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"Saint! Saint!"

The holy light rose like a flame, and the sings lingered in the void. The angels surrounded the bodies of substantial light like flames, standing in the void, the holy light on their bodies formed into a holy light that stretched through the sky and the earth shone everywhere.

For the enemy opposite the angel, such an offensive is almost a divine punishment brought by the angel from heaven to earth.

The books in front of Wang Yang kept flipping, and the golden silk qi turned into a barrier to block the illumination of the light. Behind Wang Yang, the military monks led the team to form a formation, mostly soldiers with seventh-grade soldiers in their positions, and their qi and blood were condensed into a group under the guidance of the military monks.

Then, under the guidance of the military flag and the will of military monks, they gathered and sublimated, condensed the energy of soldiers and iron horses, and led to the concept of Geng and Xin metal in the West, turning into a nearly real golden-winged roc, floating in the air, with its wings spreading, and the military energy condensed by the spirit of many soldiers turned into a golden piece, like a tide and a surge, covering the angels.

At the same time, the military talismans and official seals in the center of this team were also linked to the aura of the Central Plains court, and the next ray of the God of Haotian was breathed and crushed directly.

In an instant, the angels, the angels of the sixth grade, the angels of the fifth grade, the angels of the power and the angels of the energy of the fifth grade were dimmed a lot, and only the leading angels of the fourth grade and the angels of virtue were not affected much.

"All the soldiers, follow my instructions! Shoot the arrow!"

Seeing this, several military monks immediately knew that the time had come. One of them issued an order, and the remaining few people activated the secret technique, accompanied by the sound of "bang! bang! bang!"

The feathers on the wings of the great roc fell and merged into the sharp arrows, stabbing the angels, angels, angels of power, and angels whose strength faded into a cold heart.

Originally, these Taoist soldiers formed by the gathering of energy should not be easily destroyed by substantial objects, but the sharp arrow not only has the aura of military soldiers and swords, but also the Western Geng and Xin Jin Qi brought from the military formation, but also the aura that originated from the court.

Light green light emerged from the angel's wounds and spread rapidly, turning it into bits of light and scattering into the void.

Although the leader of the main angels and De Angels wanted to stop him, how could Wang Yang miss such a good opportunity? With a wave of the brush that appeared in his hand, a trace of ink appeared under the bodies of the main angels and De Angels.

"Draw the ground into a prison!"

As Wang Yang's words fell, a translucent cage with ink scars as the source appeared beside several master angels and angels of virtue. The vast literary spirit gathered in the void and turned into illusory chains, firmly entangling the bodies of several angels.

Although these chains melted quickly under the flames of the Lord Angel and the Demon Angel, they also bought time for military monks to destroy nearly half of this angel army.

Seeing this, one of the Desert angels took out a trumpet that emitted a faint holy light and raised it high.

Wang Yang's face changed slightly. Because of the horn of Doomsday, Yuchen once explained to his disciples a special artifact of the Western Angels, which contained similar things.

"Don't give them a chance!"

Wang Yang shouted, and with a wave of the brush in his hand, the ink marks turned into sword blades and flew out.

Even without Wang Yang's reminder, several military monks did not have the idea of ​​turning the enemy uproar. They used secret military techniques to activate the aura of military soldiers and iron horses, control the great republic to bow their heads, and the Gengxin and metal energy gathered to the spirit, condensed on the bird's beak, and pecked towards the horn.

"Useless work!" The Angel of De, holding the horn, spoke softly, and his body melted under the brilliance of the trumpet. With the melodious sound of the trumpet, new angels emerged from the flakes.

And this time, because of the deaths of a large number of angels just now, the surroundings were already shrouded in the holy aura of heaven, and the laws and principles of the Middle Earth are temporarily subsided.

Wang Yang and others who understood this changed slightly, but they each held the weapons in their hands tightly.

They all knew that a new round of battle was about to begin.

On the other side, on the battlefield between Guanzi and Gabriel,

There are 140 small wings, and three pairs of wings are built, one pair covering the eyes, one pair covering the feet, and one pair of Gabriel born behind the back, and the wings covering the eyes are opened.

A hazy soft holy light emerged from Gabriel's eyes, and then a sound of a lion's roar came out: "Holy, holy, holy, lord of hosts, his glory fills the whole earth."

