On Yu Xiaogang's body, seven blood-colored soul rings flickered, like ice and snow melting, quickly assimilated by the power of sacred light gushing out of his body, turning into a fluid-like golden stream of light, blending into the golden light mist that illuminated most of the Rakshasa secret realm.
among.
It's a pity that everyone's attention was attracted by Yu Xiaogang's actions and did not notice his soul ring. Otherwise, they would have discovered that although Yu Xiaogang only had seven soul rings, his seventh ring actually had six golden rings.
Pattern.
The reason is mainly because his seventh soul ring comes from the Bright Holy Dragon Pill presented by Ma Hongjun. With its quality of more than 600,000 years, even if it is just an illusion, to Yu Xiaogang, it is
A great opportunity.
And this also allowed Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao to completely refine each other, and the other six soul rings also transformed into one hundred thousand years.
In an instant, as the golden light mist descended, Bibi Dong's unrecognizable body suddenly froze, and her soul, which was already suffering in the burning fire, seemed to fly up to heaven, accompanied by the refreshing fragrance of orchid and musk, making her drowsy.
The feeling instantly hit Bibi Dong's heart.
"No, Xiaogang, I don't want it, I want you to live."
Bibi Dong took the initiative to give up resistance. As a crisp cracking sound sounded from her body, the drowsy feeling in her heart suddenly became clear. She said urgently: "Ma Hongjun, you and Xiaogang have the best relationship. Stop him quickly.
Come on, I beg you."
"..., he is in the valley behind you."
Hu Liena's voice came from a distance, and as the purple-gold butterflies gathered, they quickly transformed into Hu Liena's figure.
In the golden mist, Yu Xiaogang, who had merged with Luo Sanpao and transformed into a holy dragon of light, looked at the unrecognizable Bibi Dong with a stunned look on his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Dong, Dong'er, what she said is true.
? Do we really have a child of our own?"
Bibi Dong cried: "Yes, Xiaogang, do you still remember Yelin City?"
"That was one of our best memories, so Tian Ling's pseudonym is Qian Yelin, and her nickname is Beibei. She is our baby."
"Xiao Gang, promise me not to do stupid things, live well and take good care of our Beibei, okay?"
"I have been burdened by my teacher all my life. I have done all kinds of bad things and deserved to die. But you and Beibei are innocent, and I don't want to implicate you."
"When I first set foot on Jade Dragon Mountain, I asked your father and eldest brother to keep it a secret for me and not to tell you about it."
"Xiao Gang, promise me that you must live."
"Beibei is in this valley. After I die, you can go in and see him. He will know that you are his father."
"Beibei has inherited your Holy Dragon of Light, Luo Sanpao. From now on, you must teach him well and don't let him follow my old path, and don't avenge me..."
At the same time, as Shui Bing'er walked towards Bibi Dong, layers of freezing ice spread from her feet, extending all the way to Bibi Dong's feet, until half of her body was frozen.
Immediately afterwards, Shui Bing'er stepped forward, without any hesitation, pulled out the Shura Demonic Sword inserted into Bibi Dong's chest, and thrust it into her own chest.
"Xiaojun, I'm here!"
At this moment, the blood-colored light of the Shura Demonic Sword suddenly surged, and with a ding sound, Shui Bing'er was instantly ejected ten feet away. As the golden-red flames spurted out from the sword, it transformed into the figure of Ma Hongjun, who stepped forward to hold her tightly.
Hugged him tightly into his arms.
"Fool, what are you doing? I'm not dead yet, why do you do something stupid?"
Shui Bing'er hugged Ma Hongjun's broad back tightly and said in tears: "It's great, Xiaojun, you are still alive, wuwu, I thought you were already, wuwu..."
Ma Hongjun gently stroked Shui Bing'er's silky hair, as if he wanted to squeeze her soft body into his body, and said softly: "Fool, we agreed to be together forever, how could I be willing to leave you?"
Woolen cloth?"
"Also, let me tell you a little secret. I have just successfully destroyed Bibi Dong's Rakshasa mark. Even if she is lucky enough to survive, she will no longer be able to inherit the position of Rakshasa god. Are you happy?"
"Pfft!"
Shui Bing'er burst into tears and smiled, gently caressing Ma Hongjun's old face with white hair as white as snow. With a look of pity, he condensed a side of ice that could reflect a person's face out of thin air, and coldly snorted: "See for yourself, I'll give it to you."
An opportunity to reorganize the language, see it clearly before speaking."
Shui Bing'er knew that Ma Hongjun was able to break Bibi Dong's Rakshasa mark. In addition to her giving up the resistance just now, she must also have secretly used the power of the Phoenix God King. However, this was a secret and they only needed to know it themselves.
However, Ma Hongjun burned the origin of his martial soul, and now his hair has become gray, the fire of life is dim, and he looks like an old man in his eighties or nineties, but he is clearly showing it in front of her, and he still wants to lie to her.
?
Shui Bing'er could only say, "Huh, keep making it up."
"this!"
Ma Hongjun was startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "Bing'er, please listen to my excuses, oh no, explain."
