Douluo: Peerless Angel Glory

What six-winged angel is the Death Prison Douluo? It's just a fantasy of an evil soul master before his death.

The result is wrong, and the process is useless. Zero points.

The Holy Spirit leader of a generation drifted away in the wind in extreme regret and resentment. The last contribution he made to the world was to feed the six-winged angel with his soul power.

Most of Zhongli Wu's strength is in his natal beast, the Bone Dragon King. His soul skills are more auxiliary. The betrayal of the Bone Dragon King caused his strength to plummet. If he hadn't been killed by Ling Bai, his future ending would be worse than that of Xuan Lao. His soul power of level 98 might drop to level 95.

"Leader!!!"

The evil Douluos shouted sadly.

"Wu'er!"

Ye Xishui's eyes were stained with blood. No matter how much she hated Zhongli Laogui, she always had high hopes for her son Zhongli Wu. Otherwise, she would not have given the position of Holy Spirit Leader to Zhongli Wu when she was old and strong.

She also didn't expect that the ninety-eight-level Super Evil Douluo, plus the Extreme Bone Dragon King who had received the blessing of the Silver Dragon King, two powerful men standing at the top of the Douluo Continent, could not kill a small Soul Douluo, and it was a Soul Douluo who was still injured by the Light of Death!

What's even more outrageous is that the Bone Dragon King turned against his former master and chased his old master all the way, and finally caused Zhongli Wu to die with hatred!

As for Zhongli Wu's words before his death, no one cared at this moment. It was like the first villain of the Tianzi number pointing at the chief constable of the continent and saying, hey, actually he is my teammate, we are birds of a feather!

Isn't this just a donkey in the mountains running out of tricks, starting to make up stories and throw dirty water!

The truth is destined to sink into the sea and not splash a ripple.

In the future, there will only be a legend left, and the storytellers on the streets will tell the children vividly:

The six-winged angel shouted that the evil beast did not surrender, and the Bone Dragon King bowed his head, and the auxiliary angel ended the life of the last Holy Spirit leader, and returned a bright and clear world to the world!

The Bone Dragon King knelt obediently in front of Ling Bai, with its ferocious dragon head close to the ground. Everyone couldn't help but twitch their eyes and kept looking at this master and servant who had a strong sense of disharmony between the saint and the evil.

This scene was too shocking to the worldview, they had to slow down!

"Such a good opportunity to cut off the wings of the Sun and Moon Empire, don't you want to join the battle?"

Ling Bai climbed up the dragon head with ease and said condescendingly.

As soon as these words came out, the ten people who came out of Qiankun Wenqing Valley immediately began to get ready. Zhang Lexuan and Han Ruoruo, who were high-level Soul Douluo and whose strength was comparable to that of Titled Douluo, went directly to the ninth-level Soul Master.

Huo Yuhao and others did their best to help Shrek reduce the pressure on their master. Ning Tian Wufeng went to support Ye Guyi. It was a bit difficult for the level 70 Holy Angel to fight against the Evil Douluo alone.

Only Ling Qiuxi did not join the battle. She jumped on the top of the Bone Dragon King, holding the golden dragon spear, and stood beside Ling Bai like the most conscientious guard.

Ling Bai knew that she was worried about him, and her presence was a trump card. He smiled gently, and the Bone Dragon King flapped his wings and rushed towards the direction of the Blue Emperor Douluo Ning Fengyu.

"Xiaobai, I love you for nothing!"

The Azure Emperor whipped the Crow Douluo Wuyun away with a whip. Ning Fengyu looked at Ling Bai, who was the first to think of her, and was moved to tears.

In fact, she thought too much. Nine-level soul master or evil Douluo, Ling Bai must kill the evil Douluo first, who let the evil Douluo feed back the soul power!

Ning Fengyu rarely took it seriously. He fought against three people who were all worshippers of the Holy Spirit Church. Crow Douluo Wuyun was a dark attribute half-evil soul master, and Wanhun Douluo and Hate Douluo were pure-blooded evil soul masters.

In an era when evil soul masters are gradually withering, how can a six-winged angel withstand such temptation!

"The Supreme Master, save me! Dragon Emperor Worship, save me!"

The three evil Douluos showed despair in their eyes. The strongest among them, Wuyun, was level ninety-four, and it was not enough for the Bone Dragon King to slap him!

Ning Fengyu was also a bad person who wanted to kill you while you were sick. The Azure Ivy Emperor wove a blue gold cage to restrict the actions of the three evil Douluos, and nailed the last nail to the coffin!

The Bone Dragon King opened his huge mouth, and a shining red flame brewed in the depths of his dark throat. The hot dragon flame swept towards the three people, and the fire dragon breathed!

The three evil Douluos were unwilling to sit and wait for death, and fought a desperate battle. The three ninth soul rings shone at the same time. The Hate Douluo turned into a fat and sticky giant and stood in the front. The Dark Crow spread its wings, and the feathers shot out dark rays all over the sky. The Ten Thousand Soul Douluo danced the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and the dark clouds were dense, and the wronged souls wailed!

