Chapter 371 Make Angels Great Again! (4200)
The hall is hexagonal, with six huge golden pillars supporting the roof.
There are no walls here, only endless void all around. The light from the galaxy is fully gathered, and the stars are extremely bright.
And hanging high in the center is an extremely scorching sun.
Fang Ling vaguely remembered that the Angel Temple didn't seem to have a sun originally? Then maybe this sun was derived from Qian Renxue's Sun Angel Martial Spirit and evolved on its own? He looked carefully twice, but couldn't tell.
Looking around, one can see countless holy feather patterns engraved on the ground, pillars, the roof of the temple, and the vague void in all directions.
The feathers followed the veins of the stars and converged on the orange-red sun in the center of the temple.
Another gathering point is the three-meter-high angel statue in the center of the Angel Temple.
Compared to the one in the Douluo Hall, its appearance is more delicate, its posture is soft and holy, and its six wings spread out behind it, making it look lifelike.
The angel statue has a dull grey colour, a sign of low energy.
The same is true for the sword in front of the statue that resembles the angel's holy sword.
Fang Ling observed carefully and found that it was not a divine weapon. The one burning with the Holy Fire of Angels in the Douluo Temple was the real one.
When sparring with Qian Daoliu, he could draw strength from the Holy Sword of Angels, but he absolutely could not draw strength from the Angel Temple high in the sky.
The angels here have accumulated a lot of divine power, but it is buried very deep, completely sealed, and in a stagnant state.
In Fang Ling's opinion, this gray sword should be the most important key to the divine test.
After thinking for a moment, the space-time domain with silver-black light covered this place, and he smiled and said, "Not bad."
Not to mention the bright and sacred laws here, the main focus is the sun above.
The high-hanging sun holds a solar power that even astonishes Fang Ling, the God of Death. However, it is bound by the heavy power of angels.
The feather-shaped divine patterns of the Law of Light flowed like water waves in the angel's divine power, forming a unique formation. Using the most ingenious method, it gathered and purified the endless power of the sun from the sun's radiance in the void.
The Angel God had long disappeared, and the oracle had not been issued for who knows how many years. How could it accumulate such a powerful binding power and be so flexible in response? Fang Ling didn't know the source.
He only knew one thing, that Qian Renxue would eventually become an Angel God, or perhaps more than just an Angel God.
With this pure power of the sun superimposed on the Sun Angel Martial Soul, perhaps the angel god position can incorporate more solar laws. It is not possible to advance to the Sun God King, but perhaps it can become an eight-ring?
The God King corresponds to nine rings, the first-level God corresponds to seven rings, and the eighth ring is between the two. With the honor of the sun, he will become a God King sooner or later.
"What is the angelic power here?" Fang Ling pointed at the sun and asked curiously.
If angels do not spread faith in the world, where does the power to restrain them come from?
It is not easy to accumulate enough divine power to bind a small sun.
In the puzzled eyes of his granddaughter and Fang Ling, Qian Daoliu responded: "Since the appearance of the Sun Angel Martial Spirit, I have dug out this sealing array left by the God Ancestor from the inheritance."
"The activation conditions are very simple. Just inject the angel's divine power, and the magic circle will naturally absorb the power of the sun."
"It is worthwhile to endure the hardships of the angel lineage and gain the potential for advancement to the angel godhood."
As the shadows of those devout angel believers passed before his eyes, he smiled with particular comfort.
Fang Ling: "Are they all fanatics?"
"Well, this is the ancestor of God, and naturally all the tribesmen are fanatical believers." Qian Daoliu respectfully bowed to the angel statue, his expression so matter-of-fact.
The nobility and greatness in the blood brings the most precious glory to the clan, and all angels are proud of it.
Qian Daoliu blinked at Fang Ling and said, "And now the Spirit Hall is promoting the belief in angels. To awaken the spirit and distribute money, one must pray to the angel statue."
“Instructions have also been issued in various places for ordinary people to worship the Angel God as well.”
Fang Ling raised his eyebrows and understood.
It turns out that he was collecting faith from the mainland. No wonder he could accumulate such divine power.
He didn't pay attention to these details, and neither did the original book.
Judging from the existing facts, this was the help she gave after Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong's relationship became normal?
After all, no matter how complicated the relationship is, she faces her heart and still loves her daughter.
Qian Renxue took Fang Ling's arm with a smile on her face, staring at her grandfather: "Grandpa, what should I do next?"
"Follow me." Qian Daoliu nodded at Fang Ling, and led his granddaughter, who had let go of his hand, to stand in front of the gray, lightless statue.
After looking at each other quietly for a few moments, the two of them bowed respectfully again.
Qian Daoliu looked serious, but one could also see the genuine relief radiating from his face: "Next, it's the place where the Glory of the Angel God will reappear, Xiaoxue, and you will complete the ninth test of the Angel."
"You will become the second god after the God of Death in countless years... and become a brand new legend in this world!"
Qian Renxue raised the corner of her mouth slightly. Becoming a god was an inevitable result. Fang Ling had already promised her the destined position of god.
