Bright Era

The water from the upper reaches of the Sein River tumbling into the sinking Shengen Lake 100 meters, the tumbling water gradually fills the Shengen Lake, and then tumbling and flowing along the original river course to the northern waters. The eye of the void disappeared without a trace, and the surroundings were clean and empty without any clergy shadows. Only the Yin Master with countless flying smoke around his body stood proudly in the air.

"God can't come out, I'm invincible!" The Yin Master'Jie Jie' smiled strangely, Yang Tian yelled in a low voice in the direction where the Void Eye was just now: "You guys, don't you want to kill me? Sleeping Gods, don’t you even have the courage to appear in front of me? The long sleep has completely turned you into real... humble waste?"

There was no sound, and there was no one in the surroundings.

Master Yin shook his head slightly, and laughed up to the sky mockingly: "Then, the army of the Eastern Continent is coming!"

"I don't think this is a good idea!" Lin Qi shook his head: "This guy is provoking the gods! And he has disclosed his relationship with the Blood Qin Empire! This is definitely not a good idea! Unless he has the confidence to face everyone. God’s siege, otherwise, this is a stupid idea."

The Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse sighed softly: "So, we said that Penglai sometimes doesn't do things reliably! It's not Penglai's own problem, but his split consciousness, those soul distraction problems! This guy , Does he want to cause a joint siege of the gods?"

Lin Qi spread his hands, shrugged helplessly, and then whispered a few words to Jiawu.

Jiawu carefully memorized every word of Lin Qi in his heart, then bowed deeply to Lin Qi, and watched Lin Qi leave the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce with Elysium and others, and quickly disappeared into the air. . A weird smile appeared on Jiawu's face: "So, is it really about to begin? Great Master, how I look forward to that day!"

Kneeling down on one knee, and drew an evil magic circle on the ground with his fingers, Gawu muttered in prayer.

"My father, the father who was suppressed in the abyss! You are about to leave that **** place and return to this world!"

"Of course, you need to pay a small price, but obeying the strong, isn't this the imprint engraved in your blood? The master will be a great master, and you will recognize this! I already, can't wait to want Take you, and my brothers, into the **** Black Abyss God Prison! The heretics in there are so cute!"

After a weird laugh, Gawul stood up, rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground fiercely, completely erased the magic circle, and then strode deep into the Chamber of Commerce headquarters with a loud laugh.

The Yin Master and his group drove a four-wheeled chariot, and galloped through the ground with the sound of rolling thunder. The Yin Master stepped on a light golden shuttle-shaped magic frisbee, flying a golden light to the front of the queue. Several ten-winged winged men followed closely behind the Yin Master, and followed him blankly to fly eastward at the fastest speed.

But the other winged men disappeared into white light in the middle of the road.

The Yin Master coldly watched the scene of the large group of winged people disappearing out of thin air. After a long time, he finally said: "The random teleportation of the gate of heaven! Could it be said that the Heavenly Mountain has been restored? But in the information I got, Heaven The mountain seems to be besieged by the Eastern cluster headed by the multi-armed Secret Demon clan, before the fall of Penglai!"

A ten-winged wing man turned his head and explained dryly: "Heaven Mountain, repair! The Palace of Doomsday Apocalypse, return!"

The Yin Master’s pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle: "The Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse, the most elite and highest-end combat power controller of the Heavenly Mountain!"

The ten-winged winged man nodded and looked at the Yin Master very seriously: "Heaven Mountain, ask to meet Penglai!"

The Yin Master was silent, and then he never said a word on the way. The ghost fire in his eyes flickered like electric light, and no one knew what he was thinking. A wave of cold air continued to spread from his body, and gradually even the wings of those winged men were covered with thin ice flakes. When they flew, the ice flakes collided with each other, constantly making clear and crisp noises.

Fly all the way through the land of the Great Yan Dynasty, over the actual controlled territory of the nomadic empire, and over the mainland bridge. . .

Along the way, the Great Yan Dynasty sent a small number of Warcraft knights to follow the Yinshi team, but soon these Warcraft knights were wiped out by the Yin Master's crazy attack. The clergy of the two major temples of the nomadic empire sent dozens of magic dragons to stalk them nearby, but these dragons were also easily beheaded by the Yin Master.

Only when flying over the mainland bridge, the Yin Master's team ran into a little trouble.

A powerful group of temple troops from the desert temple stopped them, headed by the former nine lord of the desert temple and one of the chief high priests of the desert Cangjiu Amu. This is a terrifying figure who is strong enough to compete with the Yuanzong of the church, and whose power position in the Continental Bridge is better than the Yuanzong with a large number of churches, and who has mastered the real power.

