What six-winged angel is the Death Prison Douluo? It's just an evil soul master's fantasy before his death.
If the result is wrong, it is wrong. It doesn't matter if the process is right, you will get zero points.
A generation of Holy Spirit Leader drifted away in the wind in extreme regret and resentment, and his last contribution to the world was to feed his soul power back to the six-winged angel.
Zhongli Wu's strength is mostly in his natal beast, the Bone Dragon King. His soul skills are more auxiliary, and the Bone Dragon King's betrayal caused his strength to plummet. If he hadn't been killed by Ling Bai, his future would have been even worse than Xuan Lao's. His soul power of level 98 would probably have dropped to level 95.
"Master!!!"
The evil Douluos cried out in grief.
"Wu'er!"
Ye Xishui's eyes were bloodshot. No matter how much she hated old Zhongli, 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 and 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, especially a Soul Douluo who was hit by the Light of Death and whose injuries had not yet healed!
What's even more outrageous is that the Bone Dragon King turned against his former master and chased him all the way, eventually causing Zhongli Wu to die with hatred!
As for Zhongli Wu's words that revealed the truth before his death, no one cared at the moment. It was like the number one villain 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 desperate man who started to make up stories and throw dirty water!
The truth is destined to sink into the sea and not make a single ripple.
In the future, there will only be a legend left, which the storytellers on the streets will tell the children vividly:
The six-winged angel shouted, "The beast still refuses to surrender!" The Bone Dragon King bowed his head and the assistant angel ended the life of the last Holy Spirit Cult leader, returning peace to the world!
The Bone Dragon King knelt down in front of Ling Bai obediently, with his ferocious dragon head pressed against 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, one holy and one evil.
This scene is so shocking to the worldview, they need to slow down!
"With such a good opportunity to cut off the wings of the Sun-Moon Empire, why don't you join the battle?"
Ling Bai climbed onto the dragon's head with ease and spoke from a high vantage point.
As soon as these words were spoken, the ten people who came out of Qiankun Valley of Love immediately began to gear up. Zhang Lexuan and Han Ruoruo, who were high-level Soul Douluos and whose strength was comparable to that of Titled Douluo, went straight to the ninth-level Soul Instructor.
Huo Yuhao and the others tried their best to help Shrek reduce the pressure on their commander. Ning Tian Wufeng went to support Ye Guyi. It was a bit difficult for a level 70 holy angel to fight against Evil Douluo alone.
Only Ling Qiuxi did not join the battle. She jumped onto the head of the Bone Dragon King, holding a golden dragon spear, and stood beside Ling Bai like the most diligent 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 its wings and rushed straight towards the direction of Qinghuang Douluo Ning Fengyu.
"Xiaobai, I love you for real!"
The Azure Vine Emperor whipped Crow Douluo Wuyun and flew away. Ning Fengyu looked at Ling Bai, who was the first person who thought of her, and tears of emotion flowed down her face.
In fact, she thought too much. A ninth-level soul master or an evil soul master, Ling Bai must kill the evil soul master first, because the evil soul master feeds back the soul power!
Ning Fengyu rarely takes it seriously. She fights one against three, all of whom are worshippers of the Holy Spirit Church. Crow Douluo Wuyun is a dark attribute half-evil soul master, and Ten Thousand Soul Douluo and Hate Douluo are pure-blooded evil soul masters.
In an era when evil soul masters are gradually dying out, how could any six-winged angel be able to withstand such temptation!
"Supreme Master, save me! Dragon King, save me!"
The three evil Douluos had despair in their eyes. The strongest among them, Wuyun, was only level ninety-four, and was still not strong enough to be slapped by the Bone Dragon King!
Ning Fengyu was also a bad person who would take advantage of your weakness to kill you. The Azure Ivy King wove a lapis lazuli cage to restrict the movements of the three evil douluos, and nailed the last nail in the coffin!
The Bone Dragon King opened his huge mouth, and a shining red flame brewed in the depths of his dark throat. The scorching dragon flame swept towards the three people, and the fire dragon breathed out!
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 at the forefront. The Dark Crow spread its wings, and its feathers shot out dark rays all over the sky. The Ten Thousand Souls Douluo waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the wronged souls wailed!
The golden light was dazzling, and the moment the angel domain 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 Hate Douluo's skin red and crispy, and the air was instantly filled with the aroma of cooked meat and fat. Hate Douluo lost consciousness and fell straight down. Ning Fengyu was quick-witted and wrapped a Azure Ivy around Ling Bai and sent it to him, and the Angel's Holy Sword ended his life.
