Douluo Dalu: Flame Gun Chongli Falls Heart Flame Cheats

"But you are my grandfather; can you bear to abandon Xue'er to die alone and leave me alone for the faith in your heart?" Qian Renxue knew that what she said was very selfish, but this was the most likely way to convince Qian Daoliu.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood outside the worship hall with his hands behind his back, watching the angel holy light surging in the sky silently.

Qian Daoliu looked at the angel statue above which had changed greatly, and 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 are hard to change; 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 torture?"

Qian Renxue stared at her grandfather with wide eyes.

"Grandpa, you."

Qian Daoliu came to Qian Renxue with a comforting smile and put his big hand on her head: "Silly girl, Grandpa has served the angels for hundreds of years. How could he not notice the changes in you? But this change may not be a bad thing for you."

"Xue'er, I'm sorry that I won't be able to see the day when you become a god; but I am also satisfied that I can use this broken body to pave the way for you to become a god. I die a worthy death."

After saying this, Qian Daoliu emanated a dazzling light all over his body, as if it was the momentary brilliance of the scorching sun falling to the earth.

Qian Renxue's face changed, and it was too late for her to grab Qian Daoliu's hand: "Grandpa, don't!"

The voice of the fallen angel rang out in Qian Renxue's heart: "Don't let grandpa's sacrifice become meaningless; I will help you to successfully inherit the throne of the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel of Light."

Immediately, a dark energy followed by thousands of streams of light entered the angel statue.

In an instant.

The sky and the earth seemed to be divided into two colors, light and darkness, and the angel statue was half in the light and half in the darkness.

Then the energies of the Thousand Flows and the Fallen Angels manifested in darkness and light respectively.

Qian Renxue released the twelve-winged fallen angel of light martial spirit, holding the two-color angel sword and slowly merging into the statue of the fallen angel of light.

Golden Crocodile Douluo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding it in his heart. After hundreds of years of getting along with each other, today he finally witnessed the fall of his good brother.

At this time, Golden Crocodile Douluo could not stay here calmly, and disappeared in front of the worship hall in a flash.

Three days later.

Qian Renxue, carrying both light and darkness, stepped out from the statue of the fallen angel of light. Her powerful aura instantly swept through Wuhun City, and even the surrounding cities were vaguely affected.

"This is the power of gods; it is truly powerful." Qian Renxue clenched her fists, her whole body was covered in dazzling golden angelic attire, and she was surrounded by ten divine rings as she stood proudly in the void.

Suddenly, Qian Renxue looked towards the direction of the Pope's Palace; there, an extremely powerful and strange evil energy gathered, and it was constantly growing stronger.

"That is, the inheritance of the throne of Rakshasa God." Qian Renxue's mind flashed through Bibi Dong's face.

He snorted coldly and shouted: "Where is the Angel Legion?"

Countless fallen angels of light flapped their wings and flew high into the sky from the ground. After thousands of years of evolution and experimentation, the optimal soul ring ratio and corresponding soul skills of the angel martial spirit had long been obtained.

Flying is fundamental.

"Follow me."

Just when Qian Renxue announced that she would take control of the Wuhun Empire and launch a counterattack, a surge of momentum suddenly appeared from the location of the Pope's Palace.

Compared with the previous Qian Renxue, it is several percentages worse.

Bibi Dong flew high into the sky holding her Rakshasa divine armor and faced Qian Renxue from a distance: "Deal with the external enemies first, then we can talk about other things." Qian Renxue thought for a moment and agreed.

Less than a moment after both sides calmed down, the aura of a god came from another direction; for someone who had already become a god, this 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, it is definitely her who inherited the throne of the Shura God. I didn't expect that after Tang San's death, Tang Hao could actually become a god."

A funny look suddenly appeared on Qian Renxue's face, and a person's face involuntarily came to her mind.

"I'd like to know how you would deal with this situation?"

"What are you thinking about?" Bibi Dong asked when she saw the funny look on Qian Renxue's face.

Qian Renxue was stunned at first, then the smile on her face disappeared and turned cold again; with the power of fallen angels, the angel army's combat effectiveness was even stronger than that of ordinary soul masters.

However, since Tang Hao has become the Shura God, it is better to let this guy go and find out the strength of the Po Tian Sect first.

The Xingluo Empire is just a dog of the Potian Sect, and the bite of this dog is not fatal; the key is the leader of the Potian Sect, Yang Yun.

Qian Renxue inexplicably had a feeling that even if she became a god, she might not necessarily defeat that guy; she didn't know if it was because she had been suppressed all along.

Qian Renxue said unhappily, "Restrain the power of the fallen angel and stop thinking about those nonsense all day long."

The fallen angel laughed and said, "I don't know who it was that day, he sat higher than me, was stronger than me, and almost broke the person's voice."

Qian Renxue snorted coldly and stopped talking nonsense with the fallen angel, this crazy guy with no moral bottom line.

The city of killing.

To be precise, it is the entrance to the City of Slaughter.

Yang Yun stood alone at the entrance and exit of the City of Slaughter. Ever since Tang Hao inherited the throne, the entrance and exit of the City of Slaughter had disappeared.

But the breath of Shura God was here just now, and it must be the entrance and exit of the City of Slaughter combined into one.

"Tang Hao, isn't it said that Haotian Douluo is unrivaled in the world? How come you are still hiding in fear after becoming a god? You are really undermining the dignity of the five great gods of Shura God."

Yang Yun raised his hand and a giant flaming dragon flew towards the entrance and exit of the City of Slaughter.

Containing the power of destruction, this soul bone skill, Fire Dragon Bite Explosion, directly hit the entrance and exit of the City of Slaughter; the collision of the power of destruction and the power of Shura caused ripples in the surrounding space.

'boom'

Endless blood-red mist gushed out from the collision site, enveloping Yang Yun like a volcanic eruption.

Hoo ho ho.
With the sound of whistling wind, a sledgehammer flew towards Yang Yun from the bloody mist.

"break!"

Yang Yun shouted softly, and the collision of the Flame Spear Zhongli and the Clear Sky Hammer made a crisp sound; the next second, dozens of figures appeared around Yang Yun.

"First Soul Skill - Ten Beast Spirits"

Eighteen flaming figures chased after the evil soul masters of the City of Slaughter who kept passing by in eight directions, and went straight to the front to block all the evil soul masters. No one in the eight directions was able to get out of the encirclement of the ten-headed beast spirits.

The three spirits of Emperor Tian, ​​Xiong Jun and Chi Wang stood proudly in the void. (End of this chapter)