The entire Fasno province was like a sieve leaking everywhere under the attack of the Hell Sect Army. Although Yang Dong and others tried their best to stop the defeat, they were still unable to turn the situation back.

In just two months, most of the entire Fasno Province fell. Under pressure, Yang Dong and others had to join forces. More than a dozen gods collectively formed the Tianliang City to hinder the invasion of the Ghost Sect army.

"Six people appeared in the Ten Kings Palace, including the Great Kings Palace and the Two Kings Palace, which have the strength of a first-level god, and the rest are also second-level gods. They have more than five third-level gods under their command, and there are more than ten people at the level of priests, and there are even more Douluo-levels."

Di Tian's face was solemn, his left hand was empty, and he was attacked by a second-level god. If the Silver Dragon King had not reached out to help, he might have been dead now.

Although he saved his life, his left hand would not grow for a while.

The rest are easy to say. The two first-level gods can only be blocked by Yang Dong and the Silver Dragon King, but the remaining gods rely on gods such as the God of War, but they still have no strength.

However, Yang Dong was not unprepared!

"Dugu Bo!"

After Yang Dong heard Di Tian’s words, he turned his attention to Dugu Bo. As Dugu Bo, who has obtained the inheritance of the Rakshasa of the Plague, his achievements in toxins have long surpassed himself before.

Over the past few months, Yang Dong has only asked Dugu Bo to do one thing, that is, to study the toxins that can kill those weird creatures!

But now, there have been a lot of progress. Those weird creatures can be inactive in a short time, but they cannot be killed!

"Sir, I will definitely be able to develop it successfully if I give me a month!"

Dugu Bo's eyes were red. He hadn't slept for a week. If it weren't for the amazing physique of the title Douluo, he might have died suddenly.

This is the possibility that he and Yang Dong agreed to be able to turn the tables. As long as these seemingly endless armies are solved, they will have a chance of winning just by relying on the strong men in the Ghost Sect.

"They are here!"

The God of War, who had been listening, opened his fake eyes and looked at the sky outside the city.

Needless to say, Yang Dong and others also felt the amazing fluctuations in the sky.

"Everyone, now you have no chance of victory. There will be no one in the God Realm. I will give you a last chance to surrender to our Holy Gate, and maybe there will be a glimmer of life!"

The leading King Palace looked at Yang Dong and others standing on the city wall with a proud look, and said jokingly.

"Holy Gate? Hey, you are quite good at gilding on your face!"

The God of War sneered at the Ghost King Palace and others in the sky, with a very gloomy face.

"Oh, isn't this a God of War? Are you interested? Come up and have fun with me?"

The God of Nether sneered and looked at the God of War with interesting eyes.

"traitor!"

The Phoenix God spitted out disdainfully and looked at the God of Underworld in the sky with contempt.

"I am not a traitor. I am originally a member of the Holy Gate. The traitor cannot be put on me."

The God of Nether said with a smile, and a cold light surged in his eyes.

"Okay, we are not here to quarrel with you. Silver Dragon King, ghosts and gods, you two are very appreciative. As long as you two are willing to join the Holy Sect, this Douluo Continent will be regarded as your territory, and we will take people away immediately!"

The King Palace chuckled and looked at Yang Dong with interesting eyes.

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Yang Dong's eyes. At this time, there were still people who came to persuade him to surrender?

But isn't it a little too late?

"You don't need to say anything about persuading surrender, we won't compromise!"

Yang shook his head. It was really hard for him to agree with what the Ghost Sect did. It would be better to die than to join such an organization!

"Ghosts and gods, I have seen your strength, which is very good. But you shouldn't be so full of words. It's so embarrassing to wait until you kneel down and beg us!"

The Great King Palace showed a playful smile, and the rest of the people also looked at Yang Dong with playfulness.

"What do you mean?"

The look made Yang Dong feel an unknown feeling in his heart, and he frowned and asked softly.

"Haha, you'll know right away, bring the person up!"

The Great King Palace clapped his hands and several figures flew out from the distance from the horizon, but the difference was that an eight-year-old girl was in their hands.

The tears on the face were vaguely visible, and a cute pretty face was filled with fear.

"You probably don't know this kid, right? That's right, after all, I've never met you before!"

The King Palace smiled and lifted the child up. He exerted a little force on his palm. The girl's breathing became rapid, her limbs swayed, and the martial soul above the upper left automatically appeared.

A ghost hand that Yang Dong was extremely familiar with appeared on the girl's left arm.

"This is……"

Yang Dong's pupils suddenly contracted, it was the ghost hand martial soul!

"Did you see clearly?"

The King Palace was very satisfied with Yang Dong's expression and relaxed slightly, making the child's breathing calm.

"Come on, tell the uncle opposite you what your name is, who are you looking for when you come here?"

The girl looked at the Great King Palace in front of her in fear, and said with a begging face: "Please, please let Uncle Gui and Uncle Yueguan go, please!"

kindness?

The King Palace frowned slightly, ignored the shouting of the girl beside him, and said to Yang Dong: "Look how cute this child is! At this time, he still doesn't forget to plead for others. Ghosts and gods, do you want to watch this child die?"

What's the meaning?

Yang Dong's heart was a little confused. He thought of a problem that he had never thought about or was forgotten by him.

"Forget it, let them say it!"

Another figure flew over from a distance, grabbed a person with one hand, flew to the front of the King's Palace, and threw the two people at the place where Yang Dong and others were.

"Ghost and God Douluo, that child is your child! It is your child and the Pope! You must save her!"

The ghost who had to breathe for a while roared out with all his strength when he saw Yang Dong. After the roar, he fell into a coma like Yueguan.

My child?

Yang Dong's body froze and looked at the girl in the sky with an incredible look on his face.

yes!

If it weren't for my child, how could there be a ghost hand martial soul?

No wonder!

No wonder Bibidong said that I would regret it for life if I killed her. So that's what happened!

"It seems that the Lord Guishen has understood! The child you have never met has died in front of you. I wonder if you will be surprised if you will be surprised?"

The palm of the Great King's Palace landed on the girl's head, and she looked at Yang Dong with a strange smile on her face and said.
Chapter completed!