Chapter 343: Fallen Angel

The Divine Realm, if it can still be called the Divine Realm.

In this layer of space, which was forcibly separated by the joint efforts of all the birdmen in the sky above the Xinglan Continent, there was no trace of life in the sky at this time, and the dust on the face and the ruins and broken tiles on the ground all showed the prosperity of the past.

Above the former site of the Council Hall, a strange smile appeared on the corner of the black-shirted guest who called himself Hou Yi floating in mid-air, and looked at the few of the twelve main gods who were hidden in the pile of ruins below and were not strangled by the powerful energy storm just now, and said coldly:

"You ...... Don't play the widow dead...... Those who can't breathe for ten years...... The widow will let you lie on the ground for real!"

But there was no creature in the pile of ruins that stood up after hearing Hou Yi's words.

“...... Hey...... Interesting...... He didn't even listen to the widow...... Don't...... You guys...... Really thought ...... You're the same human ...... Is it still ......? What do you think...... You've rebelled...... The ...... of the widow Strength?" Hou Yi squeezed out a sentence from his throat, and the next moment, a thick inky black 'color' energy arrow 'shot' out of the void, and the target was the pile of ruins.

"Spare your life...... Adults spare their lives...... Adults spare your life...... Just as the black energy arrow was about to "shoot" into the ruins, suddenly there was a sound of begging for mercy.

A fourteen-winged male "sexual" main god-level angel jumped into the air from the ruins with a disgraced face at this time, kneeling towards Hou Yi and begging for mercy.

"That's it...... Are you one, or the remaining three don't want to live......" Hou Yi said playfully as he looked at the twelve-winged lord god who jumped out and begged for mercy.

"Adult ......"

"Do you want to live...... Hou Yi's eyes flashed with a mocking look, and he looked at the fourteen-winged main god and said.

"Yes. ”

"You want to improve your own strength...... Promoted to ...... Sixteen-Winged God King?" Hou Yi smiled strangely, tempting "confused".

"Ah...... Think...... Of course I want to ......" When the fourteen-winged main god heard that he could actually get the opportunity to be promoted to the sixteen-winged god king, he immediately looked at Hou Yi in surprise, as if he wanted to confirm the truth and falsehood of this information.

"I want to be called the King of God...... Let's put the ...... first. Your three ...... Unproductive...... Companion killed......... Eat their crystal nucleus...... The widow will pass on another set of exercises to you...... Such...... You'll be promoted to ...... The realm of the Sixteen-Winged God King of your dreams......"

At this time, Hou Yi's eyes transformed into blood red again, and his voice slowly turned into sound waves as if it had magnetic "sex", and the energy was injected into the sea of consciousness of the fourteen-winged main god with the meaning of command.

"I ...... I...... Can't Kill...... They...... They are...... My companion ......" The fourteen-winged god was also taken aback, unaware that a special energy had entered his body. Towards Hou Yi's hard work.

"Really...... Can't Kill...... Is it ...... Huh?" Hou Yi's blood-red eyes deepened again, as if they were about to drip blood.

"Can't...... Kill...... Yes...... I...... Is it ......" The fourteen-winged main god still wanted to explain, but his whole body trembled violently, and his whole body trembled involuntarily, as if he was fighting fiercely with something, and a painful expression suddenly appeared on his face.

After a while, the fourteen-winged angel finally stopped shaking and slowly raised his head. The eyes are a dazzling blood-red "color"!

"Master......" knelt down on one knee towards Hou Yi and said respectfully.

"Killed...... They ...... "Hou Yi didn't know when he was already sitting on a black 'colored' chair suspended in mid-air, and ordered towards the fourteen-winged main god kneeling in front of him.

"Yes, master!" the fourteen-winged lord god paused, stood up, and a dark and evil aura came out of his originally pure and holy body, followed by a dark and dull energy fluctuation. His entire body changed from the original snow-white "color" to purple and black "color", especially the fourteen wings behind him, which were even more dull, as if they had been soaked in ink, which made people feel "confused" for no reason.

"Fallen Angel...... Arenas...... Wake up...... You...... How can you accept the curse of the devil and become a fallen angel...... Arenas...... You are one of the twelve heads of our Light God Land...... Even if you die, you have to die honorably...... How can it be...... How can you take refuge in the enemy...... Arenas ...... "A 'sexual' but somewhat hoarse female voice came from the rubble.

Then one was plump. The fourteen-winged female "sexual" main god of the "sexual" and "fan" people walked out of the ruins with difficulty, but the golden armor on her body was already in tatters, and some parts even "exposed" her snowy skin.

At this time, the goddess couldn't care about so much, and looked at the fallen angel landlord god Arenas. His face was serious, but there was anxiety between his eyebrows.

"Mona Lisa...... Surrender to your master's feet...... I...... I felt it...... Strength...... We've been ...... all the time. In the pursuit of the ...... Strength...... My body ...... My soul...... It's all full of energy...... I felt that I was the most powerful ...... in the entire plane. Except for my most respected master...... "The fourteen-winged main god of male 'sex' (hereinafter referred to as Arenas) was like an inflated balloon at this time, his whole body swelled up, and the muscles up and down his body protruded one by one, several times more muscular than our current Arnold.

"You...... You...... Do you really want to break the contract that has been abandoned...... you have kept for tens of thousands of years?" the goddess (hereinafter referred to as Mona Lisa) looked at Arenas in some disbelief and asked loudly.

"The old will always be replaced by the new, the outdated...... There is no need to comply anymore...... I...... Right now...... The only ...... to comply with It is...... The host set the ...... Law...... Anyone who obstructs the master's plans...... They all have to die......"

"Tens of thousands of years together...... I really can't see it...... It turns out that Arenas, the god of power, still has the potential to be a slave...... I really didn't expect it......" Mona Lisa was clearly angered by Arenas' words. I couldn't help but sarcastically.

"Don't think about it...... Because...... You don't have long to live...... Right away...... I'll send you to hell...... Oh...... No...... You don't even have a chance to go to hell...... You will only be ...... Ashes...... Not even the scum left...... This...... It's the owner's...... Command ......," Arenas said, smirking as he walked towards the Mona Lisa, the surging evil and dark aura that scared the Mona Lisa, the fourteen-winged god.