunlan to get rid of it was entirely because they received a decree from the God of Angels——

That is to clear away all outsiders who came with the "wrath of the sky", and the gods predicted the destruction that would follow.

Facing the unknown, even gods instinctively feel fear.

"At that time, when I heard that the golden crocodile was going to kill him, I thought he would not escape his fate no matter what. I didn't expect this kid to survive. Although there was a trick, I have to say that he is the most talented person I have ever seen." Qian Daolu sighed.

"My disciple's martial soul surpasses the existence of Seraphim. I am afraid that no one will have such a legendary martial soul in the future." When Qian Xun talked about Kunlan, his eyes suddenly lit up.

In this life, he has experienced many bright moments, becoming the leader of swordsmanship, and stepping on the pinnacle of the world, but none of these can compare to the moment when he witnessed Kunlan achieve the sword intent of "Zhi Ge"—it can be said to be the greatest pride of Qian Xun's life!

"Oh? Then how much soul power is he now?"

Seeing Qian Xun's brightened expression, Qian Daoliu became interested in Kunlan, and most importantly, he was able to continue chatting with Qian Xun.

"Should be the King of Souls."

Qian Xun sensed it from the "Fengyun Sword" from afar, and he could only get a general idea.

"The soul king can explode with strength comparable to that of a titled Douluo. This is something that has never happened before."

While speaking, Qian Daoliu's hands rippled in space.

At the same time, two jugs of fine wine and a large piece of sauced beef were missing from the counter of a shop in the bustling East City outside Qianfu, and then another piece of gold fell out of the table under the dumbfoundedness of the shopkeeper.

"Eat?"

Qian Daoliu smiled hoarsely at Qian Xun, who took the wine jar unceremoniously, and took off the lid neatly.

Qian Xun heard it, smiled with satisfaction and said:
"Red sorghum, some years old."

Then he flicked his fingers a few times, and the sauced beef in Qian Daoliu's hand was cut into slices of moderate thickness, and then fell into the porcelain plate that Qian Xun took from the air.

"Old man, if you brought the wine and meat earlier, it would be easier for us to talk about it."

Qian Xun grabbed two slices of beef full of soy sauce and stuffed it into his mouth, and took a big mouthful of mellow red sorghum. Looking at Qian Daoliu, who ate quite elegantly, Qian Xun shook his head and smiled and said:

"I think you should drink more Changchun Fajiu. With the skill of the court bartender of Wuhun Palace, it shouldn't be difficult to make it out. You have old bones, so you should replenish your body."

The Changchun Fajiu that Qian Xun mentioned was something that Qian Xun tasted when he was visiting the Star Luo Empire. It is made of more than 30 traditional Chinese medicines that are cold-soaked in a secret way.

When Qian Xun was weak and sick, when he was learning swords from a teacher, the old sword master in the mountains didn't let him drink less.

After drinking for a long time, I will soak myself.

Qian Daoliu shook his head and said:

"My time is not long, and it is useless to make up again."

Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, Qian Xun burst out laughing, and she was already in tears for a while.

"Old man, if you want to say who died early, it's really hard to say. You, a limit Douluo full of energy and blood, are so rare that you squirm and sigh when you are mourning."

After hearing Qian Xun's words, Qian Daoliu fell into silence. After a few seconds, he sighed:
"Isn't it okay to leave all of this to the people above? This catastrophe is destined to inevitably take away a large number of ordinary lives. This is an unavoidable sacrifice, but the victory will belong to us after all."

"Moreover, with your strength and talent, you are enough to accept the inheritance of any god! Do you know that from ancient times to the present, so many heroes have stopped here? Tang Chen even lost his soul and didn't touch the shadow of a god, but now you only need to nod, and you will have eternal life and a wider world!"

In fact, after Qian Xun broke through that layer of shackles, the second-level gods such as Fengshen and Yunshen also descended into inheritance. They did not need to be tested, and they could become gods in one step, and the number of inherited gods was unlimited.

Even after that, even God Asura lowered his divine sense, promising that as long as Qian Xun passed his three-way assessment, he would be able to take over his position as the law enforcer of the God Realm.

However, Qian Xun rejected them one by one, just because of a condition in the God Realm, a condition he could not agree to.

(End of this chapter)