The night on Poseidon island is cold and humid.

    Especially Poseidon island prison.

    Tang Chen couldn''t figure it out.

    Even if he lost to poseide, the high priest of Poseidon island.

    Why can''t you even win seven non limit duels?

    The martial soul fusion skills of the seven are no worse than posisi!

    Su Mutian can kindly answer this question for Tang Chen.

    The golden iron triangle, composed of waste material Yu Xiaogang, soul Saint Liu Erlong and soul Douluo Flander, can be famous in the mainland with their combination of martial soul fusion technology, and even fear the title Douluo.

    Be able to fight higher and higher.

    This is the martial soul fusion skill of seven people, and it is all at the level above title Douluo.

    Can you push the limit too far?

    Not too much.

    The concept of martial soul fusion technology is not that one plus one equals two.

    It''s transcendence.

    The one plus seven lineup of Poseidon island is absolutely sweeping everything on the current Douluo continent.

    "Brother Chen?"

    Qiandaoliu looked at Tang Chen''s dementia and looked at the sky. He seemed to doubt life and couldn''t help asking questions.

    "Thousands of streams, do you say that the power of God is really so powerful?"

    Tang Chen inexplicably came such a sentence and looked at thousands of streams and asked confusingly.

    "Brother Chen, why do you ask that?" qiandaoliu didn''t quite understand what Tang Chen said.

    "I''ve been following God''s steps. I thought I was only one God''s residence and one God''s throne from them, but today..."

    For a long time, Tang Chen sighed deeply.

    "The power of God is insurmountable." qiandaoliu also sighed deeply.

    Two brothers and sisters curled up in Poseidon island prison.

    Brother Tang Chen, you really don''t know anything about the power of the gods.

    As a servant of God, qiandaoliu is quite familiar with the power of God.

    There are only two distinctions in this world:

    God, and man.

    You can''t hope that low latitude creatures can be hard and rigid high latitude creatures.

    "Brother Tang Chen, I think the prison has simple structure and general material."

    A thousand streams of fingertips banged out an inch of soul force and instantly cut off the iron fence.

    He said, "you see, if I use the means a little, it will break.

    It seems that everyone in Poseidon island is strong, but their IQ is not very good. "

    Qiandaoliu looked back and said, "brother Tang Chen, let''s go back to the mainland. Poseidon island is too dangerous."

    "No, no!"

    Tang Chen sat cross legged on the ground, looking depressed.

    "I don''t believe it. I can''t beat them!"

    "Tang Chen..."

    Qiandaoliu said helplessly, "the power of God is irresistible to ordinary people. The people of Poseidon island are protected by Poseidon, and their strength is far from as simple as the surface."

    "Hey? Qiandaoliu, as a divine servant, you sincerely say to me, God, is it really inviolable?"

    Tang Chen rubbed his hands and frowned. He doubted his strength.

    "To tell you the truth, recently, I have been thinking about a way to surpass myself.

    Finally, I found that the only breakthrough was the soul ring. "

    Tang Chen looked up and looked forward to qiandaoliu''s understanding of his mind.

    Apart from posisi, only a thousand streams exist at the same level as him.

    He wants thousands of people to understand his ideas.

    But he was disappointed.

    Qiandaoliu denied his view: "impossible, absolutely impossible!

    The power of God can never be touched by mortals! "

    "Only God can fight God."

    The voice of qiandaoliu trembled when he spoke.

    Obviously, I recall the sense of oppression I faced when the gods came. I can''t mention the power of resistance at all!

    "Only God... Can fight God..."

    Tang Chen pondered over this sentence carefully, and soon the whole prison on Poseidon island was shaking with a bang.

    "Thousands of streams, I will prove to you that relying on myself, I can reach the power of God!"

    Tang Chen is carrying Haotian hammer. His bleak figure is full of unyielding faith.

    ———————————

    In the temple of the sea god.

    "Bang ~"

    Su Mutian''s right eye jumped violently. Accidentally, the cup fell and broke to the ground.

    "Lying in the trough is a sign of great evil!"

    indeed.

    Before the cup broke for nine minutes, poseide hurriedly appeared in the temple of the sea god.

    "Little god..."

    There was some remorse and some chagrin in the soft voice.

    "What''s the matter?"

    Su Mutian frowned: "Tang Chen, did he blow up the ring?!"

    No, I didn''t hear a sound.

    Posisi shook his head. Just when he wanted to speak, he was blocked by Su Mutian.

    Su Mutian suddenly realized: "Tang Chen, they two ran away?!"

    "Well..."

    Posey was a little ashamed.

    The little God was far away in the sea god temple and noticed that the two despicable men had run away, but she was only informed by someone.

    "I was careless."

    Posisi blushed and said, "they are both extreme duels. We can''t limit them in ordinary ways..."

    Pop!

    Su Mutian patted his forehead.

    I was careless, too.

    Extreme Douluo is the most powerful in the world except God.

    Especially in the strong attack system, if they fight hard, nothing can imprison them.

    What can I do

    Now I have offended qiandaoliu and Tang Chen.

    what the fuck!

    In the original work, Tang Chen had a relationship with poseide, so he left poseide island and went home without saying a word.

    Perhaps worried about his wife''s jealousy and affecting family harmony, he sneaked to the throne to be with posisi.

    But now, Tang Chen and posisi have no such feelings.

    If Tang Chen goes home and whispers something like this to his son and grandson:

    "Poseidon Island doesn''t have a good product."

    "There are a group of despicable guys on Poseidon island."

    Listen to Tang San then

    Su Mutian asked himself that although he appeared too early, he was not in the same era as Tang San.

    However, with the soul power of the demigod, it is also the host of multiple anti sky martial spirits.

    In addition to being immortal, it''s easy to live a few hundred years old with the protection of the sea temple.

    It is only 50 years since Tang San was born. At that time, he will still look like a teenager.

    It''s still the battle of dragons and tigers

    by the way.

    Su Mu looked at posisi in a complicated way.

    If you become a God, you have to find her a throne.

    After all, I held them all. Although Posey turned his face and didn''t admit it, the first embrace was unforgettable.

    In other words, she is really good to herself.

    Maybe it''s too deep to indulge in your appearance?

    I''m not a devil. I can''t see that you like me.

    However, Su Mutian''s Micro expression was rich and colorful during his silence.

    From a little surprised, to uncertain, tender, with a little color.

    Posey was terrified.

    "Little God, I can send someone to chase them back immediately. After all, this is the sea and there is still a chance..."

    Said posesi.

    Obviously worried that Su Mutian was angry.

    Ah, ah, ah!

    This is the first time shaoshen asked herself to do something, but she failed.

    It''s unforgivable!

    "West son, no need."

    Su Mutian thought about it.

    Qiandaoliu and Tang Chen are also extreme fighting at best. They should not be so narrow-minded.

    It''s posisi. It needs to be adjusted.

    Su Mutian waved to posisi: "West son, come here."