Douluo + sword three pilgrims

Pieces of silver light fell and shattered.

The entire space is like a shattered mirror, and the gap is boundless darkness.

Lu Xingmu raised his hand, silver fine sand slipped from his fingers.

Like shards of stars.

"Do you regret it?" A familiar deep voice rang in my ears.

He quietly looked at the person standing not far away, shook his head, "I don't regret it."

The man turned his back to Yinmang, unable to see his face clearly.

"Long time no see." Lu Xingmu took off his hood, and his golden hair was dyed with a layer of light silver against the silver glow.

"Master."

Wuhun City, Elder Hall.

A huge seraph statue stood in the center, and the young man faced the statue, his whole body covered with a layer of golden light.

"Are you ready?"

Standing not far away, the tall and straight man in gray asked calmly.

"Yes, I'm ready." Qian Renxue slowly raised her head, her blue eyes had completely turned golden, emitting a light full of sacred aura.

His voice was cold and indifferent, completely missing the previous gentleness.

The man in gray seemed to smile, "Come with me."

There was a flash of light behind him, and the whole person was surrounded by a ball of golden light. Nine spirit rings were neatly arranged on his body. At the same time, there were three pairs of white wings, which were seraphs.

Undoubtedly, this gray-clothed man is Qian Renxue's grandfather, a great enshrined in the Elder Hall, a level 99 peerless Douluo——Qian Daoliu.

"My existence is to wait for this day to come. For this day, I have waited for more than 100 years..."

His voice faded away.

The night sky is full of stars, and the hexagonal hall is suspended in the night sky. Six golden pillars support the roof of the hall, and countless strange patterns are engraved everywhere.

In the center of the main hall is a three-meter-high statue of an angel.

This angel statue is not golden, but a dull gray.In front of the statue, a long sword that was also gray was stuck on the ground.The six wings spread out on the back, lifelike.

"Grandpa, this is..."

"This is the real Temple of Angels." There was a strange smile on Qian Daoliu's face.

"You will bring back the brilliance of this place, and let the angels reappear in the world. This is the place where you complete the last test of the nine trials of angels, and at the same time, it is also the place where you truly inherit the position of angels and enter the god level."

There seemed to be something extra in Qian Renxue's golden eyes.

He clenched the spar in his hand almost subconsciously, and made up his mind, "Grandpa, what should I do?"

"Use your blood." Qian Daoliu pointed to the round transparent gemstone on the sword in front of the angel statue.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, and slowly raised her right hand to cover the gem.

The color of his blood is very strange, it is not human red, but pink gold.

The gem devoured his blood frantically, and as the blood flowed, the gem gradually shone with a pink-gold light.But as time passed, the pink in the light gradually faded, turning into pure gold.

The golden light flowed and extended down along the gem, soaking the strange long sword bit by bit.

The rapid loss of blood only brought about weakness, Qian Renxue's expression remained unchanged, and she continued to maintain this movement.

The entire Temple of Angels was smudged by surging golden light, and the strange patterns seemed to have gained vitality, with a faint light flowing.

Qian Daoliu's eyes were full of heat, he seemed to say so, but no one heard him.

He raised his leg, took a step forward, and walked to the position between the long sword and the statue.

"It's his own choice."

Standing in nothingness, the white-robed man said calmly: "We can't interfere."

Lu Xingmu lowered his eyes and did not speak.

The golden flame seemed to illuminate even the emptiness of the night sky, just like the Golden Crow during the day, refusing to leave even the slightest darkness.

The figure of the man in gray disappeared completely in the golden flames.

"Life is a matter of life. He won't live long, so this is a worthy death." The white-robed man said again.

He remained silent.

"Go." The man in white robe raised his hand and rubbed the boy's soft hair, his deep voice seemed to be filled with relief and reluctance, "Xingmu."

Angels have come.

The burning golden flame is dazzling and eye-catching.

In this piece of golden flame, dots of golden light can be faintly seen.

Lu Xingmu reached out to catch one of them, and the golden glow slid past his fingertips intimately, and quickly gathered together with other golden glows.

He walked in the direction where Jin Mang left. He didn't know how long he walked until he came to a place where there was no Jin Yan.

The man standing there can no longer be called a youth. He is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his youthful appearance has lost a bit of maturity and replaced it with vigor.

Even though her soul was suffering, Qian Renxue still showed a gentle smile.

Lu Xingmu walked towards him slowly, letting him hug him tightly.He raised his head, and he saw himself reflected in Qian Renxue's golden eyes.

The white robe fell to the ground.

Greed is like water and fire.

He hugged Qian Renxue's neck tightly, and his blood-red eyes were gradually covered with mist.

If you don't stop it, you will suffer.

"Pass the fifth test of the stars, the star affinity will increase by 80.00%, the star affinity will be [-]% five, the reward will be an increase of fifteen levels of soul power, and the ten thousand year left leg soul bone."

In the Angel Temple, the boy in golden armor opened his eyes.

The blue spar that was originally worn on his wrist fell to the ground at some point, and even under the burning of the golden flame, it was still intact.

Qian Renxue leaned over to pick up the spar, and strong golden light patterns suddenly fluctuated.

Pieces of feather-like light streaks floated out, swirling violently around him.

God's position has been determined.

The angel statue in the center of the Elder's Hall trembled without warning, and fine streaks of golden light began to appear on the statue, gradually emitting layers of intense golden light patterns.

"boom--"

The entire angel statue shattered in an instant, turning into countless golden light spots that swayed in mid-air. At the core of its explosion, there was a young man covered in golden armor, patted with six wings on his back.

On the Angel Sword held high above the head, the surging golden flame turned into a golden beam of light and soared into the sky, breaking through the shackles at the top of the hall in an instant, and huge energy fluctuations erupted one after another, even making the sun lose its color.

The god of angels has come to this world since then.

"Crack..."

In this silver light space, there seem to be more cracks.

Golden and blue swords stand on both sides.Lu Xingmu sat on the ground—no, that couldn't be called the ground.A golden flame burned at his fingertips.Like brilliant blonde hair.

The dazzling golden light suddenly lit up, covering almost all the silver light, and even the darkness of the cracks were illuminated by the golden light.

Lu Xingmu still looked at everything in front of him quietly.

The powerful golden light devoured everything like a flame, but gently caressed the young man's snow-white clothes.

Gentle as a kiss from that person's soul.

He closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: the countdown to the end (?′ω`?)

It's not golden light, it's golden light, it makes me almost blind_(:з」∠)_