What really made her happy was that she could become a god before Dugu Yan.
She is stronger! And the future is brighter. She is really happy! "Grandpa, what should I do?" Qian Renxue looked at the exquisite statue of the God Ancestor, erasing the faint sadness caused by her grandfather's upcoming sacrifice, and her heart was extremely firm.
"Use your blood." Qian Daoliu pointed to the gray sword in front of the angel statue.
The round transparent gem on the sword is the most eye-catching.
Qian Renxue just made a move, a thought flashed through her mind, and she turned her head to look at Fang Ling.
"Focus on becoming a god, I will watch you." Fang Ling encouraged, and the Eye of Destiny on his forehead opened.
Her rose-gold eyes sparkled with divine light as she observed the web of fate surrounding her.
This was the inspiration given to him by Yu Xiaogang.
Originally, I was just here to guard against the possible tricks of the Sea God, but now observing the changes in fate from human to god is also a great gain.
"Yeah." Qian Renxue smiled and nodded calmly.
To become a god, one must be fully focused and have a firm and courageous faith to move forward.
The moment her faith became firm, the thread of destiny that connected her to the web of fate suddenly burst into orange-gold light.
Destiny changed before her.
Burning with the sacred fire, the sun god Xi is released from the burning flames.
Qian Renxue slowly raised her right hand and covered the gem with her right index finger.
Suddenly, a sharp force brushed across his fingertips, and blood spurted out onto the gem on the hilt.
Her blood was not dirty. Like Fang Ling's divine blood, its color was very different from that of ordinary people due to the transformation of her divine body.
Pink is mixed with noble gold, and a holy, magical, fresh fragrance floats in the temple of angels.
Qian Daoliu watched this scene expectantly.
Qian Renxue only felt her right hand tremble, and a suction force emanated from the transparent gem.
The scene that Fang Ling had seen in the Temple of Poseidon reappeared in front of him.
The gem devoured Qian Renxue's blood crazily. Blood gushed out of the wound against common sense. Qian Renxue's body trembled unconsciously.
Blood is an indispensable introduction.
To be imbued with the divine power of angels and to draw on the power of ancestors, all of these require the gold of life to be watered.
Six angel wings burning with blazing flames trembled slightly, and the Sun Angel Martial Spirit had already possessed the body.
At this time, the temperature in the hall gradually rose, and soul rings emerged from Qian Renxue one after another.
There was a faint layer of sacred golden light on the soul rings. Except for the soul rings that were all standard years which were a bit unworthy, a circle of sacred and bright aura was diffused the moment they appeared.
As more and more blood flowed, a brilliant halo of light echoed in the gem.
At the beginning, the gem was shining with a blend of pink and gold, the same color as Qian Renxue's blood.
Thin filaments of flame appeared faintly in the light, and the true fire of the sun was hidden in it, ready to stir.
As time passed, the pink color in the light gradually faded, and was replaced by an orange-red flame that burned more and more vigorously.
The vigorous true fire of the sun combined with the holy light of the angel, and the orange-gold light flowed, extending downward along the gem, soaking the strange sword bit by bit.
Maybe there are some incompatibilities, and the sun's true fire overflows from time to time, but overall, it is faster than expected.
"Almost." Fang Ling sensed that the originally indifferent divine power on the sword suddenly rose. If it was as expected, this was a sign of sacrifice.
When Qian Renxue heard this, sadness suddenly appeared in her eyes.
I knew this moment would come, and I knew Fang Ling was already prepared to turn my grandfather's soul into a dead spirit, so my grandfather would not really die like this.
But seeing this scene, it is inevitable to feel congested.
"Relax, Xiaoxue." Qian Daoliu comforted his granddaughter.
The golden light on his body flowed like the tide, and he was struggling to resist the raging of the sun's true fire.
He was not like Fang Ling, who could ignore the burning flames. The hem of his grey robe had turned into charred dust.
"This is what I should do. This is the fate that the High Priest of God is most pleased with!" Qian Dao Liu laughed loudly, "Tang Chen has long been killed and turned into a dead spirit, and I am a sacrifice for my granddaughter's path to becoming a god. It can be said that I died a worthy death!"
This was a roar of anger at being defeated by Tang Chen, and an outburst of joy at his granddaughter surpassing Tang San.
Tang San and his granddaughter Qian Renxue are completely incomparable.
It looks like a twin martial soul, possesses hidden weapons beyond the world's cognition, and also has the Haotian Sect's ring-blasting skill...
All this seemed to be the credit of the Haotian Sect.
Actually, it is true, but the premise is that Tang San is from Douluo Continent! Qian Daoliu heard from Fang Ling that Tang San's body and soul seemed to match, but there was something fishy.
Under the shell, the core had long been replaced, it was a demon from outer space!
The Grim Reaper controls death and souls, and is the person in the world who is best at dealing with souls.
Fang Ling said that Tang San was a demon from outside the domain, so he must be a demon from outside the domain.
