Douluo's Black Tower

Chapter 109 109. An Unexpected Harvest

Amidst the huge explosion, there were all broken walls and ruins, and mourning was everywhere. Both soul masters and ordinary people fell into a state of temporary deafness and blindness.

Even though Zhou Ting was prepared, he was still in a daze for a moment.When he came to his senses, he saw that there was no one standing near the emperor's palace.

After a mental scan, the expected titled Douluo did not appear at all.

Looking at Xue Qinghe, Zhou Ting's expression changed.

"How did you become a man?"

Things have changed, and today’s goal may not be accomplished!
Continue or leave?

Zhou Ting only hesitated for a moment before teleporting to the collapsed palace and lifting the stunned Xue Qinghe away without any difficulty.

Soon, Zhou Ting found an empty palace and threw Xue Qinghe to the ground without mercy.

At the same time, the powerful mental power still blocked the soul power in his body, preventing him from using it.

An ordinary public face appeared in front of Zhou Ting. This was a strange man he didn't recognize.

Zhou Ting's face was ashen, he... miscalculated.

A ladle of ice water was poured down, and Fuxue Qinghe immediately opened his eyes tremblingly.

"who are you?"

At this time, Xue Qinghe no longer had any noble temperament in his body. He was soaked and in a miserable state.

Zhou Ting was wearing a hood and a mask on his face, so Xue Qinghe couldn't see his face at all.

"I should ask you this, you are not Xue Qinghe!"

Xue Qinghe's body was shaken, but his expression did not change at all.

"Hmph, the thief is bold enough to break into the palace without permission and kidnap me. He is not afraid of me, who is as strong as the clouds in the sky..."

"That's enough! You faker! Look at your own hair!"

Fake Xue Qinghe grabbed a strand of long hair... black!His whole body was shaken.

Zhou Ting didn't have the patience to listen to his nonsense and went straight to the point.

"Tell me, where is Qian Renxue?"

Fake Xue Qinghe's eyes widened, but he quickly adjusted and said angrily.

"I do not understand what you are saying!"

"Hmph, you should ask Qian Renxue who she is!"

Fake Xue Qinghe was stunned, and realized that saying too much would be a mistake, and made up his mind not to speak again.

Seeing the fake Xue Qinghe who was determined not to cooperate, Zhou Ting had a headache.

If Qian Renxue was here, Zhou Ting would be sure to let her speak.

But now, it's hard to deal with a man pretending to be Xue Qinghe!

After all, even if he opens his mouth, the most likely possibility is...I don't know!

Zhou Ting slowly raised his palm, his soul power concentrated in his palm. At this moment, his palm was as thick as a mountain, like a mountain falling inch by inch.

Getting closer!

"He's going to kill me!"

This is Fake Xue Qinghe's only thought, and this thought is getting heavier and heavier!

Seeing death gradually approaching, Fake Xue Qinghe's eyes were about to burst, his whole body was dripping with sweat, and he weakly crawled back using his elbows as hands.

He wanted to shout loudly for help, but the aura of the hijacker made him choke and unable to speak loudly.

The mountain gradually pressed down and was about to fall to the top of its head. In the face of death, Fake Xue Qinghe's face turned pale and his whole body trembled.

"Stop, don't kill me, Qian Renxue has been sent back to Wuhun City!"

The sound was not loud and could not be heard.

Once there is one, there will be two, and then there will be countless times. Anyway, just ask!

Zhou Ting pulled a chair and sat down, looking down at the frightened man in front of him.

"who are you?"

"Wan Xiang, my name is Wan Xiang!" "Identity!"

Next, Wan Xiang was extremely cooperative and told everything he knew about Zhou Ting's problems.

As for whether there is anything left to say...

A soaked carpet should prove it.

Zhou Ting was disgusted and directly blocked the smell with his soul power. At the same time... he was very disappointed.

According to Wan Xiang, he is just an ordinary soul master in the Wuhun Palace. He is not very strong, but the Wuhun is extremely special and is a mask.

In addition, he was trained in a targeted manner, and the four soul rings obtained were all from soul beasts with the ability to disguise, stand in, disguise, etc., so he was extremely good at transformation.

Starting half a year ago, his boss had arranged for him to be next to Xue Qinghe in the Tiandou Palace, and ordered him to learn every word, deed, and move of Xue Qinghe, and eventually replace him.

Due to the miraculous soul skills and superb skills, no one noticed any abnormalities.

As for more things, he didn't know.

There was too little useful information, but there was only one piece of information that caught Zhou Ting's attention.

Qian Renxue's soul bone was taken away by force!
That was his only granddaughter, how could Qian Daoliu give it up?
However, this issue is not important, and Zhou Ting does not want to continue exploring it.

The real point is that Zhou Ting understood something.

Although the goal of his operation was not completed and the goal was not achieved, he had an unexpected gain: Qian Daoliu wanted to become a god himself!

As the high priest of the God of Angels, Qian Daoliu's cultivation level is limited to level 99.

But now, the gods are extinct, which means that he has no restrictions.

At level 99, even without the help of angel gods, as long as he can absorb the entire set of ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine-year-old angel gods, he has great hope of becoming a god at level 99!

Must stop him!
Otherwise, the hope of revenge becomes even slimmer.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ting lowered his head, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Don't kill me, I'm still useful..."

"Ha ha…"

Looking at Wan Xiang who suddenly begged for mercy, Zhou Ting smiled unconsciously, as if the spring breeze turned into rain.

Not only did Wan Xiang not laugh, the expression on his face became even more frightening, as if he had seen a 10-year-old soul beast!
Zhou Ting patted his head gently, with a look of regret on his face.

"Oh, I really don't have the eyesight to not laugh along with you!"

Turning around indifferently, a white light flashed, and Zhou Ting was no longer in the empty palace.

"Squeak..."

"Ah, Your Majesty..."

"Come quickly, His Majesty is dead!"

There was thunder on the ground, and the entire palace exploded into chaos. The sky above was slightly red, like the color of blood.

That night, the Tiandou Imperial Palace was attacked by the Star Luo Empire, resulting in numerous casualties and the emperor's palace was destroyed. Fortunately, Emperor Qinghe was not in the palace, so he survived.

The next morning, Xue Qinghe personally denounced the Star Luo Empire at the court meeting.

When he heard the news, Zhou Ting was eating breakfast, and the white porridge in his mouth almost spurted out!
The same goes for Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

The three of them returned to the hotel in the early morning and were already angry with each other.

Wan Xiang had already been killed by Zhou Ting, why did another one appear!
The three of them winked at each other and returned to the room together.

"what happened?"

Zhou Ting was absolutely sure that he really killed the fake Xue Qinghe, so...

"Martial Soul Hall is indeed the number one force in the mainland. There are endless methods... I don't know if it's mind control, hypnosis, or other substitutes..."

Zhou Ting felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart. He thought that if Xue Qinghe died and there was no successor, the Tiandou Empire would fall into chaos.

Qian Daoliu will not be able to completely control the Tiandou Empire, and his plan will inevitably be hindered.

"It's a pity... I still underestimated the Wuhun Palace after all!"

(End of this chapter)