Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

Chapter 256 Only Dao was ordinary at that time

The morning light spread flat on the long steps, and the crystal windows scattered the sunlight. There were hymns singing in the glorious temple, but there were faint cries.

The alluring silver-haired girl didn't seem to pay attention to those beautiful hymns. She tiptoed slightly and stared at the figure in front of the holy throne. After a long while, she seemed to come back to her senses, and the corners of her mouth curved upward. , the amethyst-like eyes seemed to be smiling.

"You have finally achieved the status of a god, congratulations."

That smile seemed sad.

The figure before the Holy See did not respond, but turned around and bowed slightly towards the Holy See.

Even if there is nothing on the Holy Seat.

"Go to the God Realm and be your god of faith." The strong wind on the top of the mountain dispersed the reverberating hymns with a murmur that was almost like crying, and also took away the figure of the silver-haired girl. Only the figure of the silver-haired girl remained in the temple. Ethereal hymns lingered in the empty Holy Seat.

The blond figure in front of the Holy See stared blankly, and after a while, he let out a vague sigh: "It's just an ordinary separation."

At the time, it was only common.

Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the sparse windows.Meditate on the past while the setting sun sets. Do not be frightened by wine and fall asleep in spring.Betting on books made the fragrance of tea disappear, which was just commonplace at that time.

Who would have thought that the west wind would be cold alone, at that time it was only normal.

What exactly was the strong wind on the top of the mountain trying to convey at that time?

No one knows, it’s just common.

"Just looking at it over and over again, you have nothing to do, and you look like those love brains that I despise." A young man in black clothes and silver hair suddenly appeared on the empty Holy Seat, and said unbridledly with a smile. The sound of ridicule.

The blond figure in front of the Holy See looked at the silver-haired boy who suddenly appeared, "That's not where you should sit. Get off."

He did not respond directly to Qianjie's ridicule, but was very concerned about these inexplicable little things.

"This is the seat prepared for me by the believers, why can't I sit?" Qianjie was also looking at the blond figure in front of him. His long golden hair like the sun was spread behind him, and he looked noble in his long white robe. The atmosphere seemed to be about to drift away with the wind at any time, and the golden eyes hidden behind the golden mask were as bright as morning stars.

"That is not our position, we are just the agents of His faith." As he said that, the blond figure did not make any move, and still just stood motionless in front of the Holy Seat.

The breeze blows, and the white robe is faintly dotted with various gems - you are unprepared, wise, and completely beautiful.You were in the garden of God in Eden, and you wore all kinds of precious stones, rubies, rubies, diamonds, beryls, onyx, jaspers, sapphires, emeralds, rubies, and gold. You also had beautiful pipes and pipes in your presence. There, everything was prepared on the day you were created.

He is exactly the same person as described.

"Don't think you are an angel just by quoting a few lines from the Bible." Qianjie's sarcasm became more and more wanton, "Of course, I have the scriptures you want to support."

He coughed lightly, imitating the tone of a pious person, placed his left hand on his chest, and opened his right hand to embrace the sun. He looked like an aspiring young man with unrestrained ideals. He exaggeratedly said in the tone of an aria: "I want to ascend to the sky. I want to be lifted high." My throne is above the stars of the gods. I will sit on the mountain of gathering, in the uttermost part of the north; I will ascend above the high clouds, and I will be equal with the Most High.”

As if he was shocked by these remarks, the blond figure remained silent.

But there was no action like driving Qianjie down.

"Let me tell you, there is such a charming white-haired girl standing in front of me who is about to burst into tears. If it were me, I would have put her in this seat." Qianjie had no intention of letting him go, and was still sarcastic. Stop, "Are you a eunuch?"

"That's a dragon, that's an alien." The blond figure turned and looked outside the temple, "And you have no right to mock me in this regard."

Qianjie leaned on the backrest of the holy throne, crossed his legs, and said with an indifferent expression on his face, "It's none of your business."

"It's really a double standard. You can evaluate me, but I can't evaluate you?" The blond figure turned around again, and the golden pupils under the mask looked at Qianjie tenderly.

The unbridled ridicule didn't seem to make him have any mood swings.

"Because you're dead. The dead can't comment on the living, but the living can comment on the dead at will." Qianjie spread his hands, "How should I put it? Do you have any thoughts?"

