Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 312 315316—Uncle, I sent you a message today: Don't talk to me, I'm afraid the Holy Maiden will misunderstand!

"You old bastard, how dare you call my precious daughter a little bitch?!"

Yuma stood in mid-air, furious as she looked at Zhongli Wu's Death God Puppet! Her long, smooth red hair even swelled up like a lion because of her intense emotional turmoil.

At this moment, she held nothing back, and her first, second, third, fifth, and seventh spirit rings lit up simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, Yuma's long dress was torn apart by countless bright yet extremely sharp red feathers.

Her once alluring and graceful body was now twisting and contorting, with jagged, sharp teeth shooting out from her distorted, fragmented face.

"This is truly a Martial Soul True Form that completely defies my aesthetic sense!"

Yuma sighed softly and couldn't help but glance at Qian Lingyun sideways.

Interestingly, Qian Lingyun didn't seem to be disgusted by her current appearance, which was perfect for a horror novel. Instead, she stared at her with a very complicated look.

There was surprise, joy, and curiosity in his eyes, but not disgust or disdain.

Should we say that this girl wasn't spoiled for nothing?

Yuma chuckled self-deprecatingly, then launched her attack on Zhongli Wufa.

Yuma's Martial Soul True Form is perhaps the smallest Beast Martial Soul True Form among Title Douluos.

Not only does it lack the enormous size of other martial soul true bodies, which are often hundreds or thousands of meters tall, it is even smaller than Yuma's own height.

Compared to the black bone dragon that was over a hundred meters long, the blood shrike that was just over a meter long was not eye-catching, but its speed was surprisingly fast. Even with Qian Lingyun's mental detection, she could only observe the red phantom that flickered back and forth in mid-air.

Gradually, the Blood Shrike's speed increased. Every time she swept across the Bone Dragon's body, it was accompanied by a piercing sonic boom and a teeth-grinding friction, causing the bones on the Bone Dragon's body to make cracking sounds as if they were about to collapse under the strain.

The speed that is stacked to the extreme will inevitably result in high attack and high load.

Just as Qian Lingyun slowly walked to a distance that was neither too close nor too far, she lowered her eyes to estimate Yuma's limit and prepared to catch her troublesome stepmother.

Yuma actually deactivated his Martial Soul True Form and plunged headfirst into the thick fog below.

"I knew it..." Qian Lingyun's lips twitched, and she shook her head with a hint of helplessness.

Suddenly, a strange sensation spread throughout Qian Lingyun's body. It felt as if someone had suddenly grabbed her by the throat.

A wisp of black energy silently spread from the ground, and behind Qian Lingyun, a black figure quietly emerged.

A short, jet-black dagger was plunged viciously into Qian Lingyun's cervical spine.

At this moment, Qian Lingyun felt as if her entire body was sealed off. She couldn't move an inch. Dodging was completely impossible.

Her third, fourth, and eighth spirit rings lit up as if by reflex.

Third Soul Skill: Netherworld Clone.

The fourth soul skill is of the same origin.

Eighth Soul Skill: Spirit Transfer!

The moment the clone appeared, a phantom with the exact same facial features as Qian Lingyun suddenly emerged behind her.

The phantom directly entered the clone's body, kicked away Qian Lingyun's main body, and used her flesh and blood to block the jet-black dagger.

Blood splattered everywhere as the black dagger pierced through Qian Lingyun's swan-like neck.

Black energy surged forth from the dagger, and Qian Lingyun's body was rapidly corroded by the black aura of death, her eyes gradually becoming empty.

Only the pale white humanoid phantom emerged from the broken clone and returned to its original form.

"Ugh...cough cough cough."

She instinctively covered her neck, still unable to shake off the strange sensation of the knife piercing her throat.

That was close! If I had reacted even a fraction slower, I would have really been caught by Zhongli Wu!

Was the reluctance to speak out due to a sense of complacency, a feeling of being in control of the situation?

"That little bitch is really tough! She's still alive!"

After cursing under his breath, Zhongli Wu relied on the Bone Dragon King's powerful flame ability to force back the other worshippers. When he turned around, he found Qian Lingyun, the girl who had escaped death, smiling and waving at him with one hand covering her neck.

"Hiss... This feeling is so eerie... I have to kill her today no matter what."

This was the most immediate thought that came to Zhongli Wu's mind.

"roar--"

Driven by Zhongliwu, the Bone Dragon King roared to the sky, its massive body soaring into the heavens, its terrifying wings flapping and blotting out the sun. Carrying the Grim Reaper overhead, it charged straight towards Qianlingyun.

