Douluo: Peerless Angel Glory

"I have long been looking forward to the canonization of gods. Two generations of gods and a blood feud of ten thousand years should be ended by me."

Ling Bai's eyes were cold. On the surface, the Angel Empire was thriving, but in reality it was a castle in the air. As long as he lost the final battle of gods to Tang San, everything he had done in the past would be a dream bubble. He couldn't afford to lose, and he had to do everything he could to ensure his victory.

"Xiaobai, you will be promoted to an angel first, and then inherit the Rakshasa."

Golden Crocodile Douluo said with a smile: "We old things all rely on the evil power of Rakshasa to exist. The moment you inherit the position of Rakshasa, we will lose the ability to maintain the status quo.

We have accumulated some power for thousands of years since our resurrection. Don't waste it. Maybe it can help you become the Angel God King."

Hearing this, the five great priests nodded at the same time. The words of Golden Crocodile Douluo were only one reason. They also had a wish to witness the Angel God ascend to the God King with their own eyes!

Bibi Dong looked at the priests of the Spirit Hall, and her peerless face revealed a complex expression that was hard to explain. She understood what the six people wanted to do, and suddenly sighed.

"Okay."

The six wings of the angel burst out from his back. Under the gaze of the resurrected people of the Wuhun Empire, Ling Bai was like a meteor, rising into the sky with a gorgeous golden tail flame.

The angel throne emerged from his eyebrows, floating safely in front of Ling Bai's chest, emitting circles of golden halos, reflecting the vast sun in the sky. Ling Bai's eyes became solemn in an instant, and he spoke slowly.

At the same time, the six-winged angel statues in every corner of the Angel Empire were all lit up, and beams of golden light burst out. The six-winged angel statues seemed to come alive, following Ling Bai's will, and the whole world sounded the majestic and grand divine voice:

"Followers of the six-winged angel, kneel down to worship the light, and lift me up!"

Angel Empire.

The huge six-winged angel statue was surrounded by the crowd. Whether they were soul masters or civilians, they all knelt on one knee in unison, clenched their right fists, and clasped their fists tightly on their left chests, staring at the magical angel statues with burning eyes.

Most of the nobles are opportunists who strictly enforce all the laws of the Angel Empire, while ordinary people have always asked for little.

Commoners want to be well fed and clothed, and not be arbitrarily insulted and trampled by the nobles. The wish of weak soul masters is to obtain a soul ring that suits them and make a contribution to their families. These people account for 80% of the total population of Douluo Continent. Whoever fulfills their wishes can gain their faith.

The achievements of the Angel Empire are obvious to all. The deacons of the Angel Temple work tirelessly and travel to various villages every year to help villagers awaken their martial spirits.

Soul masters with one ring to three rings before the age of 20 can go to the Angel Temple to receive daily subsidies, so that talented soul masters will not give up the path of soul masters due to tuition fees and life pressures. The free granting of the first soul ring has saved most of the poor children.

The Angel Empire has lifted the people up high, and at this moment the people are also trying their best to give back to the six-winged angels. At Ling Bai's call, in the solemn Angel Temple and the simple farmhouses, humans bowed to the angel statues and portraits, and the golden light seemed to cross time and space and gather on Ling Bai alone!

In the Star Dou Great Forest, in front of the angel statue in the center of the Lake of Life, Emperor Tian, ​​Bi Ji, Xiong Jun, Wan Yao Wang... one after another of the fierce super soul beasts turned into human forms and knelt on one knee.

In the core area, mixed area, and peripheral area, countless star-dou soul beasts stopped their conquests, obeyed the orders of the soul beast master, and offered their faith to the gods in the sky.

In the far north, the six-winged angel statues made of ice and snow reflected the sunlight, and the kneeling far north soul beasts looked like a piece of snow from afar.

Under the command of the Snow Emperor, the far north soul beasts believed in Ling Bai as if they believed in the Snow Emperor, and the quality of their faith was even higher than that of the Star Dou Great Forest.