Although Hate Douluo died in the battle, his thick body of fat reduced the power of the Fire Dragon's Breath. Wuyun and Wanhun Douluo survived, but with their strength they could not move a single step in the Angel Realm. They were soon caught up by the Bone Dragon King, who covered them with one claw and held them in his palm.
Ling Bai didn't waste any words and used two evil-repelling slashes to send them to follow the great Holy Spirit Leader Zhongli Wu.
"So clean…"
Looking at the three evil douluos who had not left any trace, Ling Bai sighed sadly. Three poor guys together couldn't even get a soul bone!
Look at Lao Wu, he 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 Tianwu Fengye Guyi. If all of these Title Douluo were wiped out, the Sun Moon Empire would not dare to go to war for the next twenty years!
Ling Bai looked at the battle groups from all sides and counted them carefully: "The Holy Spirit Church has only three Evil Douluo left, Netherworld, Dark Thunder... and Death Douluo!"
Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao is not an evil spirit master, so Ling Bai put him last. Death God Douluo Ye Xishui is an extreme Douluo, and it will take some effort to kill him, so the last spark of the Holy Spirit Church, Nether Douluo and Dark Thunder Douluo, will be dealt with first!
The two titled Douluos seemed to have sensed something, and turned their heads at the same time, meeting the hunting eyes of Ling Bai and the Bone Dragon King, and shuddered, wanting to cry but without tears.
Leader, leader, please die if you want to. The Bone Dragon King has really screwed us over!
"boom--"
In another battle group, something strange happened suddenly. The pale light of death penetrated the body of the Green Shadow Eagle, and Song Lao, the number one agility attack titled Douluo of Shrek Academy, died tragically under the Death Tower!
"Seraphim, I want you dead!"
Ye Xishui frantically pulled out Song Lao's soul and put it into the Death God Tower. The soul of a Level 97 Titled Douluo was so powerful that it instantly became the core evil power of the Death God Tower!
"Light of Death!"
The tip of the Death Tower shot out the light of death, targeting the head of the Bone Dragon King. Ye Xishui wanted to kill the two men and the dragon in one fell swoop!
With the protection of the Bone Dragon King that Zhongli Wu had devoted half his life to nurturing, Ling Bai didn't need to fight as hard as last time. He gave up killing the two Netherworlds and calmly released his eighth soul skill.
The golden sun and the black moon emerged, light and darkness merged into chaos. In the chaos, groups of green wind appeared, the wind helped the fire, and the fire borrowed the power of the wind. The fire meteors were like cannonballs.
The Six-Winged Angel's eighth soul skill, Chaos Returns to the Ruins!
The Bone Dragon King's innate soul skill, Wind, Fire and Meteor!
The three collided violently, and the air within a hundred miles was filled with the smell of burning, and the terrifying pressure made people breathless.
The light of the god of death gradually faded and finally disappeared. Ye Xishui clenched his fists and turned back suddenly. He stared fiercely at the Dark Holy Dragon who was having a fake match with the Taotie Divine Bull and roared,
"Long Xiaoyao, come here!"
Long Xiaoyao's pupils trembled, and he swung his dragon tail in a circle. Old Xuan was instantly knocked out of his martial soul's true body state. After rolling several times, he sat down dejectedly, gasping for breath.
"Xishui."
A cautious and low voice came from the Dark Holy Dragon's mouth. Long Xiaoyao joined the Holy Spirit Church just for Ye Xishui. He didn't care and was very happy to see the Holy Spirit Church's strength greatly damaged. He hoped that the Holy Spirit Church would perish until only Ye Xishui was left.
At that time, Ye Xishui might give up her ambition to dominate the world and follow him into seclusion in the mountains.
Just now, Long Xiaoyao had been teasing Old Xuan, but now that Ye Xishui spoke, Long Xiaoyao knew that he could no longer pretend.
Ye Xishui glared at him coldly, and said in a chilling tone: "Long Xiaoyao, the Holy Spirit Church headquarters was destroyed, and Wu'er died at the hands of the six-winged angel.
I can ignore everything else, but the blood debt must be paid with blood. The six-winged angel cannot survive today. I want to use his flesh, blood, and soul to comfort my son's spirit!
If you still love me, then you must stop the Bone Dragon King for me at all costs, and don't let me see your indecision again!"
