Douluo: Peerless Angel Glory

"I see……"

Ling Bai's golden eyes were filled with undercurrents. He listened to Bibi Dong's story about the battle between the two gods, and knew the origin of his abilities. At this moment, there was a boundless wave in his heart.

Bibi Dong's red lips curled up slightly, and her hollow purple high heels swayed slightly: "You are lucky. If it weren't for the active fusion of the Angel Holy Sword, you would have died in the middle of the night when you were abandoned by your parents.

After accepting Xue'er's Holy Angel Sword and my Rakshasa Demon Scythe, what flows in your body is no longer inferior blood, but the blood of the gods of angels and Rakshasa, twin god-level martial spirits, unique in Douluo Continent. monster.

Little one, you have inherited the blood of the angels and Rakshasa gods, and you can be regarded as the child conceived by our mother and daughter together. After receiving so much favor, you should do something for us.

Find a descendant of the Holy Angel lineage and bring her to Jialing Pass. "

Ling Bai thought for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked directly at Bibi Dong's gorgeous face, and said: "His Majesty the Pope, your request is not difficult to handle, but I am personally a little curious. Are you determined to find the Holy Angel and do what you want to do to her? What?"

"do what……"

Bibi Dong looked up at the white dome of the Pope's Palace, feeling lost: "In these ten thousand years, I have thought of Xue'er countless times, and regretted not being nice to her countless times. It was not until I was under the sword of Shura that I heard the voice of mother when we parted from life to death.

Xueer has passed away, and I will never be able to repay my debt to her. I can only make some compensation to the descendants of the child she chose. "

People always learn to cherish after losing, Ling Bai understood clearly in his heart.

"I understand, I will find the Holy Angel."

"It's best to come here at level 70 or 90, so that my compensation can be as effective as possible."

"good."

Ling Bai nodded, and suddenly felt a force coming from his hand. It was the hand that held the Snow Emperor before, but the Snow Emperor didn't care about such trivial details as holding hands, she was sending a signal.

Don’t forget to get down to business.

Ling Bai received the signal, raised his fingers and gently tapped the back of Snow Emperor's warm hand, signaling her to calm down, then turned to Bibi Dong and said:

"His Majesty the Pope, you can be resurrected by relying on the Rakshasa God's throne to absorb the evil thoughts of the world. If you lose the Rakshasa God's throne, will it affect you?"

"No, I have stabilized my soul." Bibi Dong said nonchalantly, "Actually, the role of the Rakshasa God is very limited for me now. Being bound by the power of Shura, I have no possibility of becoming a god again."

"Then, I want to inherit your Rakshasa God's throne and rebuild the broken Angel God's throne. What do you think?"

The Pope's Palace was silent for a long time. The Hell Bone Dragon lowered its breathing sensibly, for fear of breaking the silent atmosphere. The Snow Emperor held Ling Bai's hand and subconsciously tightened it, revealing the veins on the back of his white hand.

The previous generation of Rakshasa God was very close at hand, and the Snow Emperor really saw Ling Bai's hope of becoming a god. She had failed to condense the second soul core, and was forced to the depths of despair. She finally agreed to cooperate with humans to achieve the status of a god. Finally something changed, and she desperately wanted to seize that ray of light.

Bibi Dong glanced at the three figures in the center of the hall, her gaze not sparing the Hell Bone Dragon. She glanced at the Snow Emperor, who was so excited that his delicate body was trembling slightly, and then rested on Ling Bai for a long time, his eyes glowing with molten red. His golden eyes seemed to be burning.

"I like the look in your eyes very much, because I can see a prairie fire of ambition in it, which makes me feel that as long as I refuse, you will dare to show your fangs to bite and plunder."

"His Majesty the Pope, you are worrying too much. You are the ancestor and I am the younger generation. There is no reason for the younger generation to usurp the throne of our ancestors."

"Really?" Bibi Dong smiled noncommittally, "You may think so, but the Ice and Snow Girl next to you may not necessarily do so. Through the Rakshasa God, I have seen many interesting stories in the divine world.

For example, the God Realm expressly stipulates that soul beasts can never become gods, but for the sake of eternal life and divine power, soul beasts can do anything, such as sacrificing themselves as soft-bone rabbits and azure bull pythons as titan apes.

Merely snatching the throne of God is completely normal. "

Hearing this, the look in the Snow Emperor's eyes was dark and unclear. If Bibi Dong refused to hand over the throne, she would definitely encourage Ling Bai to take action for her own sake and for the future of the Far North Soul Beast.

"That's all, there is no need to divide us for the sake of the divine position." Bibi Dong said, "My era was ten thousand years ago, and it is useless to occupy the divine position at this time. It is better to choose you as the inheritor. After all, I said , you are also my child.”

With a little jade finger, a purple-black star gently fell into Ling Bai's eyebrows.

Ling Bai's expression suddenly became strange, and the corners of his mouth twitched:

"The Rakshasa test brings the owner of the Holy Angel Spirit to Jialing Pass. The time limit is ten years, and the Rakshasa affinity is rewarded with 100%, and the inheritance of the Rakshasa divine position begins.

