Way of Choices

Chen Changsheng saw it very clearly. The angel of the Holy Light in the depths of the night showed great coercion. Even in the wind and rain of that year, only the old man of heaven or the red of these two years could compete with it.

No one can judge whether the Grand Palace can suppress this person, or how long it can be suppressed.

The current Grand Palace is not complete, Mao Qiuyu is still in Kyoto.

More importantly, according to the other red saying, there were two angels of Holy Light who appeared with the black robe that day.

Now that an angel of light has appeared, another must also appear. Where is this time?

This is what Chen Changsheng is most worried about.

Obviously, the appearance of these two holy angels is related to the devil.

In a very short time, he made a decision.

We must take advantage of the fact that the Holy Light Angel has not yet broken through the Great Palace, and the Holy Light Angel has not yet appeared before killing the Devil.

This meant that he needed to enter the night in the courtyard, and even ventured into the depths.

At the same time, he still needs to maintain a large array of divorces, in order to suppress the Holy Angel, while ensuring that the devil can not leave.

What should I do?

"Don't let him out."

Chen Changsheng tucked the magic wand into Tang 36's hands.

Tang Thirty-six said in disbelief: "Is it again?"

This question doesn't make any sense. No one except him can temporarily replace the center.

In other words, in addition to Chen Changsheng, the Guojiao Scepter was only willing to be held in his hand.

Who let His Majesty the Pope hand down the magic wand that fell into his hands at the beginning?

Although Tang Sanshi's expression was very annoying, these three words said like a painful moan, but he did not refuse.

Because he knew he couldn't refuse.

He took a step forward and raised the wand in his hand.

The precious leather boots from Tianliang County landed on the hard bluestone floor and made a very deep trace. The scepter shone brightly in his hand, driving the five treasures such as the falling star stone, exuding more terrifying coercion, and rushed toward the holy angel in the deep night.

Tang 36's face suddenly turned pale, but his eyes were extremely firm.

Chen Changsheng didn't see this scene. Before Tang 36 took that step, he had disappeared into the night.

The divine power of the Great Palace separated the courtyard from the world, suppressed the night and the other world, but had no effect on him.

The night was so deep that it obscured all his sight, but it didn't slow him down.

His consciousness is like water, which can light up the farthest star in the night sky, and naturally can see through the night before him.

It's just that the devil has retreated so deeply that it has become integrated with the night, and it takes some time to find it.

Now, what he lacks most is time.

Fortunately, he is not alone.

When he handed the scepter to Tang Thirty-six, the man had already entered this night.

To be more precise, the person never exited from the night.

The piano sounded awkwardly, and walked into the night with no tenderness.

The Blind Musician's realm was unfathomable, and his mind was extremely powerful. Even if the Holy Light Angel came, he did not let him shake at all.

When Chen Changsheng heard the sound of the piano, his eyes turned slightly, and the wind and rain swept away.

The night was torn apart by the sensuous sword and the piercing sound of the piano, and a passage appeared.

There is a tree at the end of the passage.

The devil flew back and forth, and his hands placed a barrier in front of him.

Jianyi and Qin Yin followed, and the barriers were like broken glass mirrors, broken one after another.

Countless sounds of crunching, the devil fell on the ground, black robe as dark as the night, cut out countless sharp mouths.

In those cracks, the golden blood was slowly overflowing.

The wind was still roaring, and suddenly there was a moment of stagnation.

Chen Changsheng and the blind piano player appeared in the hall.

Qin Yinling couldn't get around, and swords formed like wind and rain.

The tree disappeared suddenly.

Not really turned into nothingness, but cut into the finest powder by piano sound and sword intention.

Those powders are so fine that even the wind cannot be rolled up and cannot be seen.

Chen Changsheng and the blind piano player did not continue to attack because they felt vigilant.

The demon stopped and did not retreat.

He stood where the tree once stood, standing in his own night, looking calmly at Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master.

——It is like looking at two perfect works of art that are worth admiring and even admiring.

The art style in Xuexue has always been a complicated and gorgeous route, but when you really look into the inner core, it is always full of cold death.

The best artwork is death itself.

In the eyes of the devil, Chen Changsheng and the blind violinist are already two dead people.

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The warning signs in the minds of Chen Changsheng and blind piano masters are getting stronger.

Where does the devil's self-confidence come from? Where is that vague murder opportunity hidden?

The misty light clusters in the night sky?

No, the Angel of Light in the light group is still unable to break through the ban of the Great Palace.

There is also a light angel.

Chen Changsheng is already prepared for this.

The string of stones, somehow, had fallen from his wrist to his palm.

He held the cool stone beads and stared silently at the surrounding night.

As long as he can determine the position of the opponent, he will launch the strongest blow to the strong man from the different continent.

He is confident that even if he can't kill or seriously hurt the other party, he will cause great trouble to the other party.

Because of his knowledge of the sea, there are different combat experience and wisdom inherited from the senior red.

Because he has a heavenly stele.

At that time, he believed that the blind violinist would seize the opportunity to kill the devil in the sound of the piano.

It's just that he now finds that his arrangements seem to fail.

As mentioned earlier, his consciousness is as quiet as water, and he can see the farthest stars in the night sky and ignore the deepest night.

But he could not determine the position of the angel of light.

The courtyard in the night was so silent.

Whether it's the confrontation between the Great Palace and the Holy Light Angel or the devil in front of him, it seems to be a matter of another world.

Chen Changsheng looked at the devil, his expression was still calm, and his palm was a little wet.

The stone beads formed by the five Tianshu monuments became a bit slippery after being soaked in sweat.

The current situation has become like quicksand and cannot be caught.

The response of Divine Consciousness scattered in all directions and the sound of the piano in the night sky are telling him.

The angel of light is not in the night, in this courtyard, or even on this continent.

Why does the warning sign still exist, and it is getting stronger?

The angel of Holy Light confronting the Great Palace in the sky had no signs before it appeared.

Do we have to face the same situation again?

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After disappearing from that tree, only a very short moment passed.

Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master's sword intention and piano tone have already made this piece of night back and forth several times.

They never noticed that there was a stone statue behind the gate behind the courtyard not far from the side.

Even in the heavy night, the stone statue is very eye-catching, if they turn around, they will be able to see it.

It was a half-squatted man with a pair of wings behind him.

It looked similar to the angel in the sky light group.

In fact, this venerable stone statue was originally an angel.

Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master failed to find the stone statue because it was a real stone statue.

This stone statue has no breath, no breath, no vitality, no temperature, and no movement.

In other words, this stone statue is a dead object.

No matter from which point of view, whether it is contact with divine consciousness, sword intention or piano sound, we can only draw this conclusion.

Suddenly, the stone statue opened his eyes.

He came to life.

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