Fighter of the Destiny

Those lights come from a streamlined and extremely beautiful light pestle.

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

This hand belongs to the angel of holy light who came out of the light mist.

This Holy Light Angel, War Master, was nicknamed Fury, and his eyes without human emotions were filled with violence and the desire to kill.

In his eyes, these strong human beings are like ants.

It was an unbearable humiliation for him to be trapped by these ants for such a long time.

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 slurry, which seemed to be solid, was sprayed into the surrounding sky as he moved, carrying an unimaginable horror.

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

Whether it's the birds in the sky or the flowers and trees by the stream outside the courtyard.

Golden light slurry continuously sprinkled on the palace formation, and countless lightnings illuminated the night, bringing rumbling thunder and impact.

The falling star stones rotated at high speed in the sky, but the black passage became smaller and smaller, the dark willows became mottled, and all the important treasures from the palace were suppressed.

The Angel of Holy Light saw that these ants were still struggling, and his violent emotions became more and more intense, and he let out a scream filled with the desire to kill.

The whistling sound fell to the ground, whipping up countless strong winds. It shattered the eardrums of many priests, and some priests with weaker realms even fainted.

Finally, the porcelain bottle was completely broken and shattered into pieces, just like the piece of blue sky that suddenly appeared above everyone's heads.

The fallen star stone and dark willow and other important treasures from the palace flew back to the hands of the King of Linghai and others.

The palace formation was broken, and those who presided over the formation received a strong backlash. Their faces became extremely pale, and huge waves were set off in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Tang Thirty-Six, who was accompanying the formation hub, received the greatest impact. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was on the verge of falling. He could hardly hold the divine staff in his hand.

The little girl selling makeup and powder rushed back to him and supported him, while the other Tang family masters stood around him.

The blind luthier stood up again with difficulty, his fingers covered in blood tremblingly plucked the strings, producing a dull sound.

The night swept in from the depths of the courtyard, without being cut off by the sound of the piano, and soon arrived in front of the courtyard gate.

The devil walked out of the night.

He was holding a stone pestle in his hand. There was nothing special about it, but it seemed to have some kind of magic power, attracting countless attention.

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

Countless rays of light scattered from the sky, not dispersing the night, but covering the surrounding courtyard with the night.

Everyone felt the unimaginable pressure, and their faces became extremely pale.

Hundreds of priests endured the turmoil and pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, lowered their heads, and kept chanting Taoism.

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

King Linghai, Eucalyptus Lin and others also came to the main entrance of the compound and stared at the Demon Lord 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 the Holy Light Angel give himself such an opportunity?

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

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

The blind piano master remained silent, King Linghai's expression changed slightly, and Tang Sanliu tightened his grip on the magic staff in his hand.

They heard that the demon king was telling the truth.

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

On both sides of the Red River, both the mountains and the stone city were shrouded in light.

Those lights contain unimaginable pressure, announcing the arrival of powerful beings at different levels in other worlds.

Looking at the scene in the sky and feeling the sacred pressure in those lights, the people in Baidi City were frightened to the extreme. Many people were so frightened that they sat on the ground. Even the bravest demon warriors became His face turned pale and he couldn't muster the courage to fight.

Those big figures from the demon clan who entered the imperial city, such as Jin Yulu and Xiao De, such as the clan leader and the bear clan leader, also saw the two holy light angels in the sky. They were still standing. They were not intimidated, but their faces were expressionless. very ugly.

There has been no movement at the observation deck. Bai Di may be confronting Mrs. Mu, so who will deal with these two Holy Light Angels?

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

"I'm not happy."

Jin Yulu took out a giant ax from the waist of the bear tribe leader and looked at Xiaode: "You throw me into the sky, I want to try to chop them with an axe."

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

The other powerful demon clan men were also unhappy.

Xiao De said indifferently: "I plan to ride up on the Black Vulture and stab that guy."

The leader of the Bear Clan said, "Then I'll throw it away."

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

Xiao De pointed at the Holy Light Angel on the mountains on the other side of the Red River and said, "Then I'll hit that one."

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The dissatisfaction of the demon clan strongmen largely stems from the attitude of the two Holy Light Angels.

The expressions of the two Holy Light Angels were too indifferent. Even though they sensed the fighting intentions of the powerful demon clan, their expressions remained unchanged.

It seems that to them, the so-called strong men in this city and even this continent are just ants.

Those people whose faces are full of fear, who might fear that their legs might be weak at any time if it were not for the overcrowding, are even more like ants.

The vast majority of people poured into the streets, fleeing in all directions, or looking at the sky in fear.

The inn on the street was already deserted. A wild cat quietly walked into the kitchen and tried to take advantage of the opportunity to steal the freshly cooked meat.

Suddenly there was a soft snap in a room on the second floor of the inn, as if a mirror had been smashed.

The wild cat that had just jumped onto the stove was frightened, meowed out of the window, and disappeared.

People looked at the sky with pale faces, not paying attention to the sounds in the inn and not knowing what was happening inside.

After a while, a Taoist priest in Qingyi came out of the inn.

This Taoist has quiet eyes, a head full of black hair, no trace of frost. He walks with an indescribable casualness, and his eyebrows are raised, yet he looks noble.

Judging from his appearance, he is at most twenty years old. Judging from his demeanor, he has lived to be at least two hundred years old, and he is above the temple. Judging by his eyes, some people believe that he has lived for thousands of years, but of course they are walking in the world.

No one noticed the Taoist priest in Qingyi.

He walked into the crowd and looked up at the sky like the demon people, looking at the two Holy Light Angels.

The eyes of the demon people are full of fear, despair, and some even have inexplicable fanaticism.

There was no emotion in the eyes of the Taoist in green, just indifference, as if he were looking at a dead thing.