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Chapter 706: Light Realm

Kingsman is really a man with a story, and he can't go out of Li Junshan...... Well, it should be Barbara's expectation, his indifference and inadvertent sadness all day long are indeed related to emotional entanglements.

In fact, everyone has a story, it just depends on whether anyone discovers it, such as Li Junshan, the Dry Bone King, and even a few undead who wandered in Li Junshan's mansion late at night.

Of course, Li Junshan, who is "nervous", has no way to distinguish what it means for someone to lose his temper all day, whether he is nostalgic for the past, confused about the future, or longing for or despairing of someone.

For Li Junshan, the superficial outpouring of these emotions does not make much difference at all, if not for the presence of a Barbara.

"Please ......"

The fallen angel gave Li Junshan a rare face, he grabbed the wine bottle in front of him and signaled to Li Junshan, there was no wine glass, he just picked up the wine bottle and directly raised his neck and drank a big sip, the mellow wine made the white and pale face of the fallen angel instantly swollen red like blood.

Li Junshan accompanied him to take a sip, and then looked at Kingsman so quietly, he chose to be the best listener.

Kingskerman's eyes began to become like deep Gu Bo, and his unforgettable past slowly unveiled the mystery in front of Li Junshan as he recounted it lightly.

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In the strange realm of light...... It's not the Light Plane, but the Light Realm, where there are countless special beings with great potential, just as the dragon clan is at the top of the strength pyramid of most planes, these special beings also have huge potential and growth space that other races and even various magical beasts can't reach.

This unique life form originally existed in the form of a soul body, and after awakening, they stubbornly believed that they had nothing to do with the dirty and despicable undead, in fact, the rich light elemental power and the miracles that appeared from time to time in the light world were by no means comparable to the undead plane filled with the breath of death and the incomparably dim undead plane.

Existing in the state of a soul, it becomes a little difficult to cultivate strongly, and each soul body does not know how it was formed or appeared, and after having a vast life like the universe, it is not until they have consciousness that they truly become a complete life.

The possession of consciousness is not something that can be obtained by practice alone, and from time to time miracles will descend from the vast realm of light, and the time and manner in which miracles appear are simply inscrutable, sometimes it will be a ray of light, sometimes it will be an illusory and unpredictable elemental face, and sometimes it will simply be like a meteor streaked across the night sky, fleeting.

Every time a miracle appears, many angels will have divine consciousness, and in other words, the angels who are selected by the miracle to exist in a soul state will become a complete life form - in addition to having consciousness and the awakening of the divine power of the origin of the gods, they can also transform into a humanoid state, even if it is not a body in the full sense.

Kingsman is one of the angels of the Light Realm, and in his memory, he has existed in the original soul state for thousands of years or tens of thousands of years, and there is no way to distinguish or make no sense at all, and he began to have consciousness and began to have an avatar body and angelic origin divine power, and it has been ten thousand years now.

The time difference between the Light Realm, the Light Plane and the Demon Realm, including the Aran Continent, is also roughly the same, in Kingskerman's own words, that is, every day in the Light Realm is almost a little longer than that of the Light Plane and the Demon Realm, so if converted, the life of Kingskerman in the real sense is not much lower than the life span of the Demon God Pope or even the Light God Pope.

The Realm of Light is a paradise, a paradise, and in that illusory but real space, there is no strife, no war, and there are only angels floating everywhere - those whose original divine power has awakened, or those who have not awakened.

They who exist in the mysterious state do not need to eat or drink, and the ubiquitous power of the light element and the miracles that appear from time to time in the light realm are the best tonic for their soul body.

There is a saying - where there are people, there is war. Angels who possess consciousness and divine consciousness, whether or not they can personify physical bodies, are in some senses human. The reason why there will be no strife or war is that it seems to be a kind of heaven and earth law in the Bright Realm at all - when there is an entanglement between angels, or for a holy place with extraordinarily strong elemental power, or a territory with the fragrance of flowers and birds, as long as one party dares to provoke strife, the angelic divine power of their physical strength will dissipate in an instant, and along with the divine consciousness, it will immediately become the initial "tabula rasa soul" state.

Angels with divine consciousness also have negative emotions such as fear, and no one wants to change from an intelligent life form to the initial state of "tabula rasa", so strife and war have become taboos in the light world, and when this taboo becomes a rule, no one dares to challenge or try.

