Silence, as if everything was silent, in the sky above the Martial Spirit Hall, except for Chen Xiaoming standing in the air, no one made any sound.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Ma Hongjun and others are already numb, they have seen too much, they don't know how to describe it.

And Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Flanders and the others were also speechless.

Just when they were still lamenting the strength of the Martial Spirit Palace, Chen Xiaoming had already killed the Martial Spirit Hall by himself.

The number of Titled Douluo who were killed was almost a handful, and there were several who were seriously injured.

Angel Douluo Qiandaoliu, who was known as the strongest in the Martial Spirit Palace, didn't even block Chen Xiaoming's move, he was knocked away and seriously injured directly.

In such a situation, even Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, who had seen a big scene, were completely blinded.

"Ugh."

It's not just who sighed, the Golden Crocodile Douluo, who didn't leave the Martial Spirit Palace, was flushed at the moment, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body, which was originally getting better, was now seriously injured again.

But Golden Crocodile Douluo did not hesitate, his figure flashed, and he hurriedly walked towards the place where Qiandaoliu fell.

Bibi Dong looked at the defeated Qiandaoliu, she was in a very responsible mood, Qiandaoliu was seriously injured, she should have been happy, but now she is not happy at all.

Because Qiandao was defeated, all the great undertakings of the Wuhun Hall were empty talk.

"Ahem, ahem."

Qiandaoliu, who fell to the ground, was pale, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, he didn't think that he would lose so badly.

With a top-level martial soul, the Seraphim martial soul, he can't even take a move from the other party.

"Ahem, you've become a god?"

Raising his head, he looked at Chen Xiaoming in the air with difficulty, the latter was shrouded in silver light at the moment, and Qiandaoliu asked suspiciously.

is also a Title Douluo, how can the other party be so much stronger than himself!

The only explanation is that the other party has become a god, but looking at the other party's blood-colored 100,000-year soul ring, Qiandaoliu's eyes couldn't help but dim.

"I lost, I didn't expect to lose so completely."

I don't know if it's unwilling, or nostalgia, or despair, in short, Qiandaoliu's expression is very complicated.

Equally complicated is Chen Xiaoming, looking at the defeated people under him, Chen Xiaoming did not kill him, he has already reached the peak of mortals in this world.

If you go further, it will be the path to becoming a god at the hundredth level.

There are not many gods, just those people, minus some who are not strong, such as the god of food, and the remaining angel gods, the strength is also good.

His gaze swept from under him, and he stayed on Tang San, Bibi Dong, and Qiandaoliu for a moment.

Since he has chosen to embark on this path, it is time for Chen Xiaoming to prepare for the future.

For example, while waiting for the experience points to increase, urge the protagonists of these planes to grow up quickly.

is so boring that Chen Xiaoming is already invincible to the point where he cultivates his own gods and cultivates his opponents!

"Qiandaoliu, Bibi Dong, five years, I will only give you five years, after five years, I need to fight with the gods, otherwise, the Martial Spirit Hall will be destroyed!"

The cold words made Bibi Dong and Qiandaoliu both stunned, fighting with God? What does this mean?

Qiandaoliu, who enshrined the god of angels, seemed to think of something for a while, and looked at Chen Xiaoming's gaze with a stunned expression.

In his life, Tang Chen was his biggest opponent, but he also admired Tang Chen's strength and courage. It's just that he didn't expect that today he saw a person who was even more courageous than Tang Chen.

Five years later, will there be a battle with God?

Qian Daoliu glanced behind him, a figure appeared in his mind, and then gritted his teeth, showing a trace of determination in his eyes.

"Okay, in this battle, my Martial Spirit Hall should be killed!"

Chen Xiaoming nodded when he saw it, what if he killed Qiandaoliu, now that he has improved his soul power, he should not be the opponent of gods like Shura Gods.

The other party is the spokesperson of the God of Angels, just like Bo Saixi on Poseidon Island, if you don't give face to Qiandaoliu, you still have to give face to the God of Angels.

The figure floated down, Chen Xiaoming fell in front of Dai Mubai and the others, looking at the returning Chen Xiaoming, Dai Mubai, the fat man Ma Hongjun and others didn't know how to express their inner excitement and admiration, Xiao Wu and Tang San walked slowly.

"Thank you!"

The two of them bowed down to Chen Xiaoming sincerely and thanked him, there were so many Titled Douluo in the Martial Spirit Palace, Tang San knew that if it wasn't for Chen Xiaoming, he would not have been able to save Xiao Wu even if he had fought hard.

"Okay, I've returned the favor of your soul bone, junior."

waved his hand indifferently, Wuhun Hall is just that, no matter how many mortals there are, they are mortals after all.

However, Chen Xiaoming turned to look at one place lightly, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Why, I've been watching it for a long time, and I still haven't come out?"

Chen Xiaoming's words made everyone stunned, is there anyone else?

Dai Mubai and the others thought that there were still lurking powerhouses in the Martial Spirit Palace, and they couldn't help but be slightly nervous, but when they saw Chen Xiaoming beside them, they were also relieved.

A black figure appeared silently, it was a middle-aged man, who looked to be about fifty years old, tall and burly, wearing a torn robe on his body, revealing the bronzed skin underneath, a sleepy-eyed and hazy appearance, his head was messy like a bird's nest, and his beard had not been tidied for I don't know how many days.

"Hmph, what do you think we should do with the original hammer?"

With a cold snort, the person in front of him, besides Haotian Douluo Tang Hao, could it be.

At the beginning, I was young and ignorant, pretending to be technical, phew, my cultivation was not high enough, and I was almost hit by a hammer to pretend to be a signboard.

Now that it is rare to meet again, Chen Xiaoming couldn't help but look at Tang Hao with interest.

"Ahem, Your Excellency laughed, with Your Excellency's current strength, I will naturally be at your disposal."

After saying that, Tang Hao looked like he was at his disposal, but there was a flash of light in his eyes, and he understood it very well.

With the strength of the other party, he has already been exposed, and if he really wants to calculate the original account, he can't even block it with a stick, so he can finish the game directly, why do you need to call yourself out with such a lot of effort.

"Uninteresting, uninteresting, gone."

The strength has reached the point where it is now, soul power, soul ring, soul bone, blood origin power, Chen Xiaoming's strength is stronger than before, I don't know how many times, and now bullying Tang Hao with a sick and disabled title Douluo is really a bit of a loss.

"By the way, junior, your father's account is counted on your head, five years later, Shrek Academy, I will take you to the place where you became a god as promised before, remember, when you become a god, you need to fight with me instead of your father."

Life is as lonely as snow, Chen Xiaoming finished speaking, but he no longer paid attention to it, and in the flickering of his figure, he had already left, gradually drifting away.

The words of the empty space that contain its soul power echo in the air.

Aoki reflects the green willows, sassy like meteors.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.