Douluo: Peerless Angel Glory.

"I have long been looking forward to being deified. Two generations of gods, a ten thousand year blood feud, it is time for me to end it."

Ling Bai's eyes were cold. On the surface, the Angel Empire was thriving, but in reality it was just a castle in the air. As long as he lost the final battle of gods to Tang San, everything he had done in the past would be a dream. He could not afford to lose, and had to do everything he could to ensure his victory.

"Xiaobai, you will be promoted to an angel first, and then inherit the Rakshasa."

Golden Crocodile Douluo smiled and said: "We old guys all rely on the evil power of Rakshasa to exist. The moment you inherit the Rakshasa throne, we will lose the ability to maintain the status quo.

We have accumulated some power over the thousands of years since our resurrection. Don’t waste it. Perhaps it will help you become the Angel King.”

Hearing this, the five great priests nodded in unison. Golden Crocodile Douluo's words were only one reason. They also had a wish, to witness with their own eyes the God of Angels ascend to become the God King!

Bibi Dong looked at the priests of the Spirit Hall, her extremely beautiful face revealing an indescribable complex expression. She understood what the six people wanted to do, and suddenly she sighed.

"it is good."

The six wings of the angel broke out from his back, and under the gaze of the resurrected people of the Wuhun Empire, Ling Bai rose into the sky like a meteor with a gorgeous golden tail flame.

The angel throne emerged from between Ling Bai's eyebrows, floating safely in front of Ling Bai's chest, emitting circles of golden halos, which complemented the mighty sun in the sky. Ling Bai's eyes suddenly became solemn and he spoke slowly.

At the same time, the six-winged angel statues in every corner of the Angel Empire all lit up, and beams of golden light burst out. The six-winged angel statues seemed to come alive, following Ling Bai's will, and the whole world resounded with the majestic and grand divine voice:

"Followers of the Seraphim, kneel before the light and lift me up!"

Angel Empire.

The huge six-winged angel statue surrounded the crowd. No matter they were soul masters or civilians, they all knelt on one knee in unison, clenched their right fists, clasped their fists tightly against their left chests, and stared at the mysterious angel statue with burning eyes.

Most of the nobles are opportunists who strictly enforce all the laws of the Angel Empire, while ordinary people never ask for much.

Commoners want to have enough food and clothing, and not be abused and trampled by nobles at will. The wish of weak spirit masters is to obtain a spirit ring that suits them and make a contribution to their families. These people account for 80% of the total population of Douluo Continent. Whoever realizes their wishes will gain their faith.

The achievements of the Angel Empire are obvious to all. The deacons of the Angel Temple work tirelessly and travel to various villages every year to help villagers awaken their martial spirits.

One-ring Soul Masters to three-ring Soul Masters before the age of 20 can go to the Angel Temple to receive daily subsidies, so that talented soul masters will not give up the path of soul master due to tuition fees and life pressures. The free bestowal of the first soul ring has saved the vast majority of poor children.

The Angel Empire lifted up the people, and now the people also tried their best to give back to the six-winged angels. Under Ling Bai's call, the solemn Angel Temple, the simple farmhouses, and the people bowed down to the angel statues and portraits. The golden light seemed to transcend time and space and gather on Ling Bai alone!

In the Xingdou Great Forest, in front of the angel statue in the center of the Lake of Life, Di Tian, ​​Biji, Xiong Jun, the King of Ten Thousand Monsters... all the ferocious super soul beasts transformed into human forms and knelt on one knee.

In the core area, mixed area, and peripheral area, countless star fighting soul beasts stopped their conquests, obeyed the orders of the soul beast master, and offered their faith to the gods in the sky.

In the far north, the six-winged angel statue made of ice and snow reflects the sunlight, and the kneeling far north soul beast looks like a piece of snow from afar.

Under the command of the Snow Empress, the soul beasts of the Far North believed in Ling Bai as if they believed in the Snow Empress, and the quality of their faith was even higher than that of the Star Dou Great Forest.

In the vast ocean, the Sea Princess and the two mermaid princesses led a large number of marine soul beasts to convert their beliefs.

