"The killer of Huangquan, the archangels, set up an angelic array for this god, this god wants her to come, and she can't go!"

Standing in front of Shaliye's corpse, looking at the heart of Yahweh, the Lord God of the Light Force Heaven, who was empty, I don't know how much anger I couldn't vent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Kill the Angel of the Moon, Shaliye, and it will take Yahweh a little effort at most to recondense the full form of the Twelve-Winged Angel and give him his sanity. But the killer from Huangquan not only killed the angel of the moon, Shaliye, but also took the angel heart on his chest. An angelic heart that encompasses the essence of the energy of a quasi-saint's whole body is a great loss for the Lord.

There are also a few great twelve-winged archangels in the heavenly court, among them, the angel of fire Metatron rebelled, the angel of judgment