"You're here."

The snowflakes were flying in the winter all around, but at this moment they were all melting, the sky suddenly cleared, and a round of scorching sun was on the head, Chen Xiaoming glanced at it casually and smiled lightly.

In the middle of the air, a woman who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a golden palace dress, the style was simple and elegant, the golden standing collar protected her snow-white and slender neck, and a long golden hair was casually draped behind her.

Her golden eyes are as calm as water, and between her eyebrows, she has a small Seraphim brand, which is extremely attractive with her stunning face.

"You don't seem surprised at all!"

Looking at Chen Xiaoming more indifferent than herself, Qian Lingxue couldn't help but be a little puzzled, the latter and he had never been masked, the reason why she knew Chen Xiaoming was because of the shame that Chen Xiaoming brought to the Wuhun Hall in that battle.

The lives of his grandfather, as well as several elders of the Martial Spirit Palace, must be paid with blood.

"Huh? Surprised, why should I be surprised. ”

With a raised brow, Chen Xiaoming's figure slowly floated in the air, standing at the same height as Qianrenxue.

"You know, I've been waiting for eight years to become gods!"

"Do you know how I've spent the last eight years?"

Chen Xiaoming's mood gradually rose, his eyes were excited and excited, his hands gradually clenched, and he remembered that in the past eight years, he insisted on basking in the sun for an hour every day, taking a lunch break for an hour, plus afternoon tea leisure time, in his spare time, walking all over the Douluo Continent, looking at the scenery everywhere and so on.

"For the past eight years, I have been practicing hard every day. Every day..... Mmmm, all you have to do is know I'm working hard, anyway. ”

Chen Xiaoming was still ready to continue to talk about two sentences, but he had never cultivated hard, so how could he know what it was like to cultivate hard.

Anyway, he worked very hard, and he had indeed been cultivating for eight years, after all, his system had been breathing every day for eight years, increasing his experience points, which should be regarded as his cultivation.

Uh-huh, it must be counted!

System: MMP, Lao Tzu will hang you up, you are still shameless! That's Lao Tzu practicing!

"I don't want to know how you lived, I just want to say that the shame you brought to the Martial Spirit Hall at the beginning needs you to repay it with blood today!"

Qianrenxue's eyes gradually became cold, eight years ago, Chen Xiaoming defeated Qiandaoliu and destroyed most of the Martial Soul Palace, the Martial Soul Palace's Title Douluo suffered heavy casualties, and she was urgently recalled when she was lurking in the Heaven Dou Palace.

Qiandaoliu, who was severely injured by Chen Xiaoming, has been dragging his seriously injured body, opening the test of angel inheritance.

In the end, the seriously injured Qiandaoliu finally made it to the end of the assessment and sacrificed himself.

However, defeating Chen Xiaoming has become Qiandaoliu's biggest obsession.

This obsession also affected Qianrenxue in the past eight years.

That's why Qianrenxue became a god, and she came to find Chen Xiaoming.

Qian Lingxue's words made Chen Xiaoming frown, the smile on his face gradually tightened, and his eyes sharpened. Repaid with blood?

"Very good, what happened back then, regardless of right or wrong, since you have become a god, then if you want to be ashamed, it depends on whether your fist is big enough."

Chen Xiaoming's body shook, and an invisible wave spread out around it, and a faint silver light instantly enveloped the surrounding 10,000-meter range.

Qian Lingxue was very calm, letting the silver light envelop herself, her face was still indifferent, and she looked at Chen Xiaoming with a pair of eyes, waiting for his move.

She wants to defeat her grandfather with one blow just like Chen Xiaoming did when she defeated her grandfather, when he is at his strongest.

"Let's shoot!"

Qian Lingxue's indifferent words made Chen Xiaoming slightly stunned, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Let him shoot? For many years, since he came to this Douluo Continent, no one dared to talk to him like this.

"Interesting, interesting, a mere angel god, how dare he be so arrogant."

Chen Xiaoming was also interested for a while, glanced at the experience points in the system, but he was not in a hurry to upgrade, a cold light flashed in Chen Xiaoming's eyes, he wanted to see how strong a real god is.

"Boom."

The soul power in Chen Xiaoming's body exploded, and the majestic soul power gushed out like an ocean, and nine 100,000-year soul rings flew out, slowly rhythmically moving around his body, and the soul bones ran to the extreme, and the terrifying aura turned into a blood-colored pillar, soaring into the sky.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang......."

There were muffled sounds all around, and the air let out a violent roar, and nine blood-colored 100,000-year-old souls flew around the blood pillar.

"Out."

The Aoki Tree Martial Spirit appeared in his right hand, and the nine soul rings flew down instantly, a scorching red light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the Aoki Tree Martial Spirit instantly grew wildly, but in just a moment's effort, it grew to a height of thirty meters.

From top to bottom, the nine soul rings moved around the Aoki tree in turn, and with Chen Xiaoming's right hand, they suddenly retracted, like a ring, and strangled on the Aoki tree.

The red 100,000-year soul ring continued to permeate, and as the first 100,000-year soul ring penetrated into it, there was a blood-colored trace on the originally cyan green wood tree. The Aoki tree, which was already majestic, was a little more powerful at the moment.

Chen Xiaoming was in control, he was not in a hurry to use his bloodline, since Qianrenxue gave him the opportunity to let go, he didn't mind playing.

This move can be said to be the most peak move of Chen Xiaoming's soul power, and the inspiration comes from Sword Douluo Chenxin.

I have to say that although Sword Douluo Chenxin's strength is not strong enough, the latter's comprehension is not comparable to ordinary people.

He integrated all his soul rings into the Martial Soul Seven Killing Sword, thus greatly increasing the power of the Seven Killing Sword, Chen Xiaoming had this idea when he fought with him at the beginning.

Although he does not have Haotian Sect's explosive ring stunt, Chen Xiaoming has also achieved the point of melting the rings and integrating the nine rings over the years.

"Ding..... Bite..... Bite..... Bite...... Bite..... Ding....."

The second soul ring, the third soul ring, the fourth soul ring......

As the 100,000-year-old soul rings were integrated into the Aoki Tree Martial Soul, the original cyan Aoki Tree was emitting dazzling red rays at this moment.

The majestic soul power continued to converge, and Qianyue, who had been unmoved, had a trace of solemnity in her expression at this moment, and she had just become the god of angels, and from this blow, she felt threatened.

"Not good."

Qianyue's face changed drastically, her smile disappeared, and an indescribable majesty bloomed from her, and a layer of golden brilliance emerged from the surface of her body like a mist.

"Ding."

With the last light sound, the ninth soul ring merged into the Aoki tree, and under the majestic soul power, the Aoki tree, which was more than thirty meters high, instantly shrank to three meters in size, like a red wooden stick, and smashed directly at Qianrenxue.

The terrifying power, just by waving, seemed to smash the surrounding space, and in an instant, a series of dark space cracks emerged.

"Pick up, Qianrenxue."

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great skill does not work."