Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 361 Qian Renxue Finally Arrives, the Grief-Stained Angel Makes a Promise to Meet Again a Year Later! The Thoughts of the Two God-Kings

The petals touched the ground and merged into the earth.

A pure and refreshing aura of heaven and earth spread out with it.

The mountains and rivers that were originally eroded by the power of the Rakshasa God were revitalized under the nourishment of this pure energy.

On the scorched earth, tiny green shoots sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The depleted spiritual veins began to flow again with a gurgling sound.

between heaven and earth.

The grief has not yet subsided.

Yet, it was captivated by the sky full of red flowers and the revitalizing vitality.

It was tinged with an extremely poignant and magnificent color.

Zhu Zhuqing knelt on the ground, her eyes trembling as she stretched out her slender hand, with red plum blossoms fluttering around her, expressing her longing.

Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng and the others looked up as a shower of flowers fell from the sky, but the boy was nowhere to be seen.

A golden streak of light staggered in from the distant horizon.

Qian Renxue fluttered her angel wings in a disorderly manner.

She blended into the poignant red flowers falling from the sky, her petals staining her wings as if she were weeping blood.

Tears streamed down that exquisite face, washing away its former nobility and aloofness, leaving only endless bewilderment and broken grief.

Her vision was blurred by tears, and she couldn't even see the road ahead. She just flew towards the place where the boy's last breath had dissipated, driven only by instinct.

at last.

She flew to that void.

"Li...Li the Immortal..."

All their strength was exhausted at that moment.

Qian Renxue slowly, very slowly, squatted down in the void.

Then, I couldn't hold back any longer.

She wept silently, her whole body trembling, her shoulders shaking violently, like a child who had lost her only treasure.

“Li…Li the Immortal…you promised me…”

"You...you promised me..."

"You won't abandon me..."

In a trance.

She subconsciously sensed and searched...

Missed.

The angelic feather she gave to Li Zhexian has disappeared.

Without leaving any trace, it seems to have transformed into these red flowers along with Li Zhexian, never to be found again.

Qian Renxue burst into tears.

"Li Zhexian...cough cough...cough cough..."

She coughed up blood from the corner of her mouth, staining the radiant soul power surrounding her crimson.

Grief burns like a raging fire.

It consumed her last shred of reason and hesitation.

"what--!"

A piercing scream tore through the sky.

Her divine power ignited in an unprecedented way.

It transformed into a streak of crimson light, carrying boundless hatred, and pierced straight into the smoke-filled giant crater.

Flying past.

Divine light gathered in her palm, and the Angelic Sword suddenly took shape.

The sword was dazzling, but its blade was stained with her heart's blood, turning into a strange and ferocious crimson.

Sacredness and slaughter.

They merge at this moment.

The disappearance of her grandfather and the passing of her lover—one tragic scene after another flashed wildly before her eyes!
It's all because of that woman!

Mother?

This word seems so ironic and ridiculous at this moment!

She has no mother!
Never!
There was one... but he was an enemy who hated her to the core, stripped her of everything she loved, and destroyed everything she had!

Qian Renxue rushed to the top of the giant pit.

She froze in mid-air for a moment, her hands gripping the sword hilt tightly, her arm bones making a sore sound from the extreme force.

All his soul power, hatred, endless grief, and unbearable memories of the past years were poured into the tip of the sword.

He stabbed fiercely at Bibi Dong's head.

"You die!"

The tip of the sword burst into a raging crimson flame, like a molten star, before crashing down.

The immense force caused the rock walls at the edge of the giant pit to collapse again, and the earth trembled violently.

"Xue'er, stop!"

Just as the sword was about to pierce Bibi Dong's head, three figures suddenly appeared between Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.

It is the three great offerings: the golden crocodile, the blue phoenix, and the lion.

They dared not be negligent in the slightest, and concentrated all their soul power in front of them, transforming it into an indestructible barrier to meet Qian Renxue's hateful attack.

boom--!
The divine sword clashed violently with the barrier, unleashing a deafening roar.

The moment of contact.

The three worshippers' expressions changed drastically.

What came from the sword's edge was a boundless soul power, far exceeding their imagination and carrying destruction!
"Ho pfft!"

The three of them groaned in unison, and the barrier of their condensed soul power shattered.

