I turned around and saw Mo Hongcheng's figure flying out upside down, and my heart was even more anxious. Immediately, he suddenly remembered the old man in the god king jade, and he shouted loudly in a hurry.

But what made me roll my eyes was that God King Yuzhong did not reply, but came with an unbridled snoring, and at this time, it was clear that he would not save him when he saw death. It's too late to curse this old man, the eight-winged angel of the Fire Clan, who is already close.

The aura of flames that came to my face was full of scorching meaning, and in the face of such a strong man, the huge gap in strength, all my methods were ineffective, and there was no way to retreat.

Since there was no way out, my heart was also relaxed, I stopped, turned around and stood,

"A dignified eight-winged angel, chasing me a two-winged angel, don't you think it's too shameless" I looked directly at the eight-winged angel.

"The prince of the Snow Clan, is he only the strength of the two-winged angel? It's really weak!" the eight-winged angel of the Fire Clan grinned and said with a hehe.

"What's wrong with the two-winged angel, the two-winged angel still hasn't beaten you Fire Clan's four-winged angel prince all over the ground looking for teeth?" I asked with a smile.

Seeing that the eight-winged angel on the opposite side didn't react, he immediately pretended to say suddenly: "So you don't know that Yan Zhuo was beaten to a coma by me?"

"Hmph!" the eight-winged Fire Clan angel snorted coldly, "No matter how hard you struggle, you will not escape death."

I spread my hands and said casually: "Since you have caught me, then let go of all my minions, this will not lose your identity as an eight-winged angel."

"Hehe, the prisoner under the stairs, still thinking about saving others, it's really wise and brave, so good, I really can't let you go" The eight-winged angel of the Fire Clan said, and a big flame hand grabbed it in front of him.

The flame hand of the magic qi illusion was like a cage, shrouding down.

At this moment, a loud shout came.

"My prince of the Snow Clan, can you also get involved? Get out of here!"

A beam of light shot directly through the shrouded hand like lightning, and a figure slowly flashed out of the void.

On the opposite side, the eight-winged angel of the Fire Clan changed his complexion greatly.

Ten-winged gold-armored angel, ink dragon.

Ten-winged golden armor angel, there are only two people in my Phantom Snow Clan, and this ink dragon is one of them.

The ten-winged golden-armored angel is cultivated by the eight-winged silver-scaled angel, and their bloodline cannot become a twelve-winged divine angel, and if they feel that the potential is not too great, they can only forcibly condense the cultivated strength into a pair of wings, condense the golden armor robe, and become a ten-winged golden-armored angel.

And his success rate is not too high, after failure, his realm will fall, his strength will regress, and it is basically impossible to become an eight-winged angel again.

After becoming a ten-winged golden armor angel, his potential was exhausted, his strength was fixed, and he could no longer make any inch, and his lifelong cultivation stopped here.

But despite this, the strength of the ten-winged golden armor angel who has spent a lifetime of hard work is extremely powerful.

Like in our Phantom Snow Angel Clan, the strong people who can cultivate to the eight-winged angel all have a trace of the blood of the god king in their blood, although they are also not like my royal clan can cultivate to the twelve-winged angel, but their strength can still be improved.

As long as they don't cultivate into the Ten-Winged Angel, their combat power can still be improved, and they can even surpass the Ten-Winged Golden Armor Angel. So the same eight-winged angel, the difference in strength can also be a world of difference.

The most important thing is that even though they can't become twelve-winged angels, if they are strong enough, they have the slightest chance to become gods! Become gods above the mortal realm! Just like the god in the angelic house. This kind of opportunity, although rare, exists, and as long as it exists, it is enough to drive all the eight-winged angels crazy.

Facing the ten-winged golden-armored angel who suddenly descended, the eight-winged angel of the Fire Clan's eyes were full of chagrin, and without saying a word, he turned his head and left.

"Keep him, don't let him go like this," Mo Xue'er said anxiously.

"Xiao Xue'er, this place is close to the army of the Fire Clan, and he is an eight-winged angel, it is very difficult to completely wipe them out, and besides, now is not the time to fight them" Mo Long said.

Since she couldn't kill this Fire Clan eight-winged angel, Mo Xue'er also shook her head regretfully, turned her head to look at Mo Long and said, "How do you know me?"

"Hehe, of course I know you, I even hugged you when you were young," Mo Long laughed.

