Douluo's Death Angel

Qian Renling said disdainfully, "You who have become the king of killing have already lost your heart."

"In that case, let me give you a ride. My purpose is to replace the Slaughter King."

"In the capital of killing, there is only one end to failure, and that is death."

Qian Renling used his soul skills unreservedly, and he wanted Tang Chen to die.

At that moment, the space among them was distorted, and Qian Renling stood there indifferently.In fact, he took advantage this time, because he felt that Tang Chen's energy and blood had been greatly reduced, and his current state could only play three tenths of his original state.

Three-tenths of a Limit Douluo cannot resist Qian Renling's attack.Furthermore, he has four 10-year soul rings, which are far superior to soul masters of the same level.

Tang Chen died, leaving behind a blood-colored giant sword with a height of more than two meters. The slender and broad sword was covered with dark golden magic patterns, and the blood-red long sword was full of extremely fierce killing aura.Seeing this sword, Qian Renling felt the death sword in his hand vibrate.

This vibration was caused by the killing breath brought by the sword.

The next moment, the killing breath collided with the death breath.Qian Renling felt something unfavorable to him on the sword.

Coldness flashed across the golden eyes, and there was a strong thought in his heart, that is to destroy this sword.

He picked up the blood-colored long sword, and then raised his eyes to look around. The killing field was razed to the ground by their battle, without the prosperity of the past.

Even the fallen people who were watching nearby are gone, and some are desolate.

Qian Renling was about to touch the dark golden magic pattern with his hand, but a voice sounded, causing his hand to hang in the air.

"Don't touch that sword, unless you want to accept the inheritance of God Shura."

A few words from the mind successfully made Qian Renling stop.

"Feng, what do you mean?"

"That sword is the inheritance of God Shura, and it is also a divine tool of God Shura. It is called the Blood Sword of Shura. It is the same quality as me, but its power is not as good as mine, but it is the pinnacle of combat power for this God Realm."

Feng Danran's words made Qian Renling ponder.

"My third test is to find the Shrine of Shura. Is this blood sword useful?"

"Actually, you have already found it. Hell Road is the entrance to Shura Temple. If you give this sword to Lord Si, you will have passed the first three tests."

"Feng, why do you call Si an adult? Isn't she your former master?"

Qian Renling was surprised by Feng's words. As the sword spirit of the Death Sword, shouldn't Feng have a good relationship with Si?

"You don't know, she is the original god, and she is also the god who was born from the origin of heaven and earth. At that time, the world didn't have these divisions. You can go to her and ask her after you leave the capital of killing."

"She chose to tell you because you have this ability now."

Feng fell silent, ignoring Qian Renling.

When Qian Renling walked out of the ruins, the fallen people who survived in the city of killing saw him, and their eyes burst into frenzy.

"King of Slaughter!"

In the extreme north, the snow-covered world is silvery white.In this silvery white, the Ice Clan and the Snow Clan established political power.

Belonging to the territory of the Ice Tribe, in an ice-blue palace is a miniature blue statue, the face is not clear, but with a little bit of coldness.

A woman in a blue robe knelt before the statue and said nothing.

She closed her eyes, her long blue hair was scattered on the ground uncombed, and she tightly held a 1.7-meter-long scepter in her hand. There was no gemstone on it, but blue lines.

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly opened her eyes, her purple eyes were devoid of emotion, but filled with peace.

If Qian Renling was present, he would definitely find that this person was Li Jiu'er whom he hadn't seen for more than two years.

Afterwards, she stood up, and the maids quickly brought her a cup of hot tea.

The gate of the palace was pushed open, and a handsome man with blue hair and blue eyes in silver armor walked in, "The patriarch, the high priest is sympathetic."

The beautiful purple eyes looked straight at him, like a pool of stagnant water without any ups and downs.

After a while, she stood up and went with him with the help of the maids.

Soon, they came to the core of the Ice Tribe, the altar of the Ice Tribe.The altar is a round platform of more than ten meters, with a blue hexagram circle painted on the ground.At the moment there are several women in blue robes standing above.

"Mother."

Li Jiu'er looked at one of them, her mother Yu Han.

"Jiu'er, how far is your assessment?"

"The fifth exam, there are four exams left."

Yu Han shook his head and sighed: "It's all my fault, it's too late to bring you back, Qi Yefei has already reached the seventh test, and the distance to becoming a god is getting closer and closer."

"The more difficult it gets to the end, she may not be able to become a god." Li Jiu'er said lightly, with a very indifferent tone.

The more she passed the ice and snow test, the colder her heart became.This change not only affected her heart, but even people were unknowingly affected.At this moment, Li Jiu'er was holy and cold, without any human emotion.

"Do you know that you two are the only ones who have obtained the Ice and Snow Nine Tests for thousands of years. In other words, you are both god-given martial souls."

Yu Han helplessly told the truth, "God's favored one."

"She and you must become gods, it just depends on the time of day."

Li Jiu'er raised her head, her purple eyes were filled with astonishment.

"Maybe I should tell you the truth about twenty years ago, Jiu'er."