Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 2 - Qian Renxue

On the bank of a gloomy river with a sea of ​​flowers blooming on the other side, countless illusory white figures are forming a long queue on the narrow path,

These people took a bowl of strange bubbling green soup from the hands of an old woman with a middle parted hair and drank it in one gulp.

Afterwards, they gradually lowered their heads, dragging their legs with blank eyes, no, that thing is not a leg, it should be... a translucent tail, and slowly walked into the gate of death behind the old woman.

At this time, a young man with a hood on his face and whose facial features could not be seen floated slowly in front of the old woman.

The young man looked at the bowl of unknown liquid that seemed to turn into Nurgle's God's Choice if he drank it, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Young man! This soup is extremely delicious. Drink it! Drink it quickly!"

The middle-parted old woman wearing a tight-fitting black shirt and white suspenders looked at the soul in front of her and urged impatiently.

"Is this thing drinkable?", the young man couldn't help but groaned.

"Are you kidding me? I am Meng Po who has practiced for more than 2000 years! I like..."

Before the middle-parted old woman could finish her words, the young man couldn't help but complain: "Good guy, little Heizi, reveal..."

"Ahem, cough, cough... carefully prepared with the love of hoping that every deceased person can be happy~", the middle-parted old woman said while making a heart-drawing gesture with both hands.

That shape, that movement, the young man couldn't help thinking of a MV, and the immersive sound effect automatically echoed in the young man's mind...

"So you drink or not!"

After finishing speaking, the old woman looked impatiently at the long queue behind the young man and asked with a frown.

"This thing will explode even if I look at it again. Drink...I'm afraid it will melt instantly!"

"Come on, is that why you don't want to drink Meng Po soup?" The old woman angrily knocked on her pot with a spoon, and flicked out a pile of seasoning jars from an unknown corner, and said coldly:

"It tastes terrible, so let me add some sugar to you!" Granny Meng picked up a small spoon from the ground and asked, "How many spoons do you want?"

"If you add sugar, two or four spoonfuls of sugar." The young man replied without thinking.

"Why can't you add three spoons?" Po Meng looked at the young man suspiciously and asked, "Will adding three spoons of sugar make it four?"

"Yes." The young man said concisely.

"So it turns out that adding three spoonfuls of sugar will make four!" Granny Meng deliberated and finally added two spoonfuls of sugar to the bowl.

After a long time, the young man still looked at the bowl in his hand and did not move. Granny Meng finally became anxious. She frowned angrily, and half of the straps on the overalls slipped off. If you don’t drink, there are still so many people queuing up behind you!”

"This thing tastes terrible even with added sugar. Is there any other way to reincarnate!" The young man handed the bowl to the person behind him very disgusted, and he stood next to Granny Meng and chatted with her.

"Other ways of reincarnation... There are also, but you have to draw a lottery!" Po Meng glanced at the young man who didn't talk about martial arts with a dark face, repeating the actions of scooping up soup, handing out bowls, and putting away bowls.

"Lucky draw? What kind of lottery? Don't tell me that there is a guarantee of size and hundreds of draws! That thing is a trap..."

The young man complained nonchalantly, but Mrs. Meng curled her lips and handed the spoon in her hand to the young man. She pouted towards the crowd coming and going behind her and said, "You work for me, every day." Let ten people drink Meng Po soup, and they will have a chance to draw a lottery."

"Ten people will get one chance? You didn't tell me the specific number of guaranteed times. Why don't you just stop being Mrs. Meng and just take advantage of me!" The young man yelled in frustration, but he didn't want Mrs. Meng to bring a recliner and sneer leisurely. Said: "Whether you want to do it or not, if you don't do it, some ghosts will do it!"

"Yes! Look at you like this! You've got me, right?!" The young man rubbed his forehead, looked at the spoon in his hand and the soul that didn't know where to go, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Just do it. !”

Not long after, looking at the young man who was about to throw sparks from his spoon, Po Meng couldn't help but admired: "Tsk, what a talent! It's a pity not to work for me here!"

During the process, Mrs. Meng reminded the young man several times that he could try his luck with her, but the young man was unmoved and was determined to save up his winnings before going to the lottery.

Regarding this, Po Meng was also happy and at ease, so she no longer reminded her, but enjoyed her rare rest.

Three days later...

The young man, whose arms were trembling slightly due to repeated movements, followed Ma Mian through the vast sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and came to a low and shabby wooden door.

"what is this?"

"This is the door to random reincarnation. It is specially prepared for people like you who have been ignored by Meng Po... Meng Po has a headache. This is the only place where you can leave the underworld without drinking Meng Po soup, but the price is that you will never be able to return to our original world. It's... permanent exile. Even if you die again, you will never be able to return, and even your soul will be annihilated. Even so, do you want to go through this door?" Ma Mian paused, and then said: "It's still too late to regret now!"

"I understand the truth, anyway, I will never drink that bowl of unknown liquid!"

"Okay then... It's hard to persuade the damn ghost..."

Ma Mian gently opened the strange dilapidated door for the young man.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to remind you, the world you go to is random, you might be killed by a tsunami right after you go down..."

"Is it born to die?"

When he thought of falling into a box, the young man suddenly started sweating profusely. Big droplets of sweat couldn't stop flowing down, and finally fell to the ground along his chin.

Swallowing sharply, the young man tentatively asked: "Then is it too late for me to regret it now?"

"Hey, I just liked your unruly look just now, but unfortunately, now that the door is open, you can't go back on your word!" Ma Mian chuckled and comforted him as much as possible:

"Look! UFO, let's go..."

Saying that, without waiting for the other party to react, he kicked the young man into the door, and then the dark door closed automatically.

