Although the mouth is very hard, in the face of Bidong who has become God, Qian Daoliu is still very vain.
His forehead had exuded fine sweat beads, his teeth were bite tightly, and he tried to maintain his surface calm.
Thousands of streams took a deep breath, pressing the panic in the heart, gritting teeth and asking Bidong:
"Why come to me now?"
His voice was trembling, and his eyes revealed confusion and a hint of pleading. He couldn't understand why Bibi Dong came to call for punishment?
Bibi Dong exploded as soon as she heard this question. Her beautiful face instantly became twisted and ferocious, her eyes were red, as if she was about to spit out fire.
"Of course it is because you killed Qian Xun, he is my child!"
"And you actually killed him!"
Bibi roared exhaustedly, and the sound was full of endless wrath and grief.
With her roar, the turbulent momentum was even more out of the mountains. The dark power seemed to turn into a substantial torrent, crazyly impacted Qiandao.
Qian Daoliu only felt that an irresistible huge force struck, and he retreated step by step. His feet scratched deep traces on the ground, and every step back looked extremely difficult.
Qian Daoliu did not expect Bi Dong to be guilty of the teacher because of this. He widened his eyes, his face was unbelievable, and the whole person was a little aggressive.
After regaining consciousness, he asked in reverse:
"Didn't you like that child and the child? Now I killed him because he was the son of darkness, shouldn't you be happy?"
With a trace of anxiety and confusion in Qian Daoliu's voice, he tried to make Bidong understand his "hard work".
Bi Bidong heard this, it was even more angry. Her eyes seemed to be able to spray fire,
"Thousands of streams, you want to talk nonsense! He is my child, no matter what I treat him, you can't turn you to determine his life and death!"
Her voice was like thunder, and the whole angel temple shook slightly.
Hating Qian Renshang and letting others kill Qian Renshang are two different things. Qian Daoliu's heart was shocked. He felt Bibi Dong's unprecedented anger and determination, and he couldn't help but regret his words just now.
But at this time, it was difficult to ride a tiger, and he could only continue to say:
"Bibi Dong, don't let your emotions get carried away. Qian Renshang possesses the power of darkness and will become a scourge to the Spirit Hall sooner or later!"
Bi Bidong roared: "Enough! Thousands of streams, you can escape to death anyway today!"
Having said that, her hands were stamped, and a huge dark vortex was formed in front of her, and her powerful suction was swept towards thousands of ways.
Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically. He felt the terror of this power and quickly used his strongest defensive skills. A layer of golden light curtain tightly protected him.
However, the power of the dark vortex was too powerful, and the golden light curtain gradually deformed under its pull, and seemed to be broken at any time.
Bibi Dong no longer wanted to talk nonsense with Qian Daoliu today. Qian Renshang was dead and someone had to pay the price. Now he and Qian Daoliu were settling old and new grudges together.
"Die!"
She held the Rakshasa god sickle, and the god sickle exuded a chilling dark atmosphere, and the sickle blade flashed with strange light. Bigong's eyes were cold, and the killing intentions were filled. He stepped towards Qian Dao step by step, step by step.
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Every step he took seemed to be carried with great force, and the ground trembled slightly. The dark aura around her became stronger and stronger, burning like a black flame, distorting the surrounding space.
Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong approaching step by step, and the fear in his heart continued to spread. He could clearly feel Bibi Dong's determined killing intent and the terrifying power contained in the divine scythe.
"Bibi Dong, do you really want to be so decisive?"
Qian Dao Liu said tremblingly.
Bibi Dong snorted coldly and didn't answer. She just quickened her pace, holding the Rakshasa Divine Scythe high in her hand, ready to swing it down at any time. (End of chapter)