Chapter 1288 You Are Going to Heaven The Rhythm of the Heavens, Yahweh

With a snap of his fingers, the four angelic spirits below, who were gradually turning the tide, suddenly changed.

Their armor, which was originally dominated by white, was the first to turn black, as if it had been invaded by darkness. The four of them were all black, including their hair color. Especially the light wings behind it, which are as deep as a cosmic black hole, hooking the soul of almost everyone who sees it.

The vulture bones and other generals bore the brunt of the attack, and they lost their minds for a moment on the spot. The four angelic spirits who had become like the big brothers in Africa took the opportunity to attack in a wave, beating the generals to the point of breaking their tendons and fractures, and flying backwards with blood spurting from their mouths.

Fortunately, the effect of the green bag book is still the same, and it quickly cures the generals.

The angelic heroes defeated the siege of the generals, and the spearhead was immediately aimed at the four ancient arms, especially the Pixiu Flying Cavalry, which was the focus of attention, and was defeated almost instantly.

In the blink of an eye, the tide was reversed.

Lu Yao bit his lip stubbornly, and the advantage he had finally gained was reversed by Jehovah at once. The aura of the four black angels had not changed much, but their power had become much stranger.

"I'm a good person." Yahweh turned sideways seemingly casually to avoid the attack from the Taiping Technique, and looked down at Lu Yao below.

"You were the one who made me find my way to take the final step." Again, as if strolling through a leisurely garden, the pillar of light that had been refracted several times had become faster.

"To repay you, I'll let you two ...... In the words of you Chinese people, die on the same day and month in the same year, and be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate. The second wave of the Taiping Technique struck, along with the previous one, weaving an almost impenetrable web, but the Lord was still at ease, wandering leisurely through it.

Lu Yao chuckled in his heart.

Jehovah, however, suddenly made a puzzling move.

"Oh, I almost forgot, before I kill you, I'll show you how strong I am now." Jehovah smiled playfully like a cat catching a mouse.

The four black angels stopped killing and threw themselves back into Jehovah. Without suppression, Pixiu Feiqi was the first to recover and regain control.

The other three ancient armies followed suit and regrouped, and the generals repressed and surrounded Jehovah.

Jehovah seemed to enjoy it, but instead of stopping it, he fell to the ground, and put on a posture of letting you fight and never fighting back, and smiled proudly at the dense Zhuya army around him.

"Since ancient times, villains have died of talking too much." Lu Yao smiled, and did not let go of the Lord.

"That's because the villain isn't strong enough. I'm going to show you with your own eyes what the power of God is. Jehovah took up his hands and swept his eyes defiantly.

"Kill!"

Lu Bu was the first to attack, Fang Tian's halberd stabbed straight out, and a black dragon completely condensed by black light flew out from the tip of the halberd, leading the Dao Dao Dragon to rush straight at the Lord.

Immediately after, the rest of the generals also sent out a blow with all their might, and with the attack from the Taiping Technique above, they surrounded and killed together.

Bursts of explosions sounded, and in the blink of an eye, Yahweh was swallowed up by all kinds of attacks, and the majestic energy swept away, sweeping away the generals and the phalanx of the four ancient arms.

The smoke cleared, and Yahweh reappeared in Lu Yao's sight.

"How can it be unscathed?" Lu Yao's pupils shrank, and his expression became extremely solemn.

With the blessing of the aura of the Pixiu Flying Horse, not to mention the Taiping Technique, even the sharp arrows shot by the Sun Flying Horse can break through the Lord's protective power. But now there was a wave of fire, and Jehovah was unscathed, not even a wrinkle in his black linen robe.

This Nima is embarrassed.

"Weird, isn't it?" Jehovah smiled faintly at the disarray, and the crowd got up and regrouped.

"Yes, I really don't know what has changed about you now, how strong you have become." Lu Yao told the truth, making Jehovah laugh out loud, so unpleasant.

"This is the power of God."

Yahweh laughed loudly, raised his hand and pulled on his left shoulder, cutting off the left arm, which had turned into a black divine power flowing, the wound healed quickly, and a left arm grew again, and the left arm on the ground twisted strangely, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a black python, and came to the back of the Lord and coiled up a snake formation, the upper body was erected three meters high, and the miserable green vertical pupils stared at Lu Yao faintly.

"This is a creation, and he has already reached the threshold of ultimate evolution." Eve walked up to Lu Yao's side, staring at the black python behind the Lord with a serious face.

"Yes, this is the power of God! I can create whatever I want, like this. The Lord smiled, raised his hand, and a massive amount of black light burst out from his body.

Almost in the blink of an eye, every black point of light turned into an angel, from the lowest-level two-winged angel, to the higher-level four-winged archangel, and finally even the seraphim.

Although each angel was completely dark, as if they had just returned from Africa, their expressions were different and extremely vivid, obviously they were no longer simple angelic spirits, let alone the kind of scum of war that they used to deceive Lu Yao and the gods.

"The level of power is roughly equivalent to that of a god." Eve's eyes brushed through the massive data stream, and calmly gave an evaluation.

"If that's all there is to worry about." Lu Yao was relieved, although the four ancient arms were only comparable to demigods and generals with the blessing of the formation, but with the blessing of the Green Capsule Book, they had the characteristics of immortality and immortality, and they were fully capable of fighting.

"Kill!"

Zhao Yun shouted violently, and was the first to lead the army to rush over. In the blink of an eye, the Zhu Yajun slammed into the Black Angel Legion.

The shooting sun flying horse sprinkled a massive rain of arrows, the Pangu axe guard strode forward to mend the knife, and the Pixiu flying horse went back and forth, attacking while controlling the field. And the Gale Rider is a Black Angel Legion that is directly tougher than itself.

The battle situation instantly entered the peak.

Every now and then, a large number of black angels are shot down by a rain of arrows, and then hacked to death by the Pangu Axe Guard. Similarly, the Black Angel relied on the superiority of air mobility to launch a killing spree.

The blue light emitted by the green capsule book did not weaken by half a point from the beginning, and every time the front foot was resurrected and healed the Zhu Yajun, the back foot was killed again by the black angel.

On the other hand, although there were casualties in the Black Angel Legion, every black angel who died in battle would turn into a black light and throw it into the body of Jehovah, and then recondense.

Both sides have become unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

Yahweh was still calmly dodging the attacks of the Taiping Technique, and there were a large number of shields on the ground to make it easier for him to dodge. But Lu Yao felt bad.

The consumption of the formation skyrocketed from the previous barely supported to much higher than the income at the moment when the Black Angel Legion entered the battle.

Lu Yao secretly said that it was not good, this is the rhythm of returning the other body.