(2nd Update)

Wuhun Empire, Wuhun City.

Since the Wuhun Hall raised its troops, Wuhun City has swept away the coldness of the past, as the central capital of the entire Wuhun Empire, it has become more and more prosperous here, and from time to time, you can see merchants from the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire coming and going.

Yes, you read that right.

Obviously, the front line of the Wuhun Empire is at war with the Star Luo Empire, but the huge interests still drive this group of merchants who are not afraid of death to come to trade, and bring back the living creatures that are in short supply in the Star Luo Empire through exchange of goods and nothings, and get rich rewards.

On the streets, pedestrians come and go, and the stream is endless.

In the entire Wuhun City, there are only two places that are relatively few people visit.

The first is the Pope's Palace, which is extremely heavily guarded to prevent the assassins of the Star Luo Empire from infiltrating and spying on the military.

The second is the Hall of Elders, since the Great Offering Qiandaoliu came back, it was like a different person, he often stayed in the temple for retreat, and he didn't communicate much with others, and even other offerings, he couldn't see him in person.

And at this moment, this great worshipper, who is extremely mysterious in the eyes of almost everyone, is sitting cross-legged in front of a huge angelic statue, with a diamond-shaped gem appearing on his forehead.

Raising his arm, a bit of blood detached from the fingers of the Thousand Streams and landed on the round transparent gem on the hilt of the dull longsword in front of the angel idol.

The blood of the thousand streams was not pure, on the contrary, it only had a faint hint of gold, and more of a chaotic color mixed in it, revealing a sense of chaos and destruction, which was the sequelae that the God of Destruction helped him leave.

However, there is no big problem.

As soon as the jewel absorbed the blood of a thousand streams, he was suddenly shocked, as if he wanted to repel this contaminated blood.

However, the blood was retained with the will of the God of Destruction, whose godhead far surpassed that of the Angels, not to mention that it was just a gem, and after less than two seconds of stalemate, the gem finally gave up resistance and allowed the blood to enter it.

Immediately afterward, the smooth gem, like a vampire thirsty for blood, sent an extremely powerful attraction, frantically devouring thousands of streams of blood.

The wound that Qiandaoliu had cut open in the fingertips suddenly burst out with a lot of dark red blood, about 400 grams, all of which were absorbed by the gem.

Qiandaoliu was expressionless, and this had been expected for a long time.

One after another, soul rings emerged from under Qiandaoliu's body, a total of nine soul rings, yellow, purple, black, three colors, complementing each other, with a unique taste.

At the same moment, the martial soul of Qiandaoliu automatically emerged, and six huge wings stretched out in mid-air.

The strange thing is that the wings of the Angel Martial Soul of Qiandaoliu are no longer pure white, but are affected by the divine power of the God of Destruction, half white, half black, and become extremely weird.

"It's been a long time, and I finally have a chance to become a god at level 100."

With a sigh, Qiandaoliu's face looked a little withered.

As his blood flowed more and more, the gems on the hilt of the long sword gradually lit up, and the white half of the wings of the Thousand Streams were rendered golden yellow, but they could not exert any influence on the other half of the wings.

The long sword in front of the angel god statue released more and more golden rays, reflecting the entire hall of elders with golden brilliance, and everywhere was filled with golden light visible to the naked eye, as if he was in the kingdom of the great angel god.

Even the patterns engraved on the surrounding walls began to become vibrant, and the faint light flowed, as if they were coming to life, which was amazing.

The endless divine and vast golden light, like a bird's nest, continued to pour into the body of a thousand streams.

At this moment, the momentum on Qiandaoliu's body was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hair, which was also rendered half black and half white, actually rose up automatically without wind, and fluttered behind him, looking extremely handsome.

It's been a long time, and I don't know if it's been a day, or two days, or a month.

When Qiandaoliu opened his eyes again, his eyes were glowing with gold.

Obviously, his face is still the same as a human, but it inexplicably makes people feel that he is no longer human, and even makes people feel a sense of worship from the bottom of their hearts.

"The God of Destruction left me a hand, and he actually left the God of Destruction power in my body, deliberately stuck me, and prevented me from becoming a god at level 100 so smoothly."

Feeling the fluctuation of soul power rolling in his body, and the thin diaphragm that was only a thin layer away from becoming a god, Qiandaoliu's face suddenly became gloomy.

Although the God of Destruction promised in every possible way that once Qiandaoliu killed Yang Ming as a tumor in this world, he could join the god system where the God of Destruction was located after becoming a god, and leapfrog the low-level gods and become a middle-level god, but after all, Qiandaoliu inherited the divine position of the God of Angels, which was incompatible with the god of destruction, so he deliberately stuck his neck.

"It's a pity, I seem to know a little late, the Divine Power of Destruction has completely penetrated into my body, once I refuse to do anything for the God of Destruction, he can detonate the Divine Power of Destruction in my body in minutes, and wipe me and the Martial Spirit City under my feet from this world."

Another deep sigh.

Outsiders see him as very beautiful, including Pope Bibi Dong, who is very wary of his return, and thinks that he is worthy of being a thousand-year-old turtle, and there are many hidden hole cards.

But only Qiandaoliu himself knows that he has lost his free body, life and death depend on the idea of the God of Destruction, if the other party wants him to die, he must die, if he wants to live, it is difficult for him to commit suicide.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

Qiandaoliu's eyes moved, and the golden light that covered the entire hall suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Even he himself reverted to his former appearance, looking like an old man without any threat, except for his half-white, half-black hair, which was particularly eye-catching.

The door opens.

Pope Bibi Dong walked in from outside the temple gate with a dark face.

"Nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, Bibi Dong, what are you looking for me?" Qiandaoliu said calmly.

Pope Bibi Dong shook his right hand, threw a bag of things to Qiandaoliu, and said coldly: "Just look at what this thing is, you will know." ”

Unwrapping the package, Qianrenxue's underwear was reflected in the eyes of Qiandaoliu.

Qiandaoliu was the same as Pope Bibi Dong, his face suddenly became gloomy, black as the bottom of a pot.

"Who sent this? How is Qianyue now? ”

"It was sent by Yang Ming's kid." Although Pope Bibi Dong was very unhappy with Qianrenxue, after all, she was born in October, and the lotus root was still connected, not to mention the mother and son, so she was extremely angry and said: "Qianrenxue has failed to lurk, and now she has been imprisoned by Yang Ming." ”