"...I understand, Xishui."
Long Xiaoyao lowered his head, with a sadness so intense that it seemed to take shape in his eyes. Ye Xishui had used this trick countless times over the past hundred years, and she got what she wanted every time.
Because of his inner guilt, he couldn't refuse Ye Xishui's request.
The two Extreme Douluos surrounded them from the left and right. Ling Bai took Ling Qiuxi and jumped off the Bone Dragon King. The Bone Dragon King and Ling Bai were in sync, and the two giant dragons flew to the distance and fought each other, leaving a large space for the three of them.
"Boy, I will make you endure the punishment of soul refining day and night!"
Ye Xishui stood at the top of the Tower of Death. Without the Bone Dragon King, she didn't take Ling Bai and Ling Qiuxi seriously at all. Under various strong stimulations, her already unstable mind became even crazier.
Her hands were exposed from the black robe, and her palms and fingers were very white, like a girl of sixteen or seventeen, with dark red nails like eagle hooks on them, which looked extremely scary. Ye Xishui rubbed her nails, and waves of piercing and sharp sounds entered their ears, constantly exerting mental pressure.
"Killing you will probably 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. He was not afraid at all for losing the protection of the Bone Dragon King. The next second, he took Ling Qiuxi's warm hand, and their bodies pressed lightly against each other.
Golden spots of light floated in the sky, like angel feathers. Brilliant golden light rose, and passionate dragon roars and pleasant singing sounded at the same time. Ling Qiuxi's figure became fainter and fainter, becoming a part of these spots of light, and finally fell into Ling Bai's body.
Feeling the surging 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 bright golden pupils burned silently, like a bright lamp that never went out in the strong wind.
The pure white color permeated the angel's wings, and the dragon-patterned armor snapped together loudly. When the pure white angel's wings were spread, the sunlight flowed against the sky!
The clouds in the low sky were swirling, reaching down to the ground. Ling Bai was suspended in the sky, covered with a layer of white dragon-patterned armor. It had no metallic texture, but more like a crystal clear gem. The angel's wings were no longer six golden wings, but eight pure white wings. The shape of the wings was like the mighty dragon wings of an ancient dragon.
His long white hair fell backwards like a waterfall, and the rose gold third eye on his forehead was deep and bright, as if one could see the reflection of the truth of heaven and earth in it. His handsome face was flawless, but he could not find an appropriate adjective to describe it in his mind. It seemed like something was missing: sacred, magnificent, mysterious, and unfathomable.
Angels and dragons, intertwined destinies!
Martial Soul Fusion Technique, Angel of Death!
The six-winged angel has the blood of the three-eyed golden lion flowing in his veins, they are compatible, and 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 determined by fate. The Son of Destiny of humans and the Beast of Destiny of soul beasts, carrying the fate of the two major races, merged with each other and became the angel of fate who controlled the fate of all things!
This is not the fusion of Soul Douluo and Soul Emperor, it is 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. That rose-gold vertical pupil was something she had never seen before. It seemed that when she looked into its eyes, only pure light was left in the world.
"Angels...God is coming!"
Ye Guyi's eyes flashed with the light of excited faith. With a rustling sound, two pairs of wings suddenly spread out from behind her. Stimulated by the blood of the Angel of Death, the Holy Angel grew a pair of angel wings in advance!
"Is this the feeling of moving destiny?"
Ling Bai's golden eyes turned into blazing white, and he became the child of destiny. On the surface, there was no particularly obvious change on his face, nor did he awaken any powerful abilities.
The three-eyed golden lion possesses the eye of destiny. Although it controls destiny in advance, it also gives people with ulterior motives the possibility to guide or deprive them of the power of destiny.
The Child of Destiny is completely different. Destiny is hidden in the body of the Child of Destiny, guarding the host's growth in the dark and helping him to overcome 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 fate of everyone was reflected in his rose-gold vertical pupils, and it seemed that he could easily determine a person's fate by just fiddling with it.
The three eyes of the Angel of Death looked at Ye Xishui from afar. For the first time, Death Douluo felt insecure about the Ultimate Douluo spirit power and the Death Tower. The Angel of Death was almost another level of power!
Ling Bai stretched out his right hand, and endless light gathered in his palm. There was a white sword like colored glaze, a swimming dragon was carved on the sword bone, and a golden dragon was wrapped around the hilt, which looked lifelike.
Sword of Destiny!