In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

At the same time, he was secretly shocked by the Bone Douluo's abnormality; what kind of martial soul could cause a person's martial soul grade to drop?

He lived to be over a hundred years old and had never seen a martial spirit like this before.

That's insane.

"I humbly beseech you, my God, to bestow a miracle."

Okay. I'll give it a try.

Qian Daoliu did not refuse; this was his right-hand man.

To put it another way, if we want to keep Bibi Dong in check, Golden Crocodile Douluo is also an important pawn.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was overjoyed.

Without further ado, Qian Daoliu stood before the statue of the Angel God and devoutly prayed.

Soon, the Angel God responded.

A terrifying pressure emanated from the statue, and golden light even radiated from it.

The light was not dazzling; in fact, it was very comfortable, warm, and peaceful.

This completely dispelled the fear and anxiety in Golden Crocodile Douluo's heart.

He knew the situation had stabilized.

You might even get some benefits from it.

"Golden crocodile, display your piousness!"

A golden light shone in Qian Daoliu's pupils.

He also had a golden glow on his body, and a golden six-winged angel about ten meters tall appeared behind him.

The one who spoke was not Qian Daoliu, but the martial spirit behind him.

This scene is very strange.

Seeing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent and dared not look any longer.

Seeing too much of it is blasphemy.

He devoutly prostrated himself on the ground, awaiting divine grace.

The next moment, Qian Daoliu slowly stretched out his hand, and a beam of golden light landed on Jin Crocodile Douluo.

"Hmm...this feels good."

Golden Crocodile Douluo felt incredibly warm.

But... I felt nothing but warmth.

Why... hasn't my martial soul changed yet? Why is my soul power still draining away?

Don't panic, wait a little longer.

Perhaps the signal from heaven is bad. The transmission is slow... he comforted himself.

But ten minutes later...

Nothing has changed.

Something's not right.

He subconsciously looked up and saw that Qian Daoliu's face was already pale.

That is because a mortal body bears unimaginable divine power.

"Golden Crocodile, you're toxic..." he cursed inwardly.

High Priest, what are you doing? Miracles have been performed, why hasn't anything changed yet?

What should I do?

My soul power is still dropping, I'm waiting online, and I'm quite panicked.

It seemed that they had noticed the suspicious look in Jin Tong's eyes.

Qian Daoliu felt something was very strange about it, and he refused to believe it.

He gritted his teeth and immediately increased his use of divine power. The golden light transformed into a solid pillar of light.

"I can feel it, I can feel it."

Golden Crocodile Douluo cried out in surprise, sensing something stirring within his body.

The next moment, an axe phantom materialized on the golden crocodile blanket.

"It's it, it's it, it's the one."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes widened. "It's this axe, Grand Elder, Bone Douluo used this axe to chop me up."

But at that very moment, the shadow slashed at Qian Daoliu's figure.

"Oh no, it's the power of the evil god! How can this power still exist in the world after a thousand years? Golden Crocodile, you weren't injured by your martial spirit at all; it was the evil artifact of the evil god that hurt you..."

This is the final voice of the Angel God.

The illusory image of the angel god behind Qian Daoliu was shattered by the axe. The price was that the illusory image of the axe also disappeared.

"It's over."

"I am dejected," said the Golden Crocodile Douluo.

He's finished speaking.

Because he has now officially entered the ranks of level 95 Title Douluo.

For other Soul Masters, this is a happy thing.

But how could a former level 98 titled Douluo be happy about this?

"My god? Are you there...?" Qian Daoliu kept calling out, but the other party seemed to be... offline.

"It's over."

Qian Daoliu's heart sank immediately.

Moreover, it is bottomless.

Chapter 121 Wishing the Grand Elder a Swift Success

Meanwhile, in the distant realm of the gods.

Suddenly, a black aura swept across all directions within the Temple of Angels.

"An evil god...it's an evil god!"

The angel's voice, filled with shock and anger, abruptly ceased after traveling hundreds of miles.

In the realm of gods, a dozen or so deities rushed to the scene upon hearing the news.

But what I saw was a scene that was unbelievable to humans... no, even to gods.

Countless golden raindrops fell.

The gods felt a chill; so many years had passed... and the God of Angels had fallen.

.

"Great...Great Venerable One, are you alright?"

After Qian Daoliu failed countless times to establish contact with the God Realm, Jin Crocodile Douluo asked cautiously.

For some reason, he looked at Qian Daoliu's pale face and had a bad feeling.

Oh my god, something might have happened.

"It's over, it's all over. No matter how I try to communicate, I can't establish a connection with my god... This is something that has never happened in my hundreds of years as the high priest."

So... do you think it can still be cured?

Qiandaoliu's face was as cold as frost; they were all such unlucky creatures.

Otherwise, no evil god would have invaded or attacked the God of Angels, and he would not have lost contact with the divine realm.

He still remembered the angel god's astonished voice when he saw the phantom of the axe.

As a servant who had served the God of Angels for hundreds of years, he could discern a faint tremor hidden behind the voice.

Even though it was deeply hidden, he still managed to hear it.

That's fear.

This is hard to accept, but we have no choice but to believe it.

The angel god feared the phantom of the axe, but even more so the axe's owner, the so-called evil god.

But who exactly is this evil god?

Logically speaking, such a powerful being should have left a glorious name in the history of Douluo Continent.

But he had never heard of it before; even the Spirit Hall had no record of it.

That's very strange.

Could it be that something momentous happened a thousand years ago that the gods are hiding from us?

But what exactly happened?

"Great Master, it's not my fault. I've had it tough too..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked aggrieved.

The Grand Elder's words are unfair. It's as if I'm not a victim. My martial spirit is ruined, and my strength has regressed.

I will even have to bear the stigma of being a sinner in the future. And I will be mocked by people I once looked down on.

This is so hard for me.

"It has nothing to do with you? You're too naive. Things are far more complicated than you think. We've been set up from the very beginning."

Qian Daoliu frowned and said somewhat heavily.

After thinking for a long time, he felt that he had deduced the ins and outs of the matter.