"Xue'er, this is Mo Long's senior, the ten-winged golden armor angel" I saw that Mo Xue'er still hadn't guessed, so I explained.

"Oh, I heard my father say that you don't look that old," Mo Xue'er grinned.

"Of course I'm not old, I'm still a good young man, haha" Mo Long laughed.

The eight-winged angel of the Fire Clan retreated, Mohong City was also lying on top of his unicorn, his breath was a little sluggish, and the Acropolis God was even more miserable, his body was already scorched, and he was thrown to the ground by the five flowers, but fortunately, the six-winged angel of the Fire Clan had scruples and did not kill him, so he was just a little embarrassed, but the injury was lighter than that of Mohong City.

Finding Lishang and the others who were in charge of answering, our group left here with a heavy heart.

At this time, the Tiger City was already on fire, and the battles could be seen everywhere in this city, blood was sprayed, and life was rapidly harvested by the war, harvesting the lives of my Phantom Snow Clan, and also harvesting the lives of the Fire Clan.

In the raging Tiger City, the sky was full of blood clouds, and the long battle armor of the Lu Zheng knight was bloody, and his hands tore a frightened Fire Clan four-winged angel alive, and flesh and blood flew in the entire space.

Lu Zheng roared fiercely, waving his wings,

I'm a tiger city! I am worthy of these phantom snow wings!

Poof! A flaming spear pierced through Lu Zheng's chest! The huge piercing force pushed his body several meters.

The eight-winged angel of the Fire Clan fell, and casually picked up a notched long sword stuck diagonally into the ground, and the blood stains on the long sword were not dry.

One step, two steps, the eight-winged angel approached Lu Zheng.

Sword raised!

Fall!

Lu Zheng's head flew high!

Bang!

Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky of Tiger City, and snowflakes fell flutteringly, covering the body that was not yet cold.

The war continues, and as long as it doesn't stop, there will be Tiger Ben Castle everywhere.

The fall of Tiger City delayed the Fire Clan's large-scale attack and bought precious time for Snow Dance City's defense.

On the way to Snow Dance City, Mo Xue'er cried very sadly, and Lishang accompanied her all the time. But it can't be helped, this is war.

It doesn't matter why the Fire Clan started the war, but since it happened, then we can only return them and pay the debt with blood.

Mo Xue'er was taken care of by Lishang, Mo Hongcheng and the Acropolis God were also taken care of by the two-winged angels, and Mo Long and I walked in front of the team.

"Uncle Long, why are you here," I asked, turning my head.

"Besides, Your Highness, your strength is not strong enough now, so you should stay in the Angel Courtyard, where it is safe. You're sneaking out now, and there's danger everywhere. Mo Long blamed.

"And you are the future king of my Phantom Snow Clan, you can't do whatever you want, if there is even the slightest danger, it will be a big deal" Mo Long was still babbling.

Mo Long is over half a hundred years old, and he is the most able to chatter, and he won't accept it when the chatterbox is opened on weekdays, and even his father is sometimes annoyed by him and fights with him. Father is a twelve-winged angel, of course he can't beat it, and it won't take long after being beaten to can't help chattering again, and in the end, my father can only have no choice but to admit defeat, and when he comes to chat, he quickly hides secretly.

Without waiting for him to continue, I quickly interrupted him: "Uncle Long, you haven't answered my question yet, how did you come here all of a sudden?"

Uncle Long sighed and said, "I'm here to find Mo Lun, this guy is under a lot of pressure this time, and this time he can't stop the footsteps of the Fire Clan."

Uncle Long looked at me, "That old guy in Tarot divined that you might be in danger, let me take a look, it's true"

"You little guy is already bold, and when I saw the Fire Clan people attacking the city, I didn't know what to do, so I hurried to take a look, and fortunately it was in time."

"Even a few of you dare to go to the camp of the Fire Clan? That Seraphim is a man from Melun, so bold that he dared to make such a big mistake and not skin him when he goes back."

When I heard this, I hurriedly said: "Uncle Long, Uncle Long, it's all my attention, that Mohong City was also ordered by me to protect me, not only is it right, but it is also meritorious, our Phantom Snow Clan has clear rewards and punishments, he saved our lives, the reward can't be light, how can it be punished, and we are all fine now, but he is seriously injured."

"Also, we also burned down the camp of the Fire Clan, so we can always make up for it!"

Uncle Long paused for a moment, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I don't care, leave it to Mo Lun's kid to deal with!"

