Douluo: Peerless Angel Glory

Six of the Seven Great Enshrinements have come, why don’t you bring out Qian Daoliu!

This was the first thought that came to Ling Bai's heart.

The pressure of the four Spirit Hall enshrinements was so great. They joined forces and felt like the sky was falling. The Snow Emperor's brows were filled with coldness. He pointed his finger a little farther away, and the magic sword instantly condensed into ice. Through the ice, you could see the dancing expressions on their faces. The color of excitement.

The old man in gold robes and silver embroidered makeup walked out immediately. His whole body was covered with a layer of fine golden scales, and a huge long tail full of thorns trailed behind him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, the second enshrined in the Wuhun Palace, a ninety-eighth-level titled Douluo, the Golden Crocodile King of Wuhun.

The Snow Emperor took a step forward, vaguely blocking Ling Bai behind him. His beautiful sky-blue eyes dimmed slightly. The goose-feather snow was raging in the Emperor Hantian's domain. It scraped against the hard crocodile scales on Golden Crocodile Douluo's body, causing a sharp collision of gold and iron. Voice.

"Roar--"

The Death Hell Bone Dragon roars, and the power of the dragon sweeps across the world. The death god's sickle-like curved dragon claws are stained with a layer of scarlet. Golden Crocodile Douluo has entered the dangerous area, and the Death Hell Bone Dragon has an uncontrollable desire!

The scene was tense for a while. Facing the Snow Emperor and the Hell Bone Dragon who were preparing to attack, Golden Crocodile Douluo stopped. A pair of vigorous golden eyes stared at Ling Bai above the Death Hell Bone Dragon. He bowed deeply. road:

"I apologize to you on behalf of Qianjun Jiangmo.

They forgot one thing. We are enshrined in Wuhun Temple and shoulder the responsibility of the guardian angel god. Resurrection by relying on the evil power of Rakshasa does not mean being that woman's eagle dog.

We have all died once, and disobeying her orders is nothing more than dying again. Qianjun Conquers the Demon should not and cannot take action against you as a descendant of an angel, so you are to blame for this end. "

do not fight?

As soon as these words came out, Snow Emperor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She has lost her flesh and blood body and soul bones, and her strength is only half of what she was in her heyday. The four major worshipers are all top human beings. If the two sides fight with real swords and guns, Golden Crocodile Douluo can pester her for a while and provide for the other three. People are fighting for time, and a Hell Bone Dragon cannot protect Ling Bai under the hands of the three major worshipers.

"Senior Jin Crocodile, please rise. I understand that you can't help yourself."

In the detection of the Spider King's sensor, Golden Crocodile Douluo showed no hostility at all, and Ling Bai also sent out a signal of goodwill.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood up slowly. His bow was not to Ling Bai, a junior, but to the Spirit Hall and Angel Bloodline that he had guarded his whole life, and to his eldest brother Qiandaoliu, who he had respected all his life.

"Can I... take a look at your seraph?" Golden Crocodile Douluo's lips twitched and he couldn't help but make a request.

Ling Bai unfolded the six wings of the angel and floated to the ground. Although the phantom of the angel behind him couldn't see its true face clearly, it instantly attracted the attention of the four worshipers.

"Yes...it's Xue'er!"

The Fourth Sacrifice Lion Douluo was so excited that he burst into tears. He had no children in his life, and he looked at Qian Renxue as if he were his own granddaughter. He died thousands of years ago to save Qian Renxue.

Qingluan Douluo, who was enshrined in the third place, had a withdrawn temperament, but there was warmth in his eyes when he looked at the angel's shadow. Guangling Douluo, who was enshrined in the fifth place, sighed to Ling Bai:

"Brother's seraph is inherited from the first-generation angel god, and your seraph comes from Xue'er, and the angel's light and shadow are also her breath. From a certain perspective, you are Xue'er's child."

"It seems not very accurate..."

Ling Bai fell into deep thought. Seraphim belonged to Qian Renxue, the last angel god. The problem was that there was also the Spider Emperor of Hell. According to the logic of Light Ling Douluo, wasn't he the child of the mother and daughter? !

Can't think about it, don't dare to think about it!

After confirming the origin of Ling Bai's bloodline, Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed loudly: "Little guy, you inherited Xue'er's Seraphim, that's the one we want to protect. What are your wishes? We old guys can help You achieve it!”

"Senior Golden Crocodile, I want to ask you two things." Ling Bai pointed to the outside of Jialing City, "What is that person trying to capture me alive? Where are the Angel and Rakshasa thrones?"

"this……"

Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned: "I am the strongest among the Resurrection Titled Douluo, and her orders are usually given directly to me. I want to arrest you because I want to do something with you, and it seems to be related to Xue'er. .

