Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 74 There is a pervert!
"Well, it should still be in time for me to go back now. The angel is kind and just, and he won't hurt children." Tang San took a half step back seriously.

"No, even if it is the place where angels live, it was a long time ago. No matter whether it is Rakshasa, Shura or angel, they have disappeared to who knows where. Why should I be afraid of it?" Tang San rolled his eyes. If he did not use the Rakshasa martial soul and the Rakshasa divine eye, he would just be an ordinary soul master and should be fine.

At this moment, Tang San also became bold. It was a rare opportunity to come to such a miraculous place. If he was cowardly and went home, what was the point of practicing?

Tang San plucked up his courage, walked over the angel statue, crouched against the wall, looked around like a thief, and stood on the edge. He was completely enveloped by the light of the palace.

Although this Angel City is called a city, it is not as big as a city. It is more like a palace complex, similar to the Forbidden City, where several buildings make up one place.

"It looks a bit like a palace. I guess there were a lot of people living here in the past. That angel was like an emperor, revered by all the people."

Tang San walked to several side halls. The things in these side halls had long been turned into waste, and some places had even collapsed. However, it was not difficult to see that there were traces of life here, and traces of many people living here.

"Could it be that the so-called gods of the past were actually similar to the emperors of today's empires? They created a new world and accepted the worship of all people?"

Tang San visited several side halls, but unfortunately he did not encounter any opportunities like in the soul master biography, nor did he discover any medicine garden treasure house. He only occasionally found one or two worn soul guides and some metals, which were naturally picked up by Tang San.

"Why is there no opportunity at all? Did the Angel God take everything with him when he left? How could this Angel God be so stingy that he didn't even leave anything for me?" Tang San complained speechlessly for a while, then looked towards the center.

In the center, golden light was floating and white mist was surging around. It was obvious that it must be the former residence of the angel god.

If the capital of slaughter is in the underworld, then this is the heavenly world.

When Tang San walked into the largest palace, the scene inside was far beyond his expectations. An ancient breath suddenly hit him in the face. In that instant, Tang San felt as if he had returned to ancient times.

"This feeling is very similar to the dream of the Lotus Soul Guidance Device. This is a very ancient era!"

This feeling was just like when Tang San accidentally opened the soul guide and observed that period of Tang Sect history. This ancient aura overwhelmed him all at once.

When Tang San came to his senses, he realized that this palace was different from the other side halls. Looking up, he saw that there was no dome above his head, but the sky was the dome.

When you look up, all you can see is the extremely distant starry sky, which makes you feel extremely small, like a speck of dust in the universe, as if this is the closest place to the divine realm.

These paintings

Tang San looked down at his surroundings. There were no statues or thrones in the palace, only murals that filled the entire space with an artistic atmosphere.

Tang San's attention was immediately attracted by these murals. He browsed through them carefully and looked at them with great interest. There were many birds and beasts in the murals. He had never seen most of these soul beasts before. The few he had seen were in the illusion where the Rakshasa God and the Shura God fought.

"These soul beasts are definitely not imagined out of thin air. These soul beasts once existed in reality, and they are probably extremely powerful!" Tang San was 100% sure that this was not a work of art, it was real, and each mural here corresponded to an ancient event.

However, because of its antiquity, no one knows what these paintings represent. In Tang San's era, even things like soul tools could be lost. These murals, needless to say, are even more ancient. In fact, the murals here do record much unknown history; this was an era when gods still existed, so ancient that it's unimaginable.

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw a mural. On it was a middle-aged man holding a trident with half of his body submerged in the sea. Behind him appeared a martial spirit shadow with a human body and a fish tail, roaring sharply at the sea.

"A human body with a fish tail? How come this is so similar to the spirit of Poseidon Douluo Poseidon? This man holding the trident, could he be the Poseidon?"

Tang Hao's grandfather Tang Chen had actually fought with Poseidon Douluo Poseidon. Tang Hao had also heard from Tang Chen that Poseidon Douluo's Poseidon Martial Soul was a martial soul that looked like a mermaid warrior and was very powerful holding a trident. Tang San speculated that the so-called Poseidon Douluo Martial Soul was most likely a god-level martial soul.

As Tang San walked inside, he recorded these murals in his mind. He had a premonition that these histories might bring him unimaginable help in the future.

When Tang San reached the last mural, his pupils shrank and he exclaimed in astonishment: "This is the scene of the battle between Rakshasa God and Shura God!"

He has seen this scene before!
"Is this Angel God's duty as an observer and recorder? Or is this simply the Angel God's preference?"

Tang San looked to the side. He had reached the end. There were no murals at the innermost part, only a white wall with no other passage.

"No, there is a passage." Tang San stretched out his hand and touched it. Sure enough, the white wall was just a cover, and there was a passage inside!

Tang San entered the white wall, and then the scenery in front of him changed. By the time he could see clearly, it was too late.

Behind the white wall is the dormitory.

The entire room was brightly lit without a trace of darkness. In the middle of the room stood a large bed covered with feathers, like the wings of an angel spread out. Beneath these feathers lay a delicate body, lying before his eyes.

Her skin is as white as Tianyu's, and it is hard to tell whose is whiter. Whether it is the slender waist that can be held in one hand, the huge buttocks, or the fragrant buttocks that are faintly visible under Tianyu, it is hard to find fault with them.

Her shoulders are as sharp as a knife and her legs are round and beautiful, which further highlights her unparalleled beauty.

"Angel."

As soon as Tang San blurted out the words, he knew something bad was going to happen. Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, he saw the eyelashes of the woman under Tianyu quilt flutter slightly, and her beautiful eyes opened and met Tang San's eyes.

Those eyes were like bright stars, revealing wisdom and a little confusion from just waking up. Her temperament was noble and sacred, with feminine charm. Her beautiful hair set off her almost perfect face.

Seeing someone suddenly appear in this place, the woman was stunned at first, then a hint of shyness and anger appeared on her face. The next second, a terrifying murderous intent broke out, and a huge black spider spirit rushed out to tear the little hooligan Tang San into pieces!

The moment Tang San saw the woman wake up, he knew something was wrong. He turned and ran away, cursing in his heart: "Who sleeps without clothes? There must be some pervert!"

(End of this chapter)