Douluo: My ancestors became gods in Dou Er Gang

Amidst the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains, the two of them were in deep love.

Shui Bing'er's eyes were full of affection, while Shui Wuya caressed her hair lovingly, his eyes full of tenderness.

Suddenly, a burst of electronic sound entered Shui Wuya's mind.

[Detected the change in Shui Bing'er's destiny, congratulations to the host for acquiring a new building - the Temple of Gods! 】

The pantheons!

Shui Wuya's heart moved.

This temple must have the power of the gods.

It just so happens that he needs to collect divine power to improve the perfection of the world of the dead.

"I'm so sleepy, I'll give you a pillow."

Shui Wuya was excited and secretly looking forward to it.

Then, Shui Wuya and Shui Binger continued to be entangled.

The tender time seems to be frozen in this moment.

The romance is over.

Shui Wuya knew that he had to leave.

"Bing'er, I have to go ten thousand years later."

Shui Wuya said goodbye softly.

Shui Bing'er's eyes filled with tears and she said reluctantly: "Wuya, you have to be careful."

Shui Wuya gently asked: "Don't worry, I will be careful."

Under Shui Bing'er's reluctant gaze, Shui Wuya waved his hand gently.

After a flash of light, Shui Wuya traveled through time and space thousands of years later.

Shui Binger stood quietly on Ice God Island, watching Shui Wuya disappear in the light.

"Wuya, once you leave, when can we meet again?"

Shui Bing'er whispered to herself, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

As Shui Bing'er's mood fluctuated, the environment of Ice God Island also changed.

The wind in Iceland became colder, and the surrounding ice crystals gave off a faint light, revealing a melancholy atmosphere.

On the island, Feng Xiaotian, who was trying to understand the key to the infinite blows of the wind, felt Shui Bing'er's sadness, and couldn't help but stop his movements, his face moved.

"Elder Bing'er is so melancholy. It seems that the lawful elder left her again and went on a mission."

Feng Xiaotian said to himself.

Every time the two parted, they could feel this aura.

"The relationship between Elder Bing'er and Elder Lawful is really enviable."

Huo Wu said softly.

Looking at Feng Xiaotian, her eyes flashed with yearning.

Huo Wushuang clenched his fists with high morale.

"The two elders favor us so much, we must not let down the elders' expectations!"

Feng Xiaotian nodded and said firmly: "Let's go, we must grow up as soon as possible and share the worries of the two elders as soon as possible."

The three of them became excited and determined to practice harder.

Thousands of years later.

Shuijia.

At this time, the Shui family was prosperous and magnificent.

Inside and outside the courtyard, many disciples came in an endless stream and were full of life.

In the core area of ​​Shuijia, there stands a solemn and sacred building, which is the Temple of Gods.

The temples stand tall and majestic.

On the top of the huge temple, there are statues of the major gods.

The god of fire is surrounded by fire, blazing and majestic, the god of wind is as elegant as clouds, the god of thunder is powerful in all directions, the god of healing is gentle and peaceful, and the god of angels has elegant wings.

All the gods from the past dynasties of the mainland are displayed here.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the statue of Ice God standing in the center of the temple.

The entire hall seemed to be enveloped by the aura of this ice god, exuding an indescribable mysterious power.

The Shui family’s temples are famous throughout the continent.

The status of the Shui family is also more noble because of the existence of the temples.

In front of the temples, a group of disciples and elders of the Shui family gathered outside. They all looked solemnly and reverently at the statues of gods in the temple, their hearts filled with piety and awe.

A young disciple sighed excitedly: "The temples are indeed the place of glory for my Shui family."

The elder beside him solemnly taught: "The temples carry the hard work and wisdom of countless ancestors of my Shui family. Every god is an example for us to practice."

Everyone looked solemn, and they couldn't help but feel proud of their status as Shui family members.

At this moment.

Outside Shui's house, in an old tavern, several drinkers gathered around a round table.

They looked at the hustle and bustle outside and began to talk about the upcoming conference of the gods.

"I heard that the Shui Family's management of the temples is very strict, and no one is allowed to enter or exit privately on weekdays."

"After all, that is the core area of ​​the Shui family, and entry and exit must be permitted by the Shui family."

"But this time it's different. It's the Conference of the Gods that happens every ten years! The inheritance powers of the major gods are coming. This is a rare event!"

"I heard that the statues in the temples contain the source of divine power."

"These inheritance families have come from thousands of miles away. In addition to worshiping their own gods and holding worship ceremonies, they also want to gain the recognition of the gods and obtain the source of their divine power!"

"It's a pity that over the years, countless people have tried, but no one has been able to successfully obtain the power of inheritance in the statue."

"Yes, the current conference of gods is just a formality."

"The inheritance forces from all sides gathered in the Shui family just to show their strength and secretly compete."

"That's it, if we can go into the temples and take a look during our lifetime, it will be worth our while."

The Conference of the Gods is about to begin.

The forces inherited from the gods from all sides arrived one after another.

Shui Yuanchen, as the representative of the Shui family, stood at the entrance of the temple, welcoming the arrival of all forces.

"Welcome all descendants of the gods, as well as all clansmen and disciples, to the Shui family to participate in this conference of gods!"

"Next, please follow me into the palace!"

Shui Yuanchen's voice echoed through the sky.

The door of the temple slowly opened, and the sacred breath came oncoming.

The inherited family forces of the major gods came to the scene one after another.

Feng Huolei, the three family heads, were the first to bear the brunt and brought their own powerful men into the temples.

The Pope of the Wuhun Temple, wearing a golden crown and a solemn expression, also led many elders and elite disciples of the Wuhun Temple to step into the hall with steady steps.

As the representatives of various family forces entered the temple one after another, the entire hall was filled with excitement.

Representatives of the various gods and inheritance forces do not get along well with each other.

Except Shuijia.

They have been fighting openly and secretly with each other for a long time, and naturally they don't agree with anyone.

Everyone greeted each other superficially.

There is a strange atmosphere and undercurrents.

After entering the main hall, the head of the Feng family and the Huo family couldn't help but focus on Yu Tianhao, the head of the Lei family.

Feeling the sharp and hateful looks from the two of them, Yu Tianhao felt a little uncomfortable and unconsciously moved away from the two of them.

Yu Qingluan dressed up carefully today. She was wearing an elegant aqua blue fairy dress. She exuded a beautiful temperament and was particularly pure and charming.

The tulle cloak on the back flutters in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth, and has become the focus of everyone's attention.

Yu Qingluan approached Yu Tianhao and asked in a low voice: "Father, haven't you always had a good relationship with the two heads of the Huo family and the Feng family? Why didn't you say anything when we met today?"