Douluo: Simplify Cultivation, Holy Angel

Chapter 146 The Memory of Angel God
Qian Yuhan and Qian Renxue look very similar. They have a clear face, picturesque eyebrows, and long golden hair flowing down like a waterfall. They exude an elegant and noble temperament.

Looking at himself after reincarnation, Qian Yuhan's eyes flashed with strange colors, and he said softly: "Don't resist, you will know everything soon."

Qian Yuhan stretched out a slender finger and pointed at the center of Qian Renxue's eyebrows, and a ball of light with sacred attributes instantly entered Qian Renxue's mind.

The ball of light entered Qian Renxue's mind, instantly making his vision go blank and he could not see anything. Soon, various familiar scenes appeared in Qian Renxue's mind.

Qian Yuhan's memory fragments.

In an unknown simple village, dozens of strong men with weapons in their hands, led by the soul master, drove hundreds of people with fair faces to the center of the village.

Looking at the shambling old man, the young child learning to talk, the trembling young woman, and the dark-skinned mature man in the center of the village.

Markchi showed a gentle smile, waved to the strong men holding weapons, came to a muscular man with a big beard and said: "Have you ever seen a golden-haired female soul master, or an injured stranger?" A woman?"

"I haven't seen him before." When he saw Markchi, who was wearing a blood-red tights, approaching him, the muscular man's eyes widened and he opened his mouth slightly and replied.

"Well, that's good. I'll tell you how could it be such a coincidence? How could that witch Qian Yuhan come to this small village?"

The martial spirit mark on the little boy's right hand took shape, the blue thunder surrounding his body dissipated, and the hideous wounds on his body began to slowly heal.

"Lord Soul Master, why is this?"

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Xiao Yue'er, take Brother You back to the cellar first."

"Beautiful sister, what should you do? Can you still stand up?"

Feeling the power surging in his body, the little boy's eyes were bloodshot and he roared: "I want revenge!"

Rays of blue thunder appeared on the little boy's body, making a deafening thunder, like the roar of a god.

"You poor people are just like animals. Do you need a reason to kill you?"

Qian Yuhan, who looked haggard, staggered to the little boy and looked at the corpses of hundreds of villagers lying on the ground, feeling extremely disappointed.

The little girl held Qian Yuhan's white fingers and said anxiously.

If she hadn't been rescued by kind villagers, she would have died suddenly in the wilderness. Now she has just woken up, and she is indeed extremely weak.

The bearded man roared angrily, but the bloody flywheel controlled by Markchi struck again. The seriously injured bearded man could not escape.

"Let me loose."

"Since Qian Yuhan, that demon girl, is not here, then..."

At this time, a little girl who looked to be five or six years old also came out of the cellar. Seeing the little boy covered in blood, she shouted worriedly.

The bearded man tried his best to dodge, but one arm was cut off in an instant. His eyes were red, and he looked at Markchi who ordered the massacre of the villagers, and roared angrily.

Mark Qi pressed his palm down, and a bloody flywheel flew out. Dozens of strong men also waved their swords, killing innocent villagers in the center of the village, and blood spurted out.

But the blue thunder that enveloped the little boy's body was beyond his control, and even began to whip the little boy's body. The vitality of heaven and earth also rushed into the little boy's fragile body, and the delicate skin began to tear with bloody cracks. It hurt so much.

A little boy with blue hair who looked to be eight or nine years old emerged from the hidden cellar. Looking at the hundreds of corpses lying in the middle of the village, he let out hoarse cries, and these cries seemed to be some kind of call. .

Qian Yuhan gave a soft drink, then stretched out a slender finger and flicked it. The amber-like golden blood quickly rushed through the violent thunder, dripped on the little boy's eyebrows, and was absorbed instantly.

The blood on the ground has long dried up, and hundreds of corpses are scattered in the village. Those guys killed his relatives and he wants revenge!
The little boy's eyes were filled with endless hatred, and the grief in his heart made him almost faint. Under the violent emotional fluctuations.

Pulling himself together, Qian Yuhan said to the little girl next to him.

What about Qian Yuhan?
She was already seriously injured and lost a drop of essence and blood. She fell directly to the ground, and a wave of exhaustion swept through her body.

Markchi had already left with his men, and faint movements began to be heard in the originally silent village.

Qian Yuhan pulled his fingers out of the little girl's fingers and walked to the little boy with force. The blue thunder that protected her body made her even more embarrassed.

"Don't worry, your brother will be fine."

