Chapter 634： 0 ways to become a god?

(Two more)

Wuhun Empire, Wuhun City.

Since the spirit hall of Wuhun Palace was raised, Wuhun City has swept away the coldness of the past. As the central capital of the entire Wuhun Empire, it has become increasingly prosperous. From time to time, you can see that merchants from the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire come and go here.

Yes, you read it right.

It is clear that the front line of the Wuhun Empire is fighting the Xingluo Empire, but the huge interests still drive this group of merchants who are not afraid of death to trade. Through the exchange of what is needed, the living things that the Xingluo Empire is in short supply will be brought back to the country to obtain rich remuneration.

On the streets, there is a constant flow of pedestrians.

In the entire Wuhun City, there were only two places that were relatively few people visited.

The first is the Papal Palace, which is extremely guarded to prevent the assassins of the Xingluo Empire from sneaking in to spy on the military.

The second is the Hall of the Elders. Since the great worship of Qian Daoliu came back, it is like a change of person. He often stays in the temple to retreat and does not communicate with others. Even other worships can’t see him in person. .

At this moment, this great worship, which is particularly mysterious in the eyes of almost everyone, is sitting cross-legged in front of a huge angel statue, with diamond-shaped gems appearing on his forehead.

Raising his arm, a little blood broke away from Qiandaoliu's fingers, and landed on the round transparent gem on the dim long sword hilt in front of the angel statue.

The blood of Qiandaoliu is not pure. On the contrary, it only has a hint of gold, and it is more of a chaotic color mixed in, revealing a sense of chaos and destruction. It is the **** of destruction who helped him stay. The sequelae of the next.

However, the problem is not big.

As soon as the gem absorbed the thousands of blood, he was shocked, as if he wanted to repel this contaminated blood.

However, the will of the God of Destruction remains in the blood, and the God of Destruction is far superior to the God of Angels, let alone just a gem. After a stalemate for less than two seconds, the gem finally gave up resistance. Entered by blood.

Immediately afterwards, the smooth jewel, like a vampire thirsting for blood, sent an extremely powerful attraction, devouring Qiandaoliu's blood frantically.

Qian Daoliu's cut in his fingertips suddenly burst out a lot of dark red blood, about 400 grams, all of which was absorbed by the gems.

Qian Daoliu had no expression on his face, he had already anticipated this.

One by one spirit ring emerged from Qian Daoliu's body, a total of nine spirit rings, yellow, purple, black, and three colors, each complementing each other, creating a unique taste.

At the same moment, Qian Daoliu's Martial Spirit emerged automatically, and six huge wings stretched out in midair to their heart's content.

The strange thing is that Qian Daoliu's angel martial soul wings are no longer pure white, but are affected by the divine power of the **** of destruction, half white and half black, becoming extremely strange.

"How long has it been, I finally have the opportunity to aspire to become a **** at the 100th level."

With a sigh, Qian Daoliu's face looked a little haggard.

As his blood flowed more and more, the gems on the hilt of the long sword gradually brightened, and the white half of Qiandao Liu's wings were rendered golden yellow, but it could not exert influence on the other half.

The long sword in front of the angel **** statue, the golden light released more and more prosperous, and the whole elder hall is reflected in a golden splendor, full of golden light visible to the naked eye everywhere, as if you are in the kingdom of the great angel god.

Even the patterns engraved on the surrounding walls began to become alive, and the faint rays of light flowed around, as if they had come to life, which was amazing.

The endless sacred and vast golden light, like a bird's nest, is constantly pouring into a thousand fluids.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu's aura was rising steadily at a speed visible to the naked eye. The hair that was also rendered half black and half white, unexpectedly rose automatically without wind, and swayed behind him, looking extremely divine. Jun.

For a long time, I don't know if one day has passed, or two days, or one month.

When Qian Daoliu opened his eyes again, his eyes flowed with golden color.

Obviously, he looks like a human, but it makes people feel that he is no longer human, and even makes people feel sincerely worshipping.

"The God of Destruction left me a hand. He actually left the power of destruction in my body, deliberately jamming me to prevent me from becoming a **** at a hundred levels so smoothly."

Feeling the wave of soul power in his body, and the thin barrier between becoming a god, Qian Daoliu's expression suddenly darkened.

Although the God of Destruction promised in every possible way that once Qian Daoliu killed Yang Ming’s cancer of the world, he could join the God of Destruction after becoming a god, and surpass the lower gods to become the middle god, but Qian Daoliu inherited after all It is the position of the **** of angels, which is incompatible with the **** of destruction, so he deliberately stuck his neck.

"It's a pity that I seem to know that it is a little late. The power of destruction has penetrated into my body. Once I refuse to do anything for the **** of destruction, he can detonate the power of destruction in my body within minutes, bringing me together with the martial arts under my feet. Soul city, erase it from this world."

There was another deep sigh.

Outsiders saw him as beautiful, including Pope Bibi Dong, who was very wary of his return. They felt that he was worthy of a thousand-year-old tortoise, and there were so many hidden cards.

But only Qian Daoliu knew that he had lost his free body, and his life and death depended on the idea of ​​destruction. If the other party wanted him to die, he had to die. If he wanted him to live, it would be difficult for him to commit suicide.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Qian Daoliu's eyes moved, and the golden light covering the entire hall suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Even he himself has returned to his former image, looking like an old man without any threat, except for his half-white and half-black hair, which is particularly eye-catching.

The door opened.

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

"Everything does not go to the Three Treasure Hall, Bibi Dong, what do you want me to do?" Qian Daoliu said calmly.

Pope Bibi Dong shook his right hand, threw a bag of things to Qian Daoliu, and said coldly: "Look at what it is, you'll know."

Unpacking the package, Qian Renxue's personal clothing caught Qian Daoliu's eyes.

Like Pope Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu's face suddenly became gloomy, as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Who sent this? How is Qian Renxue now?"

"It was sent by the kid from Yang Ming." Although Pope Bibidong was very upset with Qian Renxue, he was born after a pregnancy in October, and it was still connected, let alone a mother and son, so she was extremely angry. : "Qian Renxue lurked and failed, and is now imprisoned by Yang Ming."