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The soul passed through Douluo, and Dai Canglan became a descendant of the royal family of the Star Luo Empire. As a prince, his father was defeated and died in a fierce battle for the throne. According to the cold and cruel rules of the Star Luo royal family, as the son of a loser, he should have had his martial spirit revoked and been placed under house arrest in the wilderness of the empire for the rest of his life, lingering in loneliness. Unwilling to perish, Dai Canglan burned with the flames of revenge in his heart and vowed to reverse his fate and restore the emperor's destiny. He works step by step in the dark, vowing to cut off the established river of destiny and ascend to the top of power. After many years of hard training, Dai Canglan finally became a titled Douluo, knocking on the door of inheritance in the divine residence. However, Poseidon thought that he was too violent, Shura God thought that he was not aggressive enough, and even Rakshasa God thought that his heart was not poisonous enough to break the coldness - darkness and sin could not completely swallow up his heart, and the glimmer of humanity was still lurking deep in his soul. With the path to divine status cut off, Dai Canglan turned to relying on his golden finger to travel through countless parallel worlds. He endured extreme pain and allowed his martial soul to evolve into the Dark Devilgod Tiger; he created his own martial soul transformation ritual to forcibly forge the power of Zihuang to destroy the dragon; he also secretly planned to rescue the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and use it for his own use. He has traveled through all the heavens and studied thousands of secret techniques, and his strength has been improving day by day. In the end, he broke free from the shackles of the gods, used his own path to create his own divine status, and finally became the supreme and evil Lord of Light God King. On the pinnacle of the intertwining of good and evil, he looked down at the Douluo plane with a contemptuous smile. "War God Dai Mubai? Poseidon Tang San? It only increases laughter and conversation!"

In the battle between the two gods of Jialing Pass, Bibi Dong was unwilling to die. He burned out the power of Rakshasa and coerced the sea god Tang San and the angel god Qian Renxue to reverse time and space and go back to fourteen years ago. Due to a twist of fate, the identities of the three gods were unexpectedly changed, and the Rakshasa godhead containing Bibi Dong's remaining spiritual thoughts finally fell into the body of Tang San, who had just absorbed the soul bone attached to the Human-Faced Demon Spider. Time flies so fast, and another ten years have passed by in a blink of an eye. On the battlefield of Jialing Pass. Bibi Dong lives in the center of the sky full of holy light, wearing gilded angel armor: "No one can stop my Wuhun Palace from unifying the continent." Qian Renxue's body was full of murderous aura, with bloody divine lines covering her body. She no longer had the holiness of the past. She held the Angel Sword in her left hand and the Shura Demon Sword in her right hand. She looked down at the world and stood in front of the other six monsters of Shrek Academy to protect everyone. Amidst the rumbling sound, the blue silver grass wrapped around the Rakshasa claws fell from the sky, and the battlefield was suddenly enveloped in a strange atmosphere of confrontation.

The soul of a modern girl travels to a perfect world and becomes an orphan girl from a tribe in the wilderness. Using the heaven and earth as a furnace, he smelted the blood of all beasts and forcibly refined a world-shaking treasure. From the wild mountains and forests to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, from the humble ants to the powerful ones in the heavens. In this life, she will change her destiny against the will of heaven and live her own myth!

I traveled through time and became the son of a maid next to Pope Bibi Dong. I took a useless script with a white-armored earth dragon martial spirit and a second-and-a-half innate soul power, and prepared to live a peaceful life in Douluo Continent. But that unattainable female pope looked at me more and more strangely every day. From scrutiny, curiosity, to an almost paranoid dependence. When no one is around, she will drop all her majesty and hold my hand tightly like grabbing a life-saving straw: "Only you know where I come from." From then on, I used my mortal body to pave a new divine path for her. When the curse of the Rakshasa god and the light of the angel god intertwined in her body, and when the fateful enemy came to the city, she stretched out her hands to me in the eyes of everyone, with a smile like a flower: "Come here, my little emperor dragon, let them see who is the god you should be loyal to."