In the vast ocean, the Sea Princess and the two mermaid princesses led a large number of marine soul beasts to convert their faith.

Soul beasts under ten thousand years old have the same intelligence as human children. They only have the mind to execute the orders of the king of the tribe. The soul beasts will believe in whoever the king tells his men to believe in without hesitation.

Deserts, grasslands, mountains...

These soul beasts were developed during the three years of the Angel Empire. Ling Bai asked Emperor Tian and Emperor Xue to convince the beasts with reason, so that they would return to their hearts and believe in angels.

Humans and soul beasts, the two major races that have confronted each other for millions of years, have reached a unity on one thing for the first time. The creatures on the mainland silently recited the names of angels in their hearts and prayed devoutly for the six-winged angels. The power of faith gathered into a torrent, and the angel throne suddenly gave birth to a wing made of faith, shining with holy light!

Angel throne, repaired!

However, the first-level throne is far from enough!

The sacred ballads are sung again, the dusty story continues to write a new chapter, and the bright and great souls ascend the long steps of the Conferred God!

Carrying the faith of the creatures, the light of the six-winged angels is more and more dazzling, the brilliant hymns echo the world, and there are more wings waiting to grow on the backs of the six-winged angels!

"Six-winged angel, you dare to stop my son!"

A deep roar suddenly sounded, like thunder exploding in the air.

A black figure appeared silently, his features covered with an ominous blood color, and he carried a dark golden hammer on his shoulder.

"Tang Hao!"

Bibi Dong's crimson-purple pupils suddenly shrank, and the six great priests of the Spirit Hall looked at Tang Hao who had descended here with a solemn expression. The latter clearly contained the power beyond the limit of Douluo!

"Bibi Dong! Do you still remember the hammer of the Pope's Palace ten thousand years ago!"

Tang Hao laughed wildly towards the sky, and soul rings rose one after another slowly, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, gold!

The tenth soul ring was a very light golden color, which seemed a bit illusory, but the auras of the six major offerings were actually suppressed by the heaviness.

The light gold soul ring shone, and the Clear Sky Hammer expanded instantly, and dark gold magic lines emerged. The giant hammer was a hundred meters long, strong dark light surged, and the hammer head was as huge as a mountain.

"How dare the little priest speak nonsense!"

Bibi Dong shouted sharply, and the Shura sword that pierced her body immediately sensed it, and the power of Shura exploded, suppressing the Rakshasa god.

"Even if the sea changes and ten thousand years have passed, the worshipers in Wuhun Hall will still stand up and guard our gods!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo roared wildly, possessing the martial soul Golden Crocodile King. Every scale stood up, his white hair turned into thick horn, and his upper body leaned forward slightly, like a fierce crocodile.

The rest of the offerings soared up and stood in front of Ling Bai, who was promoted to the angelic position. Opposite him was Tang Hao, who became a priest. The offerings in the Spirit Hall showed no intention of giving in!

Tang Hao's eyes swept across the six people and stopped at Bibi Dong, who looked unwilling. He sneered: "Priests are nothing to a first-level god, but I broke the seal in advance because the seraphs cannot interrupt the inheritance of gods." At the moment of taking over, the last hope of your Spirit Empire has been wiped out!

Seraphim, pay for my Ah Yin’s life! "

The roar fell violently, the ten soul rings exploded, and the air in the entire Jialing Pass became distorted. The dark gold Haotian Hammer appeared out of the sky. This hammer was the combination of Tang Hao's spirit, energy, and spirit, including the one used by Ling Bai to kill A Yin. Hatred is also completely integrated into the Clear Sky Hammer!

"Buzz——"

The Clear Sky Hammer enveloped the world, and Ling Bai, who had refined the angelic status, changed. Seven red, one gold, one platinum, and nine haloes instantly merged into one.

The beautiful golden figure stretched out its angel wings, separated from Ling Bai's body, held the angel holy sword, and looked down proudly at the falling Clear Sky Hammer, with a pair of golden eyes radiating with power!

"Young Master!"

The six great worshippers were stunned at first, and then they couldn't help but burst into tears.

