harleyscars Chapter 6, Two-Winged Holy Angel! The word "Snow" is so well chosen! The venomous Bibi Don
Chapter 6, Two-Winged Holy Angel! The word "Snow" is so well chosen! The venomous Bibi Don
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, gripping the edge of the bathtub tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning from white to blue and then red.
"No, what's a little pain?"
"Endure it."
"I know I can pull through!"
"We absolutely cannot waste this precious opportunity!"
Everything that happened in the years since my soul power disappeared flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.
From a pampered darling of the world to being surrounded by countless questioning gazes,
Even the last vestige of her kinship eventually turned into cold indifference.
She didn't want to go through it a second time.
She wants to become strong.
She was so powerful that no one could take away what belonged to her anymore.
The cold shoulders and indifference she had endured over the years had made her see a fact clearly.
Power and status are all fleeting.
Only by becoming strong can one establish oneself in the world.
Qian Renxue trembled all over, sweat pouring down her face.
Behind it, three pairs of wings slowly unfolded.
The phantom of a six-winged angel emerged from her body and then enveloped her entirely.
This six-winged angel martial soul has not changed in appearance compared to a few years ago.
However, its spiritual radiance was noticeably weaker.
But at this moment,
As the spiritual liquid continued to flow into the bathtub...
That radiance is gradually returning, growing brighter and more dazzling.
At the same time, countless light-attribute elements gathered like fireflies around the bathroom and outside the room, twinkling and merging into the Angel Martial Soul's body.
Two orbs of light slowly emerged from behind the six-winged angel.
It's like something is being conceived.
But just then—
Qian Renxue can't hold on any longer!
The blue-gold elixir in the bathtub had become thin and almost transparent, its medicinal power about to be exhausted!
She also realized the situation at that moment.
The feeling of being so close yet unable to take that step left her feeling both resentful and desperate.
But my body was no longer under my control.
A loud boom went through my mind, like something had collapsed or shattered...
Everything went black.
She fainted immediately, her body slumped limply against the edge of the bathtub.
"Sigh, this girl, really..."
A helpless sigh rang out, and Ling Xiao appeared gracefully in the bathroom.
Qian Renxue, who had already lost consciousness, shook her head.
"If you hadn't dawdled and wasted so much of the medicine, we might have succeeded in one go!"
Then he reached out and helped Qian Renxue, who was lying on the edge of the bathtub, to sit up straight.
have to say.
Snow, what a wonderful word to choose...
With such a simple movement, the white light almost blinded Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao quickly recited the Diamond Sutra and the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in his mind... only then did he calm his mind!
Then I sat cross-legged behind her, placing my hands against her smooth back.
A surge of extremely pure energy instantly flowed into Qian Renxue's body.
They began to heal the wounds caused by the failed martial spirit breakthrough.
Immediately afterwards, his powerful soul force spread out like an invisible net.
They captured and gathered back the energy that was about to dissipate, one strand at a time.
It was poured into that six-winged angel martial soul without reservation.
For an instant.
The angelic martial spirit shone brightly!
The pure white divine light ignored all obstacles, penetrating the bathroom, the walls, and the roof, soaring into the sky.
Like a small sun that suddenly rises, it shines on the entire Wuhun City!
"Oh my god! What happened?"
"Is this... an angelic manifestation?"
"This power... my old injuries are healed!"
Inside Wuhun City,
All the Soul Masters saw the Spirit Mountain.
An angel statue formed from countless elements of light.
It is as tall as the Papal Palace, its entire body radiating light and holy brilliance.
Countless people were bathed in that sacred and warm power.
The chronic illness and old wounds quietly healed.
It felt as if even my soul had been cleansed, and I felt lighter and more ethereal.
The elders of the Spirit Hall were also startled by the earth-shattering commotion and rushed out of the hall.
They stared in disbelief at the angel statue.
What they felt was far more profound and clearer than what ordinary Soul Masters experienced.
The oppressive feeling emanating from the depths of their souls made their martial spirits tremble.
I can't help but want to kneel down and prostrate myself in worship.
