Chapter 125 (1/2)

In Ye Zhiqiu's room, Hu Lena gently put him on the bed, took off his shoes, covered with a thin blanket, and then turned away.

”Bang ~” after the door closed.

Ye Zhiqiu sat up from the bed.

With his eyes slightly closed, his consciousness centered around his room and spread out all around him.

The city of Wu soul has a panoramic view of everything.

Just out of the door, julina, the group of soldiers on patrol in the city, bibedon, who is discussing in the papal temple, and the secret room under the Presbyterian hall, it seems that they are aware of some inexplicable prying. Suddenly, an old man with white hair and whiskers opens his eyes.

The secret room is built more than 20 meters below the ground. On the wall, there are many pearls with milky light, which make the secret room transparent.

In the center of the chamber of secrets, there is a statue of a snow-white six winged angel, which is more than 10 meters high. It is made of unknown stone. There is a faint soft light escaping from the statue.

This underground chamber, not dark, but reveals a light of sacred light.

Before the angel statue, a thousand white bearded streams sit on the futon and frown around.

For some reason, he always felt that someone was spying on himself, but he couldn't find out where that person was.

Could it be that... Thousand streams looked at the angel statue behind him...

in his room, ye Zhiqiu gave a faint smile. As he expected, he could not become a God, and his spiritual power could not be transformed into divine consciousness.

Although qiandaoliu can detect their own prying with their powerful strength, they can't find out where they are at all.

As for bibidon, who were discussing things in the Pope's palace, there were ghost Douluo, Ju Douluo and others, who were not aware that they were watching their every move.

Ye Zhiqiu tried to get close to bibidon with his divine sense. When the divine consciousness was about to touch her, bibidong's eyes suddenly froze and rose suddenly.

A pair of beautiful eyes revealed the dignity, light glance around, however, she found nothing.

There are two forms of Ye Zhiqiu's divine consciousness. One is the ordinary divine consciousness which is invisible and immaterial. Unless someone who has the same divine consciousness, ordinary soul masters can't find his position or even find him prying.

As for those powerful Title Douluo, like a thousand streams at most, they noticed that someone was spying on them.

As for the other, it is just like at the bottom of the lake of life that day, the divine consciousness materializes and condenses into another self. This divine consciousness is visible, but not an entity, and it is something like an energy body. This kind of divine consciousness needs Ye Zhiqiu's full efforts in order to condense it.

This time, ye Zhiqiu mischievously condensed his divine consciousness into the shape of a finger, and gently poked bibidon's thigh.

Bibidong, who just sat down and calmed her mind, almost jumped up in surprise. She looked down and found nothing. This made her wonder whether she was spending too much on helping Ye Zhiqiu to regulate her meridians and restore her soul power? They all have hallucinations...

”under the Pope's crown?” Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo are looking at her with some doubts.

”It's OK. I'm so tired recently. I'll go back and have a rest.” Bibidon slowly stepped out of the Pope's palace with a flat face, and walked to his room in the East Wing hall in a gloomy mood.

Ye Zhiqiu laughed. He suddenly found that Shenzhi was so funny that it was so different from mental power.

Now we have found the place where the angel God is inherited. Unfortunately, there are thousands of people watching over the place. The old man seems to be hard to deal with...

Ye Zhiqiu frowned and thought that the old man seemed to regard it as a bedroom, so he didn't have a chance to inherit the angel God.

Forget it, we'd better look for the inheritance place of Luocha God. After all, there should be no one to guard there. Bibidong is busy all day and seldom has time to go.