With the improvement of the scale of the chant, the situation of the Taiji Realm has improved again, and it can barely withstand the high-concentration explosion of Taiji Divine Thunder!

Seeing that the place where the two forces clashed, pressing on the archangel Michael again, Michael couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in some surprise.

But soon he noticed the green figure standing behind Zhan Feihong, and then his expression was a little more cruel.

In fact, what caught his eye was Huang Wanqin, who was constantly singing hymns, since she practiced with Zhan Feihong, her realm had reached a new level, and she had successfully shaped a pair of turquoise angel wings, which was enough to resonate with the powerful chant hall!

So when Zhan Feihong was facing the danger of life and death, she sang desperately.

At this time, Michael restrained all the angels of the chant present, and for a while, the power of the temple of chant was uncontrolled, and he was involuntarily pulled over by Huang Wanqin.

But although she had been promoted to the level of a second-grade Yuan Immortal, it was still impossible for her to control such a huge amount of power, so every time she used a little more, the load on her body increased by one point.

As the scale increased, Huang Wanqin's face had become more and more pale, and her whole body couldn't help but tremble.

However, in order to help Zhan Feihong's achievements, she still held on to the chant regardless of life and death.

Archangel Michael, who learned of this, naturally would not easily escape her.

"Take your life to fight with me, I really don't know how many lives you have to be enough......

A grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the long sword in his hand was once again, raising his power to a whole new level again!

For a moment, the three pairs of archangels' white wings had completely turned into a transparent state, and the vast sea of divine energy rushed into the saber unscrupulously, forcibly bursting the effect of the Father God Treasure to the limit.

This increase in strength, which surpassed several times just now, instantly pushed back the effect of Zhan Feihong's Thunder Cannon!

Seeing that this force was suppressed in front of him like this, Zhan Feihong's eyes couldn't help but shrink.

But no matter how much Tai Chi Divine Thunder he poured into his body, he couldn't get back from a disadvantage!

"It's over......"

With a muttered sigh, Zhan Feihong stared at the divine power getting closer and closer to him, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Feihong, don't give up!"

At this moment, a voice came into his consciousness, and then the green light behind him exploded and soared!

The chant that was constantly being chanted was also loud enough to envelop the entire City of Angels, and a massive amount of healing essence began to pour into Zhan Feihong's body!

This time, the effect of this chant is not just as simple as healing, but it has also increased the Tai Chi Divine Thunder that erupted to a whole new level!

It is precisely with this new level that the divine power that was unleashed by Michael and was about to be suppressed to Zhan Feihong's body was pushed back again, gradually tending to a state of balance!

Seeing this scene, Zhan Feihong's expression regained a little more hope, and he couldn't help but glance behind him with emotion.

But before he could turn his gaze completely, a bright red sprinkled on his face.

Feeling the warmth of the blood, Zhan Feihong's heart twitched suddenly, and then he turned to the source of the blood with trembling eyes.

In the large expanse of crystal green light, there was a faint appearance of a weak body covered in blood, still singing desperately for himself.

This person is his wife who just got together - Huang Wanqin!

Every time a new note came out of her mouth, the overloaded power of control shattered the blood veins around her body, and blood splattered outward!

And her throat was tormented by this chant so much that she lost its clarity, and I am afraid that it will not be long before she will not be able to hold on and completely collapse!

But that's it, when Zhan Feihong's eyes looked at her, she still reluctantly waved her bloodstained jade arm at Zhan Feihong, hoping that the other party could concentrate on fighting the enemy!

Seeing this, Zhan Feihong couldn't help but crack his eyes and clench his teeth!

Then, he jerked his head back and rushed towards Michael step by step with the help of the healing chant!

"What, the dog jumped off the wall in a hurry?"

Facing Zhan Feihong's sudden upsurge, Archangel Michael smiled coldly, and then danced his sword blade to shake the burst of divine power in all directions!

Under this shock, the ferocious sword qi reached Zhan Feihong's body from both sides, instantly breaking through the weak link of the thunder mang!

And a large number of scars appeared on his body, and blood burst out!

However, with the effect of restoring the chant, such a serious injury was quickly treated as usual, and the only thing that could not be erased was the severe pain caused by the injury!

At this time, Zhan Feihong, no matter how terrible the torture he endured, would never stop his steps, just approaching the archangel Michael closer and closer!

Finally, when his footsteps were less than a foot away from the other party, Michael, who was controlled by the Immortal Emperor, finally showed a panicked expression.

