"But you are my grandfather; you have the heart to leave Xue'er to die alone, why do you abandon me just for the faith in your heart?" Qian Renxue knew that what she said was selfish, but this was the most likely way to convince Qian Dao flow method.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood in front of the worship hall with his hands behind his back, silently watching the angelic light surging in the sky.
Qian Daoliu looked at the greatly changed angel statue above, an indescribable look slowly revealed in his eyes; then he looked at Qian Renxue.
He said bitterly: "Xue'er, my hundreds of years of faith cannot be changed; only martyrdom like this is the best ending for me."
"Angel God, my faith is close to collapse; before my faith disappears, do you have the heart to watch grandpa endure this kind of torture?"
Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather with wide eyes.
"Grandpa, you."
Qian Daoliu came to Qian Renxue with a relieved smile, and covered Qian Renxue's head with his big hands: "Silly girl, grandpa has been serving angels for hundreds of years; how come he can't notice the changes in you? It's just that this change is not good for you. That’s a bad thing.”
"Xue'er, it's a pity that I won't be able to see the day when you become a god; but I am satisfied that I can open the way for you to become a god with this broken body, and I will die a worthy death."
After saying this, Qian Daoliu's whole body emitted a burst of dazzling light, as if it was the moment of brilliance blooming from the scorching sun falling into the world.
Qian Renxue's expression changed, and it was too late to grab Qian Daoliu's hand: "Grandpa, don't!"
The voice of the fallen angel rang in Qian Renxue's heart: "Don't let grandpa's sacrifice become meaningless; I will help you successfully inherit the title of fallen angel god with twelve wings of light."
Immediately, a black energy followed the brilliance of Qiandaoliu and entered the angel statue.
In an instant.
The heaven and earth seem to be divided into two colors: light and darkness. Half of the angel statues are in light and half are in darkness.
Then the energy of Qiandaoliu and the fallen angels manifested in darkness and light successively.
Qian Renxue released the twelve-winged Fallen Angel of Light martial spirit, holding a two-color angel sword and slowly fused into the statue of the Fallen Angel of Light.
Golden Crocodile Douluo closed his eyes and took a deep breath to hold it in his heart. After hundreds of years of getting along, he still witnessed the death of his good brother today.
At this time, Golden Crocodile Douluo could not stay here calmly, so he disappeared in front of the worship hall.
Three days later.
Qian Renxue, who was carrying both light and darkness, stepped out from the statue of the Fallen Angel of Light. The tyrannical momentum instantly swept through Wuhun City and even the surrounding cities were faintly affected.
"This is the power of the gods; it's really powerful." Qian Renxue clenched her fists, her whole body covered in bright golden angel costumes, and surrounded by ten divine rings, she stood proudly in the void.
Suddenly, Qian Renxue looked towards the direction of the Pope's Palace; there was an extremely powerful and strange evil energy gathering there, and it was still growing stronger.
"That is the inheritance of the Rakshasa God." Bibi Dong's face flashed in Qian Renxue's mind.
He snorted coldly and said, "Where are the Angel Legion?"
Countless fallen angels of light flapped their wings and flew into the sky from the ground. After thousands of years of evolution and testing, the optimal soul ring ratio and relative soul skills of angel martial souls have long been determined.
Flying is basic.
"Follow me."
Just when Qian Renxue announced that she would take control of the Spirit Empire and launch a counterattack, a towering momentum appeared in the Pope's Palace.
Compared with the previous Qian Renxue, it was a few percent worse.
Bibi Dong patted the Rakshasa costume and flew high into the sky to confront Qian Renxue: "Deal with the foreign enemies, and then we can talk about other things." Qian Renxue agreed after thinking for a moment.
Less than a moment after the two sides calmed down, the aura of the gods came from another direction; to those who had become gods, it was as dazzling as the sun in the darkness.
Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong said at the same time: "God Shura, how is this possible?"
Bibi Dong's face darkened: "Tang Hao, she is definitely the one who inherited the throne of God Shura; I didn't expect that after Tang San died, Tang Hao could still become a god."
A funny look suddenly appeared on Qian Renxue's face, and she couldn't help but think of a person's face in her mind.
"I would like to know, how do you deal with this situation?"
"What are you thinking about?" Bibi Dong blurted out after seeing the funny look on Qian Renxue's face.
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then the smile on her face disappeared and returned to indifference; the angel legion, with the power of the fallen angels, was more powerful than ordinary soul masters.
But now that Tang Hao has become the Shura God, we should first let this guy go to explore the true and false nature of Po Tian Sect.
The Xingluo Empire is just a dog of the Potian Sect. This dog's bite is not fatal; the key is the leader of the Potian Sect, Yang Yun.
Qian Renxue had an inexplicable feeling that even if she became a god, she might not necessarily be able to defeat that guy; she didn't know if it was because he had been suppressed all this time.
Qian Renxue said angrily as her thoughts were diverted for some reason: "Control the fallen angel's power, and don't think about what you have and what you don't have all day long."
The fallen angel chuckled and said, "I don't know who it was that day. He was sitting taller than me, and he was stronger than me. He almost broke his seat and made a loud noise."
Qian Renxue snorted and stopped talking nonsense with the fallen angel, a crazy guy with no moral bottom line.
The city of killing.
To be precise, it is the entrance to the Killing City.
Yang Yun stood alone at the entrance and exit of the killing city. Ever since Tang Hao inherited the throne, the entrance and exit of the killing city had disappeared.
But the aura of God Shura was here just now. It is unmistakable that the entrance and exit of the Killing City are merged into one.
"Tang Hao, didn't you say that Haotian Douluo is unparalleled in the world? Why do you still hide in fear after becoming a god? You are doing this to the great detriment of the majesty of the five great god kings of Shura God."
Yang Yun raised his hand and a huge flame dragon bombarded the entrance and exit of the Killing City.
Containing the power of the power of destruction, this soul summoning bone skill, Fire Dragon Bite Explosion, directly hit the entrance and exit of the Killing City; the collision of the power of destruction and Shura's divine power caused ripples in the surrounding space.
‘Boom’
Endless bloody mist erupted from the collision location, enveloping Yang Yun like a volcano erupting.
Huhuhu.
With the sound of howling wind, a sledgehammer flew toward Yang Yun from the bloody mist.
"Broken!"
Yang Yun let out a light drink, and the Flame Spear Chongli and the Clear Sky Hammer collided and made a crisp sound; in the next second, dozens of figures appeared around Yang Yun.
"The first soul skill—Ten Beast Spirits"
Eighteen flaming figures chased the evil soul masters' mad disciples in the killing city that they kept passing by in eight directions. They went straight to the front and blocked all the evil soul masters. No one in the eight directions could Walk out from the circle surrounded by ten beast spirits.
The three souls of Di Tian, Xiong Jun, and Red King stood proudly in the void. (End of chapter)