Chapter 166: His Holiness the Pope, the Mystery of His Life and the Two Sacred Treasures

Six of the seven great priests have come, why don't you pull Qian Daoliu out!

This was the first thought that came to Ling Bai's mind.

The pressure from the four Spirit Hall priests was so great that when they joined forces it was like the sky falling. Snow Queen's brows were cold and with a flick of her finger, the Thousand Jun Demon Subduing Power instantly condensed into ice. Through the ice one could see the excitement jumping on their faces.

An old man in a golden robe and silver embroidered makeup walked out first. His whole body was covered with a layer of fine golden scales, and he had a huge long tail full of spikes behind him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, the second priest of the Spirit Hall, the ninety-eighth level Titled Douluo, and the Spirit of the Golden Crocodile King.

The Snow Queen took a step forward and blocked Ling Bai behind her. Her beautiful sky-blue eyes sank slightly. Heavy snow raged in Emperor Hantian's territory, scraping against the hard crocodile scales on the Golden Crocodile Douluo's body, making a sharp sound of metal colliding.

"roar--"

The Death Prison Bone Dragon roared, and its might swept across the world. The dragon claws that curved like the sickle of the God of Death were stained with a layer of scarlet. The Golden Crocodile Douluo had entered the danger zone, and the Death Prison Bone Dragon had an uncontrollable desire!

The scene was tense for a while. Facing the Snow Queen and the Death Prison Bone Dragon who were ready to go, the Golden Crocodile Douluo stopped, staring at Ling Bai on the top of the Death Prison Bone Dragon with a pair of vigorous golden eyes, bowed deeply, and said:

"I apologize to you on behalf of Qianjun Jiangmo.

They forgot one thing. We are the worshippers of the Spirit Hall and shoulder the responsibility of the guardian angel god. Relying on the evil power of Rakshasa to be resurrected does not mean becoming that woman's lackey.

We have all died once, and disobeying her orders is nothing more than dying again. Qianjun Jiangmo should not and cannot attack you as a descendant of angels, so you deserve this fate."

No more fighting?

After hearing this, Xue Di secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She has lost her flesh and blood body and soul bones, and her strength is only half of what it was in her prime. The four great priests are all top human beings. If the two sides fight with real swords and guns, Golden Crocodile Douluo can easily entangle her for a while and buy time for the other three. One Death Prison Bone Dragon cannot protect Ling Bai from the hands of the three great priests.

"Senior Golden Crocodile, please stand up. I understand that you are all helpless."

In the Spider Emperor's sensing detection, Golden Crocodile Douluo did not show any hostility, and Ling Bai also released a signal of goodwill.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood up slowly. He bowed not to Ling Bai, a junior, but to the Spirit Hall and the Angel Bloodline that he had protected all his life, and to his elder brother Qian Daoliu whom he had respected all his life.

"Can I... see your six-winged angel?" Golden Crocodile Douluo's lips moved, and he couldn't help but make a request.

Ling Bai spread his six angel wings and floated down to the ground. Although the true face of the six-winged angel behind him could not be seen clearly, it instantly attracted the attention of the four great priests.

"Yes...it's Xue'er!"

The fourth priest, Lion Douluo, was so excited that he burst into tears. He had no children in his life and looked at Qian Renxue as if she were his own granddaughter. He died to save Qian Renxue ten thousand years ago.

The third worshiper, Qingluan Douluo, was aloof, but his eyes were filled with tenderness as he looked at the angel's phantom. The fifth worshiper, Guangling Douluo, sighed to Ling Bai:

"My eldest brother's six-winged angel was inherited from the first generation of the Angel God, and your six-winged angel came from Xue'er. The angel light and shadow are also her aura. From a certain perspective, you are Xue'er's child."

"It doesn't seem very accurate…"

Ling Bai fell into deep thought. The six-winged angel belonged to the last angel god Qian Renxue. The problem was that there was also the Death Prison Spider Emperor. According to Guangling Douluo's logic, wasn't he the child of the mother and daughter? !

Can't think too much, dare not think too much!

After confirming the source of Ling Bai's bloodline, Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed: "Little guy, you inherited Xue'er's six-winged angel, that is the person we want to protect. If you have any wishes, we old guys will help you realize them!"

"Senior Golden Crocodile, I want to ask you two things." Ling Bai pointed outside Jialing City, "What is that person going to do by capturing me alive? Where are the Angel God Seat and the Rakshasa God Seat located?"

"this..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned: "I am the strongest among the resurrected Titled Douluo, and her orders are usually given directly to me. She wants to capture you because she wants to do something with you, and it seems to be related to Xue'er.

As for the two great thrones… when the Rakshasa God fell, the Angel throne was damaged. However, as a former Rakshasa God, she might know the whereabouts of her throne."