The intelligence of soul beasts under ten thousand years old is equivalent to that of human children. The only thing in their minds is to follow the orders of the king of the tribe. Whoever the king tells his subordinates to believe in, the soul beast will believe without hesitation.

Deserts, grasslands, mountains...

These soul beasts were brought in during the three years of the Angel Empire's development. Ling Bai asked Di Tian and Xue Di to tame the beasts with reason, so that they would return to their hearts and believe in angels.

Humans and soul beasts, two races that have been confronting each other for millions of years, have reached a consensus on one thing for the first time. The people on the continent silently chanted the name of the angel in their hearts and prayed devoutly for the six-winged angel. The power of faith gathered into a torrent, and the angel throne suddenly gave birth to a wing made of faith, shining with holy light!

Angel throne, repair completed!

However, the first level of godhood is far from enough!

The sacred ballad is sung again, the forgotten story continues with a new chapter, and the bright and great soul ascends the long steps to become a god!

Carrying the faith of all living beings, the light of the six-winged angel becomes more and more dazzling, the glorious hymns echo across the heaven and earth, and there are more wings waiting to grow on the back of the six-winged angel!

"Seraphim, you dare to hinder my son!"

A low roar suddenly sounded, like a muffled thunder exploding in the air.

A black figure appeared silently, his facial features covered with an ominous blood color, and a dark golden hammer on his shoulder.

"Tang Hao!"

Bibi Dong's crimson-purple pupils suddenly shrank, and the six great priests of the Spirit Hall looked at Tang Hao, who had descended here, with solemn expressions. The latter clearly possessed power that surpassed that of the Limit Douluo!

"Bibi Dong! Do you still remember the hammer from the Pope's Palace ten thousand years ago?"

Tang Hao laughed wildly towards the sky as soul rings slowly rose up one after another: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, and gold!

The tenth soul ring was a very light golden color, and it seemed somewhat illusory, but the auras of the six great priests were actually suppressed by the heaviness.

The pale golden soul ring shone, and the Clear Sky Hammer expanded instantly. Dark golden magic patterns emerged, and the giant hammer was a hundred meters long. The strong dark light surged, and the hammer head was as huge as a mountain.

"How dare you, little priest, speak nonsense!"

Bibi Dong shouted loudly, and the Shura sword that pierced her body immediately responded. The power of Shura burst out, suppressing the Rakshasa throne tightly.

"Even if the world changes drastically and thousands of years have passed, the Spirit Hall's worshippers will stand up and guard our gods!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo roared wildly, his martial spirit the Golden Crocodile King possessed him, every scale stood up, his white hair turned into thick keratin, his upper body leaned forward slightly, like a ferocious crocodile.

The other priests soared into the sky and stood in front of Ling Bai, who was promoted to the position of angel god. Opposite them was Tang Hao, who became a priest. The priests of the Spirit Hall showed no intention of backing down!

Tang Hao's eyes swept across the six people, stopping at Bibi Dong, who looked unwilling, and sneered: "The priest is nothing to a first-level god, but I broke the seal in advance, just at the moment when the six-winged angel cannot interrupt the inheritance of the throne, and cut off the last hope of your Wuhun Empire!

Seraph, pay for my Ah Yin's life!"

With a loud roar, the ten spirit rings exploded together, the air of the entire Jialing Pass became distorted, and the dark gold Clear Sky Hammer appeared out of nowhere. This hammer was a combination of Tang Hao's essence, energy and spirit, including the hatred of Ling Bai for killing A Yin, which was also completely integrated into the Clear Sky Hammer!

"Om-"

The Clear Sky Hammer enveloped the heaven and earth, and Ling Bai, who was refining the angel godhood, underwent a change. Seven red, one gold, and one platinum, the nine halos merged into one in an instant.

The beautiful golden figure spread its angel wings and separated from Ling Bai's body. Holding the Holy Angel Sword in hand, it looked down proudly at the falling Clear Sky Hammer, its pair of bright golden eyes radiating with domineering power!

"Little Lord!"

