Opening his eyes again, his eyes were still blood-colored, but the madness was gone, and a trace of nostalgia flashed across his eyes quickly.
Qian Daoliu didn't speak first. He still frowned and stared at Tang Chen's forehead with a scrutinizing gaze. The bloody sword-shaped magic pattern was still glowing red.
"Long time no see, Daoliu."
His Adam's apple twitched, and they looked at each other in silence for a long time. After saying a dry word, Tang Chen gave a stiff smile, but the next moment he flattened the slightly raised corners of his mouth.
The sword with the sacred aura was pressed against Tang Chen's neck, Qian Daoliu still had a cold face.
"Long time no see."
It was not the nostalgia and sigh that Tang Chen expected. The alienated tone made Tang Chen feel a little strange, but then Tang Chen knew why Qian Daoliu had such an attitude towards him.
"You can see it."
The weight on his neck increased, and a slight stinging pain came. Tang Chen's hands trembled unconsciously.
He kept this action and waited for a few seconds. Qiandaoliu didn't wait for Tang Chen's follow-up, anger appeared in his eyes, he flipped his arm, and the sword struck Tang Chen's chest heavily.
Wow——
Tang Chen didn't hide, he just stood there and took a hit from Qian Daoliu. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. As his blood surged, the sweet taste he had suppressed before surged up again.
Tang Chen nonchalantly wiped away the remaining blood on his mouth, smiled nonchalantly, and looked up at Qian Daoliu, still without a word and glaring at him angrily.
"Don't I want to test your current strength?"
Approaching Qian Daoliu, Tang Chen was about to travel around the mainland with Qian Daoliu. After each trial, he patted Qian Daoliu on the shoulder and told the matter away, but Qian Daoliu turned aside to avoid it.
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Tang Chen raised his hand and hung it in the air, looking at Qian Daoliu in confusion.
"You went too far this time." Qian Daoliu said coldly.
It’s not that he has no ability to be killed by the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King, but Qian Daoliu discovered during the fight that the person who controlled this body to Wuhun City and was full of malice was Tang Chen, the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King.
It was replaced later.
Listening to Tang Chen's meaning, he did this on purpose. Now he can suppress the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King. It was only after he came to Wuhun City that he deliberately relaxed his suppression and allowed the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King to regain control of his body.
Sovereignty.
[Let Tang Chen come out to see me!]
This is not only said to the bloody nine-headed bat king, but also to Tang Chen himself who is hidden in this body.
It's not that he doesn't accept Tang Chen's test of his own strength, but he's just dissatisfied with the way Tang Chen tested his strength this time.
He purposely ran to the sky above Wuhun City and unleashed malice to lure him out, and then severely injured the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King with his own hands. Tang Chen was better off watching the whole situation, and finally suppressed the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King back into his consciousness.
at.
Withdrawing his hanging hand and figuring out the key, Tang Chen raised his eyebrows. Just a hint of irritability emerged from deep in his heart.
"You haven't changed much."
"Let's talk, just you and me."
Tang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the figure in the distance. Why did he feel a little familiar? That aura.
"Don't worry, I won't hand over control of my body to that beast, and it won't be able to run wild in Wuhun City, right?"
Looking at Tang Chen with deep meaning, Qian Daoliu led Tang Chen into the Elder Hall. During this period, Tang Chen couldn't help but pay more attention to the woman with guarded eyes.
"That one just now was...Bibi Dong, right? That's your name, right?"
Sitting at the table, Tang Chen asked hesitantly. He was a little unsure, because the power in Bibi Dong was familiar to him, the power he had encountered in the divine examination.
Rakshasa.
"Yes." Qian Daoliu responded calmly, took out a cup, poured two cups of tea, and handed one of them to Tang Chen.
Tang Chen, who was feeling thirsty, ignored Qian Daoliu's gaze and drank several cups in succession, then poured himself another cup and held the tea cup in his hand.
Staring at the tea in the cup with dark eyes, his Adam's apple rolled up and down. Tang Chen still felt thirsty in his throat, but Tang Chen himself knew why.
The liquid that could quench his thirst was in his soul guide, in the gourd. It only took a few breaths to take it out and drink it, but Tang Chen did not do so.
If you really go crazy...
Tang Chen looked at Qian Daoliu and took another sip of tea slowly. Daoliu would definitely suppress "me".
"She has the aura of the Rakshasa god on her body, and there are other, very evil auras."
"Normal." Qian Daoliu looked at Tang Chen who was pouring himself tea again, and couldn't help but pick up his cup and take a sip. This is normal tea, no different from usual.
"She is the inheritor of the Rakshasa God."
"Then you still want her to be the pope. Where is that kid Qianxunji?"
His eyes drifted towards the angel statue standing behind Qian Daoliu. It was impossible for Qian Daoliu not to know about the non-dealing between Rakshasa and the angel.
Thinking back to the clothes I saw on Bibi Dong just now, they were indeed papal clothes.
"She died eight years ago. She was Azun's disciple and had been a saint for many years. It is normal for her to be the Pope of Wuhun Palace."
Looking at Qian Daoliu in astonishment, Tang Chen felt for a moment that he had heard wrongly, but looking at Qian Daoliu's plain face, he accepted it. This was Wuhun Palace's own business, and he didn't care what he did.
"The reason why you are coming to me now is probably not limited to the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King, nor is it a matter of who should be the current Pope of Wuhun Palace."
Rubbing the side of the cup, Tang Chen's eyes became dim and unclear.
"I found the inheritance place of God, and successfully started the God test." After a pause for a few seconds, Tang Chen looked at Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu's expression still didn't change much, "I know, the Shura Divine Examination is in the City of Slaughter."
"I know there is a killing king there, but I didn't think about you before."
"The King of Slaughter?" Tang Chen laughed, full of self-mockery, and a touch of disgust appeared in his eyes, "What kind of king is he? He is just a clown who trapped himself in the city of killing and cannot escape."
Unable to escape? Looking at Tang Chen sitting in front of him, Qian Daoliu said nothing.
"As you can see, there was a problem with my Divine Examination. During the Divine Examination, that beast took advantage of my unpreparedness, took my body, and became the so-called King of Slaughter."
"You didn't succeed."
In Tang Chen's body, Qian Daoliu did not sense any aura that Tang Chen had become a god, and if Tang Chen had truly become a god, the bloody nine-headed bat king would not appear in front of him.
His hand suddenly clenched tightly, but then he let it go silently the next moment, and a crack appeared on the cup. Tang Chen's eyes were full of pain.
Who can blame this?
It was because he failed to keep his guard up. God Shura had given him a chance, otherwise he would not have ignored him for many years. In the end, he relied on the little power Shura gave him to successfully suppress the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King.
This chapter has been completed!