"Hmph, what can you do if you lean over? With your small cultivation realm, you can't hurt a single hair of my hair at all!"

Noticing Zhan Feihong's blood-red eyes, Michael subconsciously looked away, and then swung his long sword and slashed at Zhan Feihong's head!

This sword, in the end, neither hurt Zhan Feihong, nor was he dodged.

I saw a large area of thunder condensed on the palm of his hand in the blink of an eye, and Zhan Feihong insisted on facing the sword momentum that fell down, and held it in the five fingers alive!

Before his palm could fully touch the sword body, that incomparably fierce divine power pierced through the Tai Chi Divine Thunder and shattered your entire hand bone.

But even so, Zhan Feihong still did not give up this move of receiving the sword empty-handed, even if his arms began to twist and deform, he had no intention of retreating!

Finally, after the frantic treatment of the Restoration Song, he completely withstood the power of this sword, and then completely held it in the air!

"You say, I can't hurt a single hair of yours?"

The other palm condensed all the power of the divine thunder in the Tai Chi territory on the fist, and Zhan Feihong took advantage of the fact that the archangel Michael had not yet woken up from the shock, and twisted his arm to slam it!

Feeling the terrifying power brewed by this punch, Michael couldn't help but gasp and hurriedly took protective measures!

However, before the giant shield formed by his white sè holy light could be expanded, the thunder fist cannon brewing with the essence of thirteen dozen shattering skills blasted through the blazing brilliance that could not be condensed, and hit Xiong's mouth without any deviation!

Even the archangel Michael, whose strength had reached the six-rank Golden Immortal, could not resist the powerful explosion of the new heavenly power that had passed through the temple chant and the Tai Chi Divine Thunder, and his huge body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string!

As Michael was blasted out by the power of this punch, the huge divine aura that roamed the surrounding area also dissipated.

Finally using the power of a blow to block Michael's attack, Zhan Feihong shook his body and reluctantly turned around, endured the supreme pain of strolling all over his body, and slowly walked towards Huang Wanqin.

"Wanqin, don't sing, stop......!!"

His eyes were full of pity, and he stumbled and screamed.

Hearing Zhan Feihong's reminder, Huang Wanqin's singing stopped abruptly, and at this moment she had already become a bloody person.

"Fly, Fly-"

With all her might, she squeezed out a trace of a call from her almost ruined throat, and she walked towards Zhan Feihong with all her might!

But halfway through the step, her eyes widened in horror, and she shook her head helplessly, and a large number of tears flowed from her eyes.

Seeing Huang Wanqin's expression transform, Zhan Feihong's heart sank completely.

"Little miscellaneous pieces, if you dare to make such a mistake in front of me, I will break you into ten thousand pieces!!"

Before he could turn his head behind him, a voice full of anger and cruelty reached his ears!

The owner of this voice was naturally the archangel Michael who had just been blasted away by Zhan Feihong's punch, he held the injured part of the beating and slowly stood up, although he could no longer burst out of the power of the amazing creation god relic in a short period of time, but there was no problem with wielding the blade.

But at this time, he didn't come forward directly, but beckoned to the sky with one hand!

Under this move, a large number of angels who had been lurking nearby, waiting for an opportunity, suddenly jumped out and surrounded the place where Zhan Feihong was!

"Even if you hit me, what's the use? I've already laid a net waiting for you!"

Seeing the crowd of people surrounding this place by his men, Michael barely squeezed out a smug smile, and then said: "You see, don't give him any chance to escape, let me destroy this scourge with my own hands!"

With that, he raised the saber again, and approached Zhan Feihong step by step!

At this time, Zhan Feihong's Tai Chi Realm in his body had been completely emptied, and even with the help of the Restoration Sacred Song, it would be difficult for him to burst out with a powerful thunder bombardment like just now.

Having lost the last means of resistance, he Suo Xing stopped struggling, regardless of the surrounding situation, and continued to walk to Huang Wanqin's side.

"Wanqin, you've done enough......"

Reaching out and hugging his blushing wife into his arms, he smiled at the other party bleakly.

"Fly-Hong——, I-no-don't-you-"

Due to the overload chant just now, coupled with the choking caused by crying, Huang Wanqin couldn't even say a complete sentence now, and could only struggle to shake her head desperately at Zhan Feihong.

"It's okay, it's okay......"

However, Zhan Feihong didn't understand her vague words, just hugged her tightly and kept comforting her.

Seeing that the footsteps of the archangel Michael behind him were getting closer and closer, Huang Wanqin's struggle became more and more intense, and finally broke away from Zhan Feihong's embrace