"Severe emotional fluctuations trigger the spontaneous awakening of the martial spirit. Looking at this posture, it is not only a mutated and powerful martial spirit, but also a dragon-like martial spirit with thunder and lightning attributes."

But the little boy had no energy to reply to the little girl. He could no longer control his body.

"Don't you need a reason?"

At this time, Qian Yuhan was only a seventy-seventh level soul saint, but he was besieged by a titled Douluo and a Digital Soul Douluo. Although he escaped from the siege, he was already at the end of his strength.

"Kill me!"

The next moment, the bloody flywheel in Mark Qi's hand rotated rapidly, and countless blood was quickly swallowed up by it, and the bodies of the dead villagers also quickly shriveled up, as if they had been dried by the wind.

"Beautiful sister, can you save my brother?"

Mark Qi breathed a sigh of relief, the soul power in his body surged, and a bloody flywheel appeared in his hand.

Soon, hundreds of people in the entire village were slaughtered. Markchi smiled and said to his men: "Brothers, with this mission of chasing down the demon Qian Yuhan, let's kill more of these animals to practice. "

Seeing the bearded man dodge his attack, Mark Qi felt a little embarrassed. He was a soul king, but he didn't kill the ordinary person in front of him instantly. It was really embarrassing.

Under the moonlight, hundreds of corpses lay twisted on the ground, and the dried blood dyed the land black.

There was not much soul power left in his body and his mental power was extremely exhausted. It was too difficult to help the little boy awaken the martial spirit safely. Qian Yuhan had no choice but to force out a drop of blood essence containing powerful sacred power to help the little boy awaken the martial spirit.

"Then it's because you are too weak and can only be prey, not hunters."

The image of a giant dragon vaguely appeared on the little boy's right hand, and his body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of scales. Attracted by the pattern on the little boy's right hand, the surrounding vitality quickly poured into the little boy's body and transformed into soul power.

The next moment, the bearded man's head flew high, and his body fell in a pool of blood unwillingly.

Xiao Yue'er looked at the pale Qian Yuhan and asked worriedly.

...The memory ends here.

The second memory fragment.

After an unknown period of time, Qian Yuhan has become extremely powerful and has destroyed countless powerful evil soul masters. On this day, Qian Yuhan will personally conquer the strongest Rakshasa King in the Douluo Continent.

Arriving at the agreed battlefield, Qian Yuhan took his Wuhun Palace belongings and waited for the Rakshasa King and the demon kings of Rakshasa Hell. The sky is covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, adding to the atmosphere of the upcoming battle.

Qian Yuhan was shining brightly, wearing a golden battle armor, with flawless white wings on his back, and holding a long sword burning with holy flames. Her eyes are firm and sacred, full of persistence for justice and aversion to evil. She is surrounded by nine powerful soul rings, all of which contain powerful soul skills, ready to be unleashed in battle.

The Rakshasa King is like the incarnation of darkness, with his whole body covered in black scales and a crown on his head, studded with black gems that swallow light. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, exuding a suffocating aura of fear and destruction. He held a huge purple-black scythe in his hand, and the blade was wrapped with the breath of death. Every time he swung it, it could tear apart the space and bring endless darkness and despair.

Artifact, Rakshasa Sickle.

"King Rakshasa, the light of justice has descended and the order of justice has been established. Let's capture him without mercy!"

"Little girl, history is cruel. It will not grant you a victory that falls from the sky just because you are a righteous party. Your strength is not enough to establish your so-called just order."

"No, I think I have the strength!"

The battle was about to break out, and Qian Yuhan took the lead in launching the attack. She brandished the Holy Angel Sword, and the tip of the sword gathered bright light, turning into an arrow of light and heading straight towards the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King sneered, waved the purple-black sickle, and released a storm of darkness, which collided with the arrows of light, triggering a big explosion of light and darkness.

Afterwards, the two powerful men collided in the air like two shooting stars, and every encounter between them was accompanied by thunderous roars and brilliant lights.

Qian Yuhan's swordsmanship is fair and upright, and every sword is filled with the sacred power of judging evil.

The Rakshasa King's sickle is cunning and vicious, with every swing carrying the threat of death.

Both of them are the top masters in Douluo Continent. After countless life and death fights, their fighting skills have reached an advanced level and they are indistinguishable.

