Douluo: Emerald Poison King

Chapter 260 Angel God, Thousand

"Hello, young soul master."

The Angel God's voice was very gentle, and coupled with her delicate appearance, she looked like a big sister next door, without any of the airs of a strong person or the aura of a god. But Chen Ming could feel the great power and luck from the Angel God's body.

That power exceeded that of Emperor Tian and that of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Soul Master who seemed to be close to the god level. From the perspective of Chen Ming, who had seen many gods and divine powers, the angel god that now appeared in front of him had the power of at least a third-level god or even a second-level god.

The power accumulated in my body might be only one percent of what the other party has at this moment?

"You are quite strong. Although you are not a Titled Douluo, your body and spirit are very strong. It's just that you look like you are in your prime, not about to die. So why did you come to the Douluo Palace?"

Because Chen Ming came in with the Holy Sword of Angels, although the Angel God saw that Chen Ming did not follow the rules, he still did not show any overly excited emotions, but asked gently.

"Greetings, Angel God." Facing such a big boss, Chen Ming bowed respectfully and then introduced himself.

He briefly said that he was an ordinary soul master, who had gained some opportunities and then had a connection with the world consciousness. Under the guidance of the world consciousness, he saved Qian Renxue, the descendant of the Angel God. During this period, he encountered the power of the Rakshasa God and the Shura God, etc.
He also emphasized that Qian Daoliu was worried about problems with the Angel God because he had been unable to contact the Angel God after mobilizing the Angel God's divine power. He entered the Douluo Palace only because he was entrusted by Qian Daoliu, and the Holy Angel Sword could testify for him.

The angel god listened quietly, and his brows frowned unconsciously.

After Chen Ming finished speaking, the Angel God looked down at the Angel Holy Sword in his hand. After receiving the Angel Holy Sword's reply, he looked at Chen Ming again with a somewhat unclear look in his eyes.

The angel god placed the angel holy sword in the void beside him. The sacred aura on his body surged, and golden light shone on Chen Ming, nourishing Chen Ming's body.

After looking at Chen Ming for a while, the angel god made his request.

"Young Soul Master, can I see your memory?"

"." Chen Ming glanced at the Angel God and put on a gentle but polite smile on his face.

"I'll do it myself." Chen Ming held his breath and concentrated, controlling his mental power. He cut off a small part of the spiritual power that recorded his memories at his fingertips, and then handed it to the angel god.

In order to show his sincerity, Chen Ming briefly recorded the aura of various divine powers he had encountered.

After checking, the Angel God's expression changed several times, then he put his hands together, and a ray of light surged out from the Angel Holy Sword and poured into the golden ancient tree. A subtle force surged out from the Douluo Palace, and after quickly circling in the Wuhun City, it immediately returned to the Douluo Palace.

With the return of this divine thought, the angel god's face turned extremely bad.

"My original body has fallen. Sure enough, my guess was correct."

Although most people cannot accept the fact that they are dead, the Angel God seems to have been prepared for this kind of thing. Although his brows were furrowed, he did not lose control of his emotions.

"Xiao Ming, can I call you that?"

"Of course you can. You are the angel god, the faith of Douluo Continent." After being called Xiao Ming so many times, Chen Ming no longer cares about this aspect.

When the Angel God heard Chen Ming's words, he just sighed helplessly and shook his head.

"I don't actually want to become the faith in the hearts of Douluo people, but I had no choice at that time. I just followed the times, followed my heart, and followed humanity."

"When I reached the pinnacle unconsciously, I had already become the omnipotent angel god in people's mouths. Even though I had accomplished what I wanted, for the sake of the people and for the sake of humanity, I still dared not relax at all." "If I had a choice, I actually wanted to spend my life as an ordinary person. But that kind of thing was too luxurious in our era. Perhaps even if I hadn't become an angel god, I still couldn't live an ordinary life in that era."

The Angel God was silent as he recalled his past before he became a god, but he adjusted his spirit after a moment.

"Xiao Ming, although in theory the Douluo Palace does not allow non-Title Douluo level spirit masters to enter, once they enter they cannot leave alive. But the fact is that the dead are alive, and at the moment of this situation, neither you nor this generation's great priest did anything wrong."

"Since you are here, I will tell you the secret of Douluo Palace and why I have split out a divine thought here."

The Angel God waved his hand, and the world around him became blurry for a moment. The laws of time were confused, reality and illusion blurred, and the Angel God's memories gradually appeared in front of Chen Ming in a manner close to reality.

The Angel God was originally just a little girl named Qian, a name that meant she was the thousandth child of the tribe. There were no soul masters in the tribe where she was born.

That was an ignorant era in the Douluo world. Soul beasts dominated the world and soul beasts treated humans as food no different from ordinary wild beasts. Only a very small number of people would awaken their own martial souls by chance.

In that era, humans with innate full soul power were the mainstream soul masters at the time. Or rather, due to the restrictions at the time, people didn’t even know how to improve their soul power or how to reach higher realms, and could only rely on little by little exploration to improve.

Those with innate full soul power can naturally reach the limit of the soul master realm and can therefore conduct experiments immediately. However, those with innate soul power at level eight or nine may need several years or even more than ten years to reach level ten soul power because they do not know how to practice correctly.

As for those with innate soul power of level 5 or 6? They basically have no chance to become soul masters in this life. After all, the average age at that time was only 30 years old, and most people with this talent could not become soul masters by passive accumulation in their twenties or thirties.

As for talents below the fifth level of innate soul power, in that era there was no way for them to be qualified to awaken under the stimulation of external forces.

Only a very small number of large tribes that have accumulated knowledge from generation to generation can test out those methods of improving soul power that are not quite correct but do have some effect over time. However, such methods are still a secret that is firmly guarded by the large tribes.

In that era, only one person out of every hundred people would awaken their martial soul, and only one soul master would appear among every ten people who awakened their martial souls.

In other words, only one person out of every thousand people can decide one's fate.

As the thousandth child in the tribe, she has been regarded as the hope of the tribe since she was born.

When he was 1,600 years old, on an ordinary day, a golden lion brought a large number of soul beasts to destroy the tribe, and the golden flames enveloped the entire tribe. Because of the golden lion's malice, the flames that were originally enough to vaporize the entire tribe in an instant only engulfed the tribe bit by bit, destroying the entire tribe bit by bit.

The chieftains, priests, and warriors of the tribe had no way to deal with this golden fire wall that separated the sky and the earth. They could only gather the children in the center of the tribe. Qian was the core child of the tribe. The chieftains and priests were at the outermost edge of the circle.

The chieftains were burned to ashes by the flames, the priests were burned to ashes by the flames, and the warriors were burned to ashes by the flames.
Old men, children, young people, all the people and things that Qian was familiar with were burned by golden flames in front of Qian.

Faced with the golden flames that made it impossible to survive, everyone in the tribe gave up on living, and only prayed that they could survive, awaken their strength, and take their share of revenge on the golden lion.

In despair, the tribe burst out with the last hope, which turned into faith and curse and was accepted by thousands.

With each death of a tribesman, Qian could feel that he had lost something in his chest, while at the same time, he had gained strength in his body.

With the death of the last member of the tribe, the power that was nurtured in Qian's body was finally aroused. The black and white power burst out from her body, swallowing the flames like a whirlpool, and three pairs of wings grew behind Qian.

The three wings on the left are white, wrapped in the fire of holiness and light, while the three wings on the right are black, wrapped in the fire of curse and darkness.

(End of this chapter)