Those lights come from a stream of light pestle, extremely beautiful.

The light pestle was held in a stable and terrifying hand.

This hand belongs to the Holy Light Angel who broke through the light fog.

This Holy Light Angel War was named anger by a different name. His eyes, which had no human emotions, were filled with the desire for violence and killing.

In his eyes, these powerful humans were like ants.

He was trapped by these ants for so long, and it was an unbearable humiliation.

In order to wash away this humiliation, he decided to kill all the people around the courtyard, no, he decided to kill all the people in the city.

The light and slurry, as if it were physical, sprinkled into the surrounding sky with his movements, with an unimaginable terror.

Any life that touches these lights will become cold in the next moment, losing its breath and soul.

Whether it is the birds in the sky or the flowers and trees on the stream outside the courtyard.

Golden light slurry kept sprinkling on the Ligong formation, and countless lightning illuminated the night, bringing thunder and impact.

As the Star Rock rotates at high speed in the sky, the black channel becomes smaller and smaller, and the dark willows become mottled, and all the treasures of the palace are suppressed.

The Holy Light Angel watched these ants still struggling, and his violent emotions became stronger and stronger, and he let out a whistle full of desire to kill.

The whistle fell on the ground, rolling up countless strong winds, and I don’t know how many priests’ eardrums were broken. Some priests with a slightly weaker realm fainted.

Finally, the porcelain bottle was completely broken and fragmented, just like the blue sky suddenly appeared above everyone's heads.

The Star Rock and the Duan Liu and the Palace Chongbao flew back to the hands of the King of Linghai and others.

The Ligong Formation was broken, and they were in charge of the formation and were subjected to the extremely strong backlash. Their faces became extremely pale, and huge waves were set off in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Tang Sanshiliu, who was accompanied by the formation, was hit the most, and spit out a mouthful of blood, shaking, and the magical staff in his hand was almost unable to hold it.

The little girl who sold fat and flew back to him and supported him, while the other Tang family masters stood around him.

The blind pianist stood up again with difficulty, and his blood-covered fingers trembled and plucked the strings, making a dull sound.

The night swept through the depths of the courtyard, and was not broken by the sound of the piano, and soon arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

The Demon Lord walked out of the night.

He held a stone pestle in his hand, and couldn't tell what was special, but it seemed to have some magic that attracted countless sights.

The angel of Holy Light also walked out of the night, but in the higher sky, on the side of everyone.

Countless lights scattered from the sky, not dispelling the night, but enveloped the courtyard with the night.

Everyone felt the unimaginable pressure and their faces turned extremely pale.

Hundreds of priests forcibly endured the turbulence and pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, lowered their heads, and kept reciting Taoist scriptures.

The sound of pious chanting echoes around the courtyard, resisting the pressure in the light, and naturally reveals a tragic meaning.

The King of Linghai, An Lin and others also came to the front of the main gate of the courtyard and stared at the Demon King on the stone steps.

They knew that if they wanted to survive today, the only possibility was to kill the Demon Lord before the Holy Light Angel took action.

The question is, will that angel of light give himself such a chance?

"I don't want to kill you in this way."

The Demon Lord looked at them and said with emotion: "It's a pity that you didn't give me any other choice."

The blind zither was silent, the face of the King of Linghai changed slightly, and Tang Sanshiliu held the magical staff in his hand tightly.

They heard that the Demon Lord was telling the truth.

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The two Holy Light Angels were more than a hundred miles apart and appeared in the sky at the same time.

Both sides of the Red River, whether it is the mountains or the stone city, are shrouded in a bright light.

Those lights contain unimaginable pressure, proclaiming the arrival of powerful lives at different levels in the other world.

Looking at the pictures in the sky and feeling the sacred pressure in the light, the people in Baidi City were extremely frightened. Many people were so scared that they sat directly on the ground. Even the bravest demon warriors turned pale and could not raise the courage to fight.

The great figures of the demon clan who entered the imperial city, such as Jin Yulu, Xiaode, the patriarch of the gentry and the patriarch of the bear clan, also saw the two holy light angels in the sky, still standing, unable to be scared, but their faces were ugly.

There has been no movement on the observation deck. Baidi may be confronting Mrs. Mu. So who will solve these two Holy Light Angels?

These two Holy Light Angels were their unbeatable opponents, which made them feel extremely angry and unwilling.

"I'm very upset."

Jin Yulu pulled out a giant axe from the waist of the bear clan leader and looked at Xiaode: "Twist me to the sky, I want to try to cut them with an axe."

He has the oldest qualifications and the highest level in the field, so naturally no one would object.

The other demon clan strongmen were also very upset.

Xiaode said indifferently: "I plan to sit on the black eagle and stab that guy."

The patriarch of the bear clan said, "Then I'll throw it away."

Jin Yulu agreed and pointed to the Holy Light Angel above Baidi City and said, "I'll hit this."

Xiao De pointed to the angel of the Holy Light on the mountains across the Red River and said, "Then I will hit that one."

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The dissatisfaction of the powerful demon clans is largely due to the attitudes of the two Holy Light Angels.

The two Holy Light Angels' expressions were too indifferent. Even though they sensed the fighting spirit of the powerful demons, their expressions remained unchanged.

It seems that to them, the so-called strong people on this city and even this continent are all ants.

Those people who looked scared, if it weren't for being too crowded, were afraid that they might scare their legs at any time, would be even more ants.

The vast majority of people flocked to the streets, fled around, or looked at the sky in fear.

The inn on the street was empty, and a wild cat quietly walked into the kitchen and tried to take the opportunity to secretly enjoy the meat that had just been cooked.

A light bang suddenly sounded in a room on the second floor of the inn, as if a mirror had been broken.

The wild cat that had just jumped onto the stove was frightened and walked out of the window with a meow sound and disappeared.

People looked at the sky with pale faces, not paying attention to the sound in the inn, nor knowing what was happening inside.

A moment later, a Taoist in Qingyi walked out of the inn.

The Taoist looked quiet, with black hair all over his head, no frost, and was indescribable as he walked, and his eyebrows raised were noble and arrogant.

If he looks at it, he is at most twenty years old. If he looks at it, he has lived at least two hundred years old, and he is above the temple. If he looks at it from the eyes, he says he has been around for thousands of years, and some people believe it, of course it is walking between the world.

No one noticed this Taoist in Qingyi.

He walked into the crowd, looked up at the sky like those demons, and looked at the two angels of holy light.

The eyes of the demon people were filled with fear and despair, and some even had inexplicable fanaticism.
Chapter completed!