The golden light was brilliant, and the moment the angel field unfolded, the three people's dying struggles were shattered on the spot, and their evil attributes melted and disappeared like ice and snow encountering a raging fire.

The fire dragon's breath roasted the Hate Douluo's skin red and crispy, and the air was instantly filled with the aroma of cooked meat and fat. The Hate Douluo lost consciousness and fell straight down. Ning Fengyu was quick-witted and wrapped a Azure Ivy Emperor around Ling Bai, and the Angel's Holy Sword ended his life.

The Hate Douluo died in the battle, but his fat body reduced a lot of the power of the fire dragon's breath. Wuyun and Wanhun Douluo survived, but with their strength, they could not move an inch in the angel realm. They were soon caught up by the Bone Dragon King, who covered them with a claw and held them in his palm.

Ling Bai didn't waste any words, and sent them to follow the great Holy Spirit Master Zhongli Wu with two evil-repelling slashes.

"So clean..."

Looking at the three evil Douluos who didn't leave any trace, Ling Bai sighed sadly. Three poor guys together couldn't make up a soul bone!

Look at Lao Wu, who has a full set of top soul bones and more than one hundred thousand year soul bones!

The Holy Spirit Church's legacy should be inherited by the Death Prison... the six-winged angel!

"Quick, quick, let's kill a few more and then go help the old man!"

Ning Fengyu chuckled and rushed towards Ning Tian Wu Feng Ye Guyi. If these group of titled Douluo were completely wiped out, the Sun Moon Empire would not dare to start a war for twenty years!

Ling Bai looked at the battle groups from all sides and counted them in detail: "The last three evil Douluo left in the Holy Spirit Sect are Netherworld, Netherworld Thunder...and the Death God Douluo!"

Dragon King Douluo Long Xiaoyao is not an evil soul master, so Ling Bai placed him last. Death God Douluo Ye Xishui is an extreme Douluo. It takes a lot of effort to kill the high and low ones, so he prioritizes dealing with the last fire of the Holy Spirit Cult. Netherworld Douluo, Netherworld Thunder Douluo!

As if feeling something, the two titled Douluo turned their heads in unison and met the hunting eyes of Ling Bai and Bone Dragon King. They shivered violently and were about to cry without tears.

Leader, leader, just die, the Bone Dragon King has tricked us!

"boom--"

Another sudden change occurred in the battle group, and the pale white light of death penetrated the body of the Green Shadow Condor. Song Lao, the titled Douluo of Shrek Academy's No. 1 Agility Attack Department, died tragically under the Tower of Death!

"Seraph, I want you dead!"

Ye Xishui frantically pulled out Mr. Song's soul and filled it into the Death Tower. The soul of the ninety-seventh level titled Douluo was so powerful that it instantly became the core evil power of the Death Tower!

"Death light!"

The light of death shot out from the tip of the Death Tower, targeting the head of the Bone Dragon King. Ye Xishui wanted to kill two people and one dragon in one fell swoop!

With the protection of the Bone Dragon King, whom Zhong Liwu had cultivated for half his life, Ling Bai did not have to fight as hard as last time, giving up killing the two Netherworlds, and instead calmly released his eighth soul skill.

The golden sun and black moon emerged, and light and darkness merged into chaos. In the chaos, groups of blue wind appeared. The wind assisted the fire, and the fire borrowed the power of the wind. Each bolide was like a discharged cannonball.

The eighth soul skill of the Seraphim, Chaos Returns to Ruin!

The Bone Dragon King’s innate soul skill, Wind, Fire and Meteor!

The three collided violently, filling the air within a hundred miles with a burning smell, and the terrifying pressure made people breathless.

The light of death turned from strong to weak, and finally slowly disappeared. Ye Xishui clenched his fists, suddenly looked back, fixed his fierce eyes on the dark holy dragon who was having a fake match with the Taotie Divine Bull, and roared:

"Long Xiaoyao, get here!"

Long Xiaoyao's pupils trembled and he swung the dragon's tail in a round motion. Mr. Xuan was instantly knocked out of his martial spirit true form. He rolled several times and then sat down, gasping for air.

"Xishui."

A cautious low voice sounded from the mouth of the Dark Holy Dragon. Long Xiaoyao joined the Holy Spirit Cult just for Ye Xishui. He didn't care and was very happy to see the Holy Spirit Cult lose its strength. He expected that the Holy Spirit Cult would die until only Ye Xishui was left.

At that time, Ye Xishui might give up his ambition to dominate the world and follow him into seclusion in the mountains.

Long Xiaoyao had been teasing Mr. Xuan just now. Now Ye Xishui spoke, Long Xiaoyao knew that he could no longer pretend.

Ye Xishui glared at him coldly and said in a cold tone: "Long Xiaoyao, the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Sect was destroyed, and Wu'er died at the hands of the Seraphim.

I can ignore the rest, but the blood debt must be paid with blood. Seraphim will definitely not survive today. I will use his flesh, blood, and soul to comfort my son's spirit!

