Chapter 481 The Glory of Angels
The first-generation angel god did not have much anger in his heart, but instead became slightly interested in the very young boy Gao Kong.
"Come here by yourself, I won't arrest you, tell me how many things have happened in Douluo Continent in the past ten thousand years."
The voice came, Jiang Shuo half-closed his eyes, thinking and thinking Consider together.
After a while, he nodded, descended from the sky, and landed on the ruined hilltop of Wuhun Mountain.
"Tell me first, what is your name?" the former angel god asked.
Jiang Shuo told him his name.
The woman thought carefully again, "Before I left, there was no high-ranking god named Jiang in the God Realm."
"Who is your ancestor?"
Douluo A divine family was born again on the mainland. She needed to know whether this was related to the fall of Wuhun Palace.
If Qianjia really failed to live up to expectations, she would have nothing to say.
Jiang Shuo thought for a while, "The ancestors of the Jiang family only showed their signs four thousand years ago."
"In four thousand years, one god king and two first-level main gods have been born. I am the first Four people who have broken through the hundredth level."
The first-generation angel god frowned, "God King?"
"Are you kidding?"
How powerful and noble the god king is, the first level main god is far from being able to compare with it. There are only two god kings, good and evil, in the entire god world.
Even now she is a little inferior.
Jiang Shuo glanced at her, "After you left, the two God Kings of Good and Evil also left the God Realm, and now their successors have taken over."
"But I don't know what happened. As a result, the original three law enforcement gods were also promoted to god kings. Later, my ancestor Taixu God broke the shackles and successfully created his own godhood, and he also joined this ranks."
The face of the first generation of angel gods finally happened. A hint of change.
The changes in the divine world were so drastic that she was a little surprised.
Jiang Shuo continued slowly: "The downfall of the Qianjia began with Qian Renxue thousands of years ago. She lost to the successor of Poseidon, and the new Rakshasa God of the Wuhun Palace also lost to the Shura God. Successor, Wuhun Palace fell from this. "
The first generation of angel gods gave birth to many gods.
“Why can’t I feel the aura of the angelic throne anymore.”
Jiang Shuo spread his hands, “If you become a king or lose a bandit, then naturally your godhead is broken and your god’s throne is also broken.”< br>
"Nowadays, most of the descendants of angels who called you back have changed their surnames. There should be no ones who dare to be named Qian."
All the past events were like a heavy hammer, hammering into the heart of the previous generation of angel gods, making her suddenly feel in a trance.
The created god's throne was shattered, and the descendants withered and changed their surnames one after another. The once prosperous Angel family ended up like this.
She finally knew why she received the urgent call from the descendants of the angel family in the distant universe.
The dilapidation in front of me became more and more shocking, and the former angel god fell silent.
Jiang Shuo didn't say anything after seeing this.
It is precisely because this predecessor was once a person from the Douluo plane, not an outsider like the Abyss, that he said so much.
The atmosphere in the God Realm must be weird now, so I might as well add to the fire.
There should be no harm in getting to know this first generation.
Anyway, she didn’t seek revenge from Jiang’s gods.
The enemy's loss is our gain.
After being silent for a long time, the first-generation angel god raised his eyes again.
Sky's golden eyes focused on the young man.
“I want to go back to the God Realm to ask for help from my old friends to reshape the angelic throne, but you can’t go up.”
Jiang Shuo shook his head, “Junior has something to do, so you can’t go up now. But if you, senior, need help, my two ancestors, the God of Space and the God of Thunder, of the Jiang family, can help. Then you can just say that you have seen me before, and that should be enough.”
The first-generation angel god nodded after thinking for a while. A second-level god without a god status could not help much.
The God of Space and the God of Thunder are two powerful first-level gods.
"Is there anyone among the contemporary descendants of angels who can be supported?"
She has been gone for tens of thousands of years and knows nothing about the current situation of the descendants of thousands of families. This sentence can be regarded as a reward for helping. If you choose well, you will be a friendly first-level god.
Jiang Shuo also quickly understood the inner meaning of this sentence.
I couldn’t help but smile in my heart, what an unexpected surprise.
If this first generation can really reshape the position of angel god, and his successor is chosen by him, then he will undoubtedly be a great ally.
Who to choose...
At this time, one sentence may very well determine the ownership of a first-level god.
Suddenly, Jiang Shuo's heart suddenly stopped.
An indescribable feeling of suddenness, surprise, and fate suddenly came to my heart.
Ye Guyi...
Among the descendants of angels, who else can compare to her?
Of all the angel descendants he knew, including his former rival in the competition, the two-winged angel Yu Mengdi, the deputy master of Xingluo Hall Wang Xianer, and other angel spirits, none could compare with her.
Even if there is no friendship or selfish motives, she seems to be the only candidate.
No one can be prepared for the turning of the gears of fate.
Jiang Shuo was silent for a while, then said: "There is one."
"Since the angel's godhead was broken, there is no Seraphim martial spirit in the world, but her martial spirit is excellent and extraordinary. He has become a holy angel, no worse than a seraph."
"He is only thirty-four years old, but he is already in the Super Douluo realm and has three hundred thousand year soul rings."
"At the same time, another way of cultivation besides being a soul master has also reached its peak; I think even Qian Renxue from thousands of years ago is not as good as her."
The first generation angel god was surprised and blurted out: "Seriously?!"
She looked at the young man in front of her with some suspicion.
Since the angelic throne is broken, it is not difficult to understand that seraphs do not exist. However, the quality of holy angels is indeed not inferior to seraphs, but they just lack a little charm.
Coupled with those resumes... How could such an achievement be born in a dilapidated family?
Three hundred-thousand-year-old soul rings... Qian Renxue didn't have them back then, and it was even harder to imagine for a thirty-four-year-old level ninety-five.
"I have to go and see for myself." The first-generation angel god was dubious, and secretly sighed in her heart. If there really is such a descendant, she should feel extremely lucky.
Jiang Shuo nodded naturally.
Take this first-generation angel god through half of the Heavenly Soul Empire and arrive at Qingzhou Mansion.
In the Soul Guidance Hall in the east of the city, find Ye Guyi who is carving a metal core with the Life Blade.
The first-generation angel god saw his bloodline and cultivation level at a glance and fell into deep silence.
Miss Ye, whose face was full of astonishment and surprise, turned her head slightly to look at Jiang Shuo, but her eyes were filled with confusion.
Puckering her lips, she asked: "Who is this?"
There was some inexplicable feeling of familiarity, but Ye Guyi misunderstood that this was the young man who invited her to come to her. The woman who cut off her thoughts.
I couldn't help but feel lonely and uncomfortable.
If you don’t want me, you don’t have to push me away...
Jiang Shuo glanced at her and said, "This is the first god of your angel family, the first generation angel god."
"I told you before, a branch of the Angel family is summoning her."
Ye Guyi suddenly raised his head, his red and tender lips wide enough to fit an egg.
Her body instantly stiffened.
He turned his head little by little and looked at the first-generation angel god beside him.
The two people's very similar pupils reflected each other.
Looking at each other for a long time, the knot that had accumulated on Ye Guyi’s brows for a long time dissipated instantly.
My body trembled slightly.
(End of this chapter)