Douluo’s Haotian Myth

　　 Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue passed through the golden vortex and then came to a luminous passage. They walked along the passage and finally came to the temple of inheritance of the Angel God.

　　 This is a hexagonal empty temple supported by six huge golden stone pillars, and the temple is densely covered with mysterious lines. It is suspended above the void, surrounded by a dark night sky, and you can see a few stars.

　　 Qian Renxue looked at the temple in front of her curiously. In the center of the hall was a statue of an angel with a gray color, and in front of the statue was an angel sword of the same color.

　　 "Grandpa, is this the Angel Temple?"

　　 "Yes, this is the real angel temple." Qian Daoliu looked mysterious and strange.

　　 "The angel **** is the **** who controls the sky, Cher, use your blood to awaken the angel holy sword!"

　　 Qian Renxue nodded, and in accordance with Qian Daoliu's instructions, a burst of soul power pierced his finger, and blood in the powder was sprinkled on the round gem on the hilt of the Angel's Holy Sword.

　　 This blood seemed to stimulate the Angel's Holy Sword, and the round gem burst out with a strong adsorption force, which instantly attracted her fingers, and at the same time began to madly swallow Qian Renxue's blood.

　　 Qian Renxue frowned, her body trembling involuntarily.

　　 As the blood swallowed more and more, the Angel Holy Sword began to glow with a strong golden light, and her spirit was forced out by itself, and twelve golden wings stretched out from behind.

　　 Qiandao Liu could only watch this scene nervously.

　　 Time slowly passed, and the golden light on the angel's holy sword became stronger and brighter, rendering the angel temple radiant. Perhaps affected by the golden light, the golden lines on the angel temple seemed to come alive, emitting a pale golden light and gradually increasing.

　　 Qian Daoliu watched this scene, and came to the angel statue. The golden flame rose from him and poured into the angel statue.

　　 "Grandpa, what are you going to do, stop it!" Qian Renxue seemed to have realized something, struggling with all his strength, bursting out shocking energy fluctuations, but at this time she had lost too much blood and she was completely powerless.

　　 Qian Daoliu kindly said, "Xue'er, listen to me, this is my grandfather's mission. As the guardian of the angel god, only my sacrifice can arouse the angel's power and you can take the last step."

　　 Qian Renxue's eyes were dripping with golden tears, and his face was very painful. She didn't want to use her grandfather's life to become her own angelic god, it would be better not to become a god.

"Child, there is a loss to gain. This is fate. Before leaving, grandpa was telling you one thing. The main reason why your mother was bad to you and even abandoned you was your father. I know the whole story. This is also one of the reasons why I didn't kill her after she killed your father. The most important thing is that you just lost your father and I don't want you to lose your mother."

　　 Qian Renxue listened to grandpa's words, she seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, her expression unacceptable, "How is this possible?"

　　 "Xue'er, you must withstand the pain, become the **** of angels, and lead the Wuhun Temple to unify the mainland. If you meet Tang Chen in the future, defeat him for me...!"

　　 The golden flames completely submerged Qian Daoliu's body.

　　 "Grandpa, grandpa..." Qian Renxue regained her senses, struggling desperately, and cried out in pain.

　　 At this moment, the abnormal change regenerated, and a soft sigh suddenly sounded in the void.

"Ugh!"

　　 The voice was like Huang Zhongda Lu, and Qian Renxue was awakened from the pain immediately.

"Who?"

　　 The void was silent, and the next moment, a sacred golden light descended into the temple, transforming into a middle-aged hero wearing golden armor.

　　 Qianrenxue's pupils shrank slightly, and intuitively told her that this middle-aged heroic hero was a deity.

　　 And I don’t know why, this middle-aged heroine gave her a kind of cordial feeling, thinking that this is the temple of angels, the identity of the middle-aged heroic fighters is about to come out, the **** of angels.

　　 Qian Renxue quickly said, "The younger granddaughter Qian Renxue has seen the ancestors of angels!"

　　 "As expected of my descendants, I guessed my identity all at once." Yingwu middle-aged admired.

　　 Yes, the person here is no one else but Qian Kongyu, the first angel god.

　　 At the same time, the gods, the **** of Rakshasa noticed the lower realm of angel gods, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

　　 "Qian Kongyu, want to guide the descendant through the lower bound of the affinity, as if my descendant affinity did not exceed the limit?"

　　 talk, the **** of the Rakshasa also left the **** realm and descended to the land of inheritance.

　　 Angel Temple.

　　 Qian Renxue cried, "Ancestor, why do I want my grandpa to sacrifice for me when I become a god?"

　　 "A **** is a creature of another level, can it be easily accomplished? Your grandfather's contribution is worthwhile, and you must not let him down!" Qian Kongyu said solemnly.

　　 Qian Renxue questioned, "Ancestor, since you can come here, then grandpa doesn't have to sacrifice at all."

"First of all, deities have rules of deities, no deity can intervene in human affairs. I can come mainly because your inheritance affinity exceeds the limit, so I can come, but I can’t directly help you, only Give you a reasonable point. Also, if you have cultivated to the current state, you should have a deep understanding of the soul and the body. As my offspring, how can I let him sacrifice in vain, his soul will be in my power Enter the God Realm under the guidance, and you will naturally reunite with the God Realm in the future. So, if you want to see your grandfather, try to inherit my angelic position!" Qian Kongyu explained.

　　 Qian Renxue's face showed joy, "Thank you ancestors for dispelling doubts!"

　　 "Okay, tell me how your martial soul mutated. This is another purpose of my coming." Qian Kongyu's tone became serious.

　　 Qian Renxue was taken aback, UU reading www.uukanshu.com had to narrate the matter of the Haotian Sword fragment to the ancestor in detail.

Qian Kongyu murmured to himself, "A fragment of an artifact can make your martial soul mutate and your comprehension greatly increased. It seems that this fragment is not simple, it is probably a handwriting that transcends the existence of a **** king. This fragment is about Significance is the key to becoming the king of God and beyond, so you must find it back."

　　 "But I am not Tang Bufan's opponent at all." Qian Renxue said ashamed.

　　 Qian Kongyu said silently, "After you become a god, don't rush to find Tang Bufan, you are not his opponent."

　　 "Ancestor, is it possible that Tang Bufan has become a **** before me?"

Qian Kongyu nodded, "You guessed it right. Not only has he become a god, but he has become a **** with his own power. No one knows how strong he is, but he is stronger than you. There is no doubt that you need it. What we did was to master the angel's magical skills and wait for the opportunity to join forces with the inheritor of the Rakshasa. Only in this way can we defeat Tang Bufan."

　　 Qian Renxue was a little silent upon hearing this. Of course he knew who the inheritor of Rakshasa was!

　　 Qian Kongyu said lightly, "Well, don't worry about these problems for the time being. You will have time to think after you complete the angelic inheritance."

　　 After finishing speaking, Qian Kongyu waved a strong golden light and enveloped Qian Renxue.

　　 Then, he shook his head and returned to the God Realm.

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