Douluo: Starting from the Nine-Curved Vine Dragon

Chapter 434 Two Generations of Rakshasa
"Only by killing yourself will I truly die."

"But can you really bring yourself to do it?"

"You can't bring yourself to do it, huh? Well, let me help you. Maybe I'll let you see what you look like now, and then you might be able to do it."

Qian Xunji's voice echoed in Bibi Dong's mind.

The room was filled with smoke.

When the smoke cleared, she found herself no longer in a sealed room, but in a bathroom filled with steam.

Bibi Dong lowered her head, and through the misty water, she saw her reflection on the surface of the water.

Her ferocious face with blue eyes and fangs was the ugly appearance she had after inheriting the title of Rakshasa God.

"This, this is me, no, it's not...it's not!"

wow~
The Rakshasa scythe blade sliced ​​across the water's surface, creating huge ripples that disrupted the reflections.

A few breaths later, the ripples subsided, the water returned to calm, and Bibi Dong's reflection reappeared on the surface.

This time, however, the reflection on the water was not the ugly and ferocious appearance of the previous blue-faced, fanged creature, but a magnificent and beautiful face that surpassed all others.

"gorgeous."

Qian Xunji's voice reappeared, and his face appeared on the water's surface, overlapping with Bibi Dong's reflection.

"A teacher would be moved by such a beautiful disciple. Even if that good-for-nothing hadn't appeared, what was going to happen would still have happened. It's just that the appearance of that good-for-nothing brought it forward."

“We are master and disciple in name, husband and wife in reality, and we share the same bloodline, Xiaoxue. This is my destiny as the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and it is also your destiny as the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall.”

These words echoed in Bibi Dong's mind again and again.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

The purplish-black Rakshasa divine power emerged, and the Rakshasa divine armor was once again worn by Bibi Dong. Her peerless beauty returned to its original blue-faced and fanged appearance.

Holding two Rakshasa scythes in his hands, he swung them, unleashing crisscrossing, purplish-black blades that turned the bathroom into ruins.

Bibi Dong thought she could escape the past this way, but a misty white fog appeared in the bathroom that had become ruins.

A few breaths later, the white mist dissipated, and the bathroom, which she had destroyed into ruins, was restored to its original state. The difference was that the hot water in the bathtub had turned into cold water, and without the water vapor that obscured the view, Bibi Dong's reflection on the water surface was more clearly visible.

On the water's surface, Qian Xunji's face once again overlapped with Bibi Dong's reflection, and he said:

"Look, you used to be so gentle, but now..."

"No wonder that good-for-nothing prefers his sister to you."

"Shut up! Shut up..." Bibi Dong swung her Rakshasa scythe again, turning the bathroom into ruins.

……

This happened repeatedly, countless times, until Bibi Dong's eyes became numb, and even her resentment towards Qian Xunji could no longer make her interested in picking up the Rakshasa Scythe.

"Tired, destroy!"

The sounds of a man and a woman echoed in the bathroom; they were both spoken by Qian Xunji and by Bibi Dong herself.

outside world.

Bibi Dong slowly raised the Rakshasa scythe in her right hand, the blade pointing at her throat, ready to fall at any moment.

The scythe slowly fell, getting closer and closer to her throat. Just as the gleaming blade was about to slice into her throat, the instinct for survival allowed Bibi Dong to temporarily regain a sliver of clarity.

However, it was too late to recover now. Lin Rong suddenly plucked the strings of the harp with force, and the invisible sound waves propagated through the air, vibrating on the Rakshasa scythe that was about to fall on his throat.

It sounded like something was being cut. The blade of the Rakshasa scythe was so sharp that it encountered no resistance when it cut off Bibi Dong's own head.

God, being beheaded does not leave death, as long as the head can be reattached in time. But the prerequisite is that it can be reattached and there must be no force that hinders the healing of the wound between the head and the body.

The wounds inflicted by the Rakshasa Scythe are not easily healed, and even Bibi Dong herself, as the Rakshasa God and the owner of the divine weapon Rakshasa Scythe, is not exempt.

This is similar to a venomous snake, which, despite possessing highly potent venom, is not entirely immune to its own deadly poison.

The Dugu family, who possess the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul, are the best example.

It takes time to remove the power of the Rakshasa scythe from the wound, and that time is enough for Bibi Dong, whose head has been cut off, to die completely.

This means that even if Lin Rong and the old steward didn't finish the job and let Bibi Dong do whatever she wanted, it would be to no avail, and they couldn't change their inevitable fate of dying.

However, if you can finish off the enemy, why give them another chance?

call out! call out! call out……

As the barrier dissipated, the five divine kitchen knives delivered the final blow to Bibi Dong, prematurely ending her pitiful and tragic life.

Having lost all life, the wound inflicted by the Rakshasa scythe instantly melted Bibi Dong's corpse into a pool of filthy blood.

Only six soul bones that had been upgraded to Rakshasa Divine Armor, three different types of storage soul tools, and the divine Rakshasa Scythe remained.

"Rakshasa God, no, it should be called the First Rakshasa God, stop hiding, come out."

Lin Rong stared at the two Rakshasa scythes suspended in mid-air. The Destruction Scepter appeared in his hand, and black destructive power emanated from it, seemingly intending to spread to the Rakshasa scythes.

The Rakshasa scythe flickered a few times, seemingly fearing the power of the God of Destruction. After a few breaths, a purplish-black smoke condensed, and a blurry figure appeared within it.

"I am merely the remnant divine consciousness of the first Rakshasa God. Strictly speaking, I am not a Rakshasa God, because the true Rakshasa God has long since perished."

After hearing this, Lin Rong calmly asked:

"Whether you are the first Rakshasa God or not is irrelevant, but you should have the memories of the first Rakshasa God, so I want to ask, how did your original self and the first Angel God perish?"

"Although I have some guesses about this matter, I can only guess that it is related to the first Asura God. Perhaps the death of the first Angel God also involves other gods in the God Realm who hold the power of judgment."

After listening, the Rakshasa Divine Sense remained silent for a moment, then asked:

If I told you, would you let me continue to exist?

"No." Upon hearing this, Lin Rong answered without hesitation:

"So you can choose not to say it. At worst, I'll conquer the God Realm later and ask the First Asura God myself."

"Good, so straightforward..." Rakshasa was startled.

She had assumed that the other party would at least feign compliance, make a promise first, and then go back on their word later.

But I didn't expect to get such a straightforward answer.

This left Rakshasa God of Thought at a loss for what to do.

After a moment, she asked with one last hope:

"Can't you really give me a chance to live?"

(End of this chapter)