In the God Realm, Rakshasa Temple, Rakshasa God's apricot eyes were full of evil, half leaning on the arms of Shura God Michael, beating his chest hard with his weak fists, and said in a hateful voice: "You, you, you, senior brother, you
Compensate my descendants, compensate my descendants."
On the throne of the Rakshasa God, God Shura held the slender waist of the Rakshasa God, and did not stop him from venting his grievances. He said expressionlessly: "You must understand, Rakshasa, it is not me who wants to stop you, but the God Realm."
The law is like this. As a god, even if you are facing your own descendant, you cannot interfere in the fight between the descendants of the god at will."
Rakshasa said: "Brother, since we ascended to the divine realm, we have been fighting openly and secretly for at least three thousand years, right? I don't understand you yet?"
"You must have taken a liking to that Ma Hongjun, so you deliberately protected him."
"Bibi Dong has entered the Rakshasa Secret Realm, which is my mother's territory. Facing my successor, according to the laws of the God Realm, I can come to the Rakshasa Secret Realm when she accepts the inheritance."
"Tell me, why are you trying to stop me from rescuing her? Are you saying you don't want to pick peaches along the way and rob the descendant of that vulgar fellow Vulcan?"
God Shura grabbed the catkin of God Rakshasa, his dead fish eyes showed a trace of tenderness in vain, and said lightly: "You know the rules, are you playing word games with me?"
"You should understand even if I don't tell you that only when the inheritor's affinity with the gods exceeds 100% and accepts the inheritance, the soul of the god of inheritance can come to the place of inheritance and give him a certain degree of guidance."
"Let me ask you, Rakshasa, does Bibi Dong's affinity with gods exceed 100%?"
"Huh, trash!"
The Rakshasa God snorted coldly with an angry and arrogant look on his face, but did not refute.
It took Bibi Dong twenty-five years to complete the first eight tests of his Rakshasa, and his affinity with the gods could reach one hundred, and there was no such thing as exceeding the limit.
Unlike the descendants of Poseidon, who had already completed seven tests in just five years, how could it be possible for her to gain over-limit affinity with gods just by doing this?
What's even more annoying is that when Bibi Dong was about to die, instead of quickly thinking about inheriting the throne and maybe turning defeat into victory, her first thought was to run to see the child she had with her lover. She really deserved to die.
God Shura continued: "Also, the divine thoughts left by the gods in the lower world can help their descendants to a certain extent, but what about you?"
"All the spiritual thoughts you left in the lower world were used to cause destruction to me and the God of Angels. Do you still have spiritual thoughts to help your descendants?"
The God of Rakshasa hummed softly: "Senior brother, it has been three thousand years in the divine world and more than one million years in the lower world. Is it easy for me to find such a successor?"
"I don't care, you are the law enforcer, you have to cover for me. Even if it violates the laws of the God Realm this time, I will save my descendant, give her the inheritance mark again, and let her inherit my divine throne. This is
you owe me."
As the Rakshasa God spoke, the terrifying evil murderous aura rippled wildly, and his soul separated from his body, only to be pushed back into his body by the Shura God.
"What are you doing?" Rakshasa God shouted.
More than a million years ago, Rakshasa Pandora was willing to be humiliated by giant dragons and beasts for the sake of the Douluo Planet human race, as well as for her father, the Human Emperor, and her favorite senior brother.
That humiliating experience was the key to his transformation into the Rakshasa God, and it was also the eternal pain in the Shura God's heart. Otherwise, how could he tolerate him constantly causing trouble for him?
God Shura hugged the delicate body of God Rakshasa tightly and said coldly: "You can't go, Rakshasa, and I won't watch you break the law knowingly."
The Rakshasa God shouted fiercely: "Let me go. Where were you when I was being insulted in turn? Why didn't you come to save me? I hate you, senior brother."
"I won't let you go!"
God Shura shouted sharply, and his voice suddenly became gentle, "I'm sorry, Rakshasa, it's my senior brother's fault for not protecting you and my senior sister, but I am already a law enforcer in the God Realm, how can I watch you know and break the law?"
?Sanctioned by the God Realm Committee?”
"But that is my descendant. No one can kill her without my permission." Rakshasa God roared.
"Listen to me, Rakshasa!"
Although the Rakshasa God struggled, the Shura God still hugged him tightly and said softly: "Bibi Dong's Rakshasa mark is broken. This seems to be a bad thing now, but the relationship between Ma Hongjun and her is so complicated. If
It's possible that he won't take the life of your descendant easily."
"Let's see again, shall we, Rakshasa?"
The rigid body of the Rakshasa God softened slightly, but he still refused to give up. He hummed, "See for yourself, is that still a human being? How has she been burned?"
Shura Shendao: "Although I don't know what will happen to Bibi Dong, I feel that although your Rakshasa Queen will die, Bibi Dong may not."
"And this doesn't seem to be a bad thing for you."
"What do you mean?" Rakshasa said.
God Shura shook his head and said: "I don't know either, but I just feel that this might be able to free you, and it might actually be a good thing for you."
"Really?"
The Rakshasa God raised his head and said, with bright red lips and a red skirt spread messily on the throne.