Douluo: A wife is given at the beginning, and the wife is actually Yin

Chapter 42: The Spirit Hall is furious! This person has already decided to die!

After being immersed in it, someone suddenly sighed.

"What do you think? Could it be that the father and son are at odds with each other?!"

'...'

Such a voice immediately attracted ridicule.

“Since father and son have turned against each other, why would Qian Daoliu pass on the position of Pope to Qian Xunji?
This is a waste of time.”

Tang Xiao rejected this unrealistic conjecture in accordance with the current situation, with a slight sneer on his face.

"Moreover, the six-winged angel martial spirit is passed down from one lineage to another, and it is the only one in the world.

Why would Qian Daoliu hunt down the only son who inherited his martial spirit? ! "

'...'

What Tang Xiao said made sense, but everyone's speculation was still brewing.

If the other party breaks with the Spirit Hall, the Haotian Sect hopes to win them over as an ally.

But if they have a grudge against the three sects above, that is another matter...

However, there are still people racking their brains to think about who has the Titled Douluo who is not afraid of the Spirit Hall and has extraordinary combat power.

For a moment, there was no candidate in my mind.

Although the Douluo Continent is vast, it is normal for some ruthless people to appear.

But there are very few people who meet this nature.

"What do you think? Could it be that Grandfather is not dead?!"

Tang Hao seemed to be able to sense the connection of blood inheritance. His grandfather should not disappear inexplicably.

Of course, this is just a suspicious direction, nothing more.

At this point, the mystery has been solved, and it seems that there is another soul master who hunted Ghost Douluo.

Tang Yuehua stopped arguing with the others, but calmly sat back in her seat and looked into the distance, "Could it be him?!"

It seems that, from a mysterious perspective, no one is more suitable as a suspect than Mr. Jiang.

'...'

Hearing this, Tang Xiao shook his head and said firmly, "Yuehua, I know who you are suspicious of. But I can only say that you are wrong.

We have fought with His Majesty before, although His Majesty's power is equally powerful.

However, compared with the real top-level Titled Douluo, there is still a big gap."

'...'

"Yes, Your Majesty, most of your attacks are still based on your domain abilities. You can't do something as terrifying as blowing up a mountain with one punch."

Tang Hao rubbed his unshaven chin and said so.

Tang Yuehua's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, as if she was a little disappointed, "That's right.

According to Mr. Jiang's character, he would not have enough time to kill the elders of the Spirit Hall and hide.

Why would he keep chasing after me? This is not like his style."

"And there's no reason to do that."

'...'

However, at this moment.

Wuhun Temple.

To some extent, the Spirit Hall is a symbol of an autonomous region.

Here, scale cannot be used to describe it, because the entire prosperous city inlaid with angel wings is the Spirit Hall.

The Spirit Hall City is the most prosperous city in the two empires. Deep in the core, stands a terrifying and huge white fortress.

Like an overwhelming celestial master, it sits at the center of the world, the core of Douluo Continent.

The core of the Spirit Hall.

Today the Pope's seat is still empty, and Qianxunji is silent.

Several Spirit Hall elders slowly walked out from the Spirit Hall's transmission link, wearing white robes of believers and with pious looks on their faces, like a group of holy believers who ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

The aura of these people all belong to Titled Douluo who can shatter the void and soar into the air.

"Should we report this to those priests?!"

"In my opinion, there is no need to alarm the priests about this matter, right?"

'...'

"Humph, hunting down Ghost Douluo, destroying the Elephant Armor Sect, and chasing the Pope around the world.

What does it mean?
A blatant provocation...!"

'...'

The cold voices among the elders filled the entire empty hall, colliding with the air and echoing.

Come on, charge!

(End of this chapter)