The ninth soul ring of Qiandaoliu flickered, and the gate of the heavenly kingdom that had previously resisted Yang Dong's Dark Sky Fluctuation Eye reappeared.

The ninth soul skill was originally not the gate of heaven, but after receiving the blessing of the angel god, it became this skill, and in addition to super defense, the most important role of this skill is actually communication.

At the moment when the Gate of Heaven appeared, the sacred fire burned on Qiandaoliu's body again, and there was a strange energy transmitted to Qiandaoliu's body on the Gate of Heaven.

Rumble!

A new pair of wings grew beyond the three pairs of holy wings, and the surging power filled the body of the thousand streams.

Octopus Angel!

The eight-winged angel, the third-level deity under the Angel Divine Seat, the moment the eight-winged appeared, the light between heaven and earth was all concentrated on his body.

At this moment, Qiandaoliu received the blessing of the power of the third-level gods, and he was the new angel.

"That's the power of the gods."

Qiandaoliu felt the power in his body intoxicated, and there was a world of difference between him and his previous self, the only pity was that he could only maintain it for three minutes in his current state.

However, three minutes was enough to deal with Yang Dong on the opposite side, because he had gained the power of the gods.

Bang!

A simple and rude punch was thrown out of Qiandaoliu's hand, and Wu Yue, Yunxi and the others who were blocking him were like a thin piece of paper, easily torn apart.

After being torn apart, in the abyss world, the bodies of Wu Yue and the others all spurted out a mouthful of blood, and their faces turned pale.

The soul is divided, and although the main body will not die, it will definitely not be comfortable.

"Is this the power of the gods?"

At this moment, they are even more urgent to become gods.

And on the Douluo Continent, in the end, Carlo blocked Qiandaoliu's punch, but his body also became illusory.

"You're a god too?"

Qiandaoliu snorted softly, with a contemptuous smile on his face.

Is this Yang Dong's hole card? It has even reached the god level.

"You're too weak, though!"

Qiandaoliu took another step forward, and the eight wings behind him emitted immeasurable light, making his whole person even more sacred.

Raised his fist again and smashed it at Carlo.

The gap is too big, the eight-winged angel is the bottom existence in the third-level gods, but compared to Carlo, who has just reached the god level, the eight-winged angel is still invincible.

Bang!

The smoke disappeared, and under the attack of Qiandaoliu, Carlo was no longer able to resist this time, and his soul was shattered and dissipated from the Douluo Continent.

"You'll be next."

Qiandaoliu's eyes were sharp, and his eyes looked at Yang Dong who was standing on the body of Yang Daoxiu.

From the time he received the blessing of divine power to the time he defeated Carlo, the process was only a short five seconds, and five seconds was a little insignificant for him with a three-minute time.

The people on the ground were stunned, is this the true strength of Angel Douluo?

The holy light on his body made people can't help but want to give birth to the thoughts of surrender, and they watched with their own eyes that Qiandaoliu killed four powerful guys with just two punches.

"It's horrible."

"With such an existence, I'm afraid that only Tang Chen can fight with it, right?"

Seeing Qiandaoliu's might, the expressions of the people below became bitter, especially Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, now he knew how ridiculous what he was doing in front of these people with absolute power.

All calculations will eventually be shattered by the Iron Fist.

Yang Dong was stared at by Qiandaoliu, and his scalp was also numb, the eight-winged angel had a strength comparable to that of a third-level god, and what he was most worried about finally happened.

Sure enough, Chidoryu has mastered the means of communicating with the gods, and can even borrow the power of the gods.

"Demon God Enchantment!"

Sitting still was not Yang Dong's style, and several ghost arrays turned into colored pillars of light, creating a ghost and god enchantment that Yang Dong hadn't used for a long time.

"It's up to you, Drasius."

Yang Dong said cautiously.

The only thing he can rely on now is the seventh evil god terrifying Raxiu, although his eighth soul ring and ninth soul ring have been condensed, but it is a pity that he can't use any of the skills of these two soul rings.

He has used three of the four-system skill ultimate, and now there is only one blood qi skill with great restrictions left unused.

It's not far from the end of the mountain.

"My lord, don't worry, it's just a birdman with eight wings, and I've killed eight thousand, if not ten thousand."

The value of the existence of the Ghost and God Enchantment is actually to strengthen the combat power of the Terraxiu Sect, and that strong defensive ability is as incidental as the Gate of Heaven of the Thousand Daolius.

Although he said this, his expression also became serious.

Its current strength is about the same as that of a third-level god, but it may not be able to win the other side.

However, if it is pushed to a certain extent, it still has an ultimate hole card.

But as a last resort, it didn't want to use this kind of trick of hurting the enemy by one thousand and inflicting eight hundred.

"Roar!"

Drasius roared angrily, and his huge body collided with the Thousand Streams.

The battle between the two did not generate as many energy fluctuations as before, but it was much more dangerous than before.

In more than ten seconds, the two have fought hundreds of times.

The surrounding space became fragmented, and the Thousand Streams pulled back a distance, and the divine fire on his body was successfully transformed into the true fire of the sun after being blessed by the power of the gods!

"Sun Verdict!"

The divine sword in Qiandaoliu's hand absorbed the Sun True Fire, and in the next moment, the Sun True Fire that was compressed to the extreme was thrown out by him, transforming into a flame sword and stabbing at the Divine Ray.

"Click!"

"With such a weak sun fire, you are embarrassed to use it?"

Under the gaze of Qiandaoliu, the flaming sword that he pretended not to care about was swallowed into his stomach, and a painful look flashed in the corner of his eye.

Anyway, he is also an existence of the same level, and the Sun True Fire is notoriously domineering, how can he really show him so easily.

"In that case, then I'll show you the strong ones!"

Qiandaoliu's expression remained unchanged, flapping the eight-winged wings behind him, and the true fire of the sun from the sun came out of his body again.

But unlike before, this time the true fire of the sun began to burn itself.

His entire body was stained with a layer of golden fireworks, which was a necessary divine skill for angels, and the name was Golden Apotheosis.

Angels all have the ability to use the true fire of the sun, and the deification of gold is to make the true fire of the sun burn a few times and become a golden angel, but the true fire of the sun is too domineering and can be maintained for a short time.

Now Qiandaoliu has used this trick and changed into a golden eight-winged angel, and his strength can already be among the best among the third-level gods.

"Can you still stop me?"

There was a hint of pain in the golden pupils of the Thousand Streams, and he stood proudly above the sky, looking at Zarache with contempt.