Ling Bai sighed softly and asked, "Can you ask her to come here to meet me?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo shook his head: "She was restricted by the power of Shura and trapped in the Land of the Fallen Gods and could not move, so she gave the order to capture you... In fact, it's not just her. We who were resurrected by the evil power of Rakshasa, our maximum range of activities is only Jialing City."

"I have to meet her..." Ling Bai sighed, "Since she wants to see me so much, please take me there, Senior."

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Ling Bai deeply. Through the previous communication, he had already understood why Ling Bai agreed to meet her. The temptation of the god's throne was enough to drive all the soul masters in Douluo Continent crazy, not to mention Ling Bai, the destined heir who was extremely suitable for the two god's thrones.

"Little guy, it's a good thing that you have this ambition. No matter what conflict you have with her in the future, we old guys will do our best to protect you."

Golden Crocodile Douluo left a word and flew into the air. The three great priests shattered the ice that sealed Qianjun Jiangmo. The two brothers were shivering with cold. Before they could react, they were hit by two big fights. Lion Douluo and Light Wing Douluo shot arrows left and right while cursing in a low voice:

"You two fools, you just did what I told you to do. How dare you attack the descendants of angels? Are you worthy of the Spirit Hall, worthy of your elder brother, and worthy of Xue'er!"

"We were wrong, please be gentle, Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother!"

The Death Prison Bone Dragon followed behind the Golden Crocodile Douluo, Ling Bai and Snow Empress stood above it. Snow Empress sent a voice message: "Can these guys be trusted? Will this trip be dangerous?"

Ling Bai replied in a voice transmission: "They were the worshippers of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago. Many of them died fighting for the last generation of angel gods, so they are quite loyal.

Besides, nothing in this world is 100% reliable. For our journey to godhood and for the two great god positions, we must take some risks to meet the resurrected Rakshasa God."

"Um."

Xue Di nodded slightly, the night breeze blowing against her face. She tucked her flying hair into a bundle and watched the figure beside her out of the corner of her eyes without saying another word.

Everyone left Jialing City and came to the ancient battlefield of Jialing Pass. Ten thousand years had passed, and the yellow sand had long since buried all traces of the war. This ancient site had become a landscape that made the soul masters sigh and lament.

From the moment the Death Prison Bone Dragon entered the battlefield airspace, Ling Bai found that a special domain space covered his entire body, like space folding, and the surroundings became unusually quiet.

There was a constant flow of power into the body in this space, a power mixed with death, evil and darkness. The Death Hell Spider Emperor's spirit seemed to have found its mother and began to become restless.

From a distance, they saw a white jade palace. Golden Crocodile Douluo smiled and said:

"This is the Spirit Hall. Although it was created by her using the evil power of Rakshasa, it can still show you our glory ten thousand years ago. At that time, it was truly a sacred place for spirit masters in the hearts of the people of Douluo Continent."

The entire Spirit Hall is carved from the finest white jade, and the walls are engraved with various ancient soul beasts. Ling Bai saw top-level soul beasts such as the Ice Jade Scorpion and the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, but did not see the relief of the Ice and Snow Girl. He could not help but tease the Snow Queen, saying that he would also build a power in the future and erect the largest sculpture for her.

According to the regulations of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago, the location of the Pope's Palace is lower than the Worship Hall where the seven priests live, but the entire space was created by one person, so there is no need to disgust himself. Therefore, in the space, the Pope's Palace stands on the top of the Spirit Hall.

Ling Bai pushed open the towering white jade door of the Pope's Palace. A lavender figure was seen sitting on the Pope's throne, which symbolized his supreme status. Thousands of years had not been able to leave any trace on her gorgeous face. Instead, her noble and cold elegance had become even more powerful, and she was so beautiful that it seemed as if she did not belong to the human world.

Ling Bai looked at the beautiful woman standing high above him, smiled faintly and walked forward:

"What should I call you?

senior?

Rakshasa?

Or...

Your Holiness the Pope."

The woman sat on the Pope's throne, her hands gently supporting her head. Her graceful body was outlined by the breastplate, forming an attractive curve. Her long, white legs were crossed. She looked at the handsome boy below with her beautiful eyes and opened her red lips slightly:

"This is the Spirit Hall."

"Your Holiness."

The woman smiled with satisfaction, and her majestic voice was transmitted to the Spirit Hall worshiper at the door: "You leave, I want to talk to him alone."

Golden Crocodile Douluo warned: "Bibi Dong, if you hurt this child, we brothers will definitely not let you go."

"Just you guys?" Bibi Dong said contemptuously, "Golden Crocodile, you can stand and talk now only because of my Rakshasa evil power. The dog you raised actually bared its teeth and threatened its owner?"

