"I see..."
Ling Bai's golden eyes were filled with undercurrents as he listened to Bibi Dong's story about the aftermath of the war between the two gods. He learned the source of his abilities and at that moment, an endless wave surged in his heart.
Bibi Dong's red lips curled 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 Angel Holy Sword and my Rakshasa Demon Scythe, the blood flowing in your body is no longer inferior blood, but the blood of angels and Rakshasa gods, twin god-level martial spirits, a unique monster in Douluo Continent.
Little guy, you inherited the blood of the Angel and Rakshasa Gods, and you are the child of our mother and daughter. You have received so many favors, you should help us do something.
Find the 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 beautiful face, and said, "Your Holiness, your request is not difficult to fulfill. I am just a little curious. You are so persistent in finding the Holy Angel. What do you want to do with her?"
"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 countless times that I didn't treat her better back then. It was not until the Shura Sword, when we were separated by life and death, that I heard the word mother.
Xue'er is gone, and I will never be able to repay her debt. I can only make a small compensation to the descendants of the child she chose."
People always learn to cherish things after they lose them, Ling Bai understood this in his heart.
"I understand. I will find the Holy Angel."
"It would be best if you come here at level 70 or 90, so that my compensation can be maximized."
"good."
Ling Bai nodded and suddenly felt a force coming from his hand. It was the hand that had held Xue Di before. However, Xue Di didn't care about such trivial details as holding hands. She was sending a signal.
Don't forget business.
Ling Bai received the signal, hooked his fingers and tapped the back of Xue Di's cool hand, signaling her to stay calm, then turned to Bibi Dong and said:
"Your Holiness, you were able to be resurrected because you relied on the Rakshasa God Position to absorb the evil thoughts of heaven and earth. If you lose the Rakshasa God Position, will it affect you?"
"No, I have stabilized my soul." Bibi Dong said nonchalantly, "In fact, the Rakshasa Godhood has very limited effect on me now. I am bound by the power of Shura and there is no possibility for me to become a god again."
"Then I want to inherit your Rakshasa throne and recast the damaged angel throne. What do you think?"
The Pope's Palace was silent for a long time. The Death Prison Bone Dragon sensibly lowered his breathing, fearing that it would break the silent atmosphere. The Snow Emperor subconsciously held Ling Bai's hand and clenched it tightly, the veins on the back of her white hand were exposed.
With the previous generation of Rakshasa God within reach, Xue Di truly saw Ling Bai's hope of becoming a god. She had failed to condense the second soul core and was forced into the deepest despair. Finally, she agreed to cooperate with humans to achieve godhood. When everything finally changed, she urgently wanted to grasp that ray of light.
Bibi Dong glanced at the three figures in the center of the hall, not even giving her eyes to the Death Prison Bone Dragon. She passed by Snow Empress, whose body was trembling slightly with excitement, and then stayed on Ling Bai for a long time. Her golden eyes, which were glowing with molten red, seemed to be burning.
"I like the look in your eyes very much, because I can see the ambition of the prairie fire in it. It makes me feel that as long as I refuse, you dare to show your fangs to bite and plunder."
"Your Holiness, you are worrying too much. You are the elder and I am the younger. It is unreasonable for the younger to seize the elder's throne."
"Really?" Bibi Dong smiled noncommittally. "You may think so, but the Ice and Snow Girl beside you may not. Through the Rakshasa God Throne, I saw many interesting stories in the God Realm.
For example, the God Realm has a clear rule that soul beasts can never become gods, but for the sake of eternal life and divine power, soul beasts can do anything, such as the sacrifice of the soft-bone rabbit, the sky-blue bull python, and the Titan giant ape.
It is normal for a group of people to fight for the throne of God."
Hearing this, the look in Xue Di's eyes became gloomy. If Bibi Dong refused to hand over the throne, for her own sake and for the future of the Far North soul beasts, she would definitely encourage Ling Bai to take action.
"Forget it. There's no need to split us up for the throne." Bibi Dong said, "My era was ten thousand years ago. It's useless to occupy the throne now. I might as well choose you as the successor. After all, I said, you are also my child."
With a point of the jade finger, a purple-black star gently fell into Ling Bai's brow.
Ling Bai's expression suddenly became strange, and the corners of his mouth twitched:
"The first test of Rakshasa is to bring the owner of the Holy Angel Martial Spirit to Jialing Pass for ten years. The reward is 100% Rakshasa affinity, and the inheritance of the Rakshasa God position will be opened.
Is the inheritance of gods so casual?..."
"I am the Rakshasa God, and I have the final say on how to assess you!"
Bibi Dong's domineering aura attracted the attention of Ling Bai and Xue Di.