The six great priests were stunned at first, and then they couldn't help but burst into tears.

The person they love is always Qian Renxue, no matter if it is Ling Bai or Ye Guyi, it is nothing more than loving the person and loving everyone in her!

"Angel God Qian Renxue!"

Tang Hao's eyes were red with anger, the angel's throne was shattered, Qian Renxue had clearly died ten thousand years ago, how could she be living in Ling Bai's body, and her aura fluctuations were even stronger than that of a priest like him!

"He said, let's end the hatred that happened ten thousand years ago."

Qian Renxue smiled indifferently, and a gray sickle emitting deathly silence suddenly fell into Bibi Dong's palm. It was the Death Prison Demon Scythe, and its former name was Rakshasa Demon Scythe!

"Xue'er!"

Bibi Dong screamed, she had felt guilty for ten thousand years, and now it was time to make up for what she had longed for when she finally saw Qian Renxue.

The Death Hell Demon Scythe aroused the power of Rakshasa and temporarily resisted the power of Shura. Spider-web-like patterns appeared on the forehead, and the giant scythe was raised. A purple light spread out, and the blade was cold and bloodthirsty. A shocking demon blade rushed straight towards Tang Hao and chopped him off head-on!

Divine skill, Rakshasa Death Scythe!

Holy light burst out from the depths of Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes. The sacred power of the Holy Angel Sword rose to the extreme. All of its energy was injected into the angel artifact that had been away for a long time. The Holy Angel Sword rendered her into a brilliant golden sun!

Divine skill, Holy Sword of the Sun!

"boom!!!"

Destruction, explosion, and shattering!

At the center of the explosion of the Angel's Holy Sword, the Death Hell Scythe, and the Clear Sky Hammer, countless fine space cracks spread wildly, and the sky turned into a black spider web, with cracks constantly spreading into the distance.

Tang Hao died, unsurprisingly at the hands of the two gods.

In the dark, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong seemed to hear a voice of gratitude. After getting rid of the parasite Tang Hao, the plane consciousness of Douluo Continent was reborn.

"Xue'er!"

"Little Lord!"

In order to kill Tang Hao, everyone couldn't wait to call out for Qian Renxue. Having lived for more than 10,000 years, they couldn't hide their excitement when they saw Qian Renxue. Bibi Dong tightly grasped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and the six great priests burst into tears.

"Grandpas, it's been ten thousand years. Thank you for still being willing to protect the angel lineage."

Qian Renxue smiled, and in an instant, the world seemed to bloom with dawn for her.

"No, this is our duty..." Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was trembling.

Then, under Bibi Dong's stunned eyes, Qian Renxue floated in front of the Pope's throne, ignored the Shura Sword, and opened her arms to hug her mother.

"Mother, I should have been the one to bear the sword of Shura."

"Xue'er, I owe you too much..." Bibi Dong closed her eyes and stroked her daughter's back.

"Mother, I'm leaving."

Thousands of snow pine trees bloom for Bibi Dong.

"Where are you going!" Bibi Dong asked anxiously.

The angel's clear golden eyes looked at the figure in the sky and chuckled, "The hatred between the angels and the sea gods, the Rakshasa gods and the Asura gods, which has lasted for thousands of years, will surely end today.

I watched him grow up, and he did very well, better than I was back then, but even though he inherited the throne of the Angel King, he still had a disadvantage.

The Trident of Poseidon and the Shura Sword are both super artifacts, but the Holy Sword of Angels and the Rakshasa Scythe are not.

Of course, he had anticipated this and promised to return a super artifact to the Silver Dragon King and the Emperor Beast in the future, and asked them for the Golden and Silver Dragon Spears. "

Qian Renxue paused for a moment, summoned two dragon spears, and shook her head, saying, “His original plan was to fuse the gold and silver dragon spears into the super artifact Dragon God Spear, but that is not compatible with the Angel Rakshasa bloodline at all, so this is not the best choice.

The predecessors should always lay the foundation for the younger generations, so I decided to use the last of my spiritual power to lend him a helping hand, become the spirit of the artifact, fuse the Silver Dragon Spear, and upgrade the Angel Holy Sword to a super artifact!

