The Eternal Heavenly Dao System of Ten Thousand Realms

"How is it possible!" Gu Yue was stunned.

With the inheritance of the **** of immortal grass, he, the son of god, was suppressed so miserably by a powerhouse younger than him at this moment, completely vulnerable.

"You! Are you also the son of god?" Gu Yue stared at Xiao Tian, ​​his heart was extremely uneasy.

He knows that the inheritance of God is also divided into levels!

The inheritance of the gods he inherited was only a third-level temple, and the young man in front of him, the inheritance of the gods was probably a second-level temple, or even a first-level temple.

Bone Douluo, Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi was shocked at this moment, and they all knew how big Xiao Tian's release was in the previous duel with Xiao Tian!

Although Ning Rongrong knew that Xiao Tian was able to suppress the arrogant Gu Yue, he did not expect to suppress a 97-level titled Douluo with the inheritance of the gods in such a thunderous and rapid manner.

This made her, the proud girl of heaven, inevitably a little inferior in her heart. She was born with the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda Martial Spirit, the strongest auxiliary Martial Spirit in the mainland, her inner thoughts were complicated, and her brain gradually emptied, and she was a little confused.

"What a son of God! Get out of here."

Xiao Tian's voice made Ning Rongrong come back to his senses.

Gu Yue's heart was hairy, and when he noticed that the coercion of the terrifying realm that had suppressed him receded like a tide, the pressure was suddenly reduced, and he lifted his legs from the small pit with great effort.

Afterwards, Gu Yue moved towards the outside very embarrassedly, like a bereaved dog, quickly fled.

"How did Little Friend Xiao Tian judge that the young man was inherited from God?" Ning Fengzhi suppressed the shock in his heart, looked at Xiao Tian and asked.

Xiao Tian smiled and said, "No other, guess."

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, and said, "There are many god-level experts in the mainland. According to secret information, the Wuhun Temple Pope Bibi Dong has become a god-level expert, and he has fought fiercely with the same god-given Qian Daoliu for more than half a year. Later, due to the intervention of the third mysterious god, the three major gods mysteriously disappeared. I wonder if little friend Xiao Tian can understand?"

Xiao Tian looked at Ning Fengzhi, curled his lips and said: "I don't know, but according to secret information, Qian Daoliu has fallen, and Pope Bibi Dong seems to be seriously injured and flees. That third mysterious **** has one enemy and two, possessing the Clear Sky Hammer. , Tang Chen, the ancestor of the Haotianzong, one of the three most peerless Douluo.

Tang Chen!

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo couldn't help being solemn, and secretly felt that the news was very reliable.

They know more about Clear Sky Sect Tang Chen, especially Sword Douluo. Sword Douluo learned from his father that Qian Daoliu, the strongest swordsman in mainland China, was defeated by one person. That is Clear Sky Sect. Tang Chen.

With Qian Daoliu alive, Tang Chen is so naturally unlikely to fall.

Zhu Zhuqing almost rolled his eyes at what Xiao Tian said, and the pot was thrown directly to his father-in-law.

"No! I haven't thought about marrying yet, so how come I am a father-in-law?"

The Demon Whale God looked at his nose, his nose at his heart, and looked at Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, who was lost in thought, with solemn eyes. He couldn't help feeling a bit funny in his heart.

The true third **** is close at hand!

Half an hour later, Xiao Tian, ​​who had been a guest for a long time, bid farewell and left the Qibao Liuli Sect.

Ning Rongrong deliberately wanted to catch up with Xiao Tian and the others, but thought that Zhu Zhuqing was already level 91, and the gap between him and them was too big, so he decided to practice hard.

Ning Fengzhi didn't expect that this time Xiao Tian's arrival would make his good girl who can't sit still settle down and devote himself to cultivation.

Is this the power of love?