I'm in Douluo, where is my system?

Chapter 72 Old Enemy
"Sister, please help me protect the law." Ye Xinyu just said this and closed her eyes. This method of condensing soul rings was the first time she had experienced it. She didn't dare to be careless at all. If something unexpected happened, it would be too late to cry.

Although Ling Yuan was not quite sure what Ye Xinyu wanted to do, she nodded anyway.

Time passed by minute by minute, and behind the purple soul ring, the outline of a soul ring slowly emerged. As time went by, the light and shadow began to condense and gradually showed a light yellow,

No, to be precise, it would be more appropriate to say it is gold.

The lines around the spirit ring were delicate and exquisite, as if carefully woven from the feathers of some animal. As the spirit ring slowly spun, the feather-like lines seemed to possess life, swaying gently, and each swing exuded an awe-inspiring divine aura.

As the soul rings gradually became complete, even the first mysterious purple soul ring seemed to be covered with a layer of light golden gauze, like a dream.

"A hundred-year soul ring. Why would a hundred-year soul ring be condensed when there is no soul beast hunted?" Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Ling Yuan's face couldn't help but become solemn.

She had no doubt about the aura of the soul seed just now, even if the first soul ring was upgraded to ten thousand years, but now, an extra soul ring appeared out of thin air.

Ling Yuan was suddenly stunned.

Could it be that if one absorbs a soul seed while lacking a soul ring, the soul seed will automatically transform into a soul ring?

At that moment, a golden light suddenly blazed brighter, and then, an illusory female figure slowly appeared behind Ye Xinyu. The illusory woman was huddled up, her arms folded across her chest. A pair of enormous snow-white wings enveloped her entire body, like a divine goddess descended to earth, emanating a majesty that was too great to be directly observed.

"Is this the second awakening of the martial soul?"

At this moment, in Ye Xinyu's sea of ​​​​consciousness, feeling the wonderful changes happening in his body, he raised his eyes slightly to look at the beautiful woman in front of him, and couldn't help but say angrily.

"I don't know why you're helping me, but thank you."

The woman looked gentle.

"It's nothing, just think of it as a greeting gift from your elders."

"Meeting gift?"

Without waiting for Ye Xinyu to react, the woman spoke again.

"To make a long story short, go back and tell Qian Daoliu to seal off that area, otherwise the continent will suffer the same disaster as a thousand years ago."

Hearing this, Ye Xinyu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Well, I don't know why this place is blocked, but I don't think I have the right to see the person you mentioned..."

Are you kidding? Even if my mom wants to see Qian Daoliu, she has to see him when he's in a good mood. Why should I see him just because I want to? Just because my first spirit ring is a thousand years old? As a high priest, Qian Daoliu has a top-tier configuration of eight black and one red spirit rings. A mere thousand-year spirit ring would probably be looked down upon by him.

The beautiful woman couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and her illusory figure became even more illusory. A trace of surprise flashed across her beautiful face, and after a moment she slowly spoke.

"Just go ahead. You have my scent on you. When you get there, he will come out to see you."

"Oh, I see." Ye Xinyu nodded, not quite understanding.

"I see that you don't seem to be in good condition. Is there anything I can help you with?" Ye Xinyu blinked. After all, she was not the kind of person who would take other people's things for free just because he helped her condense a spirit ring.

The beautiful woman shook her head and sighed softly.

"No need, you can go back."

After saying this, she raised her hand and sent Ye Xinyu's consciousness out of the sea of ​​​​spirituality. After doing all this, the woman's face showed a trace of deep fatigue, and her beautiful face also dimmed a little.

"There's no end in sight on the sacred road. After a thousand years, it's time to rest." The woman murmured softly, a look of relief and liberation in her eyes.

As soon as the words fell, a sinister figure quietly appeared behind the woman. "Oh, I didn't expect that the God of Light, who has been chasing me for hundreds of years in the God Realm, would have such a sentimental side."

Glancing back at the figure that appeared behind him, the Angel's originally gentle eyes instantly became cold and fierce, without any tenderness in his eyes. He raised his hand, and an illusory but extremely sharp sword instantly condensed into shape. A sacred light flashed on the sword, and he slashed forward with one sword.

"Rakshasa God, accept your judgment!"

"Fuck you, you crazy woman!" Seeing that the Angel God was willing to attack her even at the risk of losing her soul, the Rakshasa God couldn't help but curse angrily, his face full of fear.

"Are you sick? You and I have been fighting for hundreds of years in the realm of gods. Now we are both just a remnant soul. Why are you still crazy?" Although they dodged the sword just now, they were still frightened. In their current state, if they were hit again, they would be close to death.

The angel god snorted coldly when the attack missed.

"Justice and evil cannot coexist. You and I are old enemies. It is the will of heaven for me to kill you." As he spoke, he was ready to attack again.

"Stop!" Rakshasa shouted loudly with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Why, are you scared now?"

"Afraid? I'm afraid of you? Look at what's above your head first." Rakshasa God glanced at Angel God unhappily.

"If you do this here, you're courting death."

Following the gaze of the Rakshasa God, they saw that the two mysterious purple air currents that were originally swirling had actually stopped and were hovering above their heads. A powerful and inexplicable pressure suddenly rose.

"What's going on?" The angel god looked up at the two purple air currents with a frown.

"How should I know?" Rakshasa God snorted coldly and said.

"However, I can tell you clearly that if you make a move here, you will be killed on the spot. If you die, then die. Don't drag me down!"

The angel's expression changed, and he hesitated again and again. The sword in his hand did not dissipate, but his eyes revealed a hint of determination.

"For justice, I deserve to die."

"Fuck!" Upon seeing this, Rakshasa God couldn't help but swear.

"No, we have such a deep hatred that you insist on fighting me to the death. To be fair, I don't think I have done anything bad. Why, just because of the name of a Rakshasa God, you must kill me?"

The Angel God snorted coldly.

"You are in charge of death and evil. Just for this reason, you have committed an unforgivable sin."

Rakshasa's face couldn't help but darken.

"You better understand. I'm in charge of death, not the one who caused it. According to your logic, you should go after the Shura God. He killed the people, so it's none of my business."

Having said that, Rakshasa God looked at the Angel God whose body was weak, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"You weren't killed by him, were you?"

"Nonsense, how can evil possibly defeat light?" The Angel God snorted coldly and added.

"I blew myself up."

(End of this chapter)