Douluo's New Divine Court

No matter how big the turmoil in the outside world is, Yang Dong has no mood to pay attention to it. At this moment, he is quietly guarding Lin Nuo's side, accompanying the old man by his side to complete the last journey of his life journey.

This day finally came, Lin Nuo held Yang Dong's hand and died with a smile.

Lin Nuo's death didn't even cause a splash to the people of Notting City. After all, the rights of the old city lord had been emptied. How could an old man without power and strength get the attention of others.

According to Lin Nuo's instructions before his death, Yang Dong took care of Lin Nuo's funeral. Except for Su Zhi's family, no one else attended Lin Nuo's funeral.

After burning three sticks of incense, Yang Dong looked at Notting City in the distance, which was built by Lin Nuo.

"Are you OK?"

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.

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

"fine."

Yang shook his head. This was his grandfather's own choice. As a grandson, he had to respect the old man's will.

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

Under Su Yuntao's reluctant eyes, the figures of Yang Dong and Xue Di became farther and farther away, and soon disappeared from his vision.

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

Su Zhi said with emotion.

After this time, I don't know when Yang Dong will come to Notting City again.

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

Su Yuntao said secretly in his heart that the lone wolf spirit transformed into the one-eyed demon wolf spirit and became the top beast spirit. He has reason to believe that his future strength will not be too bad!

…………

Wuhun City, Wuhun Palace.

There was a dense crowd of people on Nuo Dawu Wuhun Square, but with so many people, there was not even the slightest noise. Looking more carefully, these people even held their breath subconsciously.

Qian Daoliu, the former Pope of Wuhun Hall, stood quietly on the square, watching Chihiro Ji lying in the crystal coffin.

He didn't speak, and the others didn't dare to speak.

died?

Qian Daoliu stretched out his hand tremblingly, gently stroking Chihiro Ji's stiff face, many memories flashed through his mind one by one.

The joy when Qian Xunji was born, the joy of awakening the angel spirit at the age of six, the joy of seeing his son inherit the throne of the Pope, but now, a cold corpse was lying in front of him.

"who is it?!"

After a long silence, Qian Daoliu closed his eyes, stopped looking at Chihiro Ji's body, and asked coldly.

At this moment, he was the calm before the storm. His body seemed to be filled with countless gunpowder, and his anger that had no place to rest might burst out at any time.

Everyone's eyes fell on the girl kneeling in front of Qianxunji's crystal coffin, Bibidong, the saint of Wuhun Temple, everyone knew this, but more people wanted to know who killed Qianxunji.

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

Bibi Dong looked at the old man in front of her in horror. In front of this old man, she was like a leaf of duckweed floating on the sea, and she might be overturned in the sea at any time, falling into a place where she could never recover.

Slowly said what she knew, everything she said was true, not a single lie.

It is true that she does not know Yang Dong, and Qian Xunji does have a grudge against Yang Dong.

"Yang Dong?!"

Qian Daoliu frowned, with a pensive expression on his face, the only person in this world who had a grudge against Qian Xunji was 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-patterned Douluo have powerful martial soul fusion skills, plus the strength of this super Douluo Zhou enshrined, how could they lose?

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

Can we really improve our strength to that point in twenty years?

"Where is he now?"

No matter what step Yang Dong's current strength has reached, Qian Daoliu has the confidence to kill him, because he is an Angel Douluo, standing on the top of the entire Douluo Continent.

He regretted why he didn't strangle Yang Dong in the cradle and let him grow up, but ended up killing his own child.

"kindness?"

He didn't hear a reply for a long time, Qian Daoliu frowned, a huge mental pressure shrouded the crowd, some people with insufficient strength felt tightness in their chests, and spit out a mouthful of blood .

"Report the great priest, I don't know, I don't know the whereabouts of this person!"

Seeing Qian Daoliu's eyes fixed on him, an elder of the Pope's Hall secretly murmured that he was unlucky and sweated coldly on his back, so he could only bite the bullet and explain.

The pope of his own family is dead, but his side doesn't even know where the enemy is, which is really funny.

"Ha ha."

Qian Daoliu laughed, and soon changed from a sneer to a hearty laugh. Frightening power erupted from his body to the surroundings, as if a prehistoric beast was trampling them.

A minute later, except for Qian Daoliu, the people in the square were all kneeling on the ground, as if they were commemorating the dead Pope Qian Xunji.

"Elder of the Worship Hall, follow me to Tiandou!"

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes suddenly, his tiger eyes swept over everyone in the square like a demonstrator, with an unquestionable will.

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

My son died in the Heaven Dou Empire, so let people from the Heaven Dou Empire be buried with him!

"Yes, His Excellency the Pope!"

In the hall of worship.

The several titled Douluo shouted in unison, obeying Qian Daoliu's will.

boom!

Qian Daoliu's martial soul possessed his body, and the Seraphim's martial soul instantly possessed his body. Three pairs of holy wings spread out, and the sacred light dripped from his body to Chihiro Ji's body like mercury.

This sacred light has another name, the holy factor, which is the fetish, or gene, given to him by the ten-winged cherub under the throne of the angel god.

With the divine factor, his strength will continue to improve. 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 cut off half of the sacred factor.

With these sacred factors, Chihiro Ji's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his face became rosy. He didn't look like a dead person, but fell asleep.

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

Qian Daoliu looked at Chihiro Ji in the crystal coffin, and muttered to himself.

ps: Looking for a few guaranteed monthly tickets, are there any?

<br /