Douluo: Blind Douluo.

"Qian Daoliu, you!" Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu in shock and anger.

Qian Daoliu said coldly: "I'm sorry, although what I did may be a bit unfair, even like a villain."

"But for the sake of Spirit Hall, I cannot let you leave today."

"Of course, as Xiaoxue's mother, as long as you give up your cultivation, I can let you live, but Lin Yongming must die tonight."

Bibi Dong summoned her martial spirit and said coldly, "Impossible! Do you really think that you can defeat us with just Qian Dao Liu?"

Qian Daoliu shook his head disdainfully: "Humph, now that things have come to this, with your current mental strength, you can still exert some of your own strength."

"Then I'll have no choice but to kill you too. I'll tell Xiaoxue that you were killed by Lin Yongming."

A huge golden shadow wrapped around Qian Daoliu's body. It was an angel phantom that looked exactly like Qian Daoliu himself. At the same time, the six wings behind the angel phantom trembled, and countless golden feathers flew out, like small swords, shooting at Bibi Dong from all directions.

It was Qian Daoliu's eighth soul skill, Angel Light Feather.

"Then you come and try to see how much strength I have left, the eighth soul skill!" Bibi Dong said calmly.

Rumble!
Before Bibi Dong could make a move, several bolts of lightning dispersed Qian Daoliu's attack.

Lin Yongming, with his eyes closed, held a spear in his hand and hung in the air between the two of them.

"Qian Daoliu, listen to me. This will be good for both you and me." Lin Yongming said to Qian Daoliu very calmly.

"Oh! Do you have any last words?" Qian Daoliu asked curiously.

"Don't you want to know who is the instigator of all this, why Qianxunji suddenly attacked me, and why he ignored the relationship between master and disciple and wanted to be stronger than Bibi Dong." Lin Yongming continued.

“You don’t want to tell me that all this was done by the Rakshasa divine consciousness, right?” Qian Daoliu said disdainfully.

"That's right, everything is the thoughts of Rakshasa." Lin Yongming sighed.

"You also saw that Dong'er was controlled by Luosha not long ago." Lin Yongming shook his head helplessly.

"Just now, I destroyed the Rakshasa's divine consciousness and absorbed its memory. All of this has to be experienced since the end of our All-Continental Elite Competition."

"During the three years of training, the three of us once chased a fallen person to an entrance of the Slaughter City. It was at that time that Rakshasa's divine consciousness discovered Bibi Dong's existence and found that her talents and attributes were suitable for her position as a god."

"Since then, Rakshasa's divine consciousness has followed us back to the Spirit Hall and formulated a series of plans."

"Qianxunji failed on the Sea God Island, and his mind was gradually disturbed by the Rakshasa's divine thoughts. You also know what happened afterwards."

Lin Yongming explained the situation to Qian Daoliu simply and clearly.

Because Lin Yongming unconsciously absorbed the memories left behind after the demise of Rakshasa's divine consciousness.

"Hmph, how should I know if you made these words up to excuse yourself?" Qian Daoliu replied unmoved.

"Moreover, she is the remnant of a god. Why would she do something that is disadvantageous to herself? Isn't she afraid that if Bibi Dong finds out in the future, she will simply refuse to accept the throne of god, which will be the biggest loss, right?" Qian Daoliu asked in return.

"That's why Rakshasa Divine Mind needs to make a plan, a plan that it thinks is perfect."

“Qian Daoliu, as the guardian of the Angel God, you should know what kind of god the Rakshasa God is.”

"Rakshasa is an evil god who possesses the most evil power. Ordinary people cannot withstand this power. Therefore, in order to ensure that Bibi Dong accepts his position as a god, Rakshasa formulated a plan to cultivate Bibi Dong's resentment, hoping that Bibi Dong can withstand his most evil power."

"So, we are all being used by Rakshasa's divine thoughts."

Lin Yongming answered Qian Daoliu's questions slowly and carefully.

