Yang Jiong didn't say a word, and silently followed behind Ruolan. He has been like this for more than 10,000 years. In his subconscious, it only makes sense to follow Ruolan.

The two had just passed through the light curtain when suddenly a chubby man appeared, with ten wings flapping behind him. When he saw Ruolan, with a wave of his hand, a golden long sword slashed towards Ruolan.

Ruolan was surprised that the man's back, how could there be ten transparent wings, and the long sword slashed in front of the door.

She grabbed the long sword, and there was an inexplicable aura on the sword, wanting to rush into her body through the palm of her hand.

Ruolan used her strength in her hands, her thumb and index finger interlaced, and broke the long sword into small pieces. The fat man was startled, flapped his wings and fled backwards.

Ruolan teleported in front of him, reached out and grabbed his neck, brought him up in front of him, and said, "Who are you?"

The fat man's neck was stuck, and his face turned red and said, "I am St. Paul, the second-class angel in the Gabriel Holy Realm. Your Excellency is obviously a high-level magician, but you want to pretend to be the lowest-level magician, and I am not convinced. ”

Ruolan said strangely: "I didn't pretend! Aren't the people of the Abrahamic Holy Realm dressed like this?"

She chose a random person, changed into his appearance, and came through the light curtain.

St. Paul pointed to the staff in Ruolan's hand with difficulty and said, "Your staff is a low-level magician staff, and even the crystalline gems are the lowest level. I didn't even sense a hint of magic fluctuations on your staff gem. ”

Ruolan shook the staff in her hand, restored the Jackie Chan arrow and returned to the quiver. She said strangely, "But, I don't use magic!"

St. Paul was so ashamed that the man who captured him didn't even use a small fireball technique from beginning to end. With such a strong strength, I am afraid that even the high-level magistors of Abraham's camp cannot do it.

Ruolan asked, "Are you a second-class angel of the Gabriel Holy Realm, do you know where the Pingtian Holy Realm is?" casually put St. Paul on the ground.

St. Paul straightened his clothes and corrected, "Your Excellency, I am a median second-class angel. The Peaceful Heaven Sacred Realm you are looking for is on my right hand. ”

Ruolan smiled: "Is the median position special?

"We Holy Realm Angels are divided into lower, middle, and higher. The lower second-class angel is only four-winged, and the median second-class angel, for example, I am ten-winged. ”

"How many wings does the second-class angel have in the upper position?"

"They have no wings, and they are second-class angels, on par with your high-ranking holy magisters. ”

"What realm is that equivalent to the Pingtian Saint Realm?"

"True saint. ”

"There won't be a High Angel or Holy Magister here, will there?"

"Your Excellency, this is the Angel Training Ground, and there will be no higher-level people except for a twelve-winged Lord Angel leader. I think you should be the same, the Pingtian Sacred Realm, the Vishnu Sacred Realm is similar. ”

"Okay, thank you, I'm leaving. ”

St. Paul said, "Don't you take me prisoner?

"Do you really want me to capture you, or do you want to be captured by me?" Ruolan was a little puzzled by what St. Paul meant.

Since Ruolan did not capture him, St. Paul was overjoyed and said, "Your Excellency, you are the most gentlemanly man I have ever met. St. Paul thanks you, bye-bye. ”

After walking a short distance, another light curtain stood in front of him. The light curtain is blocked, and the divine mind cannot be extended to the past. Ruolan took Yang Jiong through the light curtain, and the familiar breath soaked into her heart. It's so rich and immortal, this is the taste she likes.

In the Abrahamic realm, tiny points of light float in the air. It's all magical elements, something that a magician absorbs after meditating.

In the Gabriel realm, a fierce aura pierces the skin. That is the power of the fighting spirit, and it is the source of the angels' cultivation.

Since there were no saints here, Ruolan relaxed her mind and hid her body. A stealth trick was played, and Yang Jiong was hidden, and then he took Yang Jiong to find the Holy Sword Sect camp.

Before she could find the Holy Sword Sect's camp, Ruolan saw more than 20,000 people fighting between the two big cities.

I haven't seen him for 10,000 years, and Lu Dafu has advanced to the consummation of the late stage of the Heavenly Immortals. There are enough top-grade immortal stones to cultivate, and no matter how poor the qualifications are, they can also fly first.