"I'm just stating our attitude, you know it very well." Golden Crocodile Douluo emphasized his tone and refused to give in.

"You old guys were causing me trouble ten thousand years ago, and you are still causing me trouble ten thousand years later. You only listen to the angels and ignore everyone else. You are so stubborn and stubborn."

Bibi Dong waved her hands in annoyance: "I've already hurt one child, I don't want to hurt another one."

"That's great."

Golden Crocodile Douluo left with the offerings and closed the door of the Pope's Palace.

In the magnificent Pope's Palace, only Bibi Dong, Ling Bai, Xue Di and the Death Prison Bone Dragon were left.

Bibi Dong curled up her lips, as if smiling: "If I remember correctly, you are less than fifteen years old, but you are quite capable. You solved the little trouble I left for you in the Sea of ​​Spirit and got a Titled Douluo-level undead creature as a thug.

This must be the Ice and Snow Girl from the Far North, who actually dedicated her soul rings and soul bones to humans, just like the little rabbit ten thousand years ago, and became a traitor to the soul beast clan."

The temperature dropped suddenly, and as Xue Di became furious, a layer of solid ice instantly formed on the ground of the Pope's Palace. However, the ice layer suddenly stopped at the feet of Bibi Dong, as if it had encountered some insurmountable chasm.

Ling Bai grabbed Xue Di's hand and pulled her behind him, his eyes burning as he said,

"Pope, Xue Di dedicated herself to the Far North Clan. She is my most important partner and protector. Please be careful with your words.

Why don't we just be direct and ask you why you want to see me?"

Bibi Dong straightened her body, her beautiful purple eyes rippled a little:

"Okay, then I won't beat around the bush with you. I want you to find the owner of the Holy Angel Martial Spirit and bring her to me."

"Holy Angel..."

Ling Bai narrowed his eyes: "Why?"

Bibi Dong's expression revealed a trace of reminiscence, and she slowly said: "In the battle between the two gods at Jialing Pass, Xue'er and I were defeated by Tang San and Xiao Wu. I paid the price of my life to help Xue'er block the fatal blow of the Shura Sword, but Xue'er's divine position was still shattered, and her soul power stagnated at level 89 for the rest of her life.

The Rakshasa throne is intact. I did not choose a successor to the god, so it has been by my side, constantly absorbing the evil thoughts of the Douluo Continent. After about a hundred years, I regained a trace of consciousness. "

Hearing this, a light flashed in Ling Bai's eyes. Xue Di also caught the details in Bibi Dong's words, and her beautiful sky-blue eyes shone brightly.

Bibi Dong continued, "A hundred years later, the world has changed dramatically. The Spirit Hall no longer exists. Only the two empires and the rising Shrek Academy remain. I can't speak or move, and can only watch everything that happens on this ancient battlefield in silence.

A few months later, Xue'er came. Tang San kept his promise and let her go. That day was my memorial day, and she came to pay tribute to me, the incompetent mother.

Xue'er said a lot to me. As a Soul Douluo, she was about to reach the end of her life, but she was worried about one thing. From Qian Daoliu to Qian Xunji and then to her, the six-winged angel spirit was passed down from generation to generation, but she had already sealed her heart and locked away her love, and failed to pass on the six-winged angel spirit.

Perhaps it was fate that she picked up an abandoned baby in Jialing City, and gave the remaining six-winged angel blood in her body to the child. This was the first generation of holy angels, and also a weakened six-winged angel.

Xue'er died in front of me. I wanted to hug her, but I could only watch in vain. Later, I tried my best to use the Rakshasa evil power to revive a soldier of the Wuhun Empire and ordered him to bury Xue'er's body, including the six soul bones of the Angel God Armor and the Angel God's artifact, the Angel Holy Sword.

In the following ten thousand years, I slowly accumulated strength, and I kept thinking about the child who would inherit Xue'er's bloodline. Until that year, a couple abandoned a child, who happened to be where Xue'er was buried. He was not destined to die, and he actually triggered the angel's holy sword to merge with himself.

The Holy Sword of Angels is the artifact of the God of Angels. In addition, it has absorbed the power of Xue'er's corpse and other angel divine armor. The six-winged angel blood contained in it is purer than what Xue'er injected into the child's body.

I suddenly had an idea. I wanted to meet the descendant of Xue'er's bloodline, but I and the person who was resurrected by the evil power of Rakshasa could not leave Jialing City. I might as well let this child help me. I put the Rakshasa magic sickle into his body, so that he had my power, and then watched him being taken away by the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, where he would get the best conditions to grow.

I believe that when he finds out that he is related to the two gods of the Spirit Hall, he will definitely return to Jialing Pass. This is the guidance of fate..."