Douluo Dalu: Flame Gun Chongli Falls Heart Flame Cheats

Chapter 131 Twelve-winged Fallen Angel of Light
For an instant.

A black-robed figure rushed into the distance from where Yang Yun pointed. Yang Yun sneered and said, "What are you still standing there for?"

The white crane instantly turned into a black dot and flew towards Tang Hao's location, and Niu Gao followed behind.

Bibi Dong and the other five took this opportunity to escape. Qian Daoliu looked deeply at Yang Yun and then left.

Only Qian Renxue, who was looking down and thinking about something, turned around and walked into the carriage.

"Grandpa, I'm about to succeed. I can't give up easily and let all the hard work and efforts of more than ten years go to waste."

On that day, Yang Yun's majestic figure was engraved in the hearts of all the team's soul masters; it could not be shaken or replaced.

Feng Xiaotian from the Kamikaze Academy looked at Huo Wu from the Chihuo Academy next to him and saw the reverence and yearning in Huo Wu's eyes; that was the worship of strength.

At this moment, a seed was planted in Feng Xiaotian's heart, that is, strong strength can capture a woman's heart better than useless sincerity.

"Master Yang, I finally got it. After the competition, I will join the Potian Sect. I want to become a powerful soul master like Master Yang."

Such thoughts were not only in Feng Xiaotian's mind, but also in the minds of all the soul masters who had just seen and heard Yang Yun's powerful strength and domineering style of doing things.

That is to join the Potian Sect.

Haven’t you seen that soul masters with mediocre qualifications like Bai He and Niu Gao were able to break through the title within just this year after joining the Potian Sect?

Don’t you see, Yang Poqiu looks so young but possesses the strength of an eighth-ring Soul Douluo of 100,000 years.

Don’t you see, Potian Sect has such a powerful leader who is able to face five Titled Douluo and even have powerful warriors hidden in secret waiting for an opportunity to act without being at a disadvantage?

You may even force the other party to pay a price before leaving.

At this moment, countless reasons for wanting to join the Potian Sect emerged in my mind.

At this time, Bibi Dong was already on the way back to Wuhun City. She returned to the center of the Pope's Palace. Sitting in the Pope's seat, her face was extremely gloomy.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo looked at each other from time to time, and they were so silent that they dared not make any sound.

"Bibi Dong, you were too reckless. You actually let Xue'er be imprisoned and her life was almost in danger."

Bibi Dong sneered and said, "Hmph; stop pretending in front of me. What does that woman have to do with me? She is from your Worship Hall, not my Pope Hall."

"You promised to give me those soul bones. I didn't ask you to save me. I don't appreciate it."

The figure in the darkness sighed imperceptibly, turned around and left the Pope's Palace without wasting any more words.

The hatred in Bibi Dong's heart has never diminished in the slightest, and under the influence of that inexplicable divine power, her temper has even become more unpredictable.

If that group of people had not been so far away from the Spirit Hall, and the fight between Bibi Dong and Yang Yun had had a huge impact on what happened today, Qian Daoliu would never have been able to get out.

Or in other words, if Qian Renxue had not been there, Qian Daoliu would not even look at Bibi Dong.

Those two soul bones were the price of saving Qian Renxue.

Yang Yun's strength has surpassed Tang Chen's, and the aura of the wings behind him is so strong that even he, a servant of God, can feel the fatal danger.

The two sides fought openly. If he used the power of angels, he might not lose to Yang Yun; but the aftermath was definitely not something the soul masters below could withstand.

At this time, the team had initially regained its composure.

Tang San of the Shrek team had a look of absent-mindedness on his face, because he had just heard Yang Yun point to a location and say that he wanted to hunt down Tang Hao; the two Titled Douluo just chased after him.

I don’t know how my father is doing now.

Can he escape from the hands of those two Title Douluo? Or is he strong enough to kill those two guys?

There was an unremovable sorrow in Tang San's eyes.

The master put one hand behind his back and sat down beside Tang San and said, "Are you worried about your father?"

Tang San nodded without saying anything.

The master stretched out his hand and placed it on Tang San's shoulder, comforting him: "Don't worry, your father was the youngest Titled Douluo in the Great Road. His record was even more impressive. In his first battle, he severely injured the previous Pope."

"As long as the person chasing him is not Yang Yun, your father's chance of survival is as high as 90%, so don't worry about it. Adjust your mentality and prepare for the upcoming competition."

Some light gradually returned to Tang San's eyes.

He raised his head and looked directly into Yu Xiao'an's eyes and nodded heavily: "Okay, teacher; I understand, I will definitely not let you down in the next game."

"It's a pity that we still haven't been able to see the true level and combat power of Shui Bing'er from the Tianshui team. Until now, her strength has always been shrouded in mystery."

It was like the golden generation of Spirit Hall; there was no information about the three people.

You can only see it after you arrive in Wuhun City and see it with your own eyes.

The night when everyone arrived at Wuhun City.

A familiar guest came to Yang Yun’s account, or to be more precise, a guest who was both strange and familiar.

"Why is it you? Aren't you afraid that someone else outside will see your true face? How dare you appear in front of my account so openly."

Qian Renxue.

He threw two soul bones emitting precious light in front of Yang Yun.

"Once I enter Wuhun City, it is my territory. I can appear anywhere I want. Why can't I appear outside your account?"

A hint of indelible ink flashed in the depths of Qian Renxue's eyes.

"I didn't expect you to have grown to this point. Even my grandfather is not sure he can defeat you in a head-on confrontation. It seems that letting you sneak away was the biggest mistake of my life."

Yang Yun put away the two soul bones in front of him. There were very obvious cracks on both soul bones.

These were clearly broken soul bones, but some of them were indeed power-type soul bones that were more than 50,000 years old.

This Qian Daoliu was playing tricks on him. The Spirit Hall's heritage was indeed very long; it even had spirit bones of this level in stock.

Although they are two soul bones with cracks.

"The past cannot be retrieved, but has any boy ever told you that you are very beautiful in your true appearance; your temperament is so sacred, but I just want to be the one who blasphemes the goddess!"

Qian Renxue raised her chin proudly and looked at Yang Yun, then quickly walked in front of Yang Yun; the noses of the two were rapidly approaching each other.

"Hehe. You are quite good at talking. But no matter how strong you are now, what does it matter? In my eyes, you will be mine sooner or later. No matter whether it is your body or your heart."

Qian Renxue really enjoyed the feeling of distracting Yang Yun's mind but preventing him from getting what he wanted; it gave her the pleasure of playing with her prey.

Even if the opponent's level is more than ten levels higher than yours, so what?
Now she is already a twelve-winged fallen angel of light. The two are one and the same yet distinct; she is only waiting for the time to inherit the throne of God.

She, Qian Renxue, will become an existence that surpasses the angel god.

(End of this chapter)