"Thank you, Your Holiness."
"Don't give me that crap. Do the task I give you in a nice way," Bibi Dong hinted.
Ling Bai quietly made an OK gesture with his free hand.
The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit. After 10,000 years of propaganda by the supporters of the sea god, Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa god, has a bad reputation. She has been called a disaster instigator, a warmongerer, an evil god... and has hundreds of ugly titles on her head.
In case the holy angel also thinks that she is a sinner of Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong hopes that Ling Bai will beautify her image.
The atmosphere became harmonious again, and Ling Bai continued to ask: "Do you know the whereabouts of the broken angel throne?"
Bibi Dong pursed her lips and said slowly: "Back then, Tang San shattered the Angel God Position. The original shattered Angel God Position was in Xue'er's body. She died at Jialing Pass, so the God Position naturally ended up here. I will guard it on your behalf.
A thousand years ago, I was using the Rakshasa God's throne to absorb the evil thoughts of heaven and earth to reshape my body. Suddenly, a soul beast broke into Jialing Pass, and while I was unable to split myself, it snatched the Angel God's throne and fled away. "
"Which soul beast is so bold that it dares to snatch the throne of God?" Ling Bai was surprised, "Emperor Tian, Evil Emperor, Demon King?"
The only things he could think of were the top two super ferocious beasts among the ten most ferocious beasts and the ocean overlord, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
"No, the soul beast's name is Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King."
"It sounds familiar. It seems to be the soul beast that hid in the Slaughter City ten thousand years ago and controlled the ninety-nine-level Title Douluo Tang Chen to become the King of Slaughter. Wasn't it killed by Tang San?"
"You know quite a bit."
Bibi Dong tapped the Pope's throne with her fingers rhythmically and said coldly: "The Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King is the guardian soul beast of the previous generation of Rakshasa God. Its status in the Slaughter City is similar to that of the Demon Soul Great White Shark King of the Sea God Island, but its strength is much stronger, otherwise it would not be able to control Tang Chen.
The blood-red nine-headed bat king has an innate soul skill, which is rebirth by dripping blood.
Tang San did not kill it completely. After its rebirth, the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King hid in the old site of the Slaughter City, absorbing the surging blood sea to grow, and its cultivation increased by a thousand miles a day. "
Ling Bai smiled helplessly, this was another of Tang San's doing. The fairy grass Snow Swan Kiss stimulated the continuous growth of the sea of blood under the Slaughter City, and the sea of blood swallowed up the Slaughter City, and in the end it all benefited the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
Bibi Dong continued to tell the story of the past: "In just a few thousand years, the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King broke through several great calamities in succession. It was too impatient and overestimated its own bloodline. It found that it could not break through the 700,000-year calamity even if it tried its best, so it set its sights on the throne of God.
The blood-red nine-headed bat king knew that I was dead, so he came to Jialing Pass for the Rakshasa throne. He didn't expect that I would come back to life and the Rakshasa throne still belonged to me.
The guardian soul beast was absolutely restrained by the gods it worshipped, and the blood-red nine-headed bat king did not dare to attack its master at all, but it discovered Xue'er's broken angel throne and took the opportunity to abduct her..."
"pity..."
Ling Bai and Xue Di sighed at the same time.
Bibi Dong said in a cold tone: "The Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King is an evil soul beast that devours the blood of living beings. Its ability is called the Ultimate Blood in this era. Its control over blood is unparalleled in the world, and it is also good at mental attacks.
If you want to recast the throne of angels, then the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King is the enemy you must face.
Its spirit rings and spirit bones are of great benefit to the Spider Emperor Martial Spirit I bestowed upon you. That beast actually dared to take away Xue'er's divine position, so I might as well kill it as well."
Ling Bai nodded repeatedly and asked a crucial question: "Where is the territory of the blood-red nine-headed bat king?"
Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows and said, "I can't leave Jialing Pass, you go find it yourself. I guess it might be the old site of the Slaughter City, which is the most suitable place for it."
"knew."
"Okay, let's leave Jialing Pass. I hope you can bring someone I want to see next time we meet."
Bibi Dong waved her hand, and the door of the Pope's Palace burst open, revealing six embarrassed-looking priests from the Spirit Hall, including the seriously injured Qianjun Jiangmo. The six priests all stretched their heads over the door and eavesdropped.
"This old man... this old man did not eavesdrop."
Golden Crocodile Douluo coughed lightly and straightened his clothes: "Come on, come on, we old guys will take you there."
The six great priests surrounded Ling Bai and took him away. They asked him many questions along the way, such as whether the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect treated him well, and whether there were any forces in Douluo Continent targeting him. They specifically mentioned the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy.