"I have never died." The golden eyes still exuded a gentle look.

"Okay, I finally understand why those who can go back in time immediately want to pinch themselves to death." Qianjie met those golden eyes, "You really make me feel sick."

Under the golden mask with complex lines, the eyes looked at him calmly. After thinking about it for a while, Qianjie resisted the urge to smash the mask to pieces.

"An idiot thinks he can save the world, raises his expectations for others without authorization, and then screws himself and those who believe in him, and finally causes the situation to turn to the worst." He nodded irritably. The armrest of the Holy Seat sent a chaotic roar in the temple, "What Sabi Madonna actor am I looking at?"

The blond figure said nothing.

"Stop your disgusting eyes, why are you so arrogant?"

Still speechless.

"Why do you condescendingly imagine what the world is like, what it should be like, and what it must be like? You only see the glory of people resisting under the rule of darkness, and you only see the brilliance of civilization and the nobility of human nature in your memory. , thus feeling that people all yearn for beauty and have beautiful wishes - what is it that blinds you and makes you forget those things that bring about the reign of darkness and become the glorious background of human nature? In the final analysis, it is also human nature. ?”

The gentle eyes under the mask closed.

"You are no different from those who believe in you. We are all prisoners of faith." Qianjie said without concealing the corners of his mouth, "Do people in the world need you to save them?"

"But I am you, and we are no different - you have always looked down at these stupid idiots - you are just as arrogant." The blond figure finally responded, and he did not seem to deny it. Everything Qianjie said.

"I chose to squint my eyes, and I chose to merge into ignorance - if the enemy is scum, then I will be even more scum; if the enemy is double-standard, then I will be even more double-standard - I am just an evil soul master, and if I don't harm the world, then I will be even more scum. It’s time to be grateful.”

"At the end of the day, I am you, and that's my choice."

Qianjie was stunned, and the blond figure slowly took off his mask - it was a face exactly like his own, with the same smile - just a mockery, a kindness.

"So it's really a stupid thing to talk about integrating into the divine core." Qianjie rubbed his temples, "It's too troublesome to suddenly have an extra memory or something."

"No, it's not the divine core. The memory is always there, but you're just too lazy to look at it." He took off his mask and smiled more gently, "Because this memory can't give you any help. Your questions are in this memory. There is no answer.”

"Why?" Qianjie asked subconsciously.

“For you cannot call God’s name directly, you cannot see God’s face directly, and you cannot read it.”

"So what's the use of having another irrelevant memory?" Qianjie continued to spread his hands.

"This is your business." The blond figure shook his head, "I am not omniscient and omnipotent, and neither are you."

"So, you are indeed a fool." Qianjie stood up from the Holy Seat helplessly. The temple that was surrounded by hymns and the blond figure in front of him gradually became illusory as he moved. "I am you, scolding me is equivalent to scolding yourself."

"No, at least I will really get rid of that white hair."

"That's a dragon. It's the human and soul beast you mock at every turn." The blond figure became more and more unreal.

"Yes, that's a dragon - the big dragon is the ancient snake called the devil, also called Satan, who deceives the whole world. It was thrown to the ground, and its messenger was also thrown down." Qianjie's lips curled up again. From a sarcastic point of view, "Who dislikes whom? Besides, I have double standards."

"Then you really have double standards."

The hymn and sunshine lingering in the ears finally disappeared, leaving only a vague whisper.

Qianjie opened his eyes.

Furious roars reached his ears, along with the darkness of the night that seemed to be lightless at first glance.

The reason for the lightless night is unclear. Theoretically, the resentment has formed the huge angel of death under the feet, and it should light up again - maybe it is really dark.

The angry roar is quite clear...

In front of Tang Hao.

To be honest, Tang Hao has been a bit beyond Qianjie's expectations since he appeared - he stood aside and watched the show for no reason. The same yelling was beyond Qianjie's expectations...

Forcing a mortal who has just become the Soul King to exert the combat power that only a god can have, even with Gu Yue assisting, is not without cost - the price is that Qianjie is strictly speaking just a pendant that carries the divine core. The one who runs this combat power is still the half-hearted divine core.

