Chapter 127 Angels and Rakshasa
On the Jialingguan front, following the defeat of the Wuhun Empire in the battle, Sanzong ordered to retreat a hundred miles back, trying his best to ensure that there would be no direct conflict with the Tiandou Empire, but to wait quietly for something.
Now, Bibi Dong is in seclusion to recover from her injuries, and the second worshipper was killed in the battle. The third worshipper has become the temporary leader of the Spirit Empire camp, taking charge of all affairs.
In the battle of Jialing Pass, although Wuhun Palace lost several strong men, including even the ninety-eighth-level Golden Crocodile Douluo, there were still a dozen titled Douluo-level strong men still there, and they could still be said to be strong soldiers.
However, after the defeat, morale was inevitably low. In addition, Chenfeng's attack that killed Golden Crocodile Douluo reached the fusion level of god-level power, which made all the strong men feel terrified.
That is an irresistible force!
At the moment, I am afraid that only if Young Master Qian Renxue returns with success, or if Queen Bibi Dong becomes a true god-level powerhouse, can Wuhun Palace have any hope of making a comeback.
Time passes bit by bit.
In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.
The third offering can’t help but feel a little irritating, how long do we have to wait?
You must know that the daily consumption of such a large-scale legion is an astronomical figure. The generals and elders below have proposed withdrawing the troops more than once.
Just when the three worshipers were at a loss, they heard a burst of noise from the outside world and a loud noise from the Chinese army.
"What's going on? So noisy!" Sanzong asked in the commander's tent.
The two brothers Qianjun Jiangmo ran in excitedly, "The young master is here!"
"What!? Young Master... did she succeed?" Sanzongfeng's eyes shone brightly, and he hurriedly ran out without waiting for Qianjun Demon-Conquering Douluo's reply.
At this moment, a golden sun was approaching in the sky above the Wuhun Empire's army.
A sacred aura rushed towards his face. If he looked carefully, he saw that it was a golden human figure with six huge wings flapping behind his back. Golden flames erupted from his whole body, glowing with brilliance.
Even the sun seems to have lost its light compared to it.
It’s Qian Renxue!
At this time, Qian Renxue has become extremely powerful, like a place made of golden flames. Every time the six wings flap, a twisted golden light flashes around him.
"Welcome, angel - descend - come -"
Several worshipers knelt on the spot at the same time, making pious sounds from their mouths.
As worshipers of Wuhun Hall, they usually live in seclusion in the Hall of Worship with Qian Daoliu. How could they not recognize the Seraphim?
That is the God of Angels!
The third worshipper was in tears. It was congratulatory for Qian Renxue to become a god, but he could naturally guess the fate of the great worshiper Qian Daoliu. It was just a pity that he and the second worshipper, Golden Crocodile Douluo, would never be able to see each other again. The God of Angels has reached his invincible posture across the battlefield.
"Long live the Spirit Empire!"
"Long live the God of Angels!"
In the Spirit Empire camp, the uniform shouts continued and spread for dozens of miles.
At the same time, in an underground cave near the Jialingguan battlefield.
Bibi Dong sat cross-legged among them, with a purple light curtain wrapped around her body, like a cocoon.
Wisps of white aura are constantly being absorbed through the soil and sink into the center of the eyebrows.
As the white aura was absorbed, the mark of the Rakshasa God on Bibi Dong's forehead shone brighter.
"To become a Rakshasa God, you need a lot of death energy. Apart from the killing city, only the battlefield has the most death energy..."
Bibi Dong's eyes slowly closed, and the purple color on her body became more intense. Finally, the light curtain materialized, completely surrounding her. A few days later, the earth shook.
A purple light and shadow rose into the sky!
At the same time, the vision manifested, purple-black clouds suddenly appeared in mid-air, a huge pressure pressed to the ground, and a wisp of divine aura came out, even if it was a Titled Douluo-level A strong person cannot help but tremble.
Rakshasa God, come!
Bibi Dong was holding the Rakshasa Magic Scythe, and she looked like a queen coming from the dark world. She was just one person, but behind her, it seemed as if a huge wave of blood rose, and countless bones poured out, as if an army from the underworld. This was not a real scene, but It still makes many people’s hair stand on end.
In charge of evil and killing, Rakshasa!
The moment Bibi Dong became a god, the first thing he did was not to return to the Wuhun Palace camp, but to suppress his aura to the top of Jialing Pass in a demonstration.
The powerful men from the Tiandou Empire, who had sensed the unusual situation, had already arrived at Jialing Pass. With the combined efforts of everyone, they were able to barely resist the force.
"The Angel God, the Rakshasa God, and the Spirit Hall actually have two god-level experts!"
An aura of pessimism suddenly made many powerful people in the Tiandou Empire look sad. The reason why there was no despair was because Chen Feng was about to become Shura God, so it was not that he had no chance to give it a try.
However, everyone was unsure. After reaching the god level, would Chen Feng still be able to fight one against two as before?
Purple dark clouds pressed down, Bibi Dong was wrapped in armor, and her eyes stared coldly at Jialing Pass.
A stream of spiritual thoughts kept scanning, even if it went thousands of meters underground, it didn't let go.
To her, the so-called Titled Douluo was just a joke, and she could crush him to death at any time if he wanted.
There is only one Chenfeng!
He has accepted the inheritance of God Shura, which is definitely a huge hidden danger. According to Bibi Dong's judgment, Chenfeng should be hidden not far from Jialing Pass. Considering that the war is about to break out, he cannot go too far.
The dark purple light continued to fluctuate, penetrating Jialing Pass like strands of mist, making all the titled Douluo immersed in the purple mist.
The so-called army of one million people couldn't resist that divine thought at all. If Bibi Dong hadn't just paid attention to visiting, he could kill those so-called soul master legions in an instant with just one thought.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, another ray of light like the blazing sun shone over.
Seraphim Qian Renxue flew over from the Wuhun Palace camp and stood side by side with Bibi Dong.
For the sake of the grand cause of Wuhun Palace and in compliance with Qian Daoliu's will, Qian Renxue chose to temporarily join forces even though she had no favorable impression of Bibi Dong.
Right now, the most important thing is to deal with the enemy.
Looking at Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong's evil eyes softened a bit.
There was a hint of pampering and pride in her eyes, her daughter had become a god! God of angels!
A trace of indifference flashed across Qian Renxue's face, and she said calmly, "Let's look for traces of Chen Feng first. The enemy will not die, and even if we finally dominate the world, we will still feel uneasy."
Bibi Dong was startled for a moment, and then her eyes returned to a somewhat evil look.
The Rakshasa God and the Angel God simultaneously spread their spiritual thoughts to explore.
On this day, the sky above Jialing Gate was half dark purple and half golden.
His spiritual thoughts swept over them, from the titled Douluo to the ants, they were all trembling with fear, not daring to move.
(End of chapter)