Douluo's body Douluo

"Why?"

Qian Daoliu was not angry, but admired Meng Ye's courage and unique temperament.

He could see that Meng Ye's mind was beyond ordinary people's, and he could see that despite his identity and strength, he could still maintain such composure. This courage alone was rare in this world.

"The disciple already has a disciple." Meng Ye's eyes did not waver as he explained: "Besides, the Great Enlightenment does not sincerely accept me as a disciple. Even if I worship you as a disciple, it is probably not the result that the Great Enlightenment wants to see."

"Haha, how do you know that I don't really accept you as my disciple?" Qian Daoliu showed a kind smile on his face.

“Because of what lies behind the great offering.”

Qian Daoliu paused for a moment, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Do you know what is behind me?" he continued to ask, but at the same time, his heart was filled with thoughts. What kind of monster is this kid!

"Seraphs, the God of Light, the God of Angels, are also... the foundation of the Spirit Hall."

In one sentence, Meng Ye revealed the foundation of Wuhun Palace's ten thousand-year inheritance, and at the same time revealed Qiandaoliu's beliefs.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu really had the idea of ​​accepting Meng Ye as his disciple, instead of using this as a tie to tie him to Wuhun Hall, which would be the worst strategy.

Today's worshipers, especially Golden Crocodile Douluo, are not only the pillars of the Wuhun Palace, but also the protectors of the Seraph Angels' Wuhun!

They are one of the guarantees to ensure the immortality of the inheritance of the Seraphs, just like the Seven Holy Pillars of Poseidon, guarding the inheritance of the gods.

Qian Daoliu valued Meng Ye's talent, so he wanted to train him to be one of the priests instead of the pope.

"Alas..." He glanced at Meng Ye with some confusion, Qian Daoliu sighed, and continued: "You should understand that it is difficult for you to be the Pope, and as for me, the position of great worshiper... you or Can be substituted temporarily.”

Since Meng Ye has this wisdom, he can naturally see clearly, so Qian Daoliu did not waste his words and explain too much.

Instead, he chose to tell Meng Ye the truth directly. This is Meng Ye's current situation.

Bibi Dong must have reserved the position of pope for Hu Liena. Qian Daoliu can make him the second worshipper. If Qian Renxue becomes a god, then he will be the first worshipper!

After weighing the situation, it seems that Qiandaoliu's conditions are indeed more attractive, but it's a pity that Qiandaoliu has overlooked one point.

"The great minister is too worried. The disciple is not interested in the position of pope." Meng Ye smiled freely and said, "I don't dare to overstep the position of the great minister."

"Then how can I believe that you will be loyal to my Spirit Hall?" Qian Daoliu's face suddenly turned cold, and Meng Ye even clearly felt that the power of light around him had a chilling air.

He heard what Meng Ye meant, he had no desires and no demands. The biggest problem with this mentality was that it was difficult to control.

The last thing a person in a high position wants to see is this kind of subordinate, who has potential and intelligence, but cannot control it.

Once such a person breeds ambition, it will be a disaster.

"When did the Grand Priest come up with the idea that all soul masters are loyal to Wuhun Palace?" Meng Ye asked in surprise.

Just these words made Qian Daoliu's murderous intention dissipate instantly, and there was even a hint of understanding in his eyes.

In the final analysis, the Wuhun Palace is just a huge interest group. It seems to have huge soul master resources, but what is a soul master?

Having a noble status above ordinary people is the most noble profession. The four words "the weak and the strong" are engraved in the bones!

That so-called belief is pure nonsense. Ordinary people have experienced too much suffering and are unable to change themselves, so they have no choice but to believe in the existence of gods. The ultimate goal of a soul master is to become a god.

"You are right, strength is the key."

Qian Daoliu regained his composure, then looked at Meng Ye and continued: "That's all, I won't force you, but you need to make an oath today."

"No matter whether you become the Pope or not in the future, you must not be an enemy of the Douluo Palace, let alone my granddaughter. How about that?"

oath?

To be honest, it's just a sentence, and its actual effect is probably not as good as a fart, but Meng Ye is still very resistant to this kind of thing.