The person they love is always Qian Renxue, whether it is Ling Bai or Ye Guyi, it is nothing more than love for Wujiwu!

"Angel God Qian Renxue!"

Tang Hao's eyes were about to split, the angelic throne was shattered, Qian Renxue had obviously died thousands of years ago, how could she be living in Ling Bai's body, and her aura fluctuated, especially above that of a priest like him!

"He said, let's end the hatred that goes back thousands of years."

Qian Renxue smiled indifferently, and a gray scythe exuding death suddenly fell into Bibi Dong's palm. It was the Demon Scythe of Hell, and its previous name was Rakshasa Demon Scythe!

"Xue'er!"

Bibi Dong Li Xiao felt guilty for ten thousand years. Now she finally saw Qian Renxue. It was the time to make amends for her longing.

The Demonic Scythe of Death Hell aroused the power of Rakshasa and temporarily resisted the divine power of Shura. Spider-web-like lines were outlined on the forehead. The giant scythe was raised, and a point of purple light spread out. The blade was cold and bloodthirsty, and a shocking demonic blade went straight towards Tang Hao. Cut it off!

Divine skill, Rakshasa Death Scythe!

Holy light burst out from deep in Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes, and the holy power of the Holy Angel Sword rose to the extreme. All her own energy was injected into the long-lost Angel Artifact, and the Holy Angel Sword rendered her into a brilliant golden sun!

Divine skill, Holy Sword of the Sun!

"boom!!!"

Destroy, burst, shatter!

At the center of the explosion of the Angel Holy Sword, the Hell Scythe, and the Clear Sky Hammer, countless fine space cracks filled the air. The sky turned into a black spider web, and the cracks continued to spread into the distance.

Tang Hao died, without any suspense, due to the magical skills of the two gods.

In the dark, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong seemed to hear a cry of gratitude. After getting rid of Tang Hao, the parasite, the Douluo Continent plane consciousness was reborn.

"Xue'er!"

"Young Master!"

After killing Tang Hao, everyone couldn't wait to call Qian Renxue. They had lived for more than 10,000 years, and they couldn't hide their excitement when they saw Qian Renxue. Bibi Dong held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe tightly, and the six worshippers burst into tears.

"Grandpas, after ten thousand years, thank you for still being willing to protect the angel lineage."

Qian Renxue smiled, and for a moment, the world seemed to bloom for her.

"No, this is our duty..." Golden Crocodile Douluo's tone was trembling.

Then, under Bibi Dong's stunned eyes, Qian Renxue fell in front of the Pope's throne, ignoring the Shura sword, and opened her arms to hug her mother.

"Mother, I should have been the one to bear this Shura Demonic Sword."

"Xue'er, I owe you so much..." Bibi Dong closed her eyes and stroked her daughter's back.

"Mother, I have to leave."

Qian Renxue let go of Bibi Dong.

"Where are you going!" Bibi Dong asked anxiously.

The angel's clear golden eyes looked at the figure in the sky, and chuckled: "The hatred between the angel and the sea god, the Rakshasa god and the Shura god, which has lasted for thousands of years, is bound to end today.

I have watched him grow up all the way. He has done very well and is better than me at the beginning. But even if he inherits the position of Angel God King, he still has a disadvantage.

The Poseidon Trident and the Shura Sword are both super artifacts, but the Angel Holy Sword and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe are not.

Of course, he had anticipated this in advance, and promised to give the Silver Dragon King and the Imperial Beast a super artifact in the future, and took the Gold and Silver Dragon Spear from them. "

Qian Renxue paused for a moment, summoned two dragon spears, shook his head and said: "His original plan was to use the gold and silver dragon spears to merge into a super divine weapon, the dragon divine spear, but that did not match the bloodline of the two gods of angels and Rakshasa at all. This is not the best option. Best choice.

The seniors should always lay the foundation for the juniors, so I decided to use my last soul power to help him, become the spirit of the artifact, fuse with the Silver Dragon Spear, and promote the Angel Holy Sword to a super artifact!

