Chapter 217 Twelve Winged Fallen Angel God
While everyone was fighting desperately for several cities outside, Qian Renxue had completed absorbing the remaining soul bones of the angelic armor.
Feeling the power that seemed to become stronger in her body, Qian Renxue couldn't help but smile.
He stood up and opened the door of the worship hall, and saw Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had been guarding the door, smiling sweetly: "Grandpa, Grandpa of the second worship hall; thank you for always helping me protect the law."
"I have successfully absorbed all the soul bones of the Angel God Armor. I wonder what happened to what I said before about bringing back our Angel Legion?"
Qian Daoliu looked at his granddaughter in disbelief, put his hands on Qian Renxue's shoulders and squeezed her; it was indeed a physical strength full of soul bones.
"I didn't expect that someone could really absorb all the soul bones before starting the divine inheritance. It seems that grandpa is old and lacks some imagination."
Golden Crocodile Douluo chuckled, but did not answer Qian Daoliu's words.
It's okay for people to laugh at themselves, and if I agree with him, Qian Daoliu will come to me to discuss and learn from each other to improve my cultivation.
"Xiaoxue, everyone in the Angel Legion has already gathered in Wuhun City. Whatever you want to do, just summon them. Your Seraphim Wuhun is much better than our orders."< br>
Qian Daoliu did not deny it, but nodded lightly: "Xiaoxue, why did you summon so many angel legions?"
Hearing this, Qian Renxue's face flashed with uneasiness, but she quickly firmed up.
However, he did not immediately use the spirit of the Seraphim to summon the angel legion. Instead, he walked up to the angel god and possessed the spirit; he touched the statue of the Heavenly Master with one hand.
"Buzz"
A faint radiance instantly enveloped Qian Renxue's body, and at the same time, the angel statue also emitted supreme radiance, illuminating the entire Wuhun City.
Qian Daoliu looked at the angel statue in surprise.
Isn’t this the vision of inheriting the divine throne that was originally agreed upon?
Could it be that the Angel God was deceiving himself in the first place?
Why is there so much movement?
Golden Crocodile Douluo could feel the endless pressure from the virtual image, and even his ninety-eighth-level titled Douluo couldn't help but want to worship it.
Not to mention the ordinary soul masters in Wuhun City.
The angel legions spontaneously gathered to possess their martial souls, then flapped their wings and flew high in the sky to bow down and salute the angel statue.
Qian Renxue slowly flew up into the sky under everyone's gaze. The shadow of the angel god behind Qian Renxue seemed to be the shadow of Qian Renxue's martial spirit.
In everyone's surprised eyes, the shadow of the angel statue behind Qian Renxue merged into Qian Renxue's body.
"The first test of the Nine Tests for Angels - Zizizi, the first test of the Nine Tests for Fallen Angels of Light - conquer all the angel legions and transform the martial souls of all the angel legions into fallen angels of light; including Qian Daoliu. As a reward, the life span of all soul rings has been increased by three thousand years, and the divine power of the Fallen Angel of Light has been fused to 99%. The age of the soul bones has been increased by 10,000 years. ”
Qian Renxue's eyes widened and she cursed in her heart: "What the hell are you doing, bitch?"
The fallen angel's lazy voice came: "Don't be nervous, it just interfered with the angel god's divine test information; I also discovered a very interesting thing, the angel god seems to be no longer in the divine world."
"I can't sense the incumbent of the angel god. If the angel god hadn't left the divine realm, that would be interesting."
Qian Renxue frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting, just do the divine test according to my wishes; I will give you some relief in the subsequent divine test as appropriate. After all, I am a fallen angel, blessed with power from the distant universe. I also find it very baffling, but I have the strength to do it. Why don’t you use it?”
It’s easy to say anything else about the content of the divine examination, but I want my grandfather, who has practiced the will of the angel god all his life, to be changed into a fallen angel.
How is this possible? "Nothing is impossible. As long as you show the posture of a twelve-winged fallen angel of light, I will have a way to successfully transform your grandfather."
"The angel god is everything your grandfather believes in, but whether the angel god is a seraph or a twelve-winged fallen angel of light is not something your grandfather can decide, right?"
Qian Renxue opened her mouth, but didn't know how to refute.
It sounds like strong words, but when the fallen angel's words are analyzed carefully, there is nothing wrong with them.
Does the angel god have to be a seraph?
Although this sentence sounds obedient.
Qian Renxue had no other choice now but to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor; the seraph behind him instantly spread out three more pairs of black wings.
Twelve-winged fallen angel of light.
As the wings of the twelve-winged fallen angel of light stretch, the image of the angel god also changes.
Qian Daoliu's expression changed slightly, and he immediately wanted to fly up to Dao Qian Renxue's side to see what was going on; but he found the angel statue looking at him indifferently.
His eyes were as indifferent as ever, yet full of divinity.
"I am an angel god, and my martial soul has evolved in the divine world; the seraph has evolved into a twelve-winged fallen angel of light, and now I have Qian Renxue, the inheritor of the angelic throne, and I will use his body to bring down Furui; your martial soul will be with me. I am with you, evolve!”
"Evolve!"
"Evolve!"
"Evolve!"
The three consecutive evolution sounds seemed to have magic power. Countless feathers from the wings of the six-winged fallen angel flew out and merged into the people of the angel army.
The pointed human feathers changed color a little, and at the same time, I felt that my martial spirit had become a lot stronger.
Qiandaoliu's entire body was covered by the feathers of the fallen angel, and he used the divine power of the angel statue to transform the fallen angel's power into Qiandaoliu's body to a great extent.
To put it bluntly, it is pollution.
The pollution of the fallen angels.
It's just that we don't know what the fallen angel pollution of these people will become, and whether they can be perfectly integrated with Qian Renxue.
The only thing that is certain is that this group of angels will become stronger; and they will only obey the orders of Qian Renxue.
Otherwise, no one can command this legion of angels.
Although the pollution of fallen angels will change the minds of these people, the same martial souls will also evolve under the pollution of fallen angels.
The quality of the martial soul will become stronger, and the strength will also become stronger; the talent will also increase, reaching a level that these people cannot reach in their lifetime.
This is the power from evil, the power from fallen angels; the blessing from a source of power somewhere deep in the universe.
"Husband, husband, I wonder if you will like this great gift I have prepared for you?" The fallen angel bit his lower lip, and his mind flashed to Yang Yun's muscular texture, which was as strong as the heaven and earth carving it. and feel.
Cheeks slightly red!
(End of chapter)