As for the two major divine thrones... when the Rakshasa God fell, the angelic throne was damaged, but as a former Rakshasa God, she might know the whereabouts of her divine throne. "

Ling Bai clicked his tongue lightly and asked, "Can you invite her to meet me here?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo shook his head: "She was restricted by Shura's divine power and was trapped in the Land of God's Fall, unable to move. That's why I issued an order to capture you... In fact, it's not just her. We, who were resurrected by the evil power of Rakshasa, have the ultimate range of activities. It’s just Jialing City.”

"We must see this side..." Ling Bai sighed, "Since she wants to see me so much, please ask me, senior, to take me there."

Golden Crocodile Douluo took a deep look at Ling Bai. Through the previous exchanges, he had already understood why Ling Bai agreed to see her. The temptation of the divine position was enough to drive all the soul masters in Douluo Continent crazy, let alone Ling Bai. The destiny successors who are extremely suitable for the two great gods.

"Little guy, it's a good thing that you have this ambition. No matter what conflict happens with her in the future, we old guys will fight tooth and nail to protect you."

Golden Crocodile Douluo left a word and soared into the air. The three major offerings shattered the ice that sealed Qianjun's demon. The two brothers were shivering from the cold. Before they could react, they were faced with two big fights, a lion fight. Luo and Guang Ling Douluo fired their bows left and right while shouting and cursing in a low voice:

"You two fools, you just do whatever you are told to do. You dare to attack the descendants of angels. Are you worthy of the Spirit Hall, your elder brother, and Xue'er!"

"We are wrong, please be gentle, fourth and fifth brothers!"

The Death Prison Bone Dragon followed behind the Golden Crocodile Douluo, Ling Bai and Xue Di stood above it, and Xue Di sent a voice message: "Can these guys be trusted? Will this trip be dangerous?"

Ling Bai sent a voice message to reply: "They are the worshippers of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago. Several of them died in battle for the last generation of angel gods. They are quite loyal.

And there is no one hundred percent reliability in this world. For our road to becoming a god and for the two great god positions, we must take some risks to meet the resurrected Rakshasa God."

"Yeah."

Xue Di nodded slightly, the night wind blew on her face, she held her flying hair, and stared at the figure beside her with her peripheral vision, without saying a word.

Everyone left Jialing City and came to the ancient battlefield of Jialing Pass. Ten thousand years had passed, and the yellow sand had long buried the traces of the war. This ancient site became a landscape that soul masters sighed and sighed.

From the moment the Death Prison Bone Dragon entered the battlefield airspace, Ling Bai found that a special domain space covered his whole body, just like the space folded, and the surroundings became unusually quiet.

There was a constant flow of power in this space, which was a power mixed with death, evil and darkness. The Death Prison Spider Emperor Wuhun seemed to have found its mother and began to become restless.

From a distance, they saw a white jade palace. Golden Crocodile Douluo smiled and said, "This is the Spirit Hall. Although it is the appearance she created with the evil power of Rakshasa, it can also let you see our glory ten thousand years ago. At that time, it was truly the Holy Land of Soul Masters in the hearts of the people of Douluo Continent." The Spirit Hall is carved from the finest white jade, and the walls are engraved with various ancient soul beasts. Ling Bai saw top soul beasts such as the Ice Jade Scorpion and the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear, but did not see the relief of the Ice and Snow Girl. He could not help but tease the Snow Queen, saying that he would also build a power in the future and erect the largest sculpture for the Snow Queen. According to the regulations of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago, the position of the Pope's Hall was lower than the Worship Hall where the seven great worshippers lived, but the entire space was created by one person, so why bother to disgust himself, so in the space, the Pope's Hall stood on the top of the Spirit Hall. Ling Bai pushed open the majestic white jade door of the Pope's Palace. A pale purple figure sat on the Pope's throne, which symbolized supreme status. Ten thousand years could not leave any traces on her gorgeous face. Instead, her noble and cold beauty became stronger and more beautiful, as if she did not belong to the human world.

Ling Bai looked at the beautiful woman standing high above him, and walked forward with a faint smile:

"How should I address you?

Senior?

Rakshasa God?

Or...

Your Holiness the Pope."

The woman sat on the Pope's throne, her jade hands gently supporting her head, her graceful body outlined by the breastplate in an attractive arc, her slender white jade legs crossed, her beautiful eyes looking at the handsome boy below, her red lips slightly parted:

"This is the Spirit Hall."

"Your Holiness the Pope."

The woman smiled with satisfaction, and her majestic voice was transmitted to the Spirit Hall worshiper at the door: "You leave, I will talk to him alone."

Golden Crocodile Douluo warned: "Bibi Dong, if you hurt this child, our brothers will definitely not let you go."

