People who know eight or nine Xuangong are really the first choice for spy work.

At such a tense moment, Mo Wenjun actually thought of this.

Without squinting, he flapped his wings and walked forward, and the corner of his eye swept to the slender young man-like angel in front of him...... That's right, it's a teenager. Although she has always shown them the image of the female angel she operates, in fact, in this Doji fortress where male angels occupy an absolute dominant order of magnitude, the identity of the male angel she runs is more. Therefore, it is said that eight or nine Xuangong is against the sky, others can only manage their original identity well when they do this, if people find out, it is basically a failure, even if it is a technique that will change before the thirteenth lifetime, even if it completely gives up its original appearance, it will not be able to exchange for several identities, each identity is precious, and every loss is a very big loss. Where is it like Ziyue? Her vest is planned, even if she is found one or two, as long as she is not caught red-handed, she can turn her head and use a new identity to continue to jump around.

How did she maintain so many identities? Hehe, with such an anti-heaven skill, she doesn't need to "manage" a certain identity from scratch many times, if she wants to have someone's identity, she also has to have enough understanding of that person and get that person's key or information, then when she needs it, she just needs to kill that person when no one is around, and it can be replaced, it is more difficult to cultivate higher than her, if she cultivates lower than her...... That trumpet is simply inexhaustible! Infinite vests, that's how terrifying!

But sometimes her identity still needs to be managed, like this now, she should have been replaced for a long time, so she knows so much about the control center, but she obviously opened the trumpet at the same time and didn't know this one, so how did she maintain this kind of identity that needed to be pointed?

Mo Wenjun didn't know that in addition to the original version of Ziyue's Eight or Nine Xuangong sponsored by the Floating Flower Fairy, there were also Monkey King's private goods...... Ah no, friendly sponsorship. That booklet was not specially written by him for Ziyue, in addition to some of the exercises and insights he wrote down casually, there were more private goods, he didn't delete them because he didn't think there was anything, and these private goods made Ziyue look at the immortal gossip dog blood hatred master and apprentice grudge, the biggest gain was that he once wrote down his own doppelganger technique casually......

That's right, it's the monkey brother who "plucks a monkey hair and blows out ten thousand monkeys", although he is used to fighting alone, and is generally only used to lure the enemy deep or fool people, but this is also Brother Monkey's nirvana! Do you still need to blow this power? Although it consumes a little more spiritual power, it is more than enough for Zi Yue! After all, the trumpet she wants to replace is also chosen, and if it is not necessary, she will not choose to be too jumpy as her vest.

"Caesar, why did you come? Didn't know if the archangel was coming today? Who is this man? The slender angel glared at Caesar coldly, but Caesar, who had always shrunk like a puff bag, raised his head uncharacteristically and smiled as if he were bewitching and bloody.

The thin angel was stunned: no wonder this fluffy bun-like little angel can arouse the "sexual interest" of the superior angel, it turns out that when he laughs, he is so ...... Hook people.

This is also the last memory of this angel.

Zi Yue withdrew her purple spirit bamboo needle from the angelic heart of this angel: "Quick, the angel of the shift will arrive soon, cut off external communication and turn on the attack mode and top defense." ”

As he spoke, he worked on the keyboard one after another.

"What you used just now was the Purple Spirit Bamboo Needle?" Mo Wenjun lifted the spear and smashed it suddenly, the peak of the Nine Heavens Xuan Immortal, the immortal power that was only one step away from the Immortal Emperor swept away, and the alarm inside the fortress sounded, and the shields and defenses were erected like a forest, but unfortunately because Zi Yue cut off the internal and external information transmission, this sound could only be shouted inside.

"yes." Although Ziyue's movements in her hands were not chaotic, she determined her identity, opened her passport, opened her weapon, opened her safety mechanism, and opened the operating table, but she was talking and laughing freely, "The palace master back then gave me the purple spirit bamboo needle to save people, but I didn't expect that I would kill more people with them now than I saved, I don't know if the palace master will scold me if he knows." ”

"She won't." Mo Wenjun smiled, "Fuhua knows that you killed a birdman, she will only praise you." ”

"But birdmen aren't all bad people." Zi Yue's expression was slightly lonely, such a slight emotion, if you don't look carefully, it's really easy for people to ignore the past, "Although they are energy creatures and war weapons created by heaven, they have laughter and tears, joys and sorrows, love, hatred and hatred, and in the final analysis, they are just mortals with relatively strong abilities." ”

"But since they have appeared here now, they are the enemy, since they have chosen a position, it is not a fact that they can pass it by themselves, if they really let their actions succeed, how much will the immortals in our immortal realm be harmed?" Mo Wenjun seemed to be surprised why Ziyue, a "veteran" who had been on the battlefield for eight years, and even worked behind enemy lines for seven years, would have such a naïve idea.

"I know." Zi Yue seemed to be a little tired and didn't seem to have it, maybe it was the common problem of secret agents, through the thick mask, their emotions were vague even if they didn't deliberately converge, and no one could see clearly, "Since the third day I stayed in the Doji Star to 'visit' their loot showroom, I have never had such naïve thoughts, since the day they regarded the immortal fairy spirit as a material as a resource that can be plundered, the two races of Heaven and Immortal Realm have been immortal. ”

Mo Wenjun was a little silent, not knowing whether he was speechless or empathetic, but in the end, no matter how many words he had, he only turned into a slight sigh: "You have worked hard in the past seven years, if you retire this time, there will be no threat to the Cross Star Fortress, and there is no need to continue the undercover plan, you can also come back to rest." ”

"yes...... Finally ...... It's a break. Ziyue sighed and said no more.

The words of the two are shallow, their expressions are indifferent, as if they are normal, not as if they are in danger, but like the moving hall when they first met, the past is vague, and the years are quiet. But beyond the stability of this operation center, it is a completely different scene.

Countless angels swooped towards the operation center, covering the sky and the sun, densely packed, like overwhelming flies, pounced on the rotting corpses.

PS: Every time I write a battle scene, I want to die...... Why did I design a plot with so many battle backgrounds? In the next book, I must be a beautiful girl who is quiet enough to play with intrigues.