Mother, I will always live in the angelic sword. "

Before she finished speaking, Qian Renxue held the Silver Dragon Spear in her left hand and the Angel Holy Sword in her right hand. Her soul burned the holy and pure Angel Holy Fire, and the artifacts merged!

The Silver Dragon Spear is the companion artifact of the Silver Dragon King. The elements controlled by the Silver Dragon have the attribute of light. Qian Renxue ignited herself, making light the main attribute of the Silver Dragon Spear, integrating it into the angel artifact, the Angel Holy Sword!

"Xue'er, without you, I can't find the meaning of living."

Bibi Dong sighed sadly. The next second, she snatched the Golden Dragon Spear. Her body was covered in purple flames. The Hell Scythe and the Golden Dragon Spear slowly merged into one!

"Mother……"

"Xue'er." Bibi Dong smiled freely, "Then let us become the spirit of the artifact together."

The six priests stared blankly at the mother and daughter looking at each other in the flames. They loved Qian Renxue deeply and were afraid of Bibi Dong. At this moment, all the entanglements in the past disappeared. For the revenge of the angel lineage, the loser from thousands of years ago did his best!

The Angel Holy Sword and the Hell Scythe soared into the sky, hovering in front of Ling Bai's eyes.

The two artifacts transformed into super artifacts. Ling Bai could clearly feel that they were connected with his own blood. Qian Renxue's smiling voice sounded from the angel holy sword:

"Xiaobai, I can call you this.

Don't be sad. Before I inherited the throne of angel god, my grandfather opened the door of inheritance at the cost of his life and taught me the last truth. Now I will teach it to you.

If one day, my heir embarks on the road to becoming a god, I hope he will not regard this as a burden, but walk on bravely with the responsibility that I cannot let go and the hope of change.

Xiaobai, please take our light and fly higher! "

"I will, I will definitely do it."

Ling Bai nodded heavily, his belief in creatures continued to nourish the angelic position, and the angelic power continued to rise. Six bulges bulged out from his back, mixed in with the original six wings of the angel.

Bibi Dong Qian Renxue found their way, the six great worshipers walked forward silently, and the Demon-Conquering Douluo bowed deeply:

"I'm sorry, when we first met in Jialing City, our brothers failed in their duty of worship."

"You two seniors don't have to be like this. It's over long ago."

"Thank you."

Demon-Conquering Douluo smiled in relief, he had always been worried about this matter. On the ground, one-sixth of the Spirit Empire warriors turned into energy and injected it into Demon-Conquering Douluo's body.

"You put this power away, and in the last battle, help me slap Tang San hard on the face."

He glanced at the Angel Holy Sword with nostalgia and resolutely merged into the angelic position!

"Chi la——"

A crisp sound echoed around the world, and the seventh wing of the angel burst out from behind!

"This guy, Subduing Demon, doesn't even wait for me."

Qianjun Douluo cursed and rushed into the angel throne with one-sixth of the Spirit Empire soldiers!

The eighth wing!

Light Ling Douluo played with the bow and arrow in his hand and curled his lips: "It would be great if big brother is here."

Ninth Wing!

"Well done, don't lose your place!"

Lion Douluo and Qingluan Douluo patted Ling Bai on the shoulders, their eyes full of encouragement.

The tenth wing, the eleventh wing!

"Becoming a wing of the angel god is our greatest honor!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed, his laughter was arrogant and hearty.

"Brother, we are here!"

Endless light outlines the twelfth wing!

Everyone on Douluo Continent saw the glorious virtual image of an angel emerging from the sky. The angel seemed to cover the sky, but the huge oppressive force contained a holy and warm atmosphere.

With long golden hair flying behind his head, Ling Bai held high the super artifact Angel Holy Sword, a golden beam of light rushed into the boundless starry sky, and the twelve angel wings ignited the eternal golden flame!

"Eternally burning wings, take me away from the perdition of the mortal world!"

Divine position, advance!

Twelve-winged Angel God King! (End of chapter)