He frowned and wanted to say something, but the next moment, a terrifying pressure completely enveloped Meng Ye. Not only was his body unable to move for an instant, but even the energy, blood and soul power in his body were almost solidified.

boom!

Click!Ka Ka Ka!

The pain of suffocation hit, bloodshot eyes appeared in Meng Ye's eyes, his body sank slightly, and veins popped up all over his body, turning red!

Qian Daoliu's face was neither sad nor happy at the moment, but the terrifying pressure was really coming out, and he didn't even release his martial spirit.

In front of the inheritance of this angel god, he has the power of a demigod!

Click!

laugh!

Meng Ye's body suddenly exploded with a blood-colored air wave. Although he still couldn't break away from the terrifying pressure, he slowly stood up straight, raised his head, and looked at Qian Daoliu with a ferocious face.

"I dare to ask the great worshiper, how old and cultivated is the young master now?"

"24, Seraph Martial Spirit, with innate soul power of level 40, has reached the realm of Soul Emperor. It is expected to break through the title realm before the age of [-] and get a glimpse of the divine realm!"

Although Qian Daoliu was surprised that Meng Ye could speak in his own field, he also told Qian Renxue's talent in great detail.

Naturally, he wanted to suppress Meng Ye in order to make him realize the reality. Unfortunately, he miscalculated again.

"Hehehehe..." A strong metallic taste emanated from his mouth, but Meng Ye looked at Qiandaoliu with a ferocious smile and continued: "No talent, this disciple is going to be 13 this year, a 49th-level soul sect, an original martial soul, an innate With full soul power, he is expected to break through to the peerless Douluo realm before the age of 30."

"Huh!?" Qian Daoliu's whole body's aura disappeared, and the pupils in Gujing Wubo's eyes shrank, and he said in shock: "What did you say!?"

"puff!"

Already under pressure that almost exceeded the limit, Qian Daoliu suddenly withdrew. Meng Ye spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered a few steps and almost fell to his knees.

The bright red blood stained the ground of this sacred temple, making it no longer so sacred and noble.

"Hahahahaha..."

Arrogant and wanton laughter resounded in this sacred area. This scene was probably something Qian Daoliu never thought would happen in front of him.

After laughing, Meng Ye's aura did not weaken due to his injuries, but his energy and spirit condensed like never before due to his emotional fluctuations.

Noisy!

A slightly dim barrier loomed around Meng Ye's body, with a weak electric arc.

Although it seems insignificant, it temporarily isolates this sacred realm belonging to angels.

This scene made Qian Daoliu frown slightly.

"It seems that the great priest is surprised?" Meng Ye stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his hair moved automatically without wind, adding a bit of wild and domineering atmosphere, and said: "Actually, I should be surprised, Haotian Sect, Tang Hao, the previous generation of Haotian Douluo, entered the realm of Titled Douluo at the age of 44, which shocked the whole world."

"But you must have heard of another person, right?"

Qian Daoliu did not speak, but listened to Meng Ye's words calmly, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.

"In the Tang Dynasty, although there are not many records, coupled with the ignorance of the world, they have ignored the Haotian Douluo who single-handedly created the Haotian Sect's status as the number one sect in the world."

"I wonder if the great minister thinks that these two 'Haotian Douluo' can be compared?"

"Hmph! How ridiculous." Qian Daoliu waved his hand, his eyes full of disdain.

Tang Chen defeated him back then, and it was a head-on fight, and he was defeated without any dispute. So after so many years, even though he knew where the Haotian Sect was, he still kept his promise of defeat.

You are not allowed to set foot on the mountain range where Haotian Sect is located.

Even though his own son was seriously injured by Tang Chen's descendants, which indirectly led to his death, he endured it.

As for Tang Hao, who had just broken through the title Douluo, and escaped from Qian Daoliu, that was not a rumor, it was just a joke...

"The Great Priest still thinks that the 40-year-old Titled Douluo can break through that hundred-level natural chasm?"

Meng Ye had a smile on his face, not a mockery, but it was extremely dazzling in Qian Daoliu's eyes at the moment.

The Seraph Martial Spirit, which he was so proud of and regarded as his faith, now seemed to be worthless in comparison. However, this was still a fact. How could he accept it! ?