Dou Po: My disciples are all worthy of Emperor Dou Po

Chapter 807 is over!

This kind of seven colors is an extremely gorgeous color, and it is many times stronger than the seven colors on the forehead of the man in the green shirt.

Although the difference between divine rank and ninth rank is only one rank, the difference between the two is like cloud and mud.

And as the seven-colored family crest emerged stroke by stroke, the face of the elder Tongxuan holding the pen of the ancient clan became more and more dignified.

The palms of his hands trembled uncontrollably, and the vindictiveness in his body was also passing away like a tide at this moment.

"What a terrifying Heavenly Emperor Brush... No wonder no one has been qualified to touch it for thousands of years. Just because of the consumption of fighting energy, if you don't have the strength of a fighting saint, you may be sucked into it in an instant!"

Feeling the rapidly disappearing fighting spirit in his body, Elder Tongxuan's complexion sank slightly, and he quickly focused on controlling the perfect trajectory of the pen.

"Chichi!"

The seven-colored Heavenly Emperor brush danced about half an inch away from Xun'er's forehead, and traces of seven colors appeared on the latter's forehead continuously.

"call!"

Under the watchful eyes of countless eyes in the audience, the work of painting the family pattern lasted for nearly 10 minutes before it ended.

And when the last stroke was finally made, even with the tyrannical strength of Elder Tongxuan, fine cold sweat could not help but appear on his forehead, but although the consumption was great, his eyes were full of excitement color.

"All right!"

Hearing the voice next to her ears, Xun'er's slightly closed eyes also slowly opened, and the moment her eyes opened, the seven-color clan pattern on her forehead suddenly burst into a strong seven-color light!
"Pfft!"

Under the burst of colorful light, there are many powerful ancient clansmen who couldn't bear the coercion deep in their souls, and with a puff, they knelt down fanatically towards Xun'er in the field And down.

"Hehe, the seven-colored clan pattern, after thousands of years of my ancient clan, it finally reappeared!"

When the colorful rays of light erupted, an old laughter sounded vaguely in the distant sky. The laughter was very faint and fleeting, and it was really impossible to detect it unless it was someone with extraordinary hearing.

"I didn't expect even this one to be shocked!"

When this unusually old voice sounded, the elder Tongxuan was also slightly startled, and then he bowed slightly to a certain place in the sky and saluted.

The colorful rays of light only lasted for a moment, and all of them converged into the colorful pattern on Xun'er's smooth forehead, and even the pattern gradually disappeared under slight fluctuations.

This ethnic pattern will not be revealed on weekdays, and will only appear on the forehead when the owner intends to summon it.

In a corner of the square, a figure shrouded in a black robe looked at Xun'er's back with flickering eyes, and there was a faint flicker of cold light in his eyes.

"I didn't expect the ancient clan to have a god-grade bloodline. From now on, it will be the enemy of my soul clan, and, maybe, it will interfere with my soul clan's plan. It seems that I have to find an opportunity secretly. Get rid of this person!"

After experiencing such a blockbuster ceremony as Xun'er, it is difficult to arouse other people's interest in the latter part, so Elder Tongxuan also left early, and handed over the remaining tasks to other elders .

"It seems that there is nothing to see, let's go!" Liu Ling also greeted the little doctor and Nalan, then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)