Seeing Lu Dafu's high-spirited appearance, Ruolan couldn't help but laugh. Then, she saw a beautiful woman in front of Lu Dafu.

The woman was very beautiful, like Xueru. Ruolan couldn't help but take a few more looks, if it weren't for the suffering of more than 10,000 years, she really had to suspect that that woman was the reincarnation of Xueru.

No matter how she looks at her or how she speaks, the more Ruolan looks at her, the more she looks like Xueru. She looked at Yang Jiong, who was sleeping in her arms, maybe this woman could cure Yang Jiong's heart disease.

Yang Jiong has always treated his eight wives equally, regardless of their thickness or thinness. But Ruolan knew that if she really had to speak from her heart, Yang Jiong's eight wives could still be separated.

Ruolan deserves to be ranked first, and Xueru is steadily second. Although Yang Jiong is a big radish with a heart and loves to mess with flowers and grass. But the weight of the six women in the back in Yang Jiong's heart can't match Xueru.

Of course, the sum of the seven women such as Xueru and the little demon cannot match the weight of Ruolan alone. It's not about beauty, it's about the precipitation of the soul.

At the end of this line, there was a handsome young man, the realm of the fairy king. He walked listlessly at the end of the line, his eyes glancing at the beautiful woman from time to time. Ruolan saw a trace of resentment and reluctance in his eyes.

Today is the time for Lu Dafu's graduation exam for this group of immortals, and after the battle with Gabriel's angels, he can leave the Sacred Realm Training Ground.

In order to see Murong Xiaoxin for more time, Lu Dafu suppressed the realm after the consummation of the Heavenly Immortals, and then stopped cultivating, and waited until the Heavenly Immortals were over before they were promoted to the Golden Immortals.

Many times, appreciating beauty is also a kind of enjoyment, and it is not necessary to possess Lu Dafu Looking at Murong Xiaoxin's back, his heart followed the woman's swinging posture, and he fell together, as if he had stepped on cotton.

At the junction of the light curtain, Ruolan saw the fat angel St. Paul. Next to him was a young, tall, handsome man. The man had eight wings on his back, and his eyes seemed to have taken root in Murong Xiaoxin's body, and he never moved away.

When the two leaders met, St. Paul said to Long Xi: "Your Excellency, we send the ten-winged angel, and you will send a little fairy king." This is an insult to our Gabriel Holy Realm, and it is the greatest contempt for us. I strongly request that you send an Immortal Monarch or an Immortal Venerable leader. ”

Long Xi shrugged his shoulders and said, "A small Heavenly Immortal battle, do you need Immortal Venerable? They don't have enough confidence, so they will send you to suppress the formation, right?"

Charlie said, "St. Paul's Angel is here to see how you have failed miserably, and at the same time to give you a little experience and guidance. ”

"Hell, you only have 11,000 men, which is a lot less than the fifteen,000 we agreed, do you want to use 11,000 against 14,200?"

"Charlie, shut up! We, the Gabriel Holy Realm, will never do that kind of thing to bully the little with more, you immediately cut out 4,200 people and meet the enemy with 11,000 people. São Paulo said proudly.

Long Xi said: "Where did you come from, who said that you were going to lay off people? 11,000 people will also convince you." In the last offensive and defensive battle, in 500 years, we lost only 231 people, but you lost 800 men. In this defensive battle, if you can keep the Sacred Realm Symbol, you should pray to your God first. ”

São Paulo's fat eyes narrowed into a slit, and he looked at Long Xi and said, "Sir, are you sure that you will deal with our fifteen thousand people with 11,000 people?"

Long Xi laughed a few times and said, "Wasn't it like this last time?"

He flipped through his hand, and a small castle appeared, and Charlie also had a small castle with a strange style. The two of them checked each other, and there were no hidden mechanisms or backhands.

With a wave of Long Xi's hand, the castle quickly grew larger, rising until it was a hundred miles in square before stopping. Fifteen thousand angels entered the castle and began to familiarize themselves with the layout of the castle. There is a Holy Sword Sect marker in the castle.

Charlie also let go of the castle in his hand, and the castle also grew to a radius of 100 miles, and an angel mark floated in the castle. More than 11,000 Heavenly Immortals of the Holy Sword Sect entered the castle one after another.

It turned out to be an exchange of castles for mutual defense, which could prevent the castle from being made into a semi-holy weapon, and the possibility of the immortals relying on the city protection.