No matter how big the waves in the outside world are, Yang Dong is in no mood to pay attention, at this moment he is quietly staying by Lin Nuo's side, accompanying the old man next to him to complete the last journey of his life's journey.

This day finally came, Lin Nuo took Yang Dong's hand and smiled and passed away.

Lin Nuo's death can't even make a splash for the people of Notting City, after all, the rights of the old city lord have been hollowed out, how can an old man with no power and no strength get the attention of others.

Yang Dong followed Lin Nuo's instructions before his death, and handled Lin Nuo's posthumous affairs properly, except for Su Zhi's family to attend, no one else attended Lin Nuo's funeral.

After putting on the three sticks of incense, Yang Dong looked at Notting City in the distance, a city built by Lin Nuo.

"Are you alright?"

Xue Di was also a little sad, although she didn't stay for long, she could feel the feeling of being cared for from Lin Nuo's body.

This was also one of the reasons why she didn't urge Yang Dong to accompany her to the Star Dou Great Forest in the future.

"It's fine."

Yang shook his head, this is his grandfather's own choice, as a grandson, he has to respect the old man's will.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature.

In Su Yuntao's reluctant gaze, the figures of Yang Dong and Snow Emperor became farther and farther away, and soon disappeared from his field of vision.

"Let's go, son, your Uncle Yang and we are not from the same world."

Su Zhi said with emotion.

After this time, Yang Dong didn't know when he would come to Notting City again.

"No, Uncle Yang and I are people of the same world!"

Su Yuntao said secretly in his heart, the lone wolf martial soul has transformed into a one-eyed demon wolf martial soul, and has become a top-level beast martial soul, he has reason to believe that his future strength will not be too bad!

…………

Wuhun City, Wuhun Palace.

There was a black crowd on the Nuo Big Martial Spirit Square, but so many people didn't even have a single noise, and if they looked more closely, these people even subconsciously held their breath.

The former Pope of the Wuhun Palace, Qiandaoliu, stood quietly on the square like this, looking at Qianhiro lying in the crystal coffin.

He didn't speak, and the rest of the people didn't dare to speak.

He's dead?

Chido Stream trembled and stretched out his hand, gently stroking Chihiro's stiff face, and many memories flashed through his mind one by one.

The joy of Chihiro's birth, the joy of awakening the angelic martial soul at the age of six, the relief of watching his son inherit the throne of the pope, and now, a cold corpse is lying in front of him.

"Who is it?!"

After being silent for a long time, Chidoryu closed his eyes, no longer looked at Chihiro's corpse, and asked coldly.

At this moment, he was the calm before the storm, and his body seemed to be filled with countless gunpowder, and his anger could erupt at any moment.

Everyone's eyes fell on the girl kneeling in front of Chihiro's crystal coffin, the Holy Maiden of the Wuhun Hall Bibi Dong, everyone knows this, but more people want to know who killed Chihiro.

"I don't know that person, but Master he seems to know that person, and he still has a lot of grievances. By the way, I remember Master calling him Yang Dong! ”

Bibi Dong looked at the old man in front of him with a frightened expression, in front of this old man, she was like a duckweed floating on the sea, and she could be overturned in the sea at any time and fall into a place of no return.

Slowly said what she knew, all of what she said was true, without a trace of falsehood.

She really didn't know Yang Dong, and Qianxun did have a grudge with Yang Dong.

"Yang Dong?!"

Qiandaoliu frowned, with a thoughtful expression on his face, the only person in this world who has a grudge against Qianhiro is Yang Dong, who was born in the Wind Sword Sect.

However, with the encirclement and suppression of three Titled Douluo, among them, Quicksand Douluo and Blood Pattern Douluo have powerful martial soul fusion skills, plus the strength of Zhou Feng, this Super Douluo, he actually lost?

No matter how he thought about it, he felt a little unbelievable.

In twenty years, can you really improve your strength to that point?

"Where is he now?"

No matter what level Yang Dong's current strength reached, Qiandaoliu was confident that he would be able to slash him, because he was an Angel Douluo, standing on top of the entire Douluo Continent.

He regretted very much why he didn't strangle Yang Dong in the cradle and let him grow up, but after all, he still killed his own child.

"Huh?"

After not hearing a reply for a long time, Qiandaoliu frowned, and a huge mental pressure shrouded everyone in it, and some people who lacked strength were under his voice, their chests were stuffy, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

"Report the big offering, I don't know, I don't know the whereabouts of this person!"

An elder of the Pope's Palace saw Qiandaoliu's gaze fall on him, and secretly said that he was unlucky, and a cold sweat broke out on his back, so he could only explain hard.

It's funny that your own pope is dead, but you don't even know where the enemy is.

"Huh."

Qiandaoliu laughed, and soon turned from a sneer to a laugh, and the terrifying power from his body to the surroundings, as if a prehistoric beast was trampling them.

A minute later, all the people in the square were kneeling on the ground, except for Chidoryu, who was standing, as if in memory of the dead Pope Chihiro.

"Worship Hall Elder, follow me to Tiandou!"

Qiandaoliu suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of tiger eyes swept over everyone in the square like a demonstration, with an unquestionable will.

Since I can't find anyone, then I won't look for it.

My son died in the Heaven Dou Empire, so let's take someone from the Heaven Dou Empire to accompany the burial!

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

In the temple of worship.

Several Titled Douluo shouted in unison, following the will of Qiandaoliu.

Rumble!

Qiandaoliu martial soul possessed, Seraphim martial soul instantly possessed, three pairs of holy wings spread, and divine light dripped from his body like mercury to Chihiro's body.

This divine light has another name, the Divine Factor, which is a divine object, or gene, given to him by the ten-winged angel under the throne of the Angelic God.

With the divine factor, his strength will continue to improve, and in the future, he may be able to break through to the Eight Wings and become an angel with god-level strength.

But now, in order to save his only son, he directly cut off half of the divine factor.

With these divine factors, Chihiro's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even her face became ruddy, as if she was asleep instead of a dead person.

"There must be a way! I'm going to collect faith and exchange my son's life with God! ”

Qiandaoliu looked at Chihiro in the crystal coffin, and muttered to himself.

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