Douluo Angel of Death

"Are you leaving again? Can't you stay with me on this Sea God Island forever? Tang Chen, I'm so lonely."

"Sisi, I am not the person chosen by the sea god, and it is impossible to inherit the position of the sea god. As the sea god's high priest, you can't get away. In order for us to be together forever, I must become a god."

"Tang Chen, do you know how long it will take you to go? If it is easy to become a god, the mainland will not have not become a god in ten thousand years. Because of insufficient qualifications, I could only become a high priest. Even if I arrived. In the half-god realm, he can no longer take a step forward."

"Sisi, you have to believe me. Others can't. I will succeed because I have the conviction of victory. Only by becoming a god can I save you and we can be together forever."

"Go ahead, I believe you can succeed, and I will wait for your return at Sea God Island. Promise me that I will live no matter how hard it is."

"I love you, Posey."

"I am not a god and will not return."

The voice of the memory disappeared little by little, and when the soberness was about to be swallowed by the blood, a black blade penetrated his chest, and the huge pain spread throughout his body.

With a puff, blood was vomited out, there was no blood red in the eyes, and some were sober.

The young man stood in front of him, his tall figure resembling a mountain.At this moment, Tang Chen knew that he had lost.

The twelve black wings behind him were thinking of his soul abilities, and Tang Chen was sure of his guess.

With a cough, he reluctantly said: "You are a descendant of Qian Daoliu. Is your age his grandson or great-grandson?"

Qian Renling retracted the sword and stared at him coldly, "Do you know my grandfather?"

In a simple sentence, he knew everything Tang Chen wanted.

The pain was more painful, and Tang Chen was very unwilling. "I thought no one could beat me. Even your grandpa would at best tie me. I didn't expect that I would lose to a baby when I lost my mind."

"Or the grandson of the worst enemy in this life!"

Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen are friends and enemies.One represents the Haotian School and the other represents the Spirit Hall. The grievances between the two families have been linked from the beginning.

Only a thousand families have angel martial arts. From the possession of Qian Renling's martial arts, Tang Chen guessed his identity at a glance.

"It turns out you are Tang Chen." Qian Renling's expression changed, and he looked at him in surprise, "That Tang Chen, who is known as one of the three Ultimate Douluos in the world."

"It seems that it's really difficult to get a good reputation."

Qian Renling said disdainfully, "You have already lost your mind as the King of Slaughter."

"In that case, let me see you off. My purpose is to replace the Slaughter King."

"In the capital of killing, there is only one end to failure, and that is death."

Qian Renling unreservedly used his soul abilities, he wanted Tang Chen to die.

At that moment, the space among them was distorted, and Qian Renling stood indifferently in place.In fact, he took advantage this time, because he sensed that Tang Chen's vitality and blood was lost, and his current state could only play three-tenths of the original.

Three tenths of an Extreme Douluo could not withstand Qian Renling's attack.Furthermore, he has four one-hundred-thousand-year spirit rings, which is far superior to spirit masters of the same level.

Tang Chen died, leaving behind a blood-colored giant sword that was more than two meters in length. The slender and broad sword was densely covered with dark golden magic patterns, and the blood-red long sword was full of extremely fierce killing aura.Seeing this sword, Qian Renling felt the death sword in his hand shake.

This shock was caused by the killing aura brought by that sword.

The next moment, the breath of killing collided with the breath of death.Qian Renling felt something unfavorable to him on that sword.

The golden eyes flashed coldly, and there was a strong thought in his heart, that is to destroy this sword.

He picked up the bloody long sword, and then raised his eyes to look around. The killing field was razed to the ground due to their fighting, and there was no prosperity in the past.

Even the fallen people who had been watching nearby are no longer there, and some are desolate.

Qian Renling was about to touch the dark golden magic pattern with his hand, but a voice rang, causing his hand to hang in the air.

"Don't touch that sword, unless you want to accept the inheritance of the god Shura."

A few words from my mind successfully let Qian Renling stay.

"Feng, what do you mean?"

"That sword is the inheritance of the God of Asura, and it is also the artifact of the God of Asura. It is called the Asura Blood Sword. It is the same quality as me, but it is not as powerful as mine, but it is the peak of combat power for this God Realm.

Feng Danran's words made Qian Renling ponder.

"My third test is to find the Shura Temple. Is this blood sword useful?"

"In fact, you have already found it. Hell Road is the entrance to the Temple of Shura. You hand this sword to Master Si, and your first three tests have passed."

"Feng, why do you call Si an adult? Isn't she your former master?"

Qian Renling was surprised at Feng's words. As the sword spirit of the Death Sword, shouldn't Feng have a good relationship with Si?

"You don't know, she is the original god, and the god born from the origin of heaven and earth. At that time, the world did not have these divisions. You can go to her and ask if you leave the city of killing.

"She chose to tell you because you now have this ability."

Feng Silent went on, ignoring Qian Renling.

Qian Renling walked out of the ruins, and the fallen survivors in the City of Slaughter saw him, and there was a fever in his eyes.

"King of Slaughter!"

In the far north, the world covered by ice and snow is silvery white.In this silvery white, the Ice and Snow tribes established political power.

In the territory of the Ice Race, in an ice-blue palace is a reduced version of the blue statue, with an unclear face, but with a little coldness.

A woman in a blue robe knelt before the statue without saying a word.

She closed her eyes, her long blue hair was scattered on the ground without combing, and she tightly held a one-meter-long scepter in her hand. There was no gem on it, but blue lines.

I don't know how long she has passed, she slowly opened her eyes, her purple eyes have no emotion, and some are calm.

If Qian Renling were present, he would definitely find that this person was Li Jiu'er who had not seen him for more than two years.

After that, she stood up, and the maids quickly served her a cup of hot tea.

The gate of the palace was pushed open, and a handsome man with blue hair and blue eyes wearing silver armor walked in, "Patriarch, the high priest is affectionate."

The beautiful purple eyes looked at him straight, without any ups and downs like a pool of stagnant water.

After a while, she stood up and went with him with the help of the maids.

Soon, they came to the core place of the Ice Race, the altar of the Ice Race.The altar is a round table more than ten meters long, and a blue six-pointed star array is painted on the ground.Several women in blue robes stood above.

"mother."

Li Jiu'er looked at one of them, her mother Yu Han.