Douluo Dalu: I can steal other people's martial arts spirits

"Is it possible that you can see the big offering if you want?"

On the left, a man with a tiger came out and said coldly.

This man was wearing heavy armor, similar to crocodile skin, and his whole body was glowing with golden light.

"Golden Crocodile Douluo?"

Ling Mo looked at him coldly and saw him gently raising his hand, and a ball of cyan light condensed in his hand.

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"How presumptuous, you don't have the right to speak here..."

Ling Mo's behavior completely fell into Bibi Dong's eyes, and she aimed a cold shout at Jin Crocodile, trying to stop Ling Mo.

Unfortunately... it was too late for her to speak!

I saw a beam of light flashing, and in an instant... the golden crocodile originally standing on the steps had been knocked away, and his life or death was unknown.

Ling Mo didn't kill him, otherwise...he might not even have any residue left after that blow just now.

"My patience is limited! You should know my temper very well...

Today, I came to Wuhun Hall not to seek revenge. If you still dare to speak arrogantly in front of me, don’t blame me for being ruthless..."

After saying that, Ling Mo ignored everyone and went straight to the main hall at the end of Wuhun Palace...

"His Majesty the Pope, do you want to stop him?"

He saw that the direction Ling Mo was going was exactly the enshrinement hall, and Qian Daoliu was inside.

Everyone was shocked and petitioned Bibi Dong to stop Ling Mo...

"No! His strength has already surpassed all of us. If even the great worshiper cannot suppress him, it will be useless even if we all join forces today..."

Bibi Dong was quite thoughtful. At that moment, she had already discovered the gap between herself and Ling Mo.

In just three years, what exactly has he done, and why has his strength improved so quickly?

"I don't know what this little friend wants to do if he breaks into my hall..."

Just as Ling Mo broke into the worship hall, a cold voice came over, carrying a cold murderous intent.

Suddenly, an old man came out from behind and looked at Ling Mo coldly.

This person looks kind and kind, but the insidiousness and cunning in his heart cannot be hidden at all.

Anyone who is familiar with him knows that this guy is definitely not an easy person to get along with. If you deal with him, you may be tricked to death by him one day.

"Qiandaoliu? Level 99 Ultimate Douluo, Seraphim Martial Spirit..."

Ling Mo took his time and entered the hall alone, went straight to a seat and sat down.

He didn't seem to care about Qian Daoliu's killing intent. In his opinion, this killing intent was too weak, not even one-tenth of Tang Chen's.

It's not that his strength is poor, just in terms of killing intent, he is definitely not as good as Tang Chen...

"you know me?"

Qian Daoliu looked at it with cold eyes, feeling very surprised in his heart.

What is the origin of this boy who suddenly arrived? He actually knew all his information.

What he was even more curious about was that, facing him, a ninety-ninth-level Ultimate Douluo, because Ling Mo acted so calmly, wasn't he afraid that Qian Daoliu would kill him?

"We know each other, of course we know each other! After all, we are still relatives..."

Ling Mo grinned. He came this time not to kill Qian Daoliu, but to invite him to take a trip to heaven.

That's right, Tang Chen has already done it, and now it's just a matter of Qian Daoliu. As for Bo Saixi, Ling Mo has no idea for the time being because he doesn't know where Poseidon Island is.

These two people are enough, let’s talk about the rest.

"Relatives? When did I, Qianjia, have a relative like you?"

Qian Daoliu was very confused. In his memory, their family was all from a single generation, and there seemed to be no relatives living outside...

Facing Qian Daoliu's doubts, Ling Mo said calmly: "Qian Renxue knows, right? My wife..."

"Nima..."

Qian Daoliu immediately became angry when he heard about Qian Renxue. He was such a precious granddaughter, how could he not care?

Ling Mo, this guy, said Qian Renxue was his wife as soon as he said it. Isn't this obviously looking for trouble?

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Daoliu instantly activated his martial spirit and slapped him hard with his palm.

Who would have thought that before the palm force hit Ling Mo, he had already stopped, unable to take a step forward or back...

"Tsk, tsk, are you so angry? I'm not kidding you. Your granddaughter, my wife, is the saint of your Wuhun Palace, Qian Renxue...

If you don’t believe it, you can ask her in person, and she promises to tell you what a wonderful time we have experienced during this period..."

"Mad! I will fight with you..."

The more he listened, the more irritated he became. Qian Daoliu's originally indifferent attitude was shattered by Ling Mo's few words.

Listening to what he meant, has Xueer fallen?

It’s simply unbearable. The cabbage you worked so hard to grow was eaten by a pig when you went out for a walk?

"Calm down! My grandson-in-law is so irritable when I meet him for the first time, how will outsiders think..."

Ling Mo fought back Qian Daoliu with his hand. No matter how he attacked, he couldn't get close to Ling Mo.

Qian Daoliu was so frightened that his back felt cold. Where did this kid come from? Why can't I even break the energy shield around him when I hit him with all my strength?

In anger, Qian Daoliu directly sacrificed his martial soul's true form, Seraphim, preparing to give Ling Mo a strong blow.

Who would have thought that Qian Daoliu was restrained before Ling Mo could even activate his martial soul's true form with just a wave of his hand.

"Boy! What kind of magic are you using? Why can't I, a great Ultimate Douluo, get close to you?"

Qian Daoliu was panic-stricken. The strongest opponent he had ever met in his life was Tang Chen. However, he and Tang Chen only had Tang Chen's advantage. They had fought back and forth.

But compared with Lingmo, it was a one-sided crushing. The opponent didn't even make a move, but defeated him completely...

When did the Extreme Douluo become so rubbish?

"Me? I have many identities, such as... the first generation of the Absolute God Temple Master, Absolute God...

Lingmo, the Ghost Gate Sect Master, and your grandson-in-law, which one do you want to ask?"

"Absolute God?"

Qian Daoliu's face changed drastically when he heard this name...

He didn't expect that the opponent was actually a god, which explained why he couldn't even take Lingmo's light attack just now.

At the god level, it is no longer something that can be compensated by the power of the martial soul. No matter how powerful he is, he can't match a god.

"You said you are my grandson-in-law? What evidence do you have?"

"Old man, are you annoying? What evidence or no evidence? You can ask Xue'er yourself and find out.

Also, if it wasn't for Xue'er, I would have beaten you up long ago.

You start pointing fingers and want to beat and kill me right away. Do you really think I have no temper?"

Lingmo was overwhelmed by the series of questions. To be honest...if it wasn't for the fact that he is Qian Renxue's grandfather, Lingmo would definitely beat him up first...

If you have anything to say, talk after you beat him up, so that he won't keep talking nonsense and think he is so awesome...

Evidence? Where can Lingmo find evidence for him? First blood? There is no marriage certificate in this world...

Qian Daoliu looked very ugly after being scolded by Lingmo. In all his years, when has he ever been so angry?

But even if he was angry, he had to hold it in, because he couldn't beat him...