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    Soul power surged out of Fu Lang's body. The ninth spirit ring rose slowly.

    Fu Lang's ninth soul ring was orange-gold. His whole body was rendered golden by the light from the soul ring. The spirit sword in his hand was also rendered golden. A sacred breath permeated the air. Looking from a distance, it looks like a golden sun rising from the Holy Soul Mountain of Wuhun City.

    The sky centered on Fu Lang, including most of the plants and trees in Wuhun City, all of them were still under the influence of the terrifying energy in the sky.

    On the other side, the ninth spirit ring under Qianxun Ji's feet also floated up. Behind Chihiro Ji, the golden light condensed a huge virtual image of an angel exactly like Chihiro Ji.

    Fu Lang used his hole cards, and Qian Xunji had to use his hole cards.

    Chihiro Ji resented the second priest in his heart. If it weren't for the reminder from the second priest, Chihiro Ji might have succeeded. Qian Xunji may have exhausted Fu Lang by relying on his advantage in soul power.

    Now there is no way.

    Fu Lang's orange-gold soul ring exuded an aura that was more terrifying than a hundred thousand-year-old soul ring. Chihiro Ji had to use the strongest ninth soul skill.

    "Ninth soul skill Angel virtual image!"

    Chihiro Ji raised his hands high. Countless golden lights condensed towards the top of his head. Gradually it condensed into a golden giant sword that was hundreds of meters long.

    In the air dozens of meters away opposite Qian Xunji, Fu Lang was holding a spiritual sword. The spirit sword glowed brightly, and the rippling breath vibrated the space, creating a sense of distortion.

    Bibi Dong looked up at the sky and prayed secretly in his heart: "Fu Lang, you must win!"

    At this time, whether it was Qian Xunji or Fu Lang, the next move would definitely make them decide the winner.

    The movement here alarmed the ruling elder Qian Daoliu.

    Qian Daoliu appeared as the second worshiper and asked: "Second worshipper, why are they fighting against each other?"

    The second worshiper sneered and did not give Qian Daoliu any face. He scolded Qian Daoliu in a cold voice: "Why are they fighting against each other... When the battle is over, you go ask your own son. What good things did he do?" Qian

    Dao Liu was startled. His seniority is not as high as that of Ershi. The second worshiper is his elder.

    Qian Daoliu usually gives face to Erchang. Ershi would usually give Qiandao some face. In their time together, there is almost no such cold talk as today.

    Qian Daoliu was also wondering why the holy son Fu Lang shot Pope Chihiro so quickly. Looking at the fighting methods of Fu Lang and Qian Xunji, they didn't seem to be fighting each other, but more like fighting for life and death.

    Here comes the problem.

    What kind of hatred is it that makes two honorable people in Wuhundian fight to the death?

    In the sky, Chihiro Ji waved the golden lightsaber in his hand, swung the sword and slashed at Fu Lang.

    "With one sword, break the sky and move the universe."

    "The Ninth Soul Skill: Sword Moves the Universe!"

    Fu Lang swung his sword and slashed. There is nothing fancy about the moves. The sword light flashed, breaking through the void, forming a black crack. Leaving a black tail mark, a sword slashed at the falling golden angel sword.

    "Boom!"

    The sky buzzed and the earth shook.

    The turbulent energy blew the people on the ground almost unable to stand on their feet. The light emitted by the soul skill is really too dazzling. People can only see a ray of sword light piercing the void, cutting the golden angel sword in half. Even the gigantic avatar of the angel was neatly cut away from the shoulders to the waist.

    The light has not yet disappeared, and the sound of fists continues to be heard from the sky.

    Only Douluo at the peak level can clearly see what is happening in the sky. Fu Lang hit Qian Xun Ji severely with his sword, and used the soft rabbit soul bone, beckoning Qian Xun Ji with all his fists and feet.

    Qian Daoliu couldn't sit still, and calmly shouted: "Stop!"

    With a sweep of Fu Lang's leg, he kicked Qian Xunji from the high sky to the ground.

    What a coincidence.

    Chihiro Ji landed ten meters in front of Qian Daoliu.

    Qian Daoliu couldn't help but think about this. Is this a demonstration?

    While Qian Daoliu was in a daze, Fu Lang had already come to Bibi Dong's side.

    Qian Daoliu looked at Fu Lang, and asked again, "Second Priest, tell me, what's going on?"

    His son was beaten, and Qian Daoliu's face was dull.

    Qian Daoliu was asking for an explanation from the second worshiper. Fu Lang is not only the holy son, Fu Lang is also the apprentice of the second enshrined Golden Crocodile Douluo. Qian Daoliu was trying to save face for the second priest, and he was trying his best to contain the anger in his heart, allowing him to deal with the problem rationally.

    Although the Pope of Wuhundian is a puppet, he is also the face of Wuhundian. The Pope will definitely fight, but what will be lost is the pressure of Wuhun Palace. Even if the attacker is the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace.

    The second worshipper moved his lips. The sound is compressed into thin lines. No sound was made. The revelation reached Qian Daoliu's ears clearly.

    Qian Daoliu listened to Er Zongfeng's words. In a daze. His facial expression was one of astonishment for the first time.

    Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong, and then at his unconscious son Qianxunji. His facial expression returned to calmness, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings. His son, the Pope of Wuhun Palace, actually wanted to forcefully promote and humiliate his son's student Bibi Dong!

    Qian Daoliu waved his hand, and someone understood and stepped forward to carry Qian Xunji away.

    In a room, Qian Xunji woke up from the pain.

    Qian Xunji raised his head, the pain in his body making him tremble. His eyes saw Qian Daoliu in the room.

    Qian Daoliu turned his back to the bed and stood next to the window, looking out at the scenery.

    Qian Xunji thought of what he had experienced. Bar chirp, chirp. The lips moved but no sound came out. After immersing himself in it for a long time, he spit out two words, "Dad!"

    Qian Daoliu did not turn around, but turned his back to Chihiro Ji who was lying on the bed, "The reason."

    Qian Daoliu knew that Qian Xunji was the Pope of the Wuhun Temple, and wanted to He could get any woman he wanted. If his son Qian Xunji was really a lecher, it would be impossible for him to be almost fifty years old and not even have an heir.

    Bibi Dong is very beautiful. And Qian Xunji is not a womanizer. Therefore, Qian Daoliu can be sure that his son Qianxun Bibi Dong must have a reason for doing this.

    Qian Xunji is in his forties and has experienced a lot. Qian Xunji felt that Qian Daoliu was a little disappointed in him.

    Qian Daoliu didn't beat or scold Qian Xunji, he just wanted a reason. He wants to know why his son Qian Xunji wants to secretly hide Bibi Dong!

    Qianxunji said: "I am doing it for the Wuhun Palace!"

    "Is the Secret Chamber Saint doing it for the Wuhun Palace?" Qian Daoliu disagreed with Qianxunji's reasons.

    Qian Xunji explained: "Dong'er has twin martial souls. He is born with a full tenth level of soul power. The level of parental talent must determine the level of the child's talent. I want Qianjia to give birth to a child with perfect talent! Take a bigger step forward!"

    Qian Daoliu's tone was calm. Slowly turned around and told Qian Xunji a message, "Do you know that because of your behavior, your Pope has been deposed by the Presbyterian Church. Fu Lang will become the new Pope!"