When Qian Daoliu heard Lin Yongming's explanation, his expression calmed down and his eyes flickered.

"Is it really as he said, that we are all just victims of Rakshasa's divine thoughts?" Qian Daoliu thought hesitantly.

Although Lin Yongming couldn't see, he could feel that Qian Daoliu's emotions and breath were very stable at this moment.

"To destroy the Rakshasa divine consciousness, I have consumed too much of my energy, and the same is true for Dong'er. Now there is absolutely no guarantee that we can defeat Qian Daoliu."

"Besides, I haven't felt such a dark world in a long time."

"It's really dark, darker than before." Lin Yongming felt the absolute darkness that he had not felt for a long time, and felt inexplicably familiar.

There was a sudden silence among Lin Yongming, Bibi Dong, and Qian Daoliu, and even their presence was barely noticeable.

"Ah!" At this time, a scream broke the balance between the three people.

Dugu Bo was attacked by Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo, and his entire body and martial soul were blasted into the mountain.

"Old poisonous creature, today is the day you die. Being buried in such a beautiful place will not disgrace your title of Titled Douluo." Ju Douluo said to Dugu Bo with contempt in his unique voice.

After saying that, he aimed the golden knife in his hand at Dugu Bo's heart and flew past.

As expected, the immobile Dugu Bo was unable to withstand Ju Douluo's attack.

However, as Ju Douluo was expecting, a bolt of lightning struck down Ju Douluo's flying knife.

Ju Douluo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look up at Lin Yongming.

Lin Yongming threw the spear and the Jiuxiao Xuanlei Spear was inserted in front of Ju Douluo and others.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!" Lin Yongming said coldly.

Under the pressure of Lin Yongming's powerful aura, Ju Douluo and others could not help but step back a few steps.

Then he came to Dugu Bo and helped him up: "Old Poison, are you okay?"

"Ahem. I'm not going to die yet. What's going on up there?" Dugu Bo coughed twice and waved his hands quickly.

"Things are a bit complicated. Let's talk about it in detail once we are safe." Lin Yongming said quickly.

"Ha ha!"

At this moment, Qian Daoliu in the sky burst into laughter.

“Lin Yongming, defeat me and I will believe you. Otherwise, I will stay here forever.”

"Angels are coming!" After saying that, golden ripples appeared around Qian Daoliu, gradually forming a golden area, with a huge angel Shenxu standing in the center.

"Damn it, he's so stubborn." Lin Yongming's face darkened.

Because Qian Daoliu directly released the angel field, it was obvious that Qian Daoliu was serious.

"Dong'er, you have consumed too much of your energy. Poison Douluo and Tang Hao won't be able to hold on for long. You go and help them, and I will deal with Qian Daoliu." Lin Yongming came back to Bibi Dong and said seriously.

"Okay!" Bibi Dong looked at the situation of Dugu Bo and Tang Hao at the bottom of the valley, and had no choice but to nod and say, "Be careful, Qian Daoliu is very strong."

"Yes, I will." Lin Yongming promised.

Bibi Dong hurried to Dugu Bo.

Lin Yongming confronted Qian Daoliu seriously.

"Attack with all your strength. I know you still have some strength left. It's been a long time since I faced a soul master like you." Qian Daoliu pointed his sword at Lin Yongming and said coldly.

"That's as you wish, Thundergod!" Lin Yongming responded and took the lead in launching the attack.

Accompanied by an area filled with thunder.

"You're just in time." Qian Daoliu responded.

bang~
Waves of soul power surged, bursting out from the collision between the two.

Suddenly, there was a tearing sound that resounded through heaven and earth, as if it would spread throughout the entire continent.

"What's going on!" Lin Yongming and Qian Daoliu looked up at the sky at the same time.

Without any warning, the pitch-black night sky seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, leaving a purple-black crack tens of thousands of feet long.

In the middle of the huge crack, a purple-black vortex appeared in the air. As it spun faster and faster, a man holding a sickle walked out of it. (End of this chapter)