The wind and thunder were excited, the tragic cry broke through the air, the red river made waves, and countless waves flew into the sky like snow, and then fell, covering the figures of those giant beasts in Yujing who fled in terror. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With a scream, the Angel of Light fell to the ground, golden blood splattering everywhere in the sky, drawing two clear lines.

Despite his injuries and pain, he remained calm, trying to find the last ray of hope in the midst of despair.

His wings were torn off by Tsing Yi Dao Sheng, and he lost his proudest photoelectric speed, he simply gave up flying and fell towards the ground, his speed became faster and faster, and the golden blood spurting out behind him could no longer keep up with him, and the air was burned by his collision, turning into a line of fire.

He smashed like a meteorite into the ground.

Only in this way can he guarantee his speed, and only then can he hope to get rid of that quiet and terrifying Tsing Yi Daoist.

With a loud bang, the Angel of Light smashed into the river beach on the shore, smashing out a huge crater.

The tremendous impact did not affect him in any way, and he did not hesitate to get up and prepare to flee towards the other side of the river.

His companion, who was stronger in the realm, was in the mountains on the other side.

However, just as he was getting up, another meteorite also fell into the crater in the river beach.

The White Emperor left the observation deck and fell from the sky to the ground, stomping on the chest of the Angel of Light.

There were countless cracking sounds, like a stone being crushed by a harder and greater stone.

The Angel of Light's body twitched a few times, countless golden plasma spilled from his mouth and nose, and then he closed his eyes and died.

The White Emperor slowly withdrew his foot.

He looked at the golden blood on the face of the Angel of Light and thought for a moment.

His gaze moved downwards and landed on the lower body of the Angel of Light, only to see that it was all clean and featureless.

The White Emperor was slightly stunned, then shook his head.

It turned out to be a birdman who was neither male nor female.

The so-called angels, nothing more than that.

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The Angel of Light named Fury is dead.

The direct reason for his death so quickly was that when he saw the light and shadow of the white tiger in the sky, he did not choose to flee, but to fight.

Judging from the specific circumstances at that time, his judgment and choice were not wrong.

Emperor Bai's attention at that time had to be on the Mu Lady in the clouds, even if he saw that the Terran powerhouses outside the courtyard were about to be killed, and even the people in the city would be slaughtered, he could still only divide a divine soul to attack, just like when the Tianshu Tomb changed, the Holy Queen of the Tianhai Sea.

If he can resist the White Emperor's divine soul attack, even if it is only for a while, the other Holy Light Angel can kill Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, and then turn his head and attack the White Emperor with Lady Mu, at that time, no matter how strong the White Emperor is, it will not be their opponent.

The problem was that he didn't expect that in addition to the White Emperor, there was a truly peerless powerhouse in this city today.

After their arrival, they had some understanding of the powerhouses of this continent and knew that there was a Taoist who was very powerful.

In their minds, it was impossible for that Taoist to appear.

But the Taoist appeared.

So he died.

It's as simple as that.

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The Tsing Yi Daoist also landed on the river beach.

The river breeze stirred his black hair, and his green clothes fluttered lightly, really like a fairy.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he tore off a pair of wings of the Angel of Light.

There is only one such Tsing Yi Taoist in the world.

Merchant boats.

The middle-aged Taoist in the old temple in Xining was now the strongest man in the mainland and the ruler of the human race.

Shang Xingzhou and the White Emperor have an old relationship, but they did not catch up with the old because the war is not over yet.

They looked across the Red River.

In the depths of the mountains on the opposite bank, there was a heavenly tree that was constantly swaying, and the aura of wildfire there rose into the sky, and occasionally a few sword intents appeared in the process.

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The sky was full of sword rain, and several streams of fire.

Chen Changsheng's left hand held the stone beads formed by the five Heavenly Book Tablets, but he never released them.

Xu Yourong stood behind him, and he had already pulled out the Tong bow, but the Wu arrow was still on the string.

The Angel of Light sensed the threat, but didn't care, because he was in control of the whole situation, and the situation was irreversible.

He shuttled between the trees like a bolt of light, staring indifferently at the young man and woman in front of the trees.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood on an extremely thick branch in the Heavenly Tree.

