Chapter 209 Becoming a god requires faith, faith in angels
Xue Qinghe really didn’t expect that Bai Jing and Bai Jing from Jianyu Hall were both titled Douluo, and they were so decisive in killing; they would immediately take action at the slightest disagreement.
At the same time, a signal flare shot up into the sky, and it was already too late to stop it.
Xue Qinghe secretly thought something was wrong. He just wanted to see that bastard, so why did such a serious incident happen?
"Bai Jing."
Bai Jing's cold shout came from the sky: "Emperor Xueqing, since you have sent troops to surround this place; I don't want to ask more questions about right or wrong. Next, prepare to face the wrath of Potian Sect!"
As he said that, Tang Yuehua had been caught by Bai Jing and flew high into the sky, disappearing in a very short time.
Xue Qinghe's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He seemed to have made a bad move.
Aren’t the people from Jianyu Hall specifically responsible for gathering information? How did you handle things so hard?
Don't give me any face, let alone talk about it, just do it when you say it.
Seeing that Xue Qinghe was about to make a move against both sides, he suddenly felt a headache. People from the Potian Sect could not die here.
Otherwise it will be a big deal.
“Stop!”
“Let the people from Jianyu Hall leave.”
Xue Qinghe finally gave way.
The people in Jianyu Hall looked at each other, cut off all the heads of the children in their hands, and made sure that their appearance was correct and that they had not been swapped before they returned with the heads and bodies to return to life.
As for today’s matter, it will naturally be reported to Mr. Yang Wusha for decision.
Evening.
Yang Yun met Tang Yuehua.
Ye Lingling stepped forward to feel her pulse, slowly shook her head towards Yang Yun and said, "She doesn't have what you think."
The next second, Tang Yuehua's world rotated.
A crisp "Boom!" sounded in the living room
Yang Yun's decisiveness did not shock Ye Lingling at all, but a light green light lit up to stop the bleeding at the separated parts of the body to avoid getting dirty. floor.
If Ye Lingling is willing, Tang Yuehua may not have to die now; it just requires a lot of energy.
But why bother?
Soon, Bai Jing, who had just sent the people in, came with a group of subordinates to wash the floor.
Not long after, Yang Wusha sent a message: "Sect Master, Emperor Xueqing of the Tiandou Empire wants to see you."
Yang Yun looked at Ye Lingling in his arms and spoke decisively. He said: "I'm not free tonight."
As he said that, he hugged Ye Lingling and moved to another room to sleep.
Xue Qinghe's face immediately turned green after receiving the message. He felt irritated when he saw the continuous loss of his territory on the simulated sand table in front of him.
He had only been emperor for a few days when he asked the woman to come over and take away what he had finally grabbed.
It’s really annoying to have to go back and take some divine test.
It is not impossible to stop Bai Jing during the day, but that would really bring down the Potian Sect.
It’s not good for everyone. Maybe all the Avalanche Star Luo Empire will focus on dealing with itself.
All these years will come to nothing.
"What would you do if it were you?" Xue Qinghe asked, minding his own business. The black feathers dyed half of Xue Qinghe's shoulders colorful black.
"If it were me, I would fly directly to Potian Sect and sit down by myself." Another voice came from Xue Qinghe's body.
As expected, he is really crazy and depraved; he is worthy of being a twelve-winged fallen angel.
“That divine throne is not too big or too small for us, so it is somewhat useful, but the personality of the angel god seems not enough; it may not be possible to surpass the angel god with my help.”< br>
"Inheriting the divine throne is not necessarily a bad thing. Let's give it a try; there is no point in being anxious, but to enhance the divine status, it is not enough to simply be the angel god."
Xue Qinghe's eyes moved slightly: "What do you mean?"
"The Tiandou Empire cannot just hand it over to the Wuhun Empire; But if you were the king of the Wuhun Empire, the situation would be different, wouldn't it? Becoming a god requires faith, faith in angels."
Xue Qinghe was silent for a moment, now that his strength has been exhausted. He has broken through to the level of Titled Douluo; but if it really comes to a fight, he probably won't be that woman's opponent.
"It seems that we do need to go back. Grandpa's help is very important; I want to be the king of the Spirit Empire, so it is necessary to gather the angel army and no longer need to do those stinky tasks of chasing evil. ”
"If the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angels of Light want to inherit the throne of the Angel God and elevate it to the next level, they need to spread our faith; but it is not the faith of the Seraphim, but the faith of the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angels."
Black Qian Renxue said slowly in a seductive voice.
Grandpa's figure flashed through Xue Qinghe's mind: "Are you confident that you can beat Grandpa? Or do you think that with our current strength, we are sure that we can survive Grandpa's attack?"
The fallen angel chuckled sweetly, and after a long time he said: "You are your grandfather's best My beloved granddaughter, he is reluctant to kill you; but the remaining soul bones of the angel suit can be absorbed."
"After the angel suit is assembled, I can make it ascend without inheriting the divine status. To one hundred thousand years; instead of the useless ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, who can take one year off? ”
Xue Qinghe fell silent again. Her belief in the Angel God since she was a child prevented her from slandering the Angel God without any scruples.
But this matter is indeed not very authentic in her opinion.
"Sure enough, men can only affect my judgment."
The fallen angel sneered and said: "That was not the attitude you had when you were swinging that day. It seems that you are better than a fallen angel like me. The angels still have to let go; they scream loudly, hehehe."
Xue Qinghe's face darkened, and the fallen angel disappeared in an instant and had no intention of continuing to argue with Xue Qinghe.
The two of them are essentially one, and their ability to get along in this way is largely due to Yang Yun's existence.
So it’s okay to tease a few words.
“We have to speed up.” Xue Qinghe’s face began to simulate a look of madness and rage.
Otherwise, how could we expedite the consumption of the Tiandou Empire’s troops and continuously transport the city out.
Such an army calculation was later overturned by an avalanche and re-coopted, and what was left would only be a defeated army with no resistance.
The real elites had already been personally killed by Xue Beng's army, or died at the hands of the Spirit Empire.
The people guarding Xue Qinghe from beginning to end were the elites transferred from Wuhun Palace; it was impossible to go out and die.
But now that a decision has been made, it is impossible to just make this preparation.
Qianjun Douluo was called out by Qian Renxue and asked to send him a summons to ask his grandfather to summon all the angel legions to return to the Wuhun Palace to standby.
At the same time, it is time to move the hidden chess piece to ensure that he can control the newly established Spirit Empire in the shortest possible time.
Of course, the most important thing is the angel suit; he must absorb the remaining soul bones of the angel suit as soon as he returns.
(End of this chapter)