Luckily for Kingskerman, after the awakening of his divine consciousness and angelic origin divine power, he wandered around aimlessly, and finally found a paradise in the boundless realm of light, which was a peak located on the top of a mountain with a high mountain range, completely submerged in the clouds, and when he stood on it, he almost felt that he could reach out and touch the stars above his head.

The elemental power there is very rich, so rich that every breath doesn't even need to be filtered and screened with the Origin Divine Power, it is the purest and richest light elemental power.

Kingsman stayed on the top of the peak and never went down, of course, this is not a seclusion or isolation in the light world, and the angels who have nothing to do spend almost every moment, every day, or even every year.

After the awakening of the Celestial Origin Divine Power, Kingsman spent more than 7,000 years staying at the top of the mountain without going down, so that for a while, he had the illusion that he did not exist, as if everything was illusory at all, whether it was the Light Realm or himself.

Until one day, more than 7,600 years later, Kingskerman heard a voice, a spell chanting with a strange rhythm.

Of course, at that time, Kingsman didn't know what a mantra chant was, just like he didn't know why there were three pairs of light wings behind his simulated body when the divine power was running, he just felt that the voice that sounded in his heart made his soul very comfortable, just like the occasional Sanskrit chant that came from time to time, and the depths of his soul were appropriate.

The long voice had been ringing in his heart, and just after the strange syllable had been repeated three times in a row, Kingskman suddenly felt that the voice was calling him, although there was no way to prove it, he only subconsciously felt it.

Soon, a huge white pillar of light falling from the sky hit Kingskerman, and at that moment, Kingskman had a violent fear and horror - in the Light Realm, he had seen it at least sixteen times after the soul and origin divine power had awakened, as long as he was hit by this giant pillar of light derived from the power of miracles, the angels who suffered it would all be completely eliminated like those soul bodies that could not adapt to the power of the light element.

The most recent time was more than 700 years ago. Three thousand years ago, an angel wandering to the top of a mountain with two pairs of wings of light, Kingsman didn't even communicate with him, until more than seven hundred years ago, the two-winged angel was hit by a huge white pillar of light that suddenly fell from the sky, and then completely disappeared on the top of the mountain, leaving no trace in the light realm.

Kingsman didn't want to die, even if he didn't know what it meant, but he couldn't escape the powerful miraculous power, and after being hit by a pillar of light that couldn't dodge and escape, his soul went into a state of fainting in an instant.

I don't know how long it took, in an instant or tens of hundreds of years, Kingsman's soul came to his senses, and he suddenly had a sense of steadiness, an indescribable steadfastness.

"Get out ......"

"This is my body......"

"You evil angel ......"

"Get out of the ......"

A cry of panic sounded from the depths of his soul, and Kingsman had already felt that the feeling of solidity came from a living flesh and blood body, and in this body, there was a weak soul that almost made him feel that he could be dispersed in a breath was screaming in anger and fear, and even the other party wanted to use a weak soul attack to drive him away from this body.

As if he wanted to react instinctively, and thought that there was a voice in his soul that affected his soul telling him that he should do this, Kingsman unthinkingly invoked the angelic origin divine power in his body, and easily crushed the soul that screamed, scolded, roared, and cried, and completely occupied a body.

"Welcome, Lord Four-Winged Angel......"

A gentle voice woke up Kingskerman, who was a little afraid to open his eyes and fear that it was all an illusion, and he only felt that this voice was in his ears, and his soul had a gentle throbbing, and the beautiful chanting of the miracle became even more vulgar and ugly than the noise of the weak soul just now.

Kingsman opened his eyes, and more than two thousand years later, the scene is still vivid—he saw a strange man with long silky blond hair and an incomparably holy glow all over his body, and when that man looked at him timidly with a respectful and gentle look, Kingskerman's soul alternated between tranquility and restlessness, and he could not help himself for a long time.

It was from that day that Kingsman learned that in addition to angels, there is a race called human beings in this world, and there are men and women, beautiful and ugly.

At the same time, Kingsman also knew that in addition to the wonderful power of the light element, there was also something in this world that could make his soul tremble and even go crazy with happiness.

She has a nice name - Angela.

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