Douluo's Shura Angel

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 the recovery of Qiandaoliu 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 them, the kings of the abyss, the most they can do is wait a little longer. What they lack is never time.

They have the Saint King of the Abyss and the Crimson Mother. They will definitely be able to occupy this place and transform it into the territory of the Abyss.

In at most one month, the Holy Lord will be able to withstand Douluo Continent's crazy counterattack, and he will come briefly.

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

Looking at the abyss army retreating like a tide, the cold-faced Luo Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the angel shadow behind him that was about to turn into reality, with a trace of exhaustion in his eyes.

Quietly waiting for the angel's shadow to turn into reality, turning into warm light spots all over the sky and blending into the bottom like a funnel.

A quarter of an hour passed, and no vision occurred, and no divine power swept across the world.

Just a middle-aged man who was out of the world walked out quietly, walked up to Luo Qing in the void, his expression became richer, and he patted Luo Qing's shoulder with his palm, and a divine power helped Luo Qing recover his body.

Without greetings or words, Qiandaoliu took Luo Qing back to Wuhun City with the help of the position of the God of Angels statue. After arranging the other party to heal here, Qiandaoliu walked step by step toward the war-torn world. Go.

After that, there was the statue of the God of Angels with the holy light reaching into the sky; after that, there were the residents of Wuhun City who spontaneously knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly after seeing the miracle coming.

That day, the great priest of Wuhun Palace walked out of Wuhun City. The ten soul rings behind him were so eye-catching, and his brilliance made people feel so warm in this world filled with despair. In his hands The angelic holy sword that was slashed out was so firm that it strangled the invading abyss creatures.

That day, all the surviving humans and soul beasts saw the living angel god!

. . .

All the survivors were rushing towards the imperial capitals of the two empires and the towns behind them. Qian Daoliu's attack gave them great confidence, but they could not deny that the other party was seriously injured by the enemy's god. .

If possible, no one wants to stick here, but they have already reached the point of no retreat. Behind them is the last pure land of mankind, their last home, and their last bottom line.

There are no ordinary people in the imperial capitals of the two empires. What remains are the various armies, the major forces and wild soul masters who came when the empire was in crisis.

The atmosphere was very solemn, and all the people left behind did not have much verbal communication. They were all wiping their weapons, intensifying their strength meditation, and improving every bit of their strength that could be improved.

If it weren't for lack of time, all the military and soul master powers of the two empires would want to be concentrated together.

However, time really waits for no one, and the little time they have left cannot 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 war separately.

Luo Qing is still recovering from his injuries in seclusion, and the only remaining intact True God remains on the front line where Luo Qing was at the beginning.

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

There was nothing more to say, and no need to say anything more. The entire continent was filled with panic and a touch of despair.

Gu</span> Fortunately, after the initial venting, most people calmed down and sobered up. Those who didn't could only say sorry.

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

. . .

At the front line, Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged in the void, looking at the gray mist-infested sky in front of him, slightly 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 the secret room where Luo Qing was retreating, the thick and crystal blood-colored barrier trembled, but quickly returned to calm.

The sleeping beauty of Qian Renxue, who was far away in the mysterious space, was receiving the final inheritance. Her eyelashes like cattail leaf trembled slightly. As the frequency of trembling increased, the girl's eyelids trembled for a moment, but then slowly. Slowly calmed down.

Thinking about it, the girl will wake up soon.

In the mysterious space, sitting cross-legged in front of the statue of the God of Destruction, Bibi Dong's body was filled with the glory of destruction, and her speed of absorbing energy suddenly accelerated a lot.

Hu Liena, who had just entered the inheritance space, her beautiful eyes were filled with self-blame for herself.

. . .

The entire continent fell silent. There was no last carnival before the disaster, and there was not much ugliness in human nature. They were all doing their own things, doing ordinary and ordinary things.

Even the innocent child became depressed that day. He was no longer as active as before. He sat on the steps of his home and looked at the gray sky.

"Tap! Tread! Tread!" The abyssal creatures guarding in front of the space rift heard the steady footsteps and felt the innate suppression from their souls. They all spontaneously and respectfully offered their highest respect, waiting for them. The coming of the Holy King.

The first thing that wanted to step out of the space rift was one foot, but before it could land, it encountered the crazy resistance and suppression of Douluo Continent's consciousness.

The seven-colored divine light hinders the arrival of the Holy Lord of the Abyss, and the seven-colored divine light has a tendency to transform into nine colors.

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

The crazy counterattack of the consciousness of Douluo Continent only lasted for one day before it failed and retreated. The Holy Lord of the Abyss also revealed his true identity for the first time.

He has crystal clear white hair, fair face, handsome appearance, and a pair of black eyes without white eyes, but 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 a square halberd with a painting pole. It was blue-purple in color and had strange textures on it. Each texture seemed to contain a very strange luster, which was as fine and dense as Halberd scales.

With the appearance of the Holy Lord of the Abyss, the Abyss King who retreated one after another in the space rifts behind 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.