The terrifying impact slammed them down from mid-air like meteorites, embedding them deeply into the earth below and kicking up clouds of dust.

Qian Renxue hovered in the air, the Crimson Angel Holy Sword in her hand humming incessantly.

Only she knows.

At the last moment before her sword touched the three elders, she forcibly withdrew most of her power.

otherwise.

That sword strike just now, even if the three elders joined forces, would have been fatal. "Why are you stopping me?!"

Qian Renxue said coldly.

Those once-bright golden eyes were now veiled in crimson, churning with hatred that seemed to solidify into reality.

"Xue'er..."

The three men, including Jin'e, were thrown into the air in a disheveled state.

At this time.

Another ice arrow pierced the air, heading straight for Bibi Dong in the deep pit.

"Guangling, stop fooling around!"

Despite his injuries, Jin E shattered the ice arrow with a single palm strike, then clutched his violently heaving chest and said in a deep voice:
"Xue'er, the Grand Elder is still in Bibi Dong's hands."

"If she were to die now, the whereabouts of the High Priest would likely remain a mystery forever."

There was one more thing he couldn't bring himself to say...

Even if Bibi Dong deserves to die, she is still Xue'er's birth mother.

Anyone can kill Bibi Dong, except Qian Renxue...

Qian Renxue cannot bear the guilt of murdering her mother.

"Xue'er."

Just now.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had been standing still like a statue, spoke in a hoarse voice.

She staggered to her feet, the bloodstains on her lips still wet, making her face appear even paler.

I saw Zhu Zhuqing.

The bloodthirsty aura in Qian Renxue's eyes faded slightly.

Her figure flashed by.

He helped the swaying Zhu Zhuqing up.

"Xue'er..."

The bamboo leaves are delicate and clear, yet each character is distinct.

"When the banished immortal departed... let me tell you..."

"Believe in him... He will definitely return in a year..."

This statement came out.

Qian Renxue's tears welled up again.

She looked around sadly.

A heart that is almost dead.

A tiny spark, barely extinguished, began to emerge.

"Zhu Qing".

Her voice choked with emotion.

“I…I will wait with you…for his return.”

Finished.

Qian Renxue suddenly turned around.

He stretched his palm out into the air towards the deep pit.

A burst of golden and crimson light energy erupted forth, imprisoning Bibi Dong from afar.

A thought flickered in her mind.

The Angel Sword suddenly pierced into Bibi Dong's shoulder and ribs.

The divine power surged into her limbs and bones, not only preventing Bibi Dong's soul power from recovering, but also locking every inch of her injuries on the verge of collapse.

"Hoaaaaah!"

Bibi Dong lowered her head and howled helplessly, but a twisted and crazy pleasure flashed in her eyes hidden by her disheveled hair.

Regardless, Li Zhexian ultimately perished.

Even if her divine position is stripped, it can be rebuilt. As long as Qian Daoliu remains under her control, Qian Renxue and the Hall of Offerings will not dare to take her life.

"I haven't lost yet... I still have a chance..."

She was talking frantically to herself.

Qian Renxue did not look at Bibi Dong again.

"Return to the Spirit Hall."

"Thoroughly investigate Grandpa's whereabouts."

After the order is issued.

She turned around and met Zhu Zhuqing's gaze.

"Zhuqing, I will come to find you after I have finished dealing with the affairs in the palace."

The words fell.

She then carried the imprisoned Bibi Dong and sped towards the Spirit Hall.

The series of earth-shattering events has finally come to a temporary end.

Silence returned to the world.

Only the lingering sorrow remains.

The Soul Master struggled to crawl out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

He gritted his teeth.

He used his body to shield the stack of paper and silk in his arms, which carried the weight of history.

He tore off the only clean piece of cloth from his clothes, and with trembling hands, dipped his finger into the falling blood.

On that piece of white silk, he wrote, word by word:

In the year 686 of the Martial Soul Calendar, Sword and Wine Douluo Li Zhexian fought against two peerless masters to protect the heavens, slaying one of them. He also fought a fierce battle against Pope Bibi Dong, who had become a god. Pope Bibi Dong's godhood was stripped, and Sword and Wine Douluo returned to the world.

However, the matter was not yet settled; let's see what happens a year from now.

Spirit world.

Ji Dong and the Asura God stood silently...

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