Therefore, Tang San’s ability to become a god was due to the calculations of the God Shura and had nothing to do with Tang Chen!
My granddaughter Qian Renxue is the one I am truly proud of.
With his extraordinary talent and the help of the immortal herb cockscomb and phoenix sunflower, he will evolve into a sun god who is stronger than the ancestor of gods! Lifting his right leg with some difficulty, Qian Daoliu took a step forward and came between the gray angel statue and the long sword that had gradually turned golden.
"Xiaoxue!" The smile on her face gradually faded, and a light shout dispelled the sadness in Qian Renxue's heart.
Qian Renxue looked at him and clenched her other hand unconsciously.
"Don't worry about me, I'm not dead!"
"...You can also say I'm dead." Qian Daoliu felt something was wrong and quickly changed his words, "But my consciousness has not dissipated. Grandpa wants to see the prosperity of the Wuhun Empire."
“Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must overcome them.”
"We must make the angels great again!"
Qian Renxue let out a long breath, her calm tone revealing unparalleled determination: "I will!"
Qian Daoliu smiled calmly again, turned his eyes to Fang Ling, and pleaded, "Your Majesty the God of Death, I don't know what hidden dangers Xiaoxue may have in her process of becoming a god, but I'll leave Xiaoxue in your care."
"Don't worry, I'm here, nothing will happen." Fang Ling glanced at Qian Renxue with a smile and corrected her, "You are Xiaoxue's grandfather, just call me Fang Ling."
"Haha." Qian Daoliu shook his head, his eyes suddenly firm.
A pure and strong golden sacred flame suddenly rose from his body.
He started burning everything.
Starting from the soul, soul power, body... the light emitted is brighter than the sun condensed by the power of the sun on the top of the temple.
In an instant, the holy light illuminated the entire temple, and the feather-shaped divine patterns of the law of light in the temple lit up in response.
"Grandpa..." Qian Renxue murmured softly, leaning on Fang Ling who had approached her at some point.
She looked at her grandfather, who was smiling and waving at her.
The flames on Qian Daoliu's body became more and more intense, and his entire body had even turned golden. However, apart from the light that was almost blinding, he did not reveal any of his divine power of purification and dissolution.
All the energy was absorbed by the angel statue.
The sacred fire gradually weakened, and the thousand streams had burned everything.
"It's time to draw the sword." He gave a final kind reminder in a weak voice.
Fang Ling was doing what he was supposed to do. The headband on his forehead, which symbolized the status of a god, was revealed. After thinking for a while, he also sealed the fate of this place.
His eyes were fixed on Qian Daoliu. After Qian Daoliu had sacrificed everything, Fang Ling could still see an extremely dim shadow that even the ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo Qian Renxue could not see.
Just as expected, there is indeed a soul left!
If Fang Ling didn't possess the soul-related death god position, he really wouldn't have been able to discover it.
He smiled at Qian Daoliu and moved his fingertips lightly, and the Kingdom of the Dead sucked in Qian Daoliu's storm, who was unable to resist.
Of course, he didn't think of resisting.
"It's time to draw the sword." Fang Ling reminded gently.
"I can't pull it out." Qian Renxue used all her strength and gritted her teeth.
Just as she was about to say this, her jade hand was moved to the hilt of the sword by an invisible force.
“Clang!”
The long sword was suddenly pulled out, the sword body shining with a dazzling orange-gold color, the divine light was fierce, the flames were brilliant, and the scorching high temperature burned the space suppressed by the temple to slightly distort.
A majestic voice sounded from all directions, and all the golden light was completely solidified inside the Angel Temple at this moment.
"The angel has come."
The feathers suddenly shone brightly, absorbing all the light. The statue, filled with power, turned into powder almost instantly.
The hall was dark for a moment, then suddenly lit up again.
The sun on the top of the temple was like a supernova, emitting infinite heat and infinite light! Even Fang Ling was secretly shocked by the energy level.
He was sure that the previous golden body Lvmax could not withstand this! The golden body refined by the ice and fire grass had its upper limit. Of course, this sun true fire was ineffective against his death body.
Calling upon some power of nothingness, Fang Ling ignored the burning true fire of the sun and locked onto the inheritance of the divine throne.
The sun exploded, and everything turned into fireworks...
Apart from body building, Fang Ling couldn't think of any other uses.
If the target was himself, he felt that he had the bonus of a million-year-old soul bone, soul rings that were all over a hundred thousand years old, and a divine body, divine power, and divine soul that had transformed to the limit, and he could barely bear it.
Can Qian Renxue bear it? She will definitely turn into ashes!
Fang Ling could only twitch his lips and sigh at the fickleness of fate.
No wonder fate warned me that I must follow.
The hidden dangers brought by the Sea God include the bans of time, space and destiny, but unexpectedly, the real hidden danger comes from the inheritance of the throne of God that was destined to succeed!
Without the power of life and the help of the two powers of the divine skill and rebirth by dripping blood, Qian Renxue's extraordinary inheritance would be completely impossible to succeed.
Fortunately, he followed.
(End of this chapter)
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