After hearing that Ling Bai was doing well, 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:
The old guys can't leave here, but if Ling Bai encounters danger, they can find a way to lead him to Jialing City. They will let the visitor know what the residual power of the Spirit Hall is!
The figures of the six great priests walked away, and Ling Bai sighed slightly. After ten thousand years, the priests of the Spirit Hall still had their hearts set on the six-winged angels. These were all the wealth accumulated by the predecessors.
After a moment, he felt something struggling in his hand. He turned his head and met Xue Di's sharp eyes.
"How does it feel?"
The tone was chilly, like a cold wind blowing from the far north.
"It is warm to the touch, cool, tender and smooth, like the finest jade."
Xue Di was very annoyed and asked, "How come you really commented on me?" Then he pulled away.
"It's so hard to find a chance to hold your hand for a while." Ling Bai felt quite regretful. The Ice and Snow Girl was born with icy skin and snow-white skin. The Snow Queen's skin was the best among women.
Xue Di was speechless for a long time before she said quietly, "Haven't you shaken enough hands? And you've been shaking hands for a long time, from the Pope's Palace to now."
"Then let's wait a little longer. Today we have solved the big problem in both your heart and mine. No matter what the outcome of the Angel God Position is, at least the Rakshasa God Position is in our hands.
Want a drink to celebrate?"
Ling Bai stretched out his hand to invite Xue Di. Xue Di glared at him, but then gently placed her palm on him, meaning that she had fulfilled his wish.
Under the night sky, the white clothes were whiter than snow, the black hair was like a waterfall, the Snow Queen's eyebrows were shining, and the smile at the corner of her lips was relieved. She said softly:
"I am happy today, so I will make an exception and satisfy you once.
In another month or two, when you break through to Soul Saint, I will give you the soul ring, and then I can learn how to maintain health and play chess like Master Yi.
You didn't lie to me in the Far North. You accepted the test from Luosha. Your path to becoming a god has become stable. The future of the people of the Far North is entrusted to you. I don't have to bear the pressure anymore…"
"You are also a Far North soul beast. Should I include you in the soul beasts entrusted to me?"
"greedy."
Xue Di scolded lightly, but she couldn't suppress the curve of her red lips. She looked up at the endless starry sky with a distant look in her eyes.
They walked very slowly, like ordinary people taking a walk. Ling Bai first found the battlefield with Qianjun Jiangmo and used the Angel Field to remove the traces of Xue Di and Death Prison Bone Dragon. Then he went into a decent restaurant, ordered some special food from Jialing City, and toasted with Xue Di to celebrate the great victory in the Road to Conferred God.
"Click—"
Ling Bai noticed something strange in the storage soul guide and took out a white jade bracelet that was broken in two.
"What's wrong?"
Xue Di cast her gaze over, and between her green fingertips was a goblet filled with mellow red liquid.
"It's okay. The twin soul guides are broken. Someone from the Xingluo Empire sent me a signal."
…
Jialing Pass.
After seeing Ling Bai off, the six great priests dispersed, but Golden Crocodile Douluo knocked on the door of the Pope's Palace alone.
The door opened, Bibi Dong saw Golden Crocodile Douluo and asked directly: "Golden Crocodile, why did you come to me alone?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo took out a ball of dancing flames. The flames were a transparent golden color like glass, releasing a pure sacred aura. From time to time, six-winged light and shadows emerged from the flames.
"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 six-winged angel, falling obediently into Bibi Dong's palm.
Bibi Dong sat quietly on the Pope's throne, her eyes were dazed for a moment as she looked at the little angel. Ten thousand years ago, the six-winged angel was her midnight nightmare, but ten thousand years later it became her undying obsession.
A purple halo rippled from around Bibi Dong's body. The originally glorious Pope's Palace suddenly turned grey. A broken sky appeared, and there were holes on the ground. A purple figure was nailed to the ground by a blood-red sword. White bones lay quietly in the surroundings, most of them were broken.
"He is a smart and careful child..."
The beautiful figure pinned by the sword slowly opened her mouth. It was Bibi Dong. The lofty figure on the Pope's throne 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 of him. They had died long ago, but their remaining obsessions were revived by the evil power of Rakshasa. They raised their heads, their expressions were so angry and unwilling.
Bibi Dong said calmly, "Golden Crocodile, you must have heard it all. He wants to recast the angel throne. Then the fate of you, the priests, and tens of thousands of soldiers, all the Rakshasa resurrected people, is doomed."
Golden Crocodile Douluo opened his arms and laughed loudly:
"Becoming a corner of the angel throne...
It is a great honor for us!"