Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 3 - Divine Equipment

After laughing for a while, Qian Renxue's eyes shimmered with peace. She raised her hand and stroked her holy angel sword, murmuring: "They are ignorant and hate me, and I don't love them either, but ignorance... sin Not to die! They deserve to be redeemed!"

"I will use the fire of the sun to wash away the sins of the world!"

"But... evil is everywhere, we need to use the fire that burns the world to burn everything." Qian Renxue felt the energy in her body filled with the will of the plane with cold eyes, and her soul became solidified. Question: "Shouldn't I just start fighting from a soul body?"

"Don't worry, the physical matter is easy to solve. You just need to extract your blood from your divine outfit."

Soon, under the guidance of the will of the plane, Qian Renxue's coffin slowly emitted a dazzling golden light, the light was very strong, but not dazzling.

They seem to be countless golden light beams as thin as toothpicks, escaping from the cracks in the coffin.

Lifting the stone cover of the coffin, six nearly shattered golden soul bones merged and converged under the light, gradually revealing the outline of a human figure about six years old.

"Why is it my six-year-old appearance?" Qian Renxue asked puzzledly, frowning her pretty brows.

"..."

Plane Will was stunned for a while, and then explained: "Because you awakened your martial soul at the age of six! Going forward, you will not have a martial soul to maintain yourself!"

"Okay! You're right." Qian Renxue pursed her lips in embarrassment, raised her legs and stepped into her coffin, trying her best to stuff her soul into her body.

Here, Qian Renxue worked hard to let her soul merge into her new body, and the purple light in the coffin on the other side was dimly lit, and there was an empty murmur from inside the coffin.

The will of the plane understood, lifted the lid of the coffin on the other side, and a broken purple spirit body walked slowly out of the coffin under the sacred light.

"This aura...is it Xue'er?" The broken purple spirit looked up at the coffin shrouded in golden light. Even though the strong light aura kept hurting her spirit, she still stared at the golden light in trance. .

"Yes, Rakshasa God, that is the reborn angel god, your daughter is back.", Plane Will kindly reminded.

Not long after, the golden figure in the coffin gradually became solid, and its face became clearer.

Gradually, an angelic little girl with short golden hair and a rosy face appeared in front of Bibi Dong's spirit body.

"Mom, is it you! I'm Xue'er!"

Seeing her mother, Qian Renxue rushed towards her with tears in her eyes. When Qian Renxue embraced Bibi Dong's spirit body with both hands, Bibi Dong's spirit body remained motionless, and a daze flashed in her empty eyes.

For a moment, she didn't know whether she should cry bitterly holding Qian Renxue or laugh holding Qian Renxue.

"God Rakshasa, you don't have much time!" Plane Will reminded him in a low voice.

"I know." Bibi Dong murmured. She ignored the urging of the plane's will and just hugged her lost daughter tightly. Her heart was full of guilt and reluctance. She put her hand on Qian Renxue's. On the shoulder, telling the yearning of these years and the apology of the year.

Until her hand limply fell from Qian Renxue's shoulder, the spirit body began to dissipate slowly.

"Mom, you... plane will, what should I do?" Qian Renxue turned to look at the plane will and asked: "Tell me!"

"You know, she is hopeless, she was severely wounded to death by God Shura back then, but... you can ask God Rakshasa to find a new owner!"

Hearing this, Qian Renxue's face froze, and she murmured: "Really?"

After speaking, Plane Will took out the set of Rakshasa costumes from Bibi Dong's coffin, placed them neatly in front of Qian Renxue, and said softly: "Angel God, I'm sorry, what you have to do now is to use your The blood from your mother lifted the restrictions on the position of Rakshasa."

"..., I understand." Qian Renxue stood up with difficulty, but fell to the ground again. She picked up the purple spirit body on the ground and sat cross-legged, no longer resisting, letting the spirit that was completely contrary to her The purple spirit can invade its own spirit body.

With spiritual energy entering her body, Qian Renxue's body was shaken violently, and was lifted up from the ground by a burst of purple light. They were originally mother and daughter, so they naturally had no resistance when they fused together, and the Rakshasa costume on the ground also emitted light at the same time. Bright dark light.

It began to attach downwards from Qian Renxue's head, and when the divine attire attached to Qian Renxue's forehead, the golden angel headband trembled violently

Qian Renxue only felt as if something had penetrated the center of her eyebrows.

That sharp and sharp existence pierced through her skin and muscles, and finally ruthlessly embedded into her sea of ​​consciousness.

The pain from the brain being pierced by the steel needle made Qian Renxue's teeth clenched in an instant, and even the corners of her mouth were oozing red.

At this moment, a purple-golden light suddenly lit up between Qian Renxue's eyebrows, and the soft purple-golden light instantly covered her head, calming Qian Renxue's spiritual sea again.

Qian Renxue knew that this was her mother's hand, taking this opportunity to gently comfort her suffering soul.

But what is surprising is that when the pain on Qian Renxue's body was completely eliminated, the Rakshasa Divine Armor also separated directly from Qian Renxue's body and fell to the ground.

"Planar will, what's going on?" Qian Renxue panicked and picked up the Rakshasa costume scattered on the ground, and asked at a loss.

"The two gods, Angel and Rakshasa, are mutually exclusive. You have no chance of succeeding in absorbing them like this." Plane Will slowly explained, but Qian Renxue didn't buy it. She glared at Plane Will. , coldly said: "So..."

"I need to forge a body for him!"

After finishing speaking, the will of the plane did not wait for Qian Renxue's reaction, and cut Qian Renxue's arm with the simulated seven-colored spikes.

Bright red blood slowly flowed from the wound on Qian Renxue's wrist to the sharp edge of the colorful thorn.

Under Qian Renxue's gaze, her own blood was coerced by the will of the plane and dripped onto the Rakshasa costume.