In terms of attributes, Qian Yuhan, who possesses divine attributes, is undoubtedly the Rakshasa King who can restrain evil attributes; and in terms of soul power, the Rakshasa King is a level 99 ultimate Douluo, which is higher than Qian Yuhan, who has peak level 98 soul power; In terms of soul rings, the Rakshasa King has received the inheritance from the Rakshasa God. The soul rings are terrifying black, black, black, black, black, black, black, and red, which are also more powerful than Qian Yuhan's yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and red configurations; there are also weapons. On the other hand, the Rakshasa King uses the divine weapon Rakshasa Demon Scythe. Although it cannot exert its full strength, it is still better than the Angel Holy Sword in Qian Yuhan's hand.

Except that his martial soul attributes were better than those of the Rakshasa King, Qian Yuhan seemed to be at a disadvantage in every aspect.

However, the battle lasted for a long time, and Qian Yuhan did not lose at all, showing a strength that far exceeded that of a ninety-eighth-level titled Douluo.

Qian Yuhan's sword dance became faster and faster, forming whirlpools of light, trying to strangle the Rakshasa King into pieces.

The Rakshasa King kept waving the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, and with the help of the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, he dealt with Qian Yuhan's attack with a solemn expression.

He admitted that Qian Yuhan seemed to be much stronger than he thought.

"Qian Yuhan, I didn't expect that you could mobilize the power of faith just after level 98. I really underestimate you."

King Rakshasa saw Qian Yuhan's aura getting stronger and stronger, almost breaking through the ninety-ninth level. He instantly understood Qian Yuhan's plan and couldn't help but take a breath.

Qian Yuhan will use the pressure of fighting him to break through to the ninety-ninth level of Ultimate Douluo!
"I won't give you a chance anymore. If I really let you break through to level ninety-nine, I'm afraid I really won't be your match."

King Rakshasa's face became solemn. With the help of the power of faith, Qian Yuhan was indeed powerful and could not be defeated at all, let alone killed. But he, Rakshasa, could temporarily use the power of Rakshasa God!
After all, he, the Rakshasa King, is the great worshiper of the Rakshasa God.

"The ninety-ninth level Ultimate Douluo is much more powerful than I imagined. I originally thought I could defeat you, Rakshasa King."

Seeing the Rakshasa King accumulating power, Qian Yuhan also pushed her soul power to the limit. The light of the sun actually stopped at this moment, only shining on her angel holy sword, and the terrifying power of the sun rose instantly. , causing Qian Yuhan's whole body to be covered with a layer of red-gold light.

In the end, Qian Yuhan and Rakshasa King launched the strongest blow at the same time.

Qian Yuhan's angel holy sword turned into a blazing fireball, soared into the sky, and then slowly fell down.

"The sun is so hot!"

When the sun's rays hurt people's eyes, the area within a kilometer radius turned into a vast expanse of white.

Nothing at all.

It was just white so bright that an ordinary person would go blind just by looking at it.

That's when the entire body is illuminated with transparent white.

In this absolute white, some faint shadows gradually disappear.

It was a burned-out building.

Those were burned trees.

It was a coast burned by absolute heat.

Nothing remains in this absolute flame.

When the white light disappeared, there was no life within a thousand meters of the True Sun Fire.

Light is not only life, but also destruction!

However, as if with divine help, the Rakshasa King's aura increased again, as if he had broken through the shackles of the ninety-ninth level and became a true god.

Countless magic patterns on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe lit up, emitting a strange light, and black aura flowed out like little flying snakes, converging into a huge black abyss.

"Abyss of Death!"

The boundless and terrifying suction, the extremely terrifying aura, can completely shatter even sunlight!
Like an inescapable black hole, countless vitality of heaven and earth was quickly swallowed up.

Like the deepest trench under the sea, not even a trace of light can reach it.

Like the end of life, even the soul will be harvested.

The two met in the air, triggering an unprecedented explosion, and the entire Douluo Continent seemed to tremble at this moment.

When the light and darkness dissipated, both Qian Yuhan and Rakshasa King were exhausted, but their eyes were still firm and they faced each other.

"Not only did my full blow not kill you, it actually allowed you to break through to Ultimate Douluo."

After a long time, watching Qian Yuhan break through to level ninety-nine, the Rakshasa King sighed, and suddenly seemed to have aged dozens of years, helplessly giving orders to the Demon King who was fighting the elders of Wuhun Hall.

"retreat!"

"It's not that easy to leave!"

A blue-haired middle-aged man used his martial soul avatar to transform into a blue electric Tyrannosaurus Rex. He used terrifying thunder and lightning attacks to block the demon king who wanted to retreat.

(End of this chapter)