"I won't allow it!"
Yu Xiaogang's words blurted out.
His already serious face became more and more gloomy.
He is just such a disciple!
Moreover, this disciple is not only extremely talented, but his father is also the famous Haotian Douluo on the mainland, the idol he has always admired.
Therefore, no matter which angle he thought about it, Yu Xiaogang would not allow Tang San to put himself in danger.
Even though he knew very well the reason for Tang San's impulsive emotions.
but...
The future is bright!
Don't give up on the glory of the future just because of the gloom in front of you!
Yu Xiaogang thought so.
Therefore, his words were a bit harsher.
"Now is not the time to let you run wild, mistress, don't continue to have your own way, follow me and evacuate!"
The final word.
Tang San was not given any chance to refute.
Tang San's expression turned extremely ugly.
On the one hand is Xiao Wu, who has been secretly in love with him for many years but has never been able to get her, and whose life or death is currently uncertain; on the other hand is his teacher Yu Xiaogang, who has trained him for many years and is also his teacher and father...
The dilemma of choice was thrown into Tang San's hands at this moment.
Tang San hesitated, hesitated.
But some people didn't give him a chance to continue to hesitate.
Gu Rong's figure flashed.
At a speed that Tang San couldn't react, he appeared behind Tang San out of thin air, and then, a heavy hand knife knocked Tang San unconscious.
The gap in cultivation is too big!
Moreover, Gu Rong, a titled Douluo, was recognized as "the most bizarre soul master in the world".
If Tang San could still escape from this sudden attack, how could those Soul Douluo and Title Douluo who fell under Gu Rong's hands feel so embarrassed?
Yu Xiaogang saw the disbelief in Tang San's eyes.
He knew that Tang San still reacted at the last moment after he fainted.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Seeing Tang San being thrown over by Gu Rong, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly caught it, not noticing the strange emotion in everyone's eyes.
The woman who likes you was almost hurt by your disciple; but you only care about your disciple and didn't even express the most basic words or apology?
Even if Liu Erlong was not injured, wasn't Flanders in the golden iron triangle also injured?
Ning Fengzhi's expression remained unchanged, but in his heart he shook his head slightly and sighed secretly:
Lu Yuan is right!
But now is not the time for intrigues.
He must ensure the safety of himself, Ning Rongrong, and Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu.
Secondly, it is the safety of Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of Tiandou.
Secondly, there are those geniuses who have a certain possibility of being recruited.
Everyone hurried on the road.
Although the load has increased a lot, fortunately everyone's average cultivation level is very high.
Therefore, compared with when we arrived, our traveling speed was actually several percent faster.
but...
No one noticed that Tang San's eyelids were constantly twitching; he seemed to have understood his situation through his subconscious, and was constantly working hard to wake himself up.
At the same time, in Tang San's heart, a trace of unspeakable resentment was unconsciously born...
Silent!
...
The Wuhun Palace is thousands of miles away.
In a dark independent space, a ferocious and terrifying giant statue stood in the center of the space, constantly exuding powerful pressure.
This kind of pressure is different from the pressure of Titled Douluo.
More powerful, also...
More sinister!
Logically speaking, the adjective "insidious" does not apply to a kind of power.
This adjective should be more applicable to some emotions.
But for a powerful god, it can only be said to be a routine operation to mix some unique emotions with his own characteristics in his divine power.
However, maybe it's not what they want to mix in...
But the result will not change at all because of their subjective thoughts!
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight!
Is it so easy to find and accept the inherited divine position?
But at this moment, this huge statue is trembling slightly!
The already ferocious expression became even more ferocious.
"Perfect!"
"very perfect!"
"But it's not enough!"
Waves of invisible thoughts swept crazily to every corner of this independent space.
Under the statue, a short figure wearing a black robe knelt respectfully on the ground. While bowing to the ground, he said with a strong sense of fanaticism:
"Please give me God's will!"
"Bring him here! Bring him here! He is the most special! He is also the most suitable successor to my throne!"
The statue screamed silently, and all kinds of crazy, chaotic and even depraved emotions filled the space instantly.
But the black-robed figure kneeling on the ground remained motionless, seemingly unaware of these negative emotions; instead, he said more respectfully:
"My God, what should I do now?"
The statue stopped shaking, apparently stumped by this question.
Now this heir...
To be honest, it's not too bad.
The compatibility is acceptable, and the most important thing is that this successor now has immediate combat power, and his cultivation is among the top in the human world!
In other words, as long as she can make up her mind, she can throw her godly position to the other party now.
The other party already has the basic ability to use divine power!
The only difference is the last step and some inheritance from the Rakshasa God!
For example: Artifact...
But compared with the current inheritor, the one she just sensed is undoubtedly more compatible!
Especially the extremely pure resentment, like the black mud just fished out from the abyss, no less than the madness and resentment she currently possesses.
But what kind of cultivation is she?
What kind of cultivation is that ant?
It is no exaggeration to say that if she and that ant were born in the same era and in the same world, it would be really hard to say who would inherit the throne of Rakshasa today!
But since she is about to abdicate, she naturally doesn't have to worry so much.
Therefore, after briefly estimating the progress of the enemy's divine examiner, she felt that it seemed that another successor...
Isn’t that impossible?
Anyway, it’s not up to her to decide how long the enemy’s successor God will take the test!
With plenty of time, there is no need for her to give up a better successor!
Apologizing for one feeling is an apology, and apologizing for a hundred feelings is also an apology.
If that enemy is really dissatisfied, then come back to her for revenge!
What's more, this is also a complete explanation of her own divine status.
As for what will happen if this successor gets the throne of God...
None of her business!
Anyway, when she handed it over, it was a complete god!
At that time, after handing over the throne, she and her enemy left, leaving the bright and righteous bastard alone in the empty room...
Just thinking about it makes me happy!
The Rakshasa High Priest, who had no idea what devilish issues his own god was thinking, was still respectfully waiting for the Rakshasa God's will.
After a long time, a mysterious wave of thought came out.
The Rakshasa High Priest listened respectfully, and then waited deliberately for a long time. After confirming that the Rakshasa God had left, he slowly stood up and raised his hands.
A gorgeous sickle emerged from the void and slowly fell into the hands of the Rakshasa High Priest.
A powerful soul power burst out from the short Rakshasa high priest.
Judging from his momentum, he is not inferior to ordinary Peerless Douluo!
Think about it too.
Qian Daoliu, the high priest of the Angel God, was originally a peerless Douluo.
According to the stingy and vindictive nature of the Rakshasa God, how could he be overpowered by the Angel God?
The angel god has set up a position of high priest, and she must also set up one!
The high priest of the Angel God is a peerless Douluo, and she must also be a peerless Douluo in the realm of high priest!
The actual combat power can be ignored, but the face must be reliable!
A lilac soul power flowed out from the hands of the Rakshasa High Priest, and slowly came into contact with the artifact in his hand; in an instant, the huge sickle disappeared.
Then, the Rakshasa High Priest, who was also a peerless Douluo, turned into a shadow and disappeared in this independent space in an instant.
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