He stood up with difficulty holding on to a huge stone. In confusion, he saw the pattern on the coffin clearly. Carved on the stone slab was a beautiful female angel.

The woman looks extremely beautiful, but...only seven points similar to Qian Renxue's appearance in the previous anime. Compared with the cold and gorgeous image in the anime, her expression on the stone statue seems to be much calmer. A gray and black exquisite holy sword sculpture.

click, click, click

After a few dry sounds, the gray-black shell of the holy sword sculpture on the coffin gradually cracked open from bottom to top, and an almost completely transparent golden virtual image slowly emerged from the holy sword.

"My God, it's been almost 1 years, and there is still a trace of remnant soul. Is this a god?" The soul body opened its mouth in shock, and took a few steps back unconsciously.

"Yes, Qian Renxue used to be an angel god. Although the status of the god was shattered in the end, she still has the foundation of a god. It is also possible to use the remaining power of the artifact to preserve the remnant soul." The will of the plane whispered .

"Who are you?!", the young man asked.

"I am the will of the plane!"

An indescribable colored light group suddenly made a sound.

"The will of the plane?!" The young man pursed his lips, and then returned to the topic: "Then what should I do if she directly kills me!"

"Don't worry, her current soul body tends to dissipate, even without you, her soul won't last for a few years! So, Jie Jie Jie!", the will of the plane observed the state of Qian Renxue's soul , suddenly laughed.

I don't know what the will of the plane did, but Qian Renxue's almost transparent soul body finally improved a little. She looked at the strange soul body and said coldly, "Who are you? What time is it?"

"Now is the Douluo Continent about ten thousand years after the battle of Jialing Pass." The young man explained with a complicated expression, "I am, I am the person called by the will of the plane."

She didn't think of fooling Qian Renxue with nonsense, Qian Renxue is an old cunning who went out to steal the country at a young age.

Although...although under Tang Buddha's terrifying halo of subduing wisdom, he looks like a silly Baitian whose head has been lowered.

But... He doesn't have the halo of wisdom, so it's better to be honest. After all... sincerity is the surefire skill.

"Will of the plane?" Qian Renxue looked at the soul carefully and vaguely saw the colorful light group hidden behind the spirit body.

"That's right, Angel God, he didn't lie to you, it was indeed me." The will of the plane exuded a faint color, and talked with Qian Renxue's soul at a unique frequency.

"Ah no, what are you talking about?"

The traveler looked at Qian Renxue, whose mouth was moving so fast, and the will of the plane shaking violently like jelly, and felt an indescribable uneasiness in his heart.

In fact, the will of the plane is negotiating hard with Qian Renxue.

"Oh! It's you who transported the qi that belonged to my Spirit Hall to Tang San, how come you have the face to come to me now." Qian Renxue's soul was silent for a while, and asked coldly.

"No, no, no, Angel God, don't be so hostile. Your loss of luck has nothing to do with me, but... we can help each other. I need everything to return to the rules, and what you need is revenge!"

"Now I don't have that kind of ability, not to mention seizing the body and being reborn, and I can't even maintain the spirit body, so how can I get revenge." Qian Renxue laughed at herself, shook her head and said:

"You should be able to see that I'm hopeless, and no matter how much spiritual nourishment I have, it's nothing more than lingering! Why don't I just die, and it's over!"

"Then... have you forgotten your hatred?", Plane Will asked: "Have you forgotten your grandfather, your mother, your relatives and friends?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten it! I will never forget my mother's unwillingness when she died in front of me, and I can't forget the reluctance in my grandfather's eyes when he sacrificed for me!"

Qian Renxue's words were filled with despair and anger, and roars echoed in the tomb. Every time Qian Renxue said a word, the violent emotional fluctuations made her soul tremble violently.

"Then do you want revenge?!" Plane Will asked again: "I can only help you once!"

"Of course I want revenge! Do you have a solution?" Qian Renxue asked again and again.

"Of course there is!" The will of the plane said meaningfully: "But... now I need you to persuade your mother's obsession, double gods, so that we have a little chance of winning."

When Bibi Dong was mentioned, Qian Renxue was silent for a while, "As the will of the plane, you want to use the god position left by my mother? Cultivate a new god!"

"Yes, you have little chance of winning with a broken god. To be on the safe side, you should at least have two gods." The will of the plane responded, and told Qian Renxue all the changes over the past ten thousand years.

The oppression of civilians by several major empires caused the civilians to suffer unspeakably, and many people were unable to awaken their martial spirits. What was even more ironic was that in the later stages, even... many of the people who awakened their martial spirits for the common people turned out to be evil soul masters.

The Sun Moon Empire defeated the original Douluo Continent and the Three Kingdoms thousands of years ago with its powerful soul guidance technology!

Without the Killing City, countless evil soul masters wreaked havoc on the continent, taking away the lives of countless civilians.

Shrek, whose slogan is to liberate the free will of civilian soul masters, has actually become a holy land for soul masters. Ordinary soul masters cannot even enter the school without a letter of introduction.

Shrek occupied the original Wuhun City and it became a new Wuhun Palace.

In a certain period of time in the future, after Tang San took the opportunity to eliminate his competitors in the God Realm, he actually covered the sky with one hand and turned the Douluo Continent into the Tang Family Continent.

That coward Tang Ritian actually took the opportunity to become the master of the plane, and that Blue Silver Emperor stole the tree of life!

Seeing this, Qian Renxue also understood why this will came to her. Wanting to understand the power of this, Qian Renxue smiled to herself: "I thought that after my Wuhun Palace disappeared, this fighting spirit would How beautiful and peaceful the Luo Continent will become! It turns out... it looks like this, hahaha! It's really retribution!"