The cry vibrated the surroundings, and red lights were emitted across the sky and hit Mount Sumeru.

Avalokitesvara felt cold in his heart. According to rumors, some seraphic angels had three pairs of wings, one of which was to hide themselves and be humble in their hearts. Only see the Supreme God, not see one person, and all the glory belonged to God. A pair of wings covered their feet meant not going their own way, not relying on human wisdom and methods to act, relying entirely on God and obeying God. The last pair of wings was born on the back, indicating that they were always ready to contribute everything to God.

At this moment, Gabriel lowered his wings that covered his eyes, which was equivalent to the appearance of the Supreme God that reflected his pupils and appeared in front of everyone, relying on the power of the First-Class Supreme God.

"Namo's Dharma-Learn Tathagata!"

A Buddha's name came from Guanzi's mouth, borrowing the power of his future second-level sphere to gather the Buddha's light condensed by thousands of monks on Mount Sumeru, prompting the pattern of the Tathagata behind him to condense.

A little bit of Buddha's light rose from the image of Tathagata, constantly illuminating the void, shining everywhere, becoming bigger and bigger, blocking the red light in front of the red light.

Accompanied by roars, there were only vast golden Buddha lights and red lights that tore through the void between the entire world. In addition, the void where the border between Middle Earth and the Western Ocean has completely collapsed and turned into a completely dark hole.

Immediately afterwards, Guanzi reached out and grabbed it, and a slender willow branch appeared in her hand, swaying gently in the sky, the green light in the sky was like silk ribbons, and Buddha lights were hidden in it, crossing back and forth, connecting the net, turning into a multitude of Buddhist Dharma prohibitions, holding Gabriel.

At the same time, there is a six-character mantra hidden in it, forming a six-petal lotus-shaped Buddhist seal, blessed on the Dharma prohibition, trying to seal Gabriel.

However, as Gabriel's wings unfolded and revealed the supreme divine path he was walking, the Dharma Net Buddha Seal was instantly dismembered by the holy glory, and Mount Sumeru was constantly shaking, and the vast Buddha land seemed to be dyed with holy glory.

"It seems that you don't seem to have an advantage!"

Holding a red cross sword, he had three pairs of jade wings, with long golden red hair like flames, but his face was constantly changing. He looked at the Miaotong Zhenjun who was blocking him and spoke softly.

"You are a good opponent. If you are willing to surrender to the Lord, you will definitely wait until your glory is second only to me and become another seraphic angel."

"Hahaha! When will you persuade you to surrender?"

Mr. Miaotong laughed: "For you, shouldn't a pagan like me kill the matter directly? The part that suits heaven is taken back and turns into a low-ranking angel, and then merge with the origins of other fellow practitioners to build a new high-ranking angel."

In the meantime, two sword lights around Miaotong Zhenjun flew out, one minute, two minute, four minute, eight minute, and then a whole new sword light, either point, stab, sweep, or sweep, forming a vast river of sword light rushing downward, covering Michael.

"When did you also pay attention to the persuasion in front of the formation? Is this your thought, or is it the thought of which Lord yours? If it is the former, then you do not seem to obey his will with all your heart; if it is his thought, what does it mean? Is the situation out of his control?"

"Ignorance!" Michael's ever-changing face showed no emotion, and his tone did not change at all. The more intense holy flames on the cross sword in his hand showed the changes in his heart.

"The Lord is omniscient and omnipotent, one or all, beginning and end. Everything is His will. Whether it is admonishing you or killing you, it is in His eyes. Whether you refuse or surrender, it will not change His grasp of fate..."

Within words, Michael also launched an attack. The flames condensed on the cross sword and slashed down suddenly, turning into a long rainbow, cutting off the long river of Miaotong's sword light.

Then Michael three pairs of jade-like wings spread out, and a horn that was dim and exuded a strong breath of death and end appeared in his hands.

With the emergence of the horn of doomsday, the sky that was already focusing on this has lowered its will.

With a long horn sound, the ripples of extreme sin and darkness emerged with the brilliance of holy light.

