"In this low-level interface, there is actually a stronger ant, which is also interesting!" The handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes spread his wings behind his back, and a few strange syllables came out of his mouth, and a beautifully shaped staff with a jewel on the tip appeared in his hand. The gem emitted an incomparably dazzling light, and the divine aura almost enveloped the entire holy city, and countless believers of the Holy Sect of Light bowed down and prayed in the direction of the cathedral with great devotion, excited and excited by the miracle coming.

"Light, wash away all dark existence, burn all blasphemous filth!" a cold voice came from the church, and a dazzling light descended from the sky, and a huge pillar of light fell into the distance as if it were about to destroy the world.

The direction in which the pillar of light fell was the direction where Ye Qinghan was.

The mountains of strange beasts had already begun to run frantically the moment the light appeared. And when the light fell, the strange beasts were already trembling and prostrate on the ground, not daring to make the slightest movement, and their mouths let out whining wails, feeling great fear and threat.

Felena cultivated the [Heavenly Witch Immortal Codex], and this holy light had a natural restraint on her, and her face was slightly pale, but she didn't have any other special reactions. It's just the restraint of attributes, the [Heavenly Witch Immortal Codex] has an extraordinary origin, how can it be that such a simple ray of light can't cope with it? And she is now a cultivator in the Jindan stage, even if she doesn't have any exercises, just relying on her physical body to carry it, this light can't help him.

"Do you really think you're a god?" Ye Qing laughed coldly, jumped up from the pillar of light, his palm transformed, and a huge palm print appeared, ready to bombard the pillar of light. But before he could make a move, the sword of the Son of Heaven on his waist had already flown out on its own, and the phantom of the divine dragon suddenly appeared, opening the dragon's mouth and sucking towards the pillar of light, like a long whale sucking water, and the holy light kept sinking into the dragon's mouth.

"What kind of evil art is this?How can the evil Eastern Dragon appear here?" Holy City, the handsome young man Gu Jing Bubo's face finally showed an angry look, he roared, and quickly put away the staff in his hand. I saw that the gem at the top of the staff was already dim at the moment, and the energy in it was actually consumed in a short period of time

Eighty or ninety percent of the look.

After the golden dragon shadow dissipated from the pillar of light, he glanced at the sky with some nostalgia, burped unwillingly, and returned to the sword of the Son of Heaven. Ye Qinghan stretched out his hand, and the Son of Heaven Sword returned to his hand happily. After absorbing the power of the pillar of light, this sword had a lot more spirituality on its body, and Ye Qinghan held it in his hand, and he could already clearly sense its cheerful mood.

"It seems that this sword is really extraordinary! After the matter here is settled, I still have to go to those ruins to see how far this sword can go!" With obvious emotions, it proves that the sword spirit in the sword of this Son of Heaven already has a bit of spirituality, and it is no longer acting on instinct, and even has the ability to think like intelligent creatures.

"Mole ant, you have succeeded in provoking me!" A crossed sword emitting divine light appeared in the handsome young man's hand, his eyes exuded anger, and he pointed in the direction of Ye Qinghan, and hundreds of angels with wings on their backs in the holy city rose to the sky and headed towards Ye Qinghan's direction.

The handsome young man did not delay in the slightest, and spread his wings like a bird all the time, following closely behind. The wings behind him emitted bursts of light, making people dare not look at it, and a golden crown appeared above his head, and under the reflection, his handsome face looked extremely holy, with an aura that people couldn't help but worship at a glance.

"Did the dog jump off the wall in a hurry?" Ye Qinghan's divine thoughts had already been spread, and the appearance of so many angels also made him a little surprised. He had long known from Felena that the probability of success in the advent of these angels was not high, and the consumption was extremely huge. With every angel coming, there will be countless pure virgins who sacrifice their lives. Hundreds of angels have descended, condensing the lives of at least thousands.

It looks like the Holy Cult of Light is noble and sacred, but it doesn't look as direct and bloody as the Dark Church, and it looks more beautiful on the surface. The advent of every angel and the appearance of the god of light are all piled up with countless unjust souls, and it is not possible to talk about who is more sacred than the other, all of them are the same dog.

The fingertips flashed, and the spell to solve these angels was quickly engraved in Ferena's mind, Ye Qing

With a faint smile, he greeted the group of angels. Felena understood for a moment, her face full of astonishment and shock.

She was born in the Western Witch Cult, and before the revival of the aura, this organization believed in the dark demon god, so she naturally knew how terrifying those angels would be if they really came. She had seen Ye Qinghan solve those angels casually, and thought it was a unique skill. But at this moment, a spell that Ye Qinghan casually passed on to her could kill these high-flying angels so easily and casually, how could she not be shocked?

This time, the hundreds of angels did not rush forward directly and fight hard, they chanted neatly, and stood in a mysterious formation with their bodies. The divine light enveloped the earth and seemed to be able to purify all darkness.

Ye Qinghan smiled, he patted the cheering Son of Heaven Sword on his waist, and said with a smile: "It's your turn, your lunch is here!"

Ye Qinghan didn't understand how long the brain circuits of these Bright Sect people were, the huge pillar of light that fell from the sky not long ago had been eaten as a snack by the Son of Heaven Sword. Now that the energy of this light has not changed much, they still dare to use it in front of him with such fanfare?

The Son of Heaven Sword was already impatient, and as soon as Ye Qinghan let go, he let out a sound like cheering and rushed directly into the light curtain. The screams continued to sound, the white holy light dissipated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the golden dragon shadow sucked it in one mouth, and the light curtain was sucked into the sword of the Son of Heaven like a huge marshmallow.

"Uh!" The burping voice was so clear that the angels standing in the air looked dazed.

Ye Qinghan stretched out his hand to catch the sword of the Son of Heaven that flew back, and only then chuckled lightly: "It turns out that all you rely on is the power of faith, no wonder your means of attack are so scarce." ”

Those angels are not really stupid, they have no choice, they also want to change their tricks to deal with their enemies! But the source of strength has already determined the means of their attack, without this kind of holy light attack, they can only be like those angels before, being killed by Ye Qinghan with his finger.

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