With two wounded men in tow, our group arrived at Snow Dance City in less than two days.

On the way here, Uncle Long told me about the war.

500,000 Fire Clan Chen soldiers are above the border of my Phantom Snow City Clan, and we only have 300,000 people.

The 300,000 warriors of my Phantom Snow Clan not only have to face the attack of the Fire Clan, but also prevent the Fallen Angel Clan from making a move. The army of the Fallen Angels is also hovering over the border, ready to attack at any time.

At the beginning of the war, the Fire Clan people had the advantage of troops, and they would inevitably attack the city and plunder the land, but as long as our Phantom Snow Clan held on and waited for the Fire Clan's battle line to lengthen, there would inevitably be a disadvantage. Everyone in the Phantom Snow Clan is full of faith, just like the last holy war.

The walls of Snow Dance City are much taller than Tiger City, and they are also even wider, stretching for dozens of miles. Huge flying boats are docked on the city walls, colorful flags flutter in the wind, groups of unicorns neigh, fly, and wing-waving Phantom Snow Angels stand on the city walls, holding huge spears and acting as guards.

On the tall city gate, there is a huge plaque with a golden glitter, but on it are three crooked characters - Snow Dance City. I later learned that it was a masterpiece made by Mo Xueer a few years ago.

The middle gate of Snow Dance City was wide open, and Mo Lun and his wife stood at the door, followed by more than a dozen people in official uniforms, and the scene greeted us solemnly.

Mo Lun is the youngest legion leader of my Phantom Snow Clan, and he has the domineering and majesty of a commander between his eyebrows.

Before I could get closer, there was a chorus of shouts.

"Welcome to Prince Yu!"

"Welcome to Prince Yu!"

"Welcome to Prince Yu!"

The shouts of the Phantom Snow Angels standing on both sides were somewhat unexpected to me, and the deafening sound also made my heart very excited. In the midst of this shout, we approached.

The commander of the army of Mo Lun clasped his hands into fists and saluted me: "Mo Lun, I have seen His Royal Highness the Yu Prince!" After that, everyone also bowed down.

I hurriedly returned the salute and said, "Uncle Mo, what are you doing here, I should have saluted you."

Merlen's politeness was still a little unexpected to me, when I saw him in Phantom Snow City before, I had played with him without restraint, he was not a polite person.

After the salute, Mo Lun said with a smile: "His Royal Highness Prince Yu is coming, of course, it will be greeted ceremoniously, and it is now wartime, and the prince is coming, it will be like His Majesty is coming, which can definitely greatly boost morale!

"Hey, you're using me!"

I pretended to be very melancholy and frowned, sighed, looked up at the sky, put my hands behind my back, and strode into Snow Dance City from everyone's side.

Leave behind all kinds of laughter that you can hold back.

Back in Snow Dance City, Mo Xue'er's mood was also much better, surrounding her mother, chattering non-stop.

Mo Long and Mo Lun have also known each other for many years, and they didn't have any greetings, just one of them holding a pot of wine in his hand and chatting about some messy things.

The rest of me and Lishang feasted on a large table of sumptuous dishes. After a few days of running, I really haven't had a good meal.

Mo Lun only has one child, so he often spoils Cher, but Cher's mother often scolds her.

After eating and drinking enough and resting for a day, Meron gathered all the generals above the Seraphim in Snow Dance City, as well as mages and swordsmen.

By the time Melun, Mo Long, and Mo Long arrived, the hall was already full of people, four eight-winged angels, one eight-winged mage, dozens of six-winged angels, and several swordsmen.

To my surprise, behind an eight-winged angel, stood a four-winged angel.

From the moment I stepped into the hall, the eyes of this four-winged angel were staring at me tightly, even if I didn't look at him, I could still feel the unkindness, this four-winged angel, I was the same age as me, and I had never seen it before, which made me a little baffled.

The eyes of this four-winged angel were undisguised, and everyone present was strong, and no one could not see it. Mo Long's body was full of magical qi and exploded, and I quickly stopped it, while the commander of the Mo Long Army glanced at the eight-winged angel vaguely, and the latter also stopped the four-winged angel.

I can feel that the strength of that four-winged angel is a mid-level four-winged angel, and it is indeed a genius with a different talent, but even so, it will not be so arrogant.

Mellen gave me up to the throne, I wanted to resign, but I glanced at the four-winged angel, and I didn't refuse, I just sat down, I also want to know, what the hell is this kid going to do.