Douluo's Shura Angel

Chapter 323 The Holy Monarch
The abyss kings led the abyss army behind them to retreat, and part of the abyss army that had bypassed the human territory was directly abandoned by them.

They can't stop Qian Daoliu's recovery, because they can't break through Luo Qing's defense line. No abyss king is willing to use his life to fight for that chance, and no abyss king is willing to use his life to test Luo Qing's limit.

Anyway, for these kings of the abyss, they just have to wait a little longer. What they lack is never time.

They have the Abyss Sage Monarch and the Crimson Mother, and they must be able to occupy this place and transform it into the territory of the Abyss.

At most one more month, Shengjun will be able to resist the crazy counterattack of Douluo Dalu, and he will come for a short time.

Now, they just need to wait and preserve their existing strength.

Looking at the abyssal army retreating like a tide, the cold-faced Luo Qing secretly heaved a sigh of relief, looking at the phantom of the angel behind him that was about to turn into reality, a trace of fatigue appeared in his eyes.

Quietly waiting for the angel phantom to turn into reality, turning into warm light spots all over the sky and melting into the bottom like a funnel.

A quarter of an hour passed, without any vision, and no divine power swept across the world.

It's just that a middle-aged man drifting out of the world quietly walked out, strolled in front of Luo Qing, a certain expression became richer, and he patted Luo Qing's shoulder with his palm, and a divine power helped Luo Qing recover his body.

Without exchanging pleasantries or words, Qian Daoliu took Luo Qing back to Wuhun City in an instant by relying on the positioning of the statue of the god of angels. go.

After that, there was the statue of the god of angels with holy light; after that, there were the residents of Wuhun City who knelt down and prayed devoutly after seeing a miracle.

On that day, the great priest of Wuhun Palace walked out of Wuhun City. The ten spirit rings behind him were so eye-catching, and his brilliance made people so warm in this desperate world. The angelic holy sword swung out was so firm that it strangled the invading abyssal creatures.

On that day, all the surviving humans and spirit beasts saw the living God of Angels!
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All the surviving people are rushing towards the imperial capitals of the two empires and the towns behind them. Qian Daoliu's attack gave them great confidence, but they cannot deny that the other party was indeed seriously injured by the enemy's gods. up.

If possible, no one wants to stick to this place, but they have long been unable to retreat. Behind them is the last pure land of human beings, their last homeland, and their last bottom line.

The imperial capitals of the two empires have long since lost the existence of ordinary people, and all that remains are the various armies, major forces and wild soul masters who came when the empire was in crisis.

The atmosphere was very dignified, and all the people left didn't have much verbal communication. They were all cleaning their weapons, stepped up their strength meditation, and improved every bit of strength that could be improved.

If it wasn't for the lack of time, all the military power and soul master power of the two empires wanted to gather together.

It's just that time really waits for no one, and the little time they have left is simply unable to support the unification of the human camp's combat power.

As a last resort, we can only disperse the already weak human forces and prepare for battle separately.

Luo Qing is still recovering from his injuries in retreat, and the only remaining intact true god is in the front line where Luo Qing was at the beginning.

Once the war starts, at least Qian Daoliu can control the aftermath of their level of battle within a controllable range, so as not to make the already weak human camp worse.

There is nothing to say, and there is no need to say anything, the entire continent is filled with panic and a touch of despair.

Fortunately, after the initial catharsis, most people became calm and sober, and those who were not calm and sober could only say sorry.

Too many materials and strategic resources are being transported to the imperial capitals of the two empires, and it is necessary to ensure that everyone who is holding on to the last barrier feels at ease.

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At the front line, Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged in the void, looking at the gray mist-infested sky in front of him, a little lost in thought, his eyes that had turned into golden eyes were a little blurred, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In Luo Qing's closed room, the thick and crystal-clear blood barrier trembled, but quickly returned to calm.

The delicate face of Qian Renxue, who was receiving the final inheritance and was far away in the mysterious space, was sleeping, her eyelashes trembling slightly like a cattail fan. As the trembling frequency increased, the girl's eyelids trembled, but slowly. Slowly returned to calm.

Thinking about it, the girl will wake up soon too.

In the mysterious space, sitting cross-legged in front of the statue of the God of Destruction, Bibi Dong, whose whole body was filled with radiance of destruction, absorbed energy at a much faster speed.

Hu Liena, who was about to enter the inheritance space just now, her beautiful eyes were full of self-blame for herself.

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The whole continent fell silent, there was no final carnival that was before the catastrophe, and there was not much ugliness in human nature. They were all doing their own things, doing the usual ordinary things.

Even the innocent child became depressed that day, no longer active and active, sitting on the steps of his own house, looking at the gray sky.

"Step! Step! Step!" The abyssal creatures standing in front of the space rift heard the steady footsteps and felt the innate suppression from the soul. They all spontaneously and respectfully offered their highest respect and waited for their return. The coming of the Holy King.

The first thing that wanted to step out of the spatial rift was a foot, but before it landed, it encountered the crazy resistance and suppression of Douluo Continent consciousness.

The seven-colored divine light hinders the coming of the abyss sage, and the seven-colored divine light has a tendency to transform into a nine-colored divine light.

"Hmph!" A faint snort of disdain came, and the foot that was imprisoned by the seven-colored divine light broke through and stepped firmly on the ground of Douluo Continent.

The crazy counterattack of Douluo Dalu's consciousness lasted only one day before failing and retreating, and the abyss sage also showed his true body for the first time.

Crystal clear white hair, fair face, handsome appearance, a pair of black eyes without white eyeballs, just as deep as an abyss.

With slender fingers, a black robe covers the whole body, the wide shoulder collar spreads to the sides, and a huge black cloak spreads behind him, but it seems endless.

He was holding a strange halberd in his hand, which looked like Fang Tianji on a painting pole. The whole body was blue-purple, with strange textures on it, and each texture seemed to contain a very strange luster, dense and dense, like The scales of the halberd.

With the appearance of the abyss sage, the abyss kings who retreated one after another in the subsequent space rift came here again.

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PS: It's almost over. Due to tomorrow's exam, tomorrow's update will be pushed to the evening.

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