Douluo Heavens Upgrade

It was silent, as if everything was silent. Except for Chen Xiaoming, who was standing alone in the sky above Wuhun Hall, no one made any sound.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Ma Hongjun and others were already numb. They had seen so much that they no longer knew how to describe it.

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

Just when they were still sighing at Wuhundian's strength, Chen Xiaoming had almost killed Wuhundian by himself.

Almost all the titled Douluo who were killed were counted, and several were seriously injured.

Qian Daoliu, the Angel Douluo who is known as the strongest in Wuhun Palace, was knocked away and seriously injured without even being able to block Chen Xiaoming's move.

In this situation, even Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, who had seen big scenes, were completely confused.

"Ugh."

Not only one person sighed, but Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had not left the Wuhun Palace, now had a flushed face and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His body, which had been getting better, was now seriously injured again.

But Golden Crocodile Douluo did not hesitate, his figure flashed, and he quickly headed towards the place where Qian Daoliu fell.

Bibi Dong looked at the defeated Qian Daoliu with a very responsible mood. Qian Daoliu was seriously injured. She should have been happy, but now she was not happy at all.

Because Qiandao Liu was defeated, all the great achievements of Wuhun Palace were in vain.

"Cough cough cough."

Qian Daoliu fell to the ground with a pale face and an unbelievable look in his eyes. He never thought that he would be defeated so miserably.

Possessing a top-level martial spirit, the Seraph Martial Spirit, he couldn't even take a single move from the opponent.

"Ahem, you have become a god."

Raising his head and looking hard at Chen Xiaoming in the sky, who was now shrouded in silver light, Qian Daoliu asked in confusion.

He is also a titled Douluo, how could the other party be so much stronger than me?

The only explanation is that the other party has become a god, but looking at the other party's bloody -year-old soul ring, Qian Daoliu's eyes couldn't help but dim.

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

I don't know if it's reluctance, nostalgia, or despair. In short, Qian Daoliu's expression is very complicated.

Equally complicated is Chen Xiaoming. Looking at the people in ruins below him, Chen Xiaoming has not killed anyone. He has reached the pinnacle of mortals in this world.

If you continue on, you will be on the road to becoming a god at level .

There are not many gods, just a few of them. After deducting some weak ones, such as the God of Cookery, the remaining gods of angels are pretty good.

His eyes swept under him, stopping for a moment on Tang San, Bibi Dong, and Qian Daoliu.

Now that he has chosen to embark on this path, Chen Xiaoming should prepare for the future.

For example, while waiting for the experience value to increase, encourage the protagonists in these planes to grow up quickly.

Chen Xiaoming is so bored that he is so invincible that he cultivates his own gods and opponents.

"Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong, five years, I only give you five years. After five years, I need to fight the gods, otherwise, the Wuhun Palace will be destroyed."

The cold words made both Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu stunned. What does it mean to fight against a god?

Qian Daoliu, who worshiped the God of Angels, seemed to have thought of something for a moment, and looked at Chen Xiaoming with an expression of astonishment.

In his life, Tang Chen was his biggest opponent, but he also admired Tang Chen's strength and courage. But he didn't expect that today he would see someone more courageous than Tang Chen.

Five years later, will you fight with God?

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

"Okay, I, Wuhun Palace, will accept this battle."

Chen Xiaoming nodded when he saw it, so what if he killed Qian Daoliu? Now that he has improved his soul power, he should not be a match for Gods like Shura God if he becomes a level god.

The other party is the spokesperson of the God of Angels, just like Bo Saixi of Poseidon Island. If you don't give Qian Daoliu face, you still have to give him the face of the God of Angels.

The figure floated down, and Chen Xiaoming landed in front of Dai Mubai and others. Looking at Chen Xiaoming who had returned, Dai Mubai, Fatty Ma Hongjun and others did not know how to express their inner excitement and admiration. Xiao Wu Walking slowly with Tang San.

"Thank you"

The two of them bowed sincerely to thank Chen Xiaoming. With so many titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace, Tang San knew that without Chen Xiaoming, even if he risked his life, he would not be able to save Xiao Wu.

"Okay, I've repaid the favor of your soul bone, mistress."

He waved his hand nonchalantly, it’s just the Wuhun Palace, no matter how many mortals there are, they are still mortals after all.

However, Chen Xiaoming turned around and looked somewhere, with a playful smile on his lips.

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

Chen Xiaoming's words made everyone stunned, and some people

Dai Mubai and others thought that there were still powerful people lurking in Wuhun Hall, so they couldn't help but feel slightly nervous, but when they saw Chen Xiaoming beside them, they also breathed a sigh of relief.

A black figure appeared quietly. It was a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his fifties. He was tall and burly, with a torn robe on his body, revealing the bronze skin underneath. He looked sleepy. His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and his beard had not been trimmed for an unknown number of days.

"Huh, how do you think we should calculate that hammer?"

He shouted coldly, who else could the person in front of him be besides Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.

When I was young and ignorant, I pretended to be skilled. Bah, my cultivation was not high enough. I was almost beaten by a hammer for showing off my skills.

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

"Ahem, your Majesty is joking. With your current strength, I will naturally let you do whatever you want."

After finishing his words, Tang Hao looked like he was just letting himself be dealt with, but his eyes flashed, and he understood very well.

With the opponent's strength, he had been exposed a long time ago. I really wanted to settle the score at the beginning. If I couldn't even block a stick, I could just finish the game, so why bother to call myself out so much.

"Boring, boring, let's go."

His strength has reached the current level. With soul power, soul rings, soul bones, and blood origin power, Chen Xiaoming's strength is countless times stronger than before. Now bullying Tang Hao, a sick and disabled titled Douluo, is really a bit low. Share.

"By the way, Xiaosan, your father's debt will be settled on you. Five years later, in Shrek Academy, I will take you to the place where you became a god as promised before. Remember, when you become a god, you You need to fight me on your father’s behalf.”

Life is as lonely as snow. After Chen Xiaoming finished speaking, he ignored him. His figure flickered and left, gradually drifting away.

Sora left his soulful words that echoed in the air. .

Green trees reflect green willows, rustling like shooting stars.

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