Its enormous body and astonishingly fast flight speed—it was as if in the blink of an eye, the massive scythe of death was already before Qian Lingyun.

Six vortexes of wind and fire also appeared simultaneously from all directions, blocking the other worshippers who had not yet used their full power.

The Limit Douluo didn't react much, and the other elders were too far away to help. If they wanted to kill Qian Lingyun completely, they had to do it now!

With a clang!

The purple Rakshasa Scythe and the black Death Scythe collided, producing a crisp hum.

Without the nourishment of a soul, the Rakshasa Scythe did not generate enough Rakshasa evil power to contend with it this time.

Instead, it was covered by the deathly aura contained within the Grim Reaper's scythe. This terrifying deathly aura was eroding Qian Lingyun's body at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

Finally, it seeped directly into her body along her limbs, and even into Qian Lingyun's head, as if it wanted to erode her soul and spiritual sea.

However... as the old saying goes, fools are often blessed. Sometimes, even the most useless soul skill can come in handy.

The dazzling sapphire on the crown shimmered on Qian Lingyun's forehead, with two halos, one blue and one white, spreading outward from Qian Lingyun, but only barely encompassing Zhongli Wu.

The last of the four soul skills provided by the Sea Princess made a great contribution at this moment.

Crown Soul Bone Skill Two: Mental Lock!

Based on forcibly sealing off one's own spiritual sea, while simultaneously locking down all one's own spiritual abilities, one marks the opponent.

"You little bitch, corrupted by my death aura, no matter how talented you are, you will perish here today. My death aura will grow stronger by devouring life force until you are utterly destroyed!"

Looking at Qian Lingyun, whose body was tightly bound by countless black threads of energy, like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon, Zhongli Wu couldn't help but let out an unpleasant laugh.

Just then, a strange white light silently shone through the black lines.

It wasn't powerful, but it caused the countless wisps of black death energy to dissolve at a slow pace.

The power of purification, may Imen endure forever!

"Old man, did you see that? Absolute restraint!"

Tearing apart the black threads that bound her with her bare hands, Qian Lingyun emerged from the black cocoon with a forced smile. She stretched lazily, as if still savoring the moment, and chuckled, "The disobedient little skeleton is about to get a whipping!"

A transparent white whip appeared in front of Qian Lingyun, and with a flick of the wrist, it landed on the head of the Bone Dragon King from a great distance.

Necromantic magic, Death Lash, can directly attack the enemy's soul.

With the added power of purification, all undead creatures can experience the joy of the Seven Wolves.

The Bone Dragon King let out a miserable scream as it looked up at the sky.

In an instant, wisps of white light enveloped its head along the point of impact.

Its soul fire encountered this white light. Instantly, it withered and slumped down, like butter meeting a hot knife, offering no resistance.

Undead creatures are undead creatures, and no matter how strong the Bone Dragon King is, he cannot escape the category of undead creatures.

Qian Lingyun is one of only two necromancers in the Douluo Continent today!

The power of purification is the nemesis of any undead creature, no matter how powerful.

"Zhongli Wu! This Bone Dragon King is quite good, but... as the saying goes, the capable should rule."

Standing atop the Bone Dragon King's head, Qian Lingyun exchanged a "deep gaze" with Zhongli Wu for a second, then chuckled and mocked:

"I think you're too old; you can't handle this. I have to do it!"

"What do you mean?!" Zhongli Wu's heart tightened, a sense of foreboding washing over him. Suppressing his fear, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course I'll kill you!" ×2

As the two Soul-Slaying Douluo brothers approached Zhongli Wu, he belatedly realized what was happening and growled incredulously, "When did you two get here?!"

"Of course, it was just now!"

With a single thrust of his sword, the Soul Slayer Douluo plunged it into the top of the Grim Reaper's skull, then stomped on the hilt, driving the long, red blade completely inside.

"Zhongli Wu, why are you so slow to react?!"

"Is he getting Alzheimer's?" The Soul-Destroying Douluo stepped on the back of the 'Grim Reaper', stabbing the Soul-Destroying Blade into Zhongli Wu's back, and then slowly exerted force, splitting the huge 'Grim Reaper' in two from the middle.

At this point, how could Zhongli Wu not understand what had happened?

When the death energy entered his body, Qian Lingyun had already started plotting against him. How could a soul skill that self-shields the sea of ​​consciousness have such a large range!

There's definitely something wrong with that blue-white halo! That thing slowed down his movements and senses!

"Don't you think it's a bit too late to realize this now? I learned all this from you! Be cunning and wicked!" Qian Lingyun chuckled, squinting her eyes, and lashed the Bone Dragon King's massive head with her whip.

