Douluo: Mr. Six of the Qibao Glazed Sect - Chapter 324

c323 After the war

“I am a god and I will never die. I am a god and I will never die.”

“Wait for me, you all wait for me, I will take revenge, I will, I will take revenge.”

Bibi Dong’s roars continued to be heard from the blazing blood flames, but Shen Jianxin just watched all this with cold eyes.

It wasn’t that Shen Jianxin was enjoying the pleasure of destroying Bibi Dong, but that he simply couldn’t kill Bibi Dong quickly.

After reaching level 100 and becoming a god, the god’s life will be placed on the god’s throne. The god’s throne is immortal and the god is immortal.

However, all divine thrones are transformed by rules. If you want to destroy the divine throne, you must naturally use more powerful rules to counteract it.

But Shen Jianxin now only has the strength of a god, but does not have the rules of a god.

This means that Shen Jianxin can physically destroy Bibi Dong, but he cannot prevent Bibi Dong from resurrecting and making a comeback with the help of the power of the god.

“That’s all, Xiao Wu is cheap.”

After thinking for a long time, Shen Jianxin came up with a way, which was to use Xiao Wu’s mother as the container for the Rakshasa god.

Just like Xiao Wu in the original work, he serves as a container for the Shura Sword that carries Shura’s divine power.

Although there are differences between the two, the specific differences are not big.

Moreover, Xiao Wu’s mother’s soul bone had long been tempered by Bibi Dong to become part of the Rakshasa Divine Armor, and her soul ring had also been tainted with Bibi Dong’s aura due to Bibi Dong’s constant use.

Combining the two, Xiao Wu and her mother can definitely become the best container for the Rakshasa god.

Just as he said, Shen Jianxin used blood flames to physically destroy Bibi Dong and manifest the Rakshasa god.

Then, from the remains of Bibi Dong, I found the part of the Rakshasa costume that had a similar aura to Xiao Wu.

Bibi Dong’s soul was extracted from the Rakshasa God’s throne, and then Xiao Wu’s mother’s soul ring was extracted, fused with the part of the Rakshasa divine outfit transformed from her soul bone, and finally a large amount of Shura divine power was injected into it, using blood Refined by flames.

The divine power of Shura provides energy, the blood flame replenishes Qi and blood, and the blue silver sheng injects life into it.

Time passes day by day, and seven, seventy-nine days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Through some operations by Shen Jianxin, a brand new purple-red giant sickle-shaped spiritual weapon emerged from the burning blood flames.

Yes, it is a spiritual weapon, not a complete resurrection as previously imagined.

After all, Xiao Wu’s mother was killed by Bibi Dong. She was not a voluntary sacrifice, so her soul was naturally defective.

In addition, Bibi Dong did not specifically protect the remnant soul of Xiaowu’s mother over the years, which resulted in her remnant soul being almost annihilated. It was later tempered by Bibi Dong when she became a god at level 100.

To be honest, the fact that Shen Jianxin was able to find a remnant of her soul and then forge this spiritual weapon was the result of Shen Jianxin’s full strength.

Shen Jianxin reached out and held the purple-red giant scythe in his hand, and finally integrated the embodied Rakshasa god into the joint between the giant scythe blade and the sickle shaft, forming a lifelike purple-red eye.

“Boy, you can’t kill me.”

Bibi Dong’s voice came out from the purple eyes again.

Shen Jianxin frowned slightly and injected a large amount of Shura power into the giant scythe. The giant scythe shook slightly and his purple eyes slowly closed.

“Ma Dan, it’s so troublesome if you don’t become a god. You can’t save those you want to save, and you can’t kill those you want to kill.”

“Kenshin, you’re already fine.”

A weak voice came, and Bo Saixi supported the pale Sword Douluo and slowly walked to Shen Jianxin’s side.

Shen Jianxin quickly supported Sword Douluo’s other side: “Master, didn’t I ask you to cultivate well? Why did you run out again?”

Sword Douluo shook his head and chuckled: “The Divine Sword was destroyed, and I suffered a backlash. I can’t recover through cultivation.”

“Only the day when the Divine Sword is reforged will my injuries be fully recovered.”

Shen Jianxin said firmly: “Don’t worry, Master, I will definitely find the materials for you to cast the divine sword and help you recover as soon as possible.”

Sword Douluo waved his hand: “I will find the sword-making materials myself, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Bo Saixi on the side smiled and said, “I will accompany him, so you don’t have to worry.”

Shen Jianxin frowned slightly: “But.”

Sword Douluo patted Shen Jianxin on the shoulder: “Don’t worry, Bibi Dong has become like this. No one in this world can pose a threat to me.”

Shen Jianxin sighed: “It’s a pity that we don’t have the means to kill her completely for the time being.”

Sword Douluo shook his head slightly: “No, I think this is already good.”

“Don’t forget, she is Xiaoxue’s biological mother after all. Anyone in the world can kill her, but you can’t.”

Shen Jianxin lowered his head and looked at the magic sickle in his hand: “Forget it, let’s do this for now. We will discuss how to deal with this magic sickle after we go back.”

Sword Douluo and Bo Saixi looked at each other and said, “You can go back alone, the two of us won’t be going back for the time being.”

Bo Saixi smiled slightly and said, “This world is so big. I want to see it and accompany your master to collect some materials for forging the divine sword.”

Shen Jianxin was stunned for a moment, with a look of understanding, he nodded heavily and said, “Disciple, I would like to wish Master and Master a happy journey.”

Bo Saixi’s face suddenly turned red and she stopped talking.

Sword Douluo nodded with a smile on his face, “Get out of here when you’re done, don’t disturb us anymore.”

A week later, Shen Jianxin returned to the Angel Empire and saw his daughter for the first time.

“who are you?”

When they met for the first time, Angel Xinxue pulled Qian Renxue’s clothes, hid behind her, and asked Shen Jianxin cautiously.

Looking at the little girl with golden-red hair behind Qian Renxue, Shen Jianxin was filled with excitement. The connection between blood made him recognize his daughter immediately.

“I, I am.”

Qian Renxue smiled slightly, took Angel Xinxue’s little hand, and pulled her in front of Shen Jianxin.

“He is your father, King Zhenyuan who pacified His Highness, Shen Jianxin.”

Shen Jianxin’s nose felt sour, and she knelt down and hugged the little angel Xinxue into her arms.

Feeling the warmth in Shen Jianxin’s arms and the inexplicable sense of familiarity, Angel Xinxue also let down her guard, opened her little hands and hugged Shen Jianxin’s neck: “Dad.”

“Well, dad is here, dad is here.”

His eyes gradually became moist, and tears of happiness fell from the corners of Shen Jianxin’s eyes.

Qian Renxue looked at the father and daughter in front of her with a smile: “Like me, innate soul power level 20, martial spirit twelve-winged seraph, first level god, inheritor of the God of Fire.”

Shen Jianxin was stunned for a moment, then held Angel Xinxue’s shoulders with both hands, and then discovered that there was a vague flame shadow in the center of her smooth forehead.

“Okay, okay.”

Qian Renxue smiled and said: “The right leg soul bone of the Fire Dragon King that you asked Rongrong to send back is very useful. This is also one of the main reasons why Xingxue was able to gain the support of the Fire God.”

Shen Jianxin was stunned for a moment: “What about the left leg bone of the Water Dragon King?”

Qian Renxue glanced at Shen Jianxin: “You are so big-hearted, don’t you know that Rongrong is also pregnant with your child?”