In other words, how can the angel of death made of bones under his feet survive thousands of calamities? It all depends on instinct.

In the popular sense, it is a fully automatic combat mode.

But in theory, this is a fully automatic combat mode that can be pressed and punched in practice. Tang Hao, the so-called Lord of the Planes...

Being tortured into a dog by being automatically hung up.

No, you can’t even beat a personal computer?Didn’t you claim that Tang San became a god soon after he ascended to the world?Wasn't it the Haotian Douluo who would blow a wave of rainbow farts to anyone who saw him thousands of years ago?
The record of being able to kill Super Douluo Qian Xunji when he was first banned may not have been picked up by your wife who showed up with a big belly and beat her for a long time - it is possible. It is said that Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin is a murderer. They are beasts, and ferocious beasts can directly take the form of humans.

"Third sister, my love!" But it was a pity that his wife did not come forward this time.

Qianjie turned his gaze sideways, and saw that the huge golden ancient tree was now thrown on the top of the Holy Mountain of Wuhun Palace without any movement - and it was also behind the Angel of Death, so don't blame Tang Hao for shouting. .

Damn it, Ye Xishui is not crazy like him.

"Explode the ring!" An angry roar rang out from heaven and earth again. The angel set up his bow and arrow, like an arrow in the morning light, streaking across the night sky. Still waiting for the ring to explode, Tang Hao, who had raised the colorful sledgehammer, was pierced by an arrow in the chest. …

What level are you at now? I'm still playing with your explosive rings...

Obviously, the seven colors painted on the hammer are just one color and do not add durability and toughness enchantments.

Qianjie thought boredly.

You think your opponent is a muscular man who has been trained for thousands of years, and he is holding a sledgehammer in his hand that is said to be the strongest in the world. It is as high as the Pangu ax held by Pangu when the world was created. He can hit any martial spirit he sees, but it turns out that He is just a homeless man who has been hungry for 1 years. The hammer in his hand is a colorful plastic children's toy hammer...

What's more, he is still on the phone, and the big man is still performing the family drama that he has long been tired of watching, the eight o'clock soap opera in the evening...

This is a battle between gods. Shouldn't we remain silent and fight to the death until we see blood?Or do they loudly tell each other their beliefs and persistence, and then hit it off with a bang?

When you lift up the hammer and call out Ah Yin or Sanmei, people who don't know think you are fighting your Ah Yin.

Anyone else would be bored.

Qianjie prayed sincerely that this drama would end quickly - the roar was too unpleasant.

Then the world seemed to really hear his prayer, and a huge trident fell from the sky.

Qianjie looked up at the sky and finally arrived.

This was something he had been prepared for from the beginning. There was no other way between him and the God Realm. It was natural for people to come down and trouble him - after all, he was taking advantage of his own father.

The iron-gray giant also looked up at the sky, with a look of ecstasy on his face.

Everyone looked at the trident that was slowly lowering from the sky. Some looked enthusiastic, some were horrified, and some looked confused - how could a fight end like this?

Then under the eyes of everyone, this trident...

It landed on Tang Hao's head.

Qianjie blinked his eyes, and the others looked even more confused.

"Mistress!" Tang Hao shouted at the top of his lungs, his huge turbid eyes exuding confusion.

Is this the wrong throw?
Qianjie nodded. Indeed, the battlefield is ever-changing. Even if there are two giants fighting, the body shape and position have also changed a little. In addition, the time flow rate difference between the divine world and the mortal world may really drop the frame to the so-called purple. To the point where even the most divine light cannot see clearly.

boom!
Amidst the loud noise of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the iron-gray giant disappeared instantly, and faint wailing could be heard.

Qianjie's expression became serious. It didn't look like he threw it by mistake. Tang Hao's aura disappeared - or rather it didn't disappear, but weakened.

It was almost as weak as the Super Douluo watching around it, and it was still declining.

This is not what throwing it by mistake means - either you die or you stay intact, there is no in-between option.

The next moment, a strange buzzing sound sounded between the heaven and the earth. Qianjie hugged his head violently, and a bigger giant took shape between the heaven and the earth. In comparison, the angels and giants who once stood on the earth to fight were all It's like a fight between a cat and a rabid dog.

The trident in his hand was finally thrown at the right target.

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)