With his martial spirit repeatedly injured, Zhong Liwu's body suddenly stopped in mid-air. His shrill, inhuman screams echoed in the air. The death god's enormous body rapidly shrank and quickly returned to human form, with mouthfuls of blood gushing out of Zhong Liwu's mouth.

"How could I lose to you? I'm not reconciled, I'm so unwilling to accept this!"

When Zhongli Wu raised his staff again, it trembled slightly. A terrifying aura spread once more, and his imposing presence seemed unaffected by his severe injuries.

Until the Heavenly Punishment Douluo slowly flew over and used his cross, which was twice his height, to send Zhongli Wu flying.

"Old Zhong! You can't win. Haven't you noticed that nobody's taking you seriously?"

"You old geezer, are you trying to humiliate me? Let's fight one-on-one if you dare!" Zhongli Wu, like an unyielding cockroach, sprang to his feet again, glaring angrily at his enemies. "One-on-one! Come on, let's fight one-on-one! Nobody's allowed to interfere!"

*Pfft—*

Zhang Peng couldn't help but burst out laughing...

"Master! We are evil spirit masters! How come you're getting more and more backward as you get older?" Qian Lingyun casually rubbed her palms and suddenly said:

"By the way, do you know why you've been in seclusion all this time and haven't heard any news?"

"What do you mean?" Zhongli Wu was slightly taken aback, as if he had thought of something, then shook his head violently and roared, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. You don't really believe the Vice Leader's feelings for you are stronger than ever, do you?"

Amidst laughter and conversation, Qian Lingyun reopened the gates of the dead and pulled Feng Ling over.

"You...you betrayed me too? I've treated you well! How could you..." Zhongli Wu asked incredulously, pointing at Feng Ling.

If the Third Elder and the Eighth Elder betrayed him, then Zhongli Wu could still be understood. After all, he was inferior in strength and status, and he had no choice but to rely on that little bitch Qian Lingyun.

But Feng Ling, his own vice leader and his own wife, betrayed him. The sense of defeat was absolutely unacceptable to him.

"What betrayal? I'm abandoning darkness for light!" Feng Ling tilted her head to look at Zhong Liwu, then walked straight behind Qian Lingyun. "Following the Holy Maiden, I have a chance to break through to level 98, or even level 99. Following you, I'm just a disposable tool!"

"Don't talk to me anymore, I'm afraid the Holy Maiden will misunderstand!"

"Feng! Are you still called the Holy Maiden?" Qian Lingyun patted Feng Ling's shoulder with dissatisfaction, raising her eyebrows.

Realizing what was happening, Feng Ling immediately changed her address to "Sect Leader!"

"Hey! That's more like it! I'm already the sect leader! Of course, you can't call me Holy Maiden." Qian Lingyun nodded with a beaming smile, then looked at Zhongli Wu again: "See, this isn't what I said. You can only blame yourself for being incompetent; there's no future following you!"

"Brother, this is killing someone by attacking their spirit!" Extinction Douluo poked Soul Slaying Douluo and couldn't help but complain.

"Killing someone! And destroying their spirit too!" The Soul-Slaying Douluo's old face stiffened, and the scars on his face twitched a few times. He clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "How terrifying!"

"Master! That's not all!" Qian Lingyun scratched her chin and said sarcastically, "I've also thoroughly explored all your branches, and guess what happened to those thousands of holy servants? Hey! I packed them all up and took them all away!"

"Don't worry, no need to thank me yet. I promise you, I will make the most of them and try my best to prevent them from becoming like you."

"You little bitch, you stole my Holy Spirit Sect's foundation built over thousands of years. Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go." Zhong Liwu's eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at Qian Lingyun.

"Don't worry, how could I bear to let such a fine soul like yours become a ghost? I will definitely accept it with a smile, after all, the soul of a Super Douluo is not easy to find!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless wisps of black energy silently gathered behind Zhongli Wu, and a black figure quietly emerged.

A jet-black dagger was plunged viciously into Zhongli Wu's cervical spine.

Zhongli Wu, who was screaming hysterically, trembled violently, and his eyes dimmed and gradually lost their light in the next instant.

This is a mirror copy soul skill that Qian Lingyun hasn't used in a long time. She took a full hit from Zhong Liwu's almost fatal blow just now, so how could she not return it!

Using the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to pull out Zhongli Wuna's cursing soul, Qian Lingyun picked at her ear and stuffed it into the skull relief on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

With the nourishment of Zhongli Wu's soul, a super Douluo, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe once again shone with that eerie purple light.

(End of this chapter)