Douluo: Summon the eight demons at the beginning

Chapter 93 The Holy Maiden
Outside the main hall, Daolong stood there wearing a robe and holding a cane.

With just one glance, Qian Daoliu felt even more joyful. Dressing up like this made him feel that the other party was very mysterious and might really be able to save his granddaughter.

"You are the one who said you could wake up my granddaughter?"

He walked in and asked, looking at the other person carefully. This robe looked very weird, not like the clothes of this era, and he couldn't help but think about those demons.

Daolong raised his eyelids tattooed with shadow marks and said calmly: "That's right! I have a way to cure your granddaughter."

"How can I trust you?"

Qian Daoliu's eyes showed some suspicion.

"You also know the reason why the patient is bedridden. It is because of the effect of the sheep charm that the patient's soul is separated from the body, making it impossible to wake up. Now the only way to wake up the patient is to bring the soul back."

Daolong's words were full of confidence, which made Qian Daoliu even more satisfied.

"So you know how to recall Xiaoxue's soul?" His face was excited, and his eyes were full of expectation.

"It's a little thing."

"Great, then please call upon Xiaoxue's soul!"

Daolong turned a blind eye to Qiandaoliu's excitement and said calmly: "I can save your granddaughter, but I have requirements."

"After saving your granddaughter, you need to help me re-establish the religion and spread its followers."

"Jianjiao?" Qian Daoliu looked confused after hearing this.

He never expected that the other party would actually ask for this. Compared with this, he would rather exchange 10-year-old soul bones.

Wuhun Palace believes in the Angel God, and the entire Qian family has been a believer in the Angel God for generations. There is no way he could betray the Angel God.

"Can't you make another request?" Qian Daoliu asked sincerely.

At this moment, he is just a grandfather looking for help everywhere to cure his granddaughter.

Although his tone was very sincere and his attitude lowered, which made people feel pity, Daolong's face was still as calm as lake water, calm and unruffled.

Qian Daoliu sighed, a sharp look flashed in the corner of his eyes, and his eyes were vaguely ruthless.

In this case, we can only take action.

If he hadn't been worried that forceful action might lead to the other party's refusal to die, how could he have a good conversation with this weird old man?
Qian Daoliu's eyes turned cold, and the icy aura on his body spread to the surroundings, making people feel as if they were in a severe winter, frozen three feet high.

Daolong's heart was still, and he didn't notice this little trick at all, and tapped the magic wand lightly.

thump—

Layers of ripples spread from the ground, as if the cold winter ice instantly melted into clear lake water, setting off ripples on the lake surface.

Qian Daoliu's aura was discharged like running water, and he stood there like an ordinary old man, with an extremely shocked expression.

"How is it possible, who are you?"

The weird old man still had no expression on his face, and he said coldly: "Daolong!"

As soon as this name came out, Qian Daoliu was even more shocked.

"Daolong, the author of the Ancient Book? How is that possible? Aren't you already dead?
"

"Who said I was dead?"

"That was in ancient times. You created the divine power. You created gods, how could you still be alive?" Qian Daoliu swallowed in disbelief.

Daolong glanced at him disdainfully, showing his expression for the first time.

What an ignorant guy.

"Those false gods are not dead yet, why do you think I will die before them?" "I..."

Qian Daoliu's heart was lit up by the other party's words, and he suddenly understood.

Yes, since the gods are not dead yet, how could the creator of the gods die?
He kept murmuring in his heart, and at the same time, he exuded a special power of trust and integrated into the divine space of the Holy Lord.

The pale golden divine power fell into the divine power lake, and the divine power became a little stronger.

However, this mere amount of divine power is no longer worthy of the current Holy Master. He is now a rich man with a hundred thousand divine powers in his hands, and he is very wealthy.

As long as he can completely integrate the ancient world into the timeline of this universe and make it absolutely real, the amount of divine power he will gain will be massive!

When the Holy Master thought of this, he couldn't help but start looking forward to that day.

Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu looked at the other party's gloomy expression and couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart. If the other party really started preaching in the lower world, how could the angel god accept the power of their faith?
The Qianjia have been guarding the Douluo Continent for the Angel God for thousands of years, are they going to lose their territory in this life?How could he, Qian Daoliu, have the face to meet his ancestors!

He gritted his teeth, and the veins in his hands were exposed.

In the secret room, the Holy Master looked at Qian Daoliu. Did he feel that he had been frightened too much?
There won't be a fight soon, right?

Although he has completely recreated Daolon and his strength has reached a peerless level, he has no intention of showing up to fight with Daolon. He mainly uses it as a hidden tool man.

After all, he created Daolong, not Tru and Afu.

If there is a fight, his divine power can definitely create a more powerful existence.

Daolong led Qian Daoliu into the hall. He didn't need the other party to prompt him about the route. He had already detected Qian Renxue's position.

Qian Daoliu's face was tangled for a while, but he finally agreed to the other party.

Promise him first to rescue his granddaughter. As for what happens next, we can leave it to him!
On the gorgeous crystal bed, a beautiful blonde beauty lay on the bed, her eyes closed calmly.

Beside the bed, Daolong stretched out his hands and kneaded in the air a few times, and then black air suddenly appeared from all around, wrapping Qian Renxue.

Qian Daoliu couldn't help but worry on his face, gritting his teeth and standing there.

Daolong closed his eyes and looked up at the black mist, the shadow mark on his face shining brightly.

After a few breaths, an invisible soul flew from the sky and merged into the black mist.

The black mist dissipated.

Qian Renxue got up from the bed and covered her forehead with a headache.

"Xiaoxue!" Qian Daoliu stepped forward excitedly. Just as he was about to reach out, he was hit by the black light behind him and flew out with a scream.

He hit the wall and fell down, looking at Daolong with a vicious expression: "You really have a conspiracy!"

"Grandpa!" Qian Renxue screamed worriedly as she was held hostage by Daolong.

"The most talented seed in this world is the most suitable to be the saint of my divine religion. From now on, you will be the saint of my divine religion!"

Daolong said with a cold tone and a bit of satisfaction, and then left in a burst of black mist.

"Xiaoxue!" Qian Daoliu rushed over but was a step too late and could only let the other party leave.

"what!!"

He couldn't help shouting in grief and rage, and his pitiful shouts spread throughout Wuhun City.

The Holy Lord watched Daolong leave, and then appeared in the secret room.

Qian Daoliu was still up there in grief, completely unaware that his precious granddaughter was underground.

(End of this chapter)