Chen Changsheng didn't borrow his sword to send the stone away, and Xu Yourong didn't let go of the bowstring, because they, like this Holy Light Angel, heard that scream.

-- The scream that echoed over the White Emperor City and made the entire Red River stir and uneasy.

The Angel of Light looked somewhere on the other side, and his emotionless eyes suddenly gave birth to infinite shock.

He clearly sensed that his companion was dead, and then he sensed two extremely powerful aura.

The white wings whipped up the wind, and he didn't hesitate to leave.

Just as he was about to go, a crack appeared in the northern sky.

The rift expanded at an indescribable rate, and in a very short period of time it had stretched for more than ten miles.

In that spatial rift, it was not an endless abyss, or a different world full of turbulence, but a city.

A city that should be on the other side of the river.

This city is the White Emperor City.

There is a river outside the city.

There is a beach by the river.

There was a man standing on the beach.

White Emperor.

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The cracks in the sky did not disappear, and a sharp metal horn peeked out from the bottom, carved with some intricate pattern.

It was this metal horn that cut through the space, and then magically connected this place with the White Emperor City, which was obviously behind.

The Holy Light Angel and Chen Changsheng didn't know what it was, but Xu Yourong knew, because in the inn, she had taken this bronze mirror many times and was very familiar with the patterns on it.

There is one more person who also knows.

"Haotian Mirror!"

In the clouds, Madame Mu's face became a little pale, whiter than the sea of clouds around her.

A moment ago, when Shang Xingzhou quietly appeared behind the dead Angel of Light, she knew that she had failed.

No matter how meticulous the black robe and her plan were, it still fell through in the end.

But at that moment, she hadn't figured out how Shang Xingzhou ignored the spatial distance of 80,000 li and suddenly came to White Emperor City from Kyoto.

It wasn't until the shards of the bronze mirror pierced the sky that she found the answer.

Seven points of the authority of the state religion should now be in the hands of Chen Changsheng, because he is the pope.

The foundation of the state religion is still in the body of Shang Xingzhou.

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The White Emperor did not enter the spatial passage.

The Haotian Mirror has been destroyed, and the fragments forcibly cut through the spatial crack are not stable, and they can't withstand the aura of a big demon like him.

And until now, most of his attention was still on the clouds, on Madame Shepherd.

There was no one in the world who knew his wife better than him, so he was very cautious.

But he moved anyway.

This time, he was still moving his soul.

The white tiger light and shadow in the sky tore apart all the sea of clouds.

His spirit walked into the Red River, into the crack, and when he came out, he was already among the mountains.

A chanting with divine connotations flowed from the lips of the angel of holy light like water.

An incomparably solemn aura and a solemn battle intent were born in his eyes.

He was still strong, and if the White Emperor and Shang Xingzhou could only attack with their divine souls, he should be able to leave.

The spear composed of light pierced the branches and leaves of the Heavenly Tree and the wind and clouds, and stabbed at the White Emperor's divine soul.

The sneering sound kept ringing, like an invisible flame, burning wildly between the light spear and the White Emperor's divine soul.

In the incomparably dazzling light, the White Emperor's spirit gradually faded.

The Holy Light Angel was still vigilant, because the White Emperor's expression was also very light.

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The fragments of the Haotian Mirror pierced the sky, and in the cracks, you could see the river beach behind you, and there was only the White Emperor on the river beach at that time.

Now there is still only one White Emperor on the river beach.

He quietly looked at the opposite shore, looking at the west of the sea of clouds, and did not move.

Shang Xingzhou was no longer by his side.

The river is surging, the green clothes are fluttering, and the wind is blowing.

Shang Xingzhou came in person.

In an instant, he crossed dozens of miles of rivers and mountains, leaving a trace of Tsing Yi in the sky.

The heavenly trees in the mountains are shaking, and the sky is full of sword rain.

Shang Xingzhou turned a blind eye, didn't say anything to Chen Changsheng, and stretched out his right hand into the sky full of sword rain.

Like a flower, like picking leaves, he took a sword in the rain of swords. (To be continued.) )