Douluo's start stole the Blue Silver Emperor

Masters exchange moves only in an instant.

After measuring the strength of Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qian Xunji was no longer restrained, his angelic realm was opened, and his murderous intent reached its peak.

The blood between heaven and earth is getting thicker and thicker.

The wind was mixed with the faint smell of blood, which made me nauseous.

Trees fell and the earth cracked.

Looking from a distance, it doesn't look like we are in the human world, but it looks like a bloody hell.

Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but ask: "Master is such a good person, gentle and kind to others, why is the martial spirit so scary?"

"This... you don't understand. Dad's martial spirit... well... you will know about it later."

Shen Xin rolled her eyes in her heart.

Yes, yes, everything you said is right, Bibi Dong thought the same way before.

As Qian Xunji's strength was released, a terrifying power fell from the sky, so heavy that even Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't breathe.

"The ninth soul skill, Angel Judgment."

Expressionless, Qian Xunji stretched out his long sword, pointed at Golden Crocodile Douluo, and said in a cold but divine voice: "Humans have seven original sins, arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony and lust. You are guilty!"

"Clatter, crash, crash."

Countless iron chains with hooks flew out of the void and hooked Golden Crocodile Douluo's body.

"Ahhh!" Golden Crocodile Douluo screamed wildly, struggling desperately.

But the more he struggled, the deeper the hook sunk in, binding his body tightly from skin to flesh, and from skin to bone, preventing him from moving.

At the same time, it looked like someone was pulling hard on the other end of the chain, and various parts of the body were being forcibly straightened by the chains.

The skin was torn open, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the white bones were exposed, but the hook was still firmly stuck in Golden Crocodile Douluo's body, looking like he was vowing to cut him into pieces.

However, although Golden Crocodile Douluo looked miserable, Qian Xunji knew that for the titled Douluo, this was just a flesh wound. Even if he did not seek treatment from a healing spirit master, he would be fine after a few days of rest.

"Old crocodile, this is just the appetizer, what comes next is the trial."

Qian Xunji raised the long sword in his hand high. Terrifying power was inspired from the blade of the long sword. The air in all directions was completely stirred by this move. A terrifying aura turned into the purest power and moved toward Golden Crocodile Douluo. Cut off the head.

Normally, with Golden Crocodile Douluo's defensive power, he might not be able to block this shocking blow.

But this iron hook is really weird. As long as he uses his soul power, the power will be absorbed by the iron hook.

The current Golden Crocodile Douluo is just an ordinary old man who is slightly stronger.

Facing this astonishing sword, the always arrogant Golden Crocodile Douluo felt the aura of death for the first time.

Although before coming, Golden Crocodile Douluo knew that he didn't have much chance of winning.

But he has always been proud and felt that even if he couldn't win, he wouldn't lose too badly. However, he didn't expect that he would lose so badly and change in such an inexplicable way.

I am not reconciled!

Before Golden Crocodile Douluo could react, the long sword fell from the sky.

The fierce aura pierced through the protective golden light and landed on Golden Crocodile Douluo himself.

With a "boom", the golden light completely disappeared, leaving only blood red in the sky.

Shen Xin tugged on Feng Xiaotian's wings and said, "Okay, let's go. You are not suitable for watching from behind."

Feng Xiaotian asked puzzledly: "Why?"

Shen Xin knew that Feng Xiaotian was sometimes hard to read on his face, so he said directly: "I can't let you know the secret."

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Feng Xiaotian turned around and flew in the direction of Tiandou City, while Shen Xin flew in the direction of the battle between Qian Xunji and Golden Crocodile Douluo.

At this time, Qian Xunji had already taken back his martial spirit.

The sun reappeared, the sky was blue and the air was fresh, as if nothing had happened.

Only the devastated land proved that what he just saw was not an illusion.

"Cough cough cough...why don't you kill...cough, I..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo sat on the ground, covering his chest and coughing out a mouthful of blood from time to time.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Qian Xunji sighed.

This old man had no children in his life. He made Wuhun Palace his home. He regarded himself as his own son and Xiaoxue as his granddaughter. He devoted his whole life to Wuhun Palace, but in the end he was left with no bones left.

Sword, Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi collected the corpses, but no one paid attention to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Uncle Golden Crocodile, it's me."

Qian Xunji took off his mask, revealing his original mask.

At the same time, the Seraph Martial Spirit appeared behind him.

Noble, holy, bright.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Qian Xunji with a shocked expression, and stammered: "Xunji...nephew...are you really Xunji's nephew?"

The appearance can be faked, but the martial soul cannot be faked.

As the second enshrinement of the Spirit Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo can naturally distinguish the Seraphim Spirit.

But Xunji's nephew is already dead. His bones... No, no one in Wuhun Hall has seen his body. It was the eldest brother who said he was dead.

Now Xunji's nephew's tomb contains only a set of papal robes and no body.

Could it be that the eldest brother is playing a big game of chess?

Seeing that Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent, Qian Xunji said, "Old thief Golden Crocodile, don't you just eat a few of his soul beasts? How dare you file a complaint against my father. When I become the Pope, I will..."

Having said this, Qian Xunji immediately looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Golden Crocodile Douluo instinctively took the next step and said in a villain tone: "Xiao Ji'er, what will happen when you become the Pope?"

"When I become the Pope, I will legislate that you cannot eat soul beasts indiscriminately, especially the soul beasts from Uncle Golden Crocodile's house. Whoever eats them, I will throw them into the city of killing."

"Yes, yes...you are indeed Xunji..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo struggled to get up from the ground, hugged Qian Xunji tightly, and started crying.

Although Qian Xunji was touched by being hugged by Golden Crocodile Douluo, he was still a little embarrassed.

He is already in his sixties, and he is not used to being hugged like a six or seven-year-old child.

So, Qian Xunji decided to divert the trouble. He waved to Shen Xin who was eating melon next to him and said, "Xinxin, I came to see your Grandpa Jin Crocodile. Uncle Jin Crocodile, look at my son... Xinxin."

you?son?

Being reminded by Qian Xunji, Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly remembered that his eldest nephew did have a five or six-year-old son.

Golden Crocodile Douluo let go of Qian Xunji and turned to look at Shen Xin.

With blond hair and golden eyes, he is also good-looking. At first glance, he is a child of an angel family.

Although he did not inherit the six angel martial spirits, he was still an angel-like martial spirit and looked very powerful.

"Good boy, tell grandpa, what level are you at?"

"Level 21."

"Level 21!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo exclaimed in disbelief, then rushed forward, and after carefully groping Shen Xin's body with his hands, his face cheered up, "You are only 6 years old! How can you be at level 21?"

Qian Xunji explained: "When taking the jelly grass, the younger you are, the better it is for the body. So as soon as Xinxin Wuhun awakened, I gave him the jelly grass. One jelly grass can increase the level by about 10 levels."

For some things, the fewer people know about them, the better for the time being. With Xiancao as the scapegoat, if the boss's soul power grows abnormally in the future, no one will have to worry about taking the blame.