The golden stream of light broke through the morning fog, and Qian Renxue fell on the dense forest ridge south of Spirit City.
She Angel Divine Power was dressed in gray clothes, and her long hair was tied back with a plain hairband.
The grass and trees under her feet were slightly heated by the remaining heat of the holy light. She glanced down and clenched and unclenched her fingers in her sleeves.
The dark red Asura aura guided by the oracle is deep in the forest at the foot of the mountain, clear and stable, and is approaching Spirit City step by step.
She should have killed him.
She stepped on the fallen leaves and walked down, her pace slower than expected.
The sound of every dead leaf breaking reminded her that she was approaching someone, not killing someone.
Her grandfather Qian Daoliu taught her from a young age that angels have a clear distinction between love and hate, and enemies should be killed without mercy.
This sentence has been engraved in her bones for more than 20 years, and now an oracle tells her to let it go, but she can't let it go.
But that is the will of the ancestor god.
She closed her eyes, suppressed the surging hatred deep in her chest, and continued walking down.
The branches and leaves in the forest are intertwined, and the morning light leaks through the gaps, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
Qian Renxue went deep along the path covered with fallen leaves, and felt locked on the dark red aura. The distance was shortening, fifty feet, thirty feet, ten feet.
She stopped five feet away and stood on the edge of the shadow of an old tree.
Tang San was leaning against a giant tree, with Clear Sky Hammer lying across his knees. He tensed up the moment he heard the footsteps.
Be alert immediately, Clear Sky Hammer is hanging in front of you, scarlet light flowing on the hammer.
His eyes were like two deep wells, without any emotion, only reflecting her outline.
Qian Renxue walked out of the shadow of the tree, dressed in gray and with a plain face, but he could not hide the innate nobility and beauty between his eyebrows.
Tang San's eyes narrowed, and he recognized her.
"Spirit Hall Young Master, he actually appeared outside the city dressed like this."
Qian Renxue did not answer this sentence.
"You spied on Spirit City several times and lurked outside the city. What do you want?"
Her voice was softer than expected, and she frowned when the last word came out, as if she disliked the softness.
Tang San was not led astray by her. "Spirit Hall has Xiao Wu under house arrest. I will take her away."
Xiao Wu's name fell into Qian Renxue's ears, like falling into a pot of boiling water.
The Soft Bone Rabbit who pried away Bibi Dong's inner demons, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who entered the city alone, and her were separated by the natural hostility between Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and Angel Inheritance.
She wanted to stab her back, but when the words came to her lips, they turned into questions:
"Is she that important to you?"
Tang San glanced at her. "It's important. I promised that if you want her to die, you must step on my body first."
His voice was not loud, but every word was bloody.
Qian Renxue's heart felt like someone had plucked a string. She didn't recognize the string. It sounded when it shouldn't.
She suppressed this unfamiliar emotion, raised her hand to induce Angel Holy Light, and Angel Holy Sword condensed in her hand.
"Then try it."
Tang San didn't hesitate, Clear Sky Hammer swept out, the scarlet hammer light collided with the golden light blade, the air wave blew away the fallen leaves all around, and broke several low-hanging branches.
Qian Renxue turned sideways to avoid the aftermath of a hammer beam, and the light blade brushed against Tang San's shoulder, only cutting a section of clothing and not injuring him.
She stopped her hand again. She didn't even think about why she wanted to stop it, but her hand was already closed.
Tang San keenly captured this moment of hesitation. "You kept your hand."
"I didn't." Qian Renxue's voice was three times harder than before, but even she could hear that it was firm.
"Your last sword could have pierced my shoulder, but you missed it by two inches."
Qian Renxue did not answer.
She couldn't tell because she couldn't understand it either.
When the sword blade thrust out, there was nothing in his mind. When he came back to his senses, the tip of the sword had already grazed Tang San's clothing.
She even started to feel lucky that she didn't hurt him. This thought sent chills down her spine. She shouldn't be lucky.
