The former site of Wu soul hall, in front of the angel temple.

    Thousands of streams arranged their clothes, and a reflective Angel barrier appeared in front of them, which reflected his old face.

    Then he flicked his finger and pushed the door in.

    But he dusted a handful of ash from the eaves above and scattered it on the dry hair of thousands of streams.

    Immediately, a familiar and alert voice came from above the head of qiandaoliu: "who?"

    Qiandaoliu took another three steps forward. As soon as he turned back, he saw a high ladder standing on the white wall, and a person stood at the end of the ladder.

    The man could not help but bring tears to his eyes.

    He is the golden crocodile Douluo.

    At the same time, qiandaoliu''s mind is dim: it''s no exaggeration to cover the whole sky with his hands and half the sky with his hands.

    But now, it has become a chore.

    Thousands of streams looked at the chicken feather duster in the golden alligator Douluo''s hand, and they were sad.

    But the feather duster fell from the air, and the golden alligator Douro was foolish to see the arrival of thousands of streams.

    "Big... Big sacrifice!"

    The golden alligator Douluo seemed to have his tongue knotted: "you''re not dead!"

    This is a great surprise for the golden alligator Douluo.

    Curse yourself to die again!

    Thousands of streams are covered with black lines. It is estimated that it is the bitch little god who looks like a disaster to the country and the people.

    A thousand streams were thus identified.

    The golden alligator Douluo also noticed the impoliteness of his language, and then hurriedly flew down the ladder and said, "great sacrifice, I mean, you''re back at last!"

    The golden alligator Douluo smiled bitterly and his face was full of helplessness.

    Qiandaoliu sighed, "unexpectedly, he treated the angel hall so badly and treated you so badly. You are also a 97 level peak Douluo. Why did you end up like this?"

    Gold alligator Douluo shook his head: "the great sacrifice misunderstood. Leisure is false, but I''m not indifferent. I just don''t like to fight for those things. It''s also excellent to guard the angel temple."

    The golden crocodile Douluo then said, "moreover, I have been promoted to level 98. Thanks to the help of the Lord of the green lotus hall."

    A thousand streams were stunned.

    For a long time, qiandaoliu waved his sleeve and said, "don''t mention him again. He is a guy with human face and animal heart!"

    The golden crocodile Douluo didn''t know the tragic experience of qiandaoliu, and helped Su Mutian sigh: "although the Lord of Qinglian hall didn''t pay so much attention to our angel hall and looked down on us, he still achieved great achievements and great achievements. He is also a great talent, but it''s not as unbearable as the great sacrifice said..."

    The golden alligator Douluo''s conversation changed: "but the great sacrifice has suffered these years, but it has gone to duel with haotianzong''s immortal genius. It''s hard to distinguish between Bozhong and Bozhong, so it''s delayed for so many years?"

    Smelling the speech, a thousand channels of flow showed their ugly face, "yes and No."

    A thousand streams of hate.

    He really had a fight with Tang Chen at the beginning, but he was forced to cut off his beard and imprisoned by the little god of Poseidon island!

    The golden alligator Douluo was puzzled: "what do you mean?"

    "Don''t say that."

    Qiandaoliu doesn''t tangle with this topic: "golden crocodile, in short, if I ask you a word, do you still believe me?"

    Faced with the sudden problems of thousands of streams, the golden alligator Douluo was caught off guard.

    But the golden alligator Douluo replied seriously:

    "That''s nature. I always remember our original belief, for God and Zhuang industry!"

    "That''s good."

    Qiandaoliu hummed, "from now on, golden crocodile, remember that the old thief of green lotus Gaia is the enemy with us! The enemy!"

    The golden crocodile Douluo sank for three minutes and arched his hand and said, "I would like to abide by the order of great sacrifice!"

    A thousand streams said, "how many people are left in our angel temple?"

    Gold alligator Douluo shook his head: "not much. Most of them have been scattered by the Lord of Qinglian Hall these years. Now I am the only angel temple. Because of this, I can only be idle and boring and clean the temple."

    With the strength of the golden crocodile Douluo and the soul power of the whole body, the cleaning is very easy and fast.

    It''s just a leisure mood to experience yourself.

    "So."

    The eyebrows of thousands of streams wrinkled deeper.

    "In other words, if we want to subvert the empire he created, we need to think about it in the long run..."

    A thousand streams murmured.

    Golden crocodile Douluo''s pupil dilated: "subvert Douluo Empire?"

    The golden crocodile Douluo smiled bitterly: "now the Douluo empire is at its zenith. I''m afraid there will be no chance in decades."

    "Decades?"

    "No, I can''t wait that long."

    "Within a year, even a month."

    With a wave of a thousand streams, it seems atmospheric, but it''s actually a fantasy.

    "A month? Big sacrifice... It''s impossible."

    The golden crocodile is stunned. I''m afraid thousands of streams are not missing. They have been driven crazy over the years. How can they be crazy!?

    "No, it''s impossible."

    Qiandaoliu said solemnly, "maybe we can borrow his means."

    "What does big sacrifice mean?"

    "I mean, we can find a way to disguise, and we must hurry up. If we let the old thief relax, I''m afraid we really don''t have a chance."

    "By the way, one more thing, we must find a saint who fits very well with the angel God as soon as possible."

    A thousand streams of light.

    But he was too slow.

    At this time, if the thousand stream is not persistent in Imperial hegemony, but directly looking for people who can inherit the angel God, maybe it can be on one side.

    At this time, major events have taken place in the sea area.

    The capital of killing is also surging.

    The spirits of the fierce land have been lurking for a long time.

    In such a situation, if you get the help of the gods one point late, the lost rhythm is fatal.

    At the same time.

    In the capital of killing.

    At a time of chaos.

    After the birth of bibidon, the capital of killing fell into chaos.

    Without it.

    Just because there is a lack of power in today''s killing capital.

    When Su Mutian returned to Poseidon Island, bibidong came to the capital of killing to seek divine power.

    The killing queen phage East fought with the nine headed bat king for many years and was exhausted.

    When bibidong and others came to assess the Shura God, another talented young man in the capital of killing competed with bibidong for the Shura God.

    The capital of killing has changed.

    The killing queen ate Dongzhong and Tang Chen in the original book, and became a tool man. Helpless, she had to take life as her only blood to sacrifice to the God, condense into the Shura God seal, obtain the test of the Shura God, and conduct the Shura nine tests.

    And she herself is the ashes of her body, and her soul floats. She doesn''t know where to go.

    On this day, another god hidden in the capital of killing.

    Also born.

    The young man was dressed in dark clothes, like a dark night devil, turning the whole killing capital into Purgatory.

    Holding the Luocha magic sickle, the boy was like the God of death. His face was covered with blood and scars, which directly defeated the defense line around the killing capital of Douluo empire.

    Led the evil soul division to fight with Douluo empire.

    Su Mutian and bidong also set foot on mainland territory again.

    For a moment, the situation was complicated and confusing, and another battle between the gods was coming.