The God of Light originally tasted fine wine in the Upper Realm Light Shrine. The huge golden palace is majestic on the outside, and the interior is splendidly decorated and beautiful. This time he sent three Seraphim to participate in the battle in the human realm, and there was no response. However, the summoning feather was used, so he sent four eight-winged angels, and with the eight-winged angels, it was confident!

Although it is dangerous to send the eight-winged angel down, I don't know how many can arrive, but according to the success rate, send four people, at least one should be able to arrive. Eight-winged angels, there should be no stronger power in the human world than them. However, he underestimated the strength of the powerhouses in the human realm. There are two sides to everything, and inertial thinking is good, so it is convenient to analyze, but there are blind spots, which may paralyze people and cause disasters that destroy nature.

Even the great, omniscient God of Light can be misled by habitual thinking.

Just as he was enjoying the wine, a piece of soul jade suddenly shattered, which was the soul jade of his spokesperson in the human world. The Pope, in fact, is his descendant, and his blood is in his veins. He crushed the wine glass in his hand, and the bright red wine quietly fell from his fingers onto the carpet.

"Who killed him, who killed him?" the roar of the God of Light immediately rang out from the entire hall.

"Lord, what's going on?" the two sixteen-winged angels quickly walked into the main hall at the sound of the voice.

The God of Light said angrily, "The spokesman of this god in the human realm is dead. ”

"How did the Pope die?" the two asked in surprise. You must know that the Pope has the Holy Power and the Divine Weapon of Light to protect the body, how can he die lightly? As for dying of old age, it is even more impossible.

The Light God's tone softened slightly: "It should have been killed." This god wants to go to the lower realm to see. ”

The two sixteen-winged angels were shocked: "No, Lord, how can you go down? ”

"What's the danger of this god, it's just that it takes hundreds of years to cultivate. The gods want to see who is trying to destroy the foundations of the gods in the human world. Besides, if the god doesn't go down, he won't be able to find the coordinates and directions there in the future. "It turns out that the Pope, before he died, conveyed the coordinates of the earth's bearing to the upper realm.

"Why don't you let me go in your place?" said one of the sixteen-winged angels.

"No, your strength is still a little worse, you have finally been promoted to Seraphim, it is very dangerous to go down, so let me go." Another Seraphim said at once.

The god of light said unhappily: "Don't quarrel, you all said that the god will go down by himself, the god has made up his mind, you will guard the shrine for the god, and wait for the god to come back." ”

"Yes, Lord. The two glanced at each other and hurriedly bowed in response.

Although the two of them are the same as the God of Light, they are both Six-Winged Angels, but the strength of the God of Light is much stronger than them, after all, they became the Six-Winged Angels much later than the God of Light, and they are not the same as the God of Light.

According to the coordinates left by the Pope on his deathbed, the god of light soon attained the Pope in the same way as he was reincarnated. If the soul is possessed, the strength will naturally be greatly reduced, but fortunately, the Pope and the God of Light have the same bloodline, plus the Pope is dead, the Pope's body has no rejection of the God of Light.

The god of light shouted, "Don't you want to run away. Wu Lai had completely angered him, and he naturally would not let Wu Lai go. When Wu Lai said that he was going to fight in space, the God of Light thought that Wu Lai was going to escape.

Wu Lai said contemptuously: "Run? Uncle Ben doesn't have the word "escape" in his dictionary! Besides, your breath has locked on me, where can I run? If you are willing to watch your people be affected by our fight, then let's fight here. ”

The God of Light thought for a moment and agreed, "Then let's go and fight in space." ”

The two of them came to the void in an instant, Wu Lai was teleporting, and the God of Light naturally used his own supernatural powers, which was also a kind of spatial law.

"Yes, you're fast enough!" Wu Lai praised heartily. Although he knew that the God of Light did not use teleportation, it was comparable to teleportation, and it was also a great supernatural ability.

"Each other, your strength is very good, if you are in the fairy world, you can be comparable to the immortal monarch. ”

"Xianjun, you exalt me too much, how can I compare with Xianjun?"

"Kid on the other side, would you like to introduce yourself first?" The God of Light attached to the Pope stood in the void, looking very relaxed. The God of Light has experienced a hundred battles, and has fought with the Immortal Emperors of the Immortal Realm, no matter how strong Wu Lai is in front of him, it is impossible to be stronger than the Immortal Emperor, so he is not worried about anything.

The God of Light stood there, without the kind of golden light shining brightly, and there was no terrifying divine power that people couldn't raise their heads to, he was so quietly floating in the air, but Wu Lai paid great attention to it. This is the real master, completely in harmony with heaven and earth, although for the God of Light, they are not pursuing the way of heaven, but the so-called God, but the essence is the same, the God of Light has reached a rather terrifying realm, but why only fourteen wings appear is because the Pope's body restricts him, and his strength can only climb to such a high level.

Wu Lai is very sensitive to the judgment of energy, and his perception of the Heavenly Dao has reached a very high level, but the Light God in front of him seems to be closer to the Heavenly Dao. Of course, they are far from the true Heavenly Dao. Wu Lai felt that the energy in the body of the God of Light was not inferior to himself, and it might be stronger than himself.

In the face of such a powerful enemy, Wu Lai's face became solemn, and he put away his giggling and waited for it.

"Wu Lai, a native of China, is 19 years old. Wu Lai simply introduced himself.

"What, 19 years old?" The Bright God was stunned for a long time: "This, how is this possible?" Even if you start cultivating from your mother's womb, it is impossible to have such a cultivation?

Wu Lai said with a look of anger: "Nothing is impossible. To know that people are better than people, that is to anger people. Compared with today's genius, you can't catch up. ”

The bright god was stunned, he didn't expect Wu Lai to be so thick-skinned, but people have proud capital, and at the age of 19, he has the strength to dominate the world, this is the capital!

Looking at the time, Wu Lai looked impatient: "Okay, I said that the old man of the God of Light, I want to fight quickly, why is my mother-in-law and mother-in-law, I have been saying that I must beat you so much that I don't even know your mother when I see you, and now that you have sent it to the door yourself, I can teach you a good lesson." Besides, you won't be in this world for long. ”

The bright god was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, and he shouted angrily: "Presumptuous! You killed my spokesman in the world, I didn't trouble you, you still have to inch in." Since you're looking for your own death, then don't blame me for being unkind. ”