If you still love me, then you must try your best to block the Bone Dragon King from me, and don’t let me see your indecision again! "

"...I understand, Xi Shui."

Long Xiaoyao lowered his head, his eyes filled with sadness that was so intense that it became real. Ye Xishui had used this trick countless times over the past hundred years, and every time she got what she wanted.

Because of the guilt in his heart, he could not refuse Ye Xishui's request.

The two Extreme Douluo surrounded them on the left and right. Ling Bai and Ling Qiuxi jumped off the Bone Dragon King. The Bone Dragon King and Ling Bai had a clear understanding of each other. The two giant dragons flew to the distance to fight together, leaving a wide space for the three of them.

"Boy, I will make you undergo the torture of soul refining day and night!"

Ye Xishui stood at the top of the Death Tower. Without the Bone Dragon King, she didn't take Ling Bai and Ling Qiuxi seriously at all. Under various strong stimulations, her already unstable spirit became even crazier.

Her hands were exposed in black robes. The palms and fingers were very white, like a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old. They had dark red nails like aquiline hooks, which looked particularly scary. Ye Xishui rubbed her nails, and bursts of harsh and sharp sounds reached the ears of the two of them, constantly exerting mental pressure.

"Killing you will surely be enough to gather the energy of the second soul core."

Ling Bai stared at Ye Xishui and the Tower of Death with a cold and indifferent expression, not at all afraid of losing the protection of the Bone Dragon King. The next second, he took Ling Qiuxi's warm palm, and their bodies touched each other gently.

Golden light spots floated in the sky, like angel's feathers. The brilliant golden light rose, and the passionate dragon chants and melodious a cappella songs sounded at the same time. Ling Qiuxi's figure became lighter and lighter, becoming part of these light spots, and finally fell into Ling Bai's body.

Feeling the surge of power in his body, Ling Bai took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the air in the world into his chest. His golden eyes burned silently, like a beacon that never goes out in the strong wind.

Pure white dyed the angel wings, the dragon-patterned armor clicked loudly, and when the pure white angel wings opened, the sunlight flowed against the sky!

The clouds in the low sky formed a whirlpool, reaching down to the ground. Ling Bai was floating in the sky, and his whole body was covered with a layer of white dragon-patterned armor. It had no metallic texture and was more like a crystal clear gem. The angel wings are no longer six golden wings, but eight clear and pure white wings. The shape of the wings is like the mighty wings of an ancient dragon.

The waterfall-like white hair falls backwards, and the rose-gold third eye on the forehead is deep and bright, as if one can see the reflection of the truth of heaven and earth from it. That handsome face has no flaws. I searched my mind but couldn't find an appropriate adjective. Sacred, magnificent, mysterious, and always felt that something was missing.

Angels and dragons, fate intertwined!

Martial soul fusion skills, the angel of death!

The six-winged angel has the blood of the three-eyed golden lion, and they are compatible. This was discovered in the Star Dou Great Forest.

After Ling Bai replaced Huo Yuhao as the son of destiny, the connection between him and Ling Qiuxi became closer. Everything seemed to be caused by fate. The son of destiny of mankind and the beast of destiny of soul beasts, carrying the fate of the two major races, they merged with each other and became the angel of death who controlled the fate of all things!

This is not the fusion of Soul Douluo and Soul Emperor, but the fusion of destiny and destiny!

Seeing the eight-winged pure white Angel of Death, Ye Xishui couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. The rose-gold vertical pupil was something she had never seen before. It seemed that when she looked into its eyes, there was only pure light left in the world.

"Angel... God is coming!"

Ye Guyi's eyes flashed with the light of excited faith. With a clatter, two pairs of wings suddenly spread out behind her. Stimulated by the blood of the Angel of Death, the Holy Angel gave birth to a pair of angel wings in advance!

"Is this the feeling of moving fate?"

Ling Bai's golden eyes turned into blazing white. He became the Son of Destiny. In fact, he didn't have any particularly obvious changes on the surface, nor did he awaken any powerful abilities.

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion has the Eye of Destiny. Although it controls fate in advance, it also gives people with ulterior motives the possibility of guiding and depriving people of the power of fate.

The Son of Destiny is completely different. Fate is hidden in the body of the Son of Destiny, guarding the host's growth in the dark and helping him to turn danger into safety in every crisis.

After merging with Ling Qiuxi and becoming the Angel of Death, Ling Bai truly came into contact with the power of fate. The rose-gold vertical pupils reflected the thread of everyone's fate, and it seemed that a casual flick could easily determine a person's fate.

The three pupils of the Angel of Death looked at Ye Xishui from afar. For the first time, the Death God Douluo felt that the Extreme Douluo Soul Power and the Death God Tower were insecure. The Angel of Death was almost another level of power!

Ling Bai stretched out his right hand, and endless light gathered in his palm. A glass-like white long sword, with a dragon carved on the sword bone and a golden dragon surrounding the hilt, was lifelike.

The Sword of Destiny!