Mother, I will live forever in the Holy Sword of Angels."

Before she finished her words, Qian Renxue grasped the Silver Dragon Spear in her left hand and clenched the Angel Holy Sword in her right hand. The sacred and pure Angel Holy Fire burned in her soul, and the divine weapons merged!

The Silver Dragon Spear is the companion artifact of the Silver Dragon King. The elements controlled by the Silver Dragon include the attribute of light. Qian Renxue ignited herself, making light the main attribute of the Silver Dragon Spear and integrating it into the angel artifact, the Angel Holy Sword!

"Xue'er, without you, I can't find the meaning of living."

Bibi Dong sighed with regret, and the next second, she snatched the Golden Dragon Spear. Her body was covered in purple flames, and the Death Hell Scythe and the Golden Dragon Spear slowly merged into one!

"Mother……"

"Xue'er." Bibi Dong smiled carefreely, "Then let us become the spirits of the artifact together."

The six great priests stared at the mother and daughter looking at each other in the flames. They loved Qian Renxue deeply, but they were also afraid of Bibi Dong. At this moment, all the past disputes disappeared. For the revenge of the angels, the losers ten thousand years ago did their best!

The Holy Sword of Angels and the Scythe of Death Hell flew into the sky and hovered in front of Ling Bai.

The two great artifacts transformed into super artifacts. Ling Bai could clearly feel that they were connected to his blood. Qian Renxue's smiling voice rang out from the Angel Holy Sword:

"Xiao Bai, can I call you that?

Don't be sad. Before I inherited the throne of the angel, my grandfather opened the door to inheritance at the cost of his life and taught me the last truth. Now I will pass it on to you.

If one day, my successor embarks on the path to becoming a god, I hope he will not regard it as a burden, but bravely move forward with the responsibility that I cannot let go of and the hope to change.

Xiaobai, please carry our light and fly higher!"

"I will, I will definitely do it."

Ling Bai nodded heavily. The faith of living beings continued to nourish the angel's position. The angel's divine power continued to rise. Six bulges appeared on his back, sandwiched between the original six wings of the angel.

Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue found their way. The six great priests stepped forward in silence. The Demon-Subduing Douluo bowed deeply:

"I'm sorry, we brothers failed in our duty of offering sacrifices when we first met in Jialing City."

"You two seniors, there is no need to do this. It has already passed."

"Thank you."

Demon Subduing Douluo smiled with relief, he had always been brooding over this matter. On the ground, one sixth of the Spirit Empire warriors turned into energy and injected it into Demon Subduing Douluo's body.

"Keep this power. In this final battle, help me slap Tang San's face hard."

He took a lingering look at the Holy Sword of Angels, and resolutely merged into the Angel Godship!

"Chi la——"

The crisp sound echoed across heaven and earth, and the angel's seventh wing broke out from his back!

"This guy Jiang Mo didn't even wait for me."

Qianjun Douluo cursed and rushed into the Angel God's Throne with one-sixth of the Wuhun Empire soldiers!

The eighth wing!

Guangling Douluo played with the bow and arrow in his hand, curling his lips: "It would be nice if Big Brother was here."

The ninth wing!

"Good job, don't lose face!"

Lion Douluo and Blue Luan Douluo patted Ling Bai's shoulders on the left and right, with encouragement in their eyes.

Tenth wing, eleventh wing!

"It is a great honor for us to become a wing of the Angel God!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed loudly, his laughter was arrogant and hearty.

"Brother, we are here!"

Endless light outlines the twelfth wing!

Everyone on Douluo Continent saw a glorious phantom of an angel appear in the sky. The angel seemed to cover the sky, and the enormous oppressive force contained a holy and warm aura.

With long golden hair flying behind his head, Ling Bai held high the super artifact Angel Holy Sword. A golden beam of light rushed up to the boundless starry sky, and the twelve angel wings ignited an eternal golden flame!

"Eternally burning wings, take me away from the perdition of the mortal world!"

Divine position, advancement!

The twelve-winged angel king!