After saying this, Qian Daoliu turned around and looked at Bibi Dong in the sky. His aura suddenly burst out, and behind him, the spirit of the Seraphim slowly emerged.
"Bibi Dong, I let you go because I felt guilty about you. I chose to turn a blind eye to everything you did."
"Even if you secretly cultivate your own power, I plan to turn a blind eye. Do you know that Golden Crocodile Douluo and Spirit Kite Douluo have tried to stop you more than once?"
Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong sadly.
"It was me who stopped them so that you could let go."
"Hmph, so what, what do you want to say?"
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu with disdain.
Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong, whose mind had been controlled by Rakshasa spiritual thoughts, and knew that no matter what he said, he could not awaken Bibi Dong's human conscience.
The huge aura of a peerless Douluo bloomed out of him instantly.
"I want to say..."
A golden halo spread between Qian Daoliu's brows and eyes.
It seemed that his whole body was swimming in a golden ocean.
"I will correct my own mistakes."
"Boom!"
The endless golden soul power dyed half of the sky into golden color.
"You?"
Bibi Dong now felt that she was only one step away from becoming a god.
"Then I'll kill you first, and then Qin Feng!"
Bibi Dong looked up to the sky and screamed, the evil energy in his body erupting again.
Her body became extremely huge in an instant, and a rich black mist emitted from her body, which condensed into a huge Rakshasa phantom.
Her eyes also turned blood red, full of evil and murderous aura.
Feeling Bibi Dong's terrifying power, Qian Daoliu did not dare to underestimate him.
After all, he is just an angel martial spirit, not the heir to the angelic throne.
"The seventh soul skill, the true form of an angel!"
Qian Daoliu's body turned into a golden light and flew into the air.
A pair of white wings appeared behind him, holding a golden spear with an angelic aura in his hand, and his whole person exuded a sacred aura.
"Bibi Dong, give up, the Rakshasa God is just using your resentment again." Qian Daoliu sighed.
"Qiandaoliu, don't stand and talk without hurting your back. Without the power of the Rakshasa God, what can I do against the angel inheritance that has been passed down by your Qianjia for so many years!" Bibi Dong said through gritted teeth.
Looking at Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu could only shake his head.
Then the two launched attacks almost simultaneously.
Under the collision of huge soul power, Bibi Dong waved the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand, releasing purple-black sickle-shaped light blades and slashing towards Qiandaoliu.
Looking at these evil light blades, Qian Daoliu waved the golden spear in his hand, releasing streaks of golden light.
The purple-black light blade collided with the golden light carrying the sacred aura.
In an instant, countless explosions were triggered in the air.
"Boom boom boom..."
The purple-black and golden light continuously collide, producing powerful fluctuations.
The surrounding space began to distort.
Bibi Dong's Rakshasa power carries an evil aura, and every purple-black light blade carries a frightening aura.
But Qiandaoliu's angel soul power has a purifying effect and can dissolve Bibi Dong's evil energy one by one.
Every time the soul power of the two people clashed, a strong and harsh sizzling sound would be made. Qin Feng and Gu Yuena couldn't help but take two steps back.
"But I have to say that the angel soul power is quite restrained against the Rakshasa soul power.
"Damn it!" Bibi Dong shouted angrily and launched another attack. She danced her hands, and the Rakshasa Magic Scythe drew an arc in the air, and then swung it towards Qiandaoliu.
"Rakshasa Tear Slash!"
This slash carried unparalleled power, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart.
Qian Daoliu didn't dare to neglect, he took a deep breath, the angel shadow behind him shone brightly, and the spear in his hand thrust forward.
The tip of the spear shone with bright golden light, and it collided hard with Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
"Bang!"
A loud noise resounded, and the two powerful forces collided with each other, forming waves of huge soul power fluctuations that spread out.
This powerful wave carried extremely strong force, shaking both Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu back.
"What a powerful force!" Qian Daoliu was secretly surprised.
He didn't expect that Bibi Dong would be able to burst out with such powerful power in the state of Rakshasa consciousness. He could only say that he was worthy of being the heir to the throne of God.
"However, this is not enough!" Qian Daoliu's eyes narrowed and he waved his spear again. He had made up his mind.
Since I have made mistakes for so many years to become the current Bibi Dong, then I must correct this mistake even if I die.
Bibi Dong must be saved by him!
"The ninth soul skill - Angelic Glory!"
As Qian Daoliu's voice sounded, the angel's shadow appeared again behind him.
This is the phantom of an angel in the true form of the martial spirit, which contains extremely terrifying angelic power.
Then, golden rays of light shot out from the angel's shadow and converged on the spear in Qian Daoliu's hand.
The light on the spear became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a golden light pillar with a diameter of tens of meters, bombarding Bibi Dong.
"Not good!" Bibi Dong's expression changed. Not only her, but even the Rakshasa mind behind her who was watching all this silently felt the terrifying soul power contained in this golden beam of light.
Bibi Dong immediately formed a seal with her hands, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe rotated in the air, and then plunged into the ground.
The terrifying evil energy exploded like a sudden explosion, forcing the angel's golden light away.
Bibi Dong opened her hands and made a big Chinese character.
"The evil Rakshasa changes!"
As Bibi Dong's voice fell, her body quickly grew in size, turning into a huge Bibi Dong who was tens of meters tall.
"Roar!"
Her skin was covered with purple-black armor, covered with ferocious bone spurs, and her eyes were shining with blood-red light.
She opened her mouth and sprayed out a ball of purple-black laser light, facing Qiandaoliu's angelic glory.
"Boom!"
Two purple-black and golden light pillars with terrifying power collided in the air, producing an earth-shattering explosion.
The surrounding air was distorted by the shock, forming a huge soul power storm that was both golden and purple-black.
Although the power given by Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God was powerful, it still seemed a little powerless in the face of Qiandaoliu's angelic glory.
The powerful whirlwind forced her body to be continuously pushed back, and the purple-black mist on her body gradually dissipated.
Qian Daoliu knew that now was his chance to pursue victory.
The golden gun in his hand dissipated, and the eighth soul ring behind him lit up.
"The eighth soul skill—Angel Sword!"
"Buzz!"
Behind Qian Daoliu, three golden giant swords slowly condensed and made a buzzing sound. (End of chapter)