Is the inheritance of gods so casual..."

"This Pope is the Rakshasa God. I have the final say on how you will be tested!"

Bibi Dong's domineering display attracted Ling Bai and Snow Emperor to look at her sideways.

"Thank you, His Majesty the Pope."

"Stop doing this, and do the things I give you more beautifully." Bibi Dong hinted.

Ling Bai's free hand quietly made an OK gesture.

Winner or loser, after 10,000 years of propaganda by Poseidon's supporters, Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God, has a bad reputation. He is the initiator of disasters, a war maniac, an evil god... he has hundreds of unpleasant names on his head. .

In case the Holy Angel also thinks that she is a sinner in Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong hopes that Ling Bai can beautify her image.

The atmosphere became harmonious again, and Ling Bai continued to ask: "Do you know the whereabouts of the Broken Angel God?"

Bibi Dong pursed her lips and said slowly: "Tang San shattered the Angel God's Throne back then. The originally shattered Angel God's Throne was in Xue'er's body. She died in Jialing Pass, and the God's Throne naturally ended up here, and I will protect it on my behalf. .

A thousand years ago, I was using the Rakshasa throne to absorb the evil thoughts of heaven and earth to reshape my body. A soul beast suddenly broke into Jialing Pass, took advantage of my lack of time to clone myself, took away the angel throne and fled far away. "

"Which soul beast is so bold that it even dares to snatch the divine throne?" Ling Bai was surprised, "Emperor Tian, ​​Evil Emperor, Demon Emperor?"

The only ones he could think of were the top two super beasts among the top ten beasts and the ocean overlord, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.

"No, the name of that soul beast is the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat Emperor."

"It sounds a bit familiar. It seems to be the spirit beast that lurked in the Slaughter City ten thousand years ago and controlled the ninety-ninth-level titled Douluo Tang Chen to become the King of Slaughter. Wasn't it killed by Tang San?"

"You know quite a lot."

Bibi Dong tapped the Pope's throne rhythmically with her fingers and said coldly: "The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat Emperor is the guardian soul beast of the previous Rakshasa God. Its status in the Killing City is similar to that of the Great White Shark, the demon soul of the sacred beast of Poseidon Island. King, is much stronger, otherwise it would not be able to control Tang Chen.

The blood-red nine-headed bat emperor has an innate soul skill, which is rebirth with blood.

Tang San didn't kill it completely. After being reborn, the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat Emperor hid in the old site of the Slaughter City, absorbing the skyrocketing sea of ​​blood to grow, and its cultivation grew rapidly. "

Ling Bai smiled helplessly, this was Tang Sanzheng's job again. The snow-colored swan kiss of the fairy grass inspired the blood sea to continuously grow under the killing city. The blood sea swallowed the killing city, and in the end it all benefited the blood-red nine-headed bat emperor.

Bibi Dong then recounted the past: "In just a few thousand years, the nine-headed blood-red bat emperor broke through several catastrophes in succession. It was too impatient and overestimated its own bloodline. It found that it could not break through seven even if it tried its best. After the 100,000-year catastrophe, the idea of ​​a divine throne came up.

The blood-red nine-headed bat emperor knew that I was dead, so it came to Jialing Pass to look for the Rakshasa God's throne. It didn't expect that I actually came back from the dead, and the Rakshasa God's throne still belonged to me.

The god to whom the guardian soul beast is enshrined is absolutely restrained. The blood-red nine-headed bat emperor did not dare to attack its master at all, but it discovered Xueer's broken angel throne and took the opportunity to kidnap her..."

"pity……"

Ling Bai and Snow Emperor sighed in unison.

Bibi Dong's tone was cold: "The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat Emperor is an evil soul beast that swallows the blood of living creatures. In today's era, his ability is called the ultimate blood. His control over blood is unparalleled in the world, and he is also good at spiritual attacks.

If you want to recast the angelic throne, then the blood-red nine-headed bat emperor is the enemy you must face.

Its soul ring and soul bone are of great benefit to the Spider Emperor martial soul I bestowed upon you. That beast dared to take away Xue'er's divine position, and he just happened to kill it at the same time. "

Ling Bai nodded repeatedly and asked a crucial question: "Where is the bloody nine-headed bat emperor's territory?"

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow: "I can't leave Jialing Pass. You can find it yourself. I guess it may be the former site of the Killing City, which is the most suitable place for it."

"knew."

"Okay, let's leave Jialing Pass. I hope you can bring the people I want to see next time we meet."

Bibi Dong waved her hand, and the door of the Pope's Palace suddenly opened, revealing six embarrassed-looking worshipers of the Wuhun Palace. Including the seriously injured Qianjun Jiangmo, each of the six priests stretched their heads on the door and listened to the corner.

"I...I didn't eavesdrop."

Golden Crocodile Douluo coughed slightly and straightened his clothes: "Come on, let us old guys see you off."

The six major worshipers surrounded Ling Bai and left. Along the way, they asked questions about whether the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect was treating him well and whether there were any forces in the Douluo Continent targeting him. They named Tang Sect and Shrek Academy.