Tang San looked at her without moving. "Your divine power is in chaos."
Qian Renxue's fingers clenched tightly.
She felt Angel Divine Power running around in her body, stirred by a very light dark red spiritual thought, like a hand pushing ripples under the water.
Her heartbeat was half a beat faster than before, and her eyes fell on Tang San's face, the scarlet lightning mark between his eyebrows.
She shouldn't feel like this man is shining.
The tampered Angel God oracle reappeared deep in the soul, with bright golden light, unquestionable majesty, and a trace of extremely faint dark red divine aura.
The oracle is enlarging the tenacity and persistence in his eyes, enlarging those fragmented pictures,
Heaven Dou met several times through the crowd when he was lurking, the scarlet hammer light in the sky above Ashen Territory, and the voice when he asked "Are you keeping your hand?" just now.
Qian Renxue Press the center of your eyebrows fiercely.
No.
She shouted in her heart, but she didn't know whether she was shouting to herself or to the invisible god above her head.
The two forces in her body collided together, and the dark breaths of Angel Holy Light and Asura were torn in her soul. She seemed to be split in two, half hating him and half looking at him.
She finally "sees clearly".
As a descendant of the Angel Clan, she should not question the oracles of her ancestors. Everything she has now was given by Angel God.
She shouldn't question it. She must have her own reasons for getting close to Tang San because of the Divine Examination. For the great cause of becoming a god, what do personal emotions, likes and dislikes count?
Tang San looked at her disordered aura, saw the angel mark between her eyebrows flickering on and off, the holy light and dark red intertwined, but did not continue to take action.
He just stood there and noticed that the two of them had a little more breath.
This calmness of not taking the initiative to attack actually made Qian Renxue's concern about being manipulated deeper in his heart.
She gritted her teeth, forced down the pain that felt like her soul was being torn apart, restrained all Angel Divine Power, and when she raised her head to look at him, a layer of coldness had returned to her eyes.
"That's it for today." She said,
"If you insist on getting close to Spirit City, I won't hold back next time we meet."
She didn't mean what she said, she knew it, and Tang San might not be able to tell.
She didn't stay for a second longer, turned around and turned into a stream of pale golden light, quickly leaving the dense forest and turning back in the direction of Angel God Temple.
She was afraid that if she stayed for a moment longer, her uncontrollable emotions would completely overwhelm her reason.
Tang San looked at the direction she was leaving and did not pursue her.
He frowned, and the divine power of the golden figure he sensed receded in chaos, like a torn thread, floating in the wind.
He held Clear Sky Hammer tightly.
The brief confrontation just now was full of weirdness.
He could vaguely feel that there were two completely different divine forces pulling each other inside her body, one was from an angel, and the other was invisible.
Asura God's whisper emerged from the depths of his mind again, "She is just a pawn, you don't need to care about her."
Tang San ignored that voice.
He looked in the direction of Spirit City again, and the pink hair rope on his wrist lay quietly against his skin.
He sensed that the aura in the side hall was still stable, then withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.
Angel God Temple, Worship Hall deep.
Qian Renxue landed on the white jade steps. When he pushed the door open and entered, the wind caused the candlelight in front of the statue to sway.
She stood under the statue of the god and looked up at the stone statue with its eyes lowered. The stone statue could not speak.
But she seemed to be able to see the carved lines solidifying into a very faint shadow at the edge.
Qian Daoliu's voice came from behind. "You went outside the city."
"Grandpa." Qian Renxue didn't look back, his voice was deep, "Ancestral God... can't he really make mistakes?"
Qian Daoliu was silent for a long time. The wind came in through the gap in the palace door, blowing the candlelight and shaking it.
"You just need to remember," he said, "It's not up to you to judge whether the oracle is right or wrong. It's up to you to decide whether you can cross or not."
Qian Renxue looked at the statue and didn't ask any more questions.
But the ice had cracked. She tightened her grip on the feather in her sleeves and suddenly thought of the "glowing" boy.