"Just you?" Bibi Dong said contemptuously, "Golden Crocodile, you can stand and talk now thanks to my Rakshasa evil power, and the dog you raised actually bared its teeth and threatened its owner?"

"I just expressed our attitude, you know it very well." Golden Crocodile Douluo emphasized his tone and did not give in.

"You old guys gave me trouble ten thousand years ago, and you are still causing me trouble ten thousand years later. You don't listen to anyone except the angels. You are stubborn and stubborn."

Bibi Dong waved her hands in annoyance: "I have hurt one child, and I don't want to hurt another one."

"That's great."

Golden Crocodile Douluo left with the offerings, and closed the door of the Pope's Palace.

In the glorious Pope's Palace, only Bibi Dong, Ling Bai, Xue Di and Death Prison Bone Dragon were left.

Bibi Dong curled her lips, smiling: "If I remember correctly, you are less than fifteen years old, but you are quite capable. You solved the little trouble I left for you in the Sea of ​​Spirit and got a Titled Douluo-level undead creature as a thug.

This is the Ice and Snow Girl from the Far North, who actually dedicated her soul rings and soul bones to humans, just like the little rabbit ten thousand years ago, and became a traitor to the soul beast clan."

The temperature suddenly dropped wildly, and as the Snow Queen's heart became angry, a layer of solid ice instantly condensed on the ground of the Pope's Palace, but the ice layer spread to Bibi Dong's feet and suddenly stopped, as if it had encountered an insurmountable natural chasm.

Ling Bai grabbed Xue Di's hand and pulled her behind him, his eyes burning as he said:

"Pope, Xue Di is dedicated to the Far North Clan. She is my most important partner and guardian. Please be careful with your words.

Why don't we just be direct? What do you want to see me for?"

Bibi Dong straightened her body, her beautiful purple eyes rippled:

"Okay, then I won't beat around the bush with you. I want you to find the owner of the Holy Angel spirit and bring her to me."

"Holy Angel..."

Ling Bai narrowed his eyes: "Why?"

Bibi Dong's expression revealed a trace of reminiscence, and she slowly said: "When the two gods fought against each other at Jialing Pass, Xue'er and I lost to Tang San and Xiao Wu. I paid the price of my life to help Xue'er block the fatal blow of the Shura Sword, but Xue'er's position was still broken, and her spirit power stagnated at level 89 for life.

The Rakshasa throne is intact, and I did not choose a successor to the god, so it has been around me constantly absorbing evil thoughts from the Douluo Continent. After about a hundred years, I regained a touch of consciousness. "

Hearing this, a light flashed in Ling Bai's eyes. Snow Emperor also caught the details in Bibi Dong's words, and his beautiful sky-blue eyes shone brightly.

Bibi Dong continued: "A hundred years later, the world has changed. The Wuhun Palace has long been gone. Only the two empires and the rising Shrek Academy are left. I can't speak or move. I can only silently watch what happens on this ancient battlefield. everything of.

A few months later, Xue'er came, and Tang San kept her promise and let her go. That day was my memorial day, and she came to pay homage to my unfit mother.

Xue'er said a lot to me. She is about to reach the end of her life as a Contra practitioner, but she can't worry about one thing. From Qian Daoliu to Qian Xunji and then to her, the Seraphim martial arts have been passed down from generation to generation. , but she had already sealed her heart and loved her, and was unable to pass on the Seraphim.

Perhaps due to fate, she picked up an abandoned baby in Jialing City, so she gave the remaining seraph blood in her body to the child. This was the first generation of holy angels and a weakened seraph.

Xueer died in front of me. I wanted to hug her, but at that time I could only watch in vain. Later, I tried my best to use Rakshasa evil power to resurrect a soldier of the Wuhun Empire, and ordered him to bury Xueer's bones, including the six soul bones of the Angel God's costume and the Angel Holy Sword, the artifact of the God of Angels.

In the next ten thousand years, I slowly accumulated strength, and I thought about the children who would inherit Xue'er's bloodline all the time. Until that year, a couple abandoned a child, which happened to be the place where Xueer was buried. His life was not meant to be cut off, but he actually triggered the angel holy sword to merge with himself.

The Holy Angel Sword is an artifact of the God of Angels. In addition, it has absorbed the power of Xue'er's bones and other angelic costumes. The blood of the Seraphim contained in it is purer than what Xue'er injected into the child's body.

I suddenly had an idea. I wanted to meet the descendants of Xue'er's bloodline, but the person who was resurrected by the evil power of Rakshasa and I couldn't leave Jialing City, so why not let this child help me. I sent the Rakshasa Demon Scythe into his body, allowing him to possess my power, and then watched him be taken away by the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, where he would get the best conditions to grow.

I believe that when he discovers that he is related to the two gods of Wuhun Palace, he will definitely return to Jialing Pass. This is the guidance of fate..."