Douluo: Starting from transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen

Chapter 113 The Last Struggle of the God of Angels,

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the golden bead.

A strong holy aura emanated from this golden bead.

This strong holy power is vaguely similar to the remaining consciousness of the God of Angels who has been beheaded by him.

Could it be?

Lin Fan slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the golden bead floating in front of his eyes.

Om-!
The golden bead suddenly trembled violently in Lin Fan's hand!

A strong resistance was constantly breaking free from Lin Fan's clutches.

Lin Fan stared at the golden bead carefully, frowning slightly, concentrating his consciousness on this bead.

"interesting."

Lin Fan studied it a bit, and found that there was no consciousness in this bead, but the power fluctuations like the god of angels gathered on this bead!

And this power fluctuates quite well, even stronger than the consciousness of the God of Angels I saw just now!

"Could it be? This is the inheritance of the God of Angels in Qian Renxue's body?"

Lin Fan held the golden bead tightly with one hand, and groped his chin with the other, muttering to himself.

Only this kind of explanation can make sense, why the consciousness of the god of angels has been pierced by himself, but Qian Renxue still has this golden bead containing the power of the god of angels in his body.

If this is the case, then there is no test for Qian Renxue's Nine Trials of the God of Angels?
In other words, Qian Renxue only needs to inherit the inheritance of the God of Angels all the way?
A trace of unknown meaning flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

This kind of thing beyond his control cannot be completely handed over to Qian Renxue.

In case the God of Angels faked his death and took advantage of Qian Renxue's becoming a god, it would be a very troublesome thing to take Qian Renxue back and seek revenge on him.

A ray of red light burst out from Lin Fan's eyes, directly shining on the struggling golden bead in his hand.

hum! ! !
The beads struggled more violently in Lin Fan's hands.

It was as if the bead had its own consciousness, avoiding Lin Fan's spiritual injection.

"Hmph! As expected, I knew it, you old bastard is not dead!"

A trace of coldness appeared on Lin Fan's face instantly.

In the insect net, the scarlet light spots with Lin Fan as the center branched out countless threads, connecting to Lin Fan's spiritual light spots.

Lin Fan's eyes flickered for a while, and he instantly felt that his mind was clear.

At this moment, the eyes can see through all the origins of this world!
Nothing to hide!

The spirit of the master is condensed!
At this moment, in Lin Fan's eyes, the golden bead in his hand turned into a golden light source, condensing together in Lin Fan's hands.

Every minute, countless golden sources are dispersed and merged into Qian Renxue's spiritual world.

Lin Fan slowly blessed his spiritual power into his eyes, and in Lin Fan's eyes, this ball of golden essence was once again deprived of a coat.

At the very center of the golden energy cluster, a barely visible red light spot is entrenched inside the golden source.

There was nothing to hide under Lin Fan's gaze.

"Oh, I found out, old man."

Lin Fan grinned at the corner of his mouth, turning his spiritual power into a scarlet thread, slowly pouring it into the golden energy source, and extending towards the most central part.

Lin Fan carefully manipulated his movements.

After all, this group of golden origin is the remaining power of the God of Angels, which is quite good for him, and even more useful for Qian Renxue!
The red light spot seemed to feel something, and kept jumping.

But the golden origin in turn suppressed this red light spot tightly, unable to turn over a wave.

The scarlet spiritual power extended by Lin Fan gradually stretched in, completely devouring the red spot of light!

hum!
The golden source instantly lit up a bright golden light, and the purest energy spread out instantly!
A part of it even follows Lin Fan's spiritual power and is about to merge into it.

Lin Fan hurriedly controlled his mental strength and got out.

Just kidding, my spiritual power comes from the Zerg units under me. These golden sources are completely useless to me.

It can neither be used to strengthen one's spiritual strength, nor can it be used to temper one's physical strength.

It's better to keep it and strengthen it for Qian Renxue.

After all, the stronger his subordinates are, the stronger he is, right?

Lin Fan watched the scarlet and gold completely blend together, and nodded in satisfaction in the constantly intertwined world, and withdrew his spiritual power from Qian Renxue's spiritual world.

Enshrined in the hall.

An old man with white hair and dignified complexion was closing his eyes to rest, when suddenly his whole body was shaken, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The old man had no waves in his eyes, and looked at the empty hall in front of him.

Shen Sheng said: "Come out."

Looking carefully, there was a trace of coldness and disgust in the depths of the old man's eyes.

It's just that the old man buried these emotions deeply and didn't show them on his face.

boom--!
Behind the old man suddenly rose a spirit of martial arts, and a seraph with six pairs of golden wings floated out.

The angel spirit escaped from the old man's body, and slowly flew to the old man's body!

But the old man was not surprised by the scene in front of him, took a sip of the hot tea in front of him.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

The angel Wuhun in front of the old man looked a little ugly, and a voice that was neither male nor female floated out: "There is something wrong with Qian Renxue's angel Wuhun."

Bang! ! !
The old man knocked heavily on the teacup in his hand, his eyes sharpened suddenly.

Staring at the angel Wuhun in front of him, he asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

"I can't feel my consciousness anymore."

Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What about Xiaoxue's angel spirit?"

The God of Angels was silent.

The face bathed in the golden light seemed a bit gloomy to the old man at this moment.

The old man frowned frivolously, with a slightly surprised look on his face.

Then, as if remembering something, he raised his head and laughed loudly, picked up the tea on the table and continued to taste it carefully.

The tasteless tea on weekdays is actually very sweet in the mouth at this time, and every sip is full of the fragrance of fragrant tea.

Angel Martial Soul's voice was extremely indifferent, "Qian Daoliu, don't be too happy. Help me kill that person, otherwise."

Qian Daoliu seemed not to hear, and slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

Smacking his mouth lightly, as if tasting some peerless delicacy.

Then he said slowly: "Otherwise? Are you qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

"you!"

Angel Wuhun was suddenly very angry, and looked at Qian Daoliu closely.

But he found that Qian Daoliu's eyes were full of coldness and mockery.

"Okay, okay! Don't regret it! Humble mortal!"

(End of this chapter)