After hearing that everything was going well for Ling Bai, Golden Crocodile Douluo was still worried and escorted him to Jialing City. When they parted, he raised his fist as big as a vinegar bowl and told Ling Bai:

A few old guys can't leave here, but if Ling Bai encounters danger, he can find a way to lure him to Jialing City. They will let the visitors know what the remaining power of Wuhun Palace is!

The figures of the six great worshipers gradually faded away, and Ling Bai sighed slightly. After ten thousand years, the worshipers of Wuhun Palace still care about the Seraphim. This is all the wealth accumulated by the sages.

After a moment, he felt something struggling in his hand, and when he looked sideways, he happened to meet the Snow Emperor's knife-like eyes.

"How does it feel?"

The tone was cold, as if a cold wind from the far north was blowing.

"It feels warm to the touch, cool and tender, like the finest jade."

Emperor Xue was very annoyed, why did you really comment on it, and then he pulled away.

"It's really hard to find a chance to hold your hand for a while." Ling Bai was quite sorry. Ice Sky Snow Girl was born with ice skin and snowy skin, and Snow Emperor's skin was the best among women.

The Snow Emperor was speechless and choked, and after a long time he said quietly: "Have you held hands few times? And you have held hands for a long time, from the Pope's Palace to now."

"Then just a little longer, today we have solved the big trouble in your mind and mine. No matter what the ending of the Angel God's throne is, at least we have obtained the Rakshasa God's throne.

Have a drink to celebrate? "

Ling Bai stretched out his hand to invite Snow Emperor. Snow Emperor glared at him, but gently placed his palm on it, which meant that his wish was granted.

At night, dressed in white clothes, the snow is better than the snow, with three thousand green hairs like waterfalls. The Snow Emperor's eyebrows are gleaming, and the smile on his lips is relieved, and he softly says:

"I am happy today, and I will make an exception to satisfy you.

In a month or two, when you break through to Soul Saint and hand over the soul ring to you, I can learn to maintain my health and play chess like Yi Lao.

You didn't lie to me back in the Far North. After you accepted the Rakshasa test, your path to becoming a god has become stable. In the future, the people of the Far North will entrust you to me, and I no longer have to bear the pressure..."

"You are also an extremely northern soul beast. Do you want to be included in the soul beasts entrusted to me?"

"greedy."

The Snow Emperor scolded lightly, but could not suppress the curve of his red lips. He looked up at the boundless starry sky with a distant look in his eyes.

They walked slowly, like ordinary people walking. Ling Bai first found the battlefield with Qianjun to conquer the demons, and used the Angel Domain to clear away the traces of the Snow Emperor and the Hell Bone Dragon. Then he went to a serious restaurant, ordered some special delicacies of Jialing City, and drank wine with the Snow Emperor to celebrate his great victory on the road to becoming a god.

"Click——"

Ling Bai noticed something strange in the storage soul guide, and took out a white jade bracelet that was broken in half.

"What's wrong?"

The Snow Emperor cast his gaze, and the goblet on the green fingertips was filled with mellow red liquid.

"It's okay. The twin soul guides are broken. Someone from the Star Luo Empire sent me a signal."

…

Jialing Pass.

After the six major worshipers sent Ling Bai off, they dispersed, but Golden Crocodile Douluo knocked on the door of the Pope's Palace alone.

The door opened, and Bibi Dong saw Golden Crocodile Douluo and asked directly: "Golden Crocodile, why are you looking for me alone?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo took out a ball of beating flame. The flame turned into a transparent golden color like glass, releasing a pure divine aura. From time to time, six-winged lights and shadows appeared in the flame.

"He said he would definitely do what he promised. I hope this can comfort you a little."

Golden Crocodile Douluo carefully held up the flame, and the flame seemed to sense something and turned into a small seraph, falling obediently into Bibi Dong's palm.

Bibi Dong sat quietly on the Pope's throne, her eyes looking at the little angel were stunned for a moment. The seraph was her midnight nightmare ten thousand years ago, but it is her eternal obsession ten thousand years later.

A purple halo rippled around Bibi Dong, and the originally glorious Pope's Palace suddenly turned into darkness, and a broken sky appeared. There were holes on the earth, and a purple shadow was covered by a blood-red sword. Nailed to the ground, white bones lay quietly all around, most of them broken.

"He is a smart and attentive child..."

The beautiful figure who was nailed by the long sword slowly spoke, it was Bibi Dong, the figure of the pope sitting high above was all an illusion. This was her true state, a miserable loser under the Shura sword.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked around and saw densely packed imperial soldiers standing in front. They had died long ago, and their remaining obsessions were resurrected by the evil power of Rakshasa. They raised their heads, their expressions were so angry and unwilling.

Bibi Dong said calmly: "Golden Crocodile, everyone in the corner must have heard it. He wants to recast the angelic throne. Then the fate of you, the worshipers, and thousands of soldiers, and all the Rakshasa resurrected people, has been determined."

Golden Crocodile Douluo opened his arms and laughed loudly:

"Becoming a corner of the angelic throne...

That is a great honor for me! "