Douluo: Simplify Cultivation, Holy Angel

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.

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

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.

"Let me loose."

"The sun is so hot!"

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.

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

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.

"retreat!"

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

The second memory fragment.

Artifact, Rakshasa Sickle.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

In this absolute white, some faint shadows gradually disappear.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

It was a coast burned by absolute heat.

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.

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.