But Desert Cangjiu Amu Cangjiu, such a powerful god’s apostle, only persisted for half an hour under the thunder of the Yin Master, before he was beaten and fled in embarrassment. And the temple army that he led by 20,000 desert **** soldiers and thousands of desert priests was also embarrassed by the impending explosion of two ten-winged men, and the chaotic desert temple army immediately fled.

I don't know how many years later, the brutal and unreasonable self-destructive fighting method of the Angel Legion reappeared in the Western Continent. Many clergymen in the desert temple that were hit hard have picked up the piles of old paper inherited from their temples, but they could not find any records about the Angel Legion from the materials that recorded various ancient secrets.

Except for the core of the two great temples, the old immortals who originated from the ancient times, the other clergy are not qualified to hear the term "Angel Legion".

The Yin Master led a mighty team all the way to the east. He swept across the territory of the Desert Temple and directly invaded the site of the Prairie Temple. The Prairie Temple, which is being besieged by the Blood Qin Empire, did not send out personnel to intercept the Yin Master. The Yin Master with a gloomy smile led the group all the way towards Yingzheng’s Chinese army camp, but it was not far from the camp. Thousands of miles away, was stopped by a lonely figure.

With long blood-colored hair, purple eyes, a handsome face that does not look like a human, and the fiery red robes of punishment embroidered with countless intricate and gorgeous patterns, the king of the army, Gerdas, holds the sword of punishment, suspended on the ground. In the air of 100 meters, he stopped the Yin Master with a bright smile.

"It's a great honor to be able to see all of Heaven Mountain and Penglai with my own eyes!" As soon as Pu met, Gerdas bowed deeply to the Yin Master and the accompanying Ten Wings: "Really, it is an honor! If I can kill you, this will be an extremely brilliant achievement in my record!"

The Yin Master looked at Gerdas blankly, looking at him with a venomous look. After a while, the Yin Master pursed his mouth and smiled, and his thin lips were as sharp as a blade: "Listening to your tone, it seems to have a background, but I have no impression of you."

Gerdas sighed softly, and shook his head helplessly: "This is a normal thing, if you can know my name, then it is really weird!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Gerdas’ violet eyes flashed a frantic warfare intent: "My biggest regret is that I was not born in the glorious and splendid era of the ancient times, and I failed to be on the battlefield of the ancient gods. Appear! Otherwise I think that with my ability, the so-called gods will all crawl under my feet, and all the proud Primordial creatures will scream under my sword."

Looking blankly at Gerdas, who was full of confidence, the Yin Master responded to him by raising his hand and slashing with thunder.

The pale golden thunder fell down with a sharp aura, and the thin thunder light with the thickness of the thumb was like a long sword in the hands of the gods, without the slightest fork, it slashed straight on the top of Gerdas's head. Gerdas raised his head, a deep scarlet divine light flashed in his purple eyes, and a divine formation that was shaped like a balance and showed strong pressure was fleeting.

"The innocent person will not be punished!" Gerdas murmured, and the thunder falling from the sky quietly dissipated.

The Yin Master's face twitched slightly, and then he took a deep breath: "The human body has the power of the gods! It's a disgusting existence, you are in your noble blood. Melt into the scum of the so-called **** blood!"

Gerdas looked at the Yin Master in surprise, and then laughed madly: "The existence of the ancient times, the evil creatures, is your brain crazy? Self-willing to fall? Scum? This is simply ridiculous! God's Bloodline, this is the most noble bloodline. I am proud of the bloodline of the discipline **** system I have. I am extremely proud!"

Circles of scarlet divine light shaped like a balance spread out from Gerdas's heart, and gradually half of the sky was dyed red. Gerdas stretched out his hands to the sky, arrogantly roaring: "Do you feel my power? This is the power brought to me by the blood of the noble god! You ancient evil spirits, you are here Jealous of my power?"

The Yin Master pursed his lips, then gently shook his head. Feeling the power of punishment in the surrounding world, full of murder and majesty, the Yin Master pointed to Gerdas: "The descendants of the gods, the blood of betrayal, the product of self-willing depravity, filthy and incurable. Life! Destroy him, completely destroy him!"

Twelve four-wheeled bronze chariots made a deep roar, and the wheels spewed out blazing flames and smoke, and with a dull loud noise, they rushed towards Gerdas with howling. Standing on each of the chariots were more than a dozen gods wearing golden armor, surrounded by haze, and each of them had the strength of a high-level demigod! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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