That's a hierarchy suppression from the depths of the soul!
"Is that the High Priest... using a soul skill?"
Ghost Leopard Douluo's voice trembled slightly. The first person he could think of who could produce such power was Qian Daoliu, who also possessed the Angel Martial Soul.
"No, that's not the direction of the main hall!"
Lingyuan Douluo's cherry-like mouth could now fit a goose egg, and her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.
"And that wasn't a six-winged angel...it was a twelve-winged one!"
"A twelve-winged angel!"
She wondered if she was seeing things, so she counted them again carefully.
That's right, it's twelve-winged.
But how is that possible?
There is no record of the existence of twelve-winged angels in ancient texts; even the angel god himself only has three pairs of wings.
What exactly is going on?
Inside the offering hall.
Qian Daoliu, Jin E Douluo, and other enshrined figures also sensed this astonishing commotion immediately.
The angel statues inside the hall also emitted a faint golden glow, subtly resonating with the twelve-winged angel phantom on Mount Wuhun.
"What's going on? Is it an angel descending from heaven? Or is there some divine revelation?"
The first thing that came to mind for Golden Crocodile Douluo was the appearance of the Angel God.
After all, such a big commotion could only happen to Qian Daoliu, who was both a Limit Douluo and possessed the same Angelic Martial Soul.
There wasn't a second person like him in the entire Spirit Hall.
As for the Qian family, they don't even have a single Title Douluo yet, which is even more impossible!
"No, it shouldn't be an angel god..."
Qian Daoliu's voice trembled with a rare hint of surprise.
"It's a martial spirit!"
"I felt a response from the Angelic Martial Soul."
He pressed his hand to his chest.
He felt an unprecedented surge of energy emanating from the Angelic Martial Soul within his body.
"Angelic Martial Soul?"
"So what exactly happened?"
This left the worshippers even more confused.
Qian Daoliu looked into the distance and vaguely sensed that the commotion was coming from the area between the Papal Palace and the Martial Soul Academy.
That location was the area where his granddaughter, Qian Renxue, lived.
He had a bold guess in his mind.
"A twelve-winged angel".
"An unusual phenomenon that has never been recorded before..."
"Minor Snow?"
"Is that Xiaoxue?"
He wasn't sure.
But just thinking about this possibility made him so excited that his whole body tensed up, and he was extremely nervous and uneasy.
They didn't even have time to attend to the other offerings.
He charged headlong in that direction.
And at this very moment.
The first among them to identify the source of this strange phenomenon was neither the elders nor Qian Daoliu.
It was Bibi Dong!
At this moment, she was standing on the corridor not far from Qian Renxue's residence.
She was carrying an exquisite gift box containing the purple dress she had carefully chosen that afternoon.
She originally thought,
Qian Renxue suffered a setback at Qian Daoliu's hands today, and she must be in a terrible mood right now.
Then I composed myself and...
As if possessed, I walked over, intending to hand the clothes to her.
Then I sensed that aura—
The aura was powerful, and it filled her entire being, her martial spirit, and even her very soul with utter disgust and trembling.
It rose suddenly.
Then it transformed into the twelve-winged angel statue.
The smile on her face instantly turned into a twisted expression of resentment.
"A bastard is a bastard, and never deserves pity!"
A deep purple soul force, carrying a gloomy and destructive aura, suddenly exploded from her body.
The exquisite gift box in his hand couldn't even withstand a moment's resistance; it instantly turned to ashes under the impact of the soul power.
She glared fiercely at the attic in front of her, barely suppressing the urge to smash it to pieces.
He turned around and left without looking back towards the Papal Palace!
She left in less than a moment.
The twelve-winged angel's light and shadow above Wuhun Mountain suddenly transformed into a golden beam of light, which then converged into the pavilion behind it.
The strange phenomenon that had enveloped the entire city vanished in an instant.
That beam of light, like a beacon suddenly illuminating the darkness, guided Qian Daoliu and the others.
"Minor Snow!"
"That's right, that's where Xiaoxue lives!"
Qian Daoliu disregarded everything else and swooped down like a meteor, with several retainers following closely behind.