Chapter 39 Qian Renxue Ascends to Heaven on the Spot! A World-Shaking, Dimensional Attack! Even Angels and Gods Are Nothing Special!
Inside the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly in her hand, her fingernails digging into her palm.
She looked at the outstanding women in the picture, each one of whom was better than her, and each one of whom was more beautiful than her.
A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside her.
"Am I not worthy...?"
She murmured to herself.
Compared to Gu Changsheng, this so-called pope is probably not even as good as a maid who serves tea and water.
In the picture.
Ye Xian'er seemed to remember something and turned to look at Qian Renxue, who had been silent all along.
She still vaguely remembered the blonde woman.
After all, among this group of people, Qian Renxue's talent is quite good.
"Oh, right."
"Master's birthday banquet is in a few days, and the Heavenly Court is a bit short-handed."
"There are still many weapons in the armory that need cleaning and maintenance."
"If you'd like, you can go and help."
Ye Xian'er said calmly.
For her, it was just something she said casually.
But to Qian Renxue, it sounded like heavenly music.
"I do!"
Qian Renxue suddenly looked up, her voice trembling with excitement.
Go to the Heavenly Armory to clean the weapons?
What might seem like hard labor to others was, in her eyes, the best opportunity to get close to Gu Changsheng!
Moreover, even the most ordinary weapons of the Heavenly Court are still at the level of divine artifacts surpassing the moon!
Ye Xian'er glanced at Qian Renxue, her brows furrowing slightly.
"Only..."
"Your cultivation level is too low."
"You're not even a saint, so you probably can't even withstand the pressure of those weapons."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's face turned pale.
Yes.
The killing intent emanating from that level of weapon would probably be enough to shred her.
Ye Xian'er thought for a moment, then casually tossed a yellowed ancient book and a jade bottle out of her storage ring.
"Take a look at this volume of the Daoist scriptures, specifically the chapter on the Sea of Wheels."
"And this bottle of Qi Gathering Pills is a defective product that I refined for practice before, so it's useless to me now."
"Take it and use it to cultivate. First, raise your cultivation level so as not to embarrass the Heavenly Court later."
"..."
After saying that, Ye Xian'er ignored her and focused on controlling her sword.
Qian Renxue took the items as if they were priceless treasures.
She carefully opened the jade bottle.
Instantly.
A rich, almost overwhelming medicinal aroma wafted over.
She only took a sniff.
Qian Renxue felt the divine power within her body instantly boil over, and the originally indestructible bottleneck shattered directly!
Boom!
A golden beam of light shot up from her body.
Level 99...
Level 100...
Priest...
A third-level deity...
Her aura surged wildly, breaking through the limits of the Douluo Continent in the blink of an eye!
And that seemingly ordinary book, the Daoist Classic, contains the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.
Just by glancing at the Dao patterns on the cover, Qian Renxue felt that her understanding of the laws had improved by a whole new level.
On the Douluo Continent side...
Everyone was completely dumbfounded.
That's a breakthrough?
A tattered book?
A bottle of defective pills?
Someone casually tossed away trash, and Qian Renxue was instantly sent to heaven?
Is there any justice in this world?
Is there no law left?
Inside Spirit Hall, there was a deathly silence, followed by a collective gasp of shock.
Ghost Douluo stared intently at the sky, its previously illusory form now fluctuating violently with excitement.
"God-level..."
"That's it?"
He turned to look at Bibi Dong beside him, his voice extremely hoarse.
"Your Holiness, how many years have I cultivated? Sixty years? Or seventy years?"
The ghostly hands were trembling, and the nails were digging into the flesh.
"I barely managed to reach the threshold of becoming a titled Douluo after surviving countless near-death experiences."
"Young Master... ate a discarded pill that no one else wanted, glanced at the book cover, and became a god?"
...
Inside the shrine, Qian Daoliu was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face. He knelt before the angel statue, unsure whether to worship the statue or the man in the celestial canopy.
"May God bless my Qian family!"
"What angelic divine test? It's a joke in front of that Heavenly Emperor Gu!"
...
Bibi Dong sat on the papal chair, her eyes filled with an extremely complex expression.
That's her daughter.
Now she possesses the power she has always dreamed of, a power that even devouring the Rakshasa God might not be able to achieve.
It was simply because that female sword immortal named Ye Xian'er casually tossed away some "trash".
...
The images on the celestial screen flowed.
The enormous Heavenly Armory, like a sleeping ancient beast, stretches across the clouds.
The gate was wide open, and a desolate and ancient atmosphere rushed out.
Ye Xian'er walked ahead, dressed in white, her clothes as pure as snow.
Although Qian Renxue's strength had increased dramatically, she still felt as insignificant as an ant in the face of such an aura.
She followed cautiously behind, barely daring to breathe.
Even a random weapon placed here emits a cold light that could sting her skin.
"Stay close to me."
Ye Xian'er didn't turn her head, her voice cold and clear.
"Every weapon here has been stained with the blood of saints, even great saints."
"If you move around and trigger the killing intent inside, I won't be able to save you."
Qian Renxue nodded quickly, like a well-behaved student.
Viewers of Douluo Continent were completely confused.
"Isn't it just a weapon? No matter how powerful it is, it's just an inanimate object without someone to control it."
"That's right, Qian Renxue is now a god-level expert, and you can't even touch a weapon?"
"This is too exaggerated, it feels like they're just trying to scare people."
In the picture.
Qian Renxue looked around curiously.
Suddenly.
Her gaze was drawn to a large halberd in the corner.
The halberd was entirely black, made of some unknown material, and covered with mottled marks.
The most striking feature is the blade of the halberd.
There were traces of dried blood on it.
The blood was two colors.
One is dark red, exuding a nauseatingly evil aura.
The other is a dazzling gold, which, even after countless years of drought, still exudes a sacred and supreme radiance.
Against the backdrop of that golden blood, this deadly weapon surprisingly exuded a bewitching beauty.
Qian Renxue stopped in her tracks.
She was a perfectionist, and the bloodstains on the halberd were instinctively jarring to her.
"How can we let such a fine weapon get dirty?"
She took out a clean white silk handkerchief from her bosom, intending to wipe the bloodstains from the blade.
Ye Xian'er, who was in front, seemed to be sensing something and did not notice the movement behind her for a moment.
Just as Qian Renxue's fingers were about to touch the golden blood...
Boom!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure instantly erupted from the halberd!
The once lifeless armory was suddenly transformed into a scene of dramatic change.
Hold head high—!
A vast and ancient dragon's roar resounded throughout heaven and earth.
The dried golden blood instantly transformed into nine golden dragons, roaring and swirling in the void.
That aura was terrifying!
Even a mere wisp of leaked energy made Qian Renxue, who had already become a god, feel as if her soul was about to explode.
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