Wherever the sound of the horn passed, the vitality was turbulent, countless twists and terrifying ghosts appeared, but under the holy light, they were fragmented and broken, and eventually turned into hail and fire mixed with blood, falling from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the second horn sounded, and the sea water beneath Michael and others turned scarlet, and the breath of depravity and death became stronger.

Miaotong wanted to stop him, but after the third horn sounded, he had to turn back his defense.

I saw, accompanied by the sound of the third horn, huge meteorites appeared in the cross formed in the sky, falling from the sky, holding the long flame tail and casting it towards the world.

"Damn it!" Zhenjun Miaotong cut off several meteorites that fell beside him, but he saw more meteorites falling towards the battlefield behind him.

The two monks and other third-grade monks on the side were also stopped by their respective opponents, unable to hinder the influence of the horn.

Riding on the black tiger and surrounding the fire clouds, Zhao Xuanlang, who was fighting against the wise Angel, looked at the meteorite falling from the sky, and his face turned pale.

Every meteorite has a power and volume that is far superior to it. Once it falls, the front line will inevitably collapse. Some monks around also understand this truth. Some of them have also made the idea of ​​sacrificing their lives for justice, but before they can take action, a treasure banner appeared in the air.

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Holding a red cross sword, he had three pairs of jade wings, with long golden red hair like flames, but his face was constantly changing. He looked at the Miaotong Zhenjun who was blocking him and spoke softly.

"You are a good opponent. If you are willing to surrender to the Lord, you will definitely wait until your glory is second only to me and become another seraphic angel."

"Hahaha! When will you persuade you to surrender?"

Mr. Miaotong laughed: "For you, shouldn't a pagan like me kill the matter directly? The part that suits heaven is taken back and turns into a low-ranking angel, and then merge with the origins of other fellow practitioners to build a new high-ranking angel."

In the meantime, two sword lights around Miaotong Zhenjun flew out, one minute, two minute, four minute, eight minute, and then a whole new sword light, either point, stab, sweep, or sweep, forming a vast river of sword light rushing downward, covering Michael.

"When did you also pay attention to the persuasion in front of the formation? Is this your thought, or is it the thought of which Lord yours? If it is the former, then you do not seem to obey his will with all your heart; if it is his thought, what does it mean? Is the situation out of his control?"

"Ignorance!" Michael's ever-changing face showed no emotion, and his tone did not change at all. The more intense holy flames on the cross sword in his hand showed the changes in his heart.

"The Lord is omniscient and omnipotent, one or all, beginning and end. Everything is His will. Whether it is admonishing you or killing you, it is in His eyes. Whether you refuse or surrender, it will not change His grasp of fate..."

Within words, Michael also launched an attack. The flames condensed on the cross sword and slashed down suddenly, turning into a long rainbow, cutting off the long river of Miaotong's sword light.

Then Michael three pairs of jade-like wings spread out, and a horn that was dim and exuded a strong breath of death and end appeared in his hands.

With the emergence of the horn of doomsday, the sky that was already focusing on this has lowered its will.

With a long horn sound, the ripples of extreme sin and darkness emerged with the brilliance of holy light.

Wherever the sound of the horn passed, the vitality was turbulent, countless twists and terrifying ghosts appeared, but under the holy light, they were fragmented and broken, and eventually turned into hail and fire mixed with blood, falling from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the second horn sounded, and the sea water beneath Michael and others turned scarlet, and the breath of depravity and death became stronger.

Miaotong wanted to stop him, but after the third horn sounded, he had to turn back his defense.

I saw, accompanied by the sound of the third horn, huge meteorites appeared in the cross formed in the sky, falling from the sky, holding the long flame tail and casting it towards the world.

"Damn it!" Zhenjun Miaotong cut off several meteorites that fell beside him, but he saw more meteorites falling towards the battlefield behind him.

The two monks and other third-grade monks on the side were also stopped by their respective opponents, unable to hinder the influence of the horn.

Riding on the black tiger and surrounding the fire clouds, Zhao Xuanlang, who was fighting against the wise Angel, looked at the meteorite falling from the sky, and his face turned pale.

Every meteorite has a power and volume that is far superior to it. Once it falls, the front line will inevitably collapse. Some monks around also understand this truth. Some of them have also made the idea of ​​sacrificing their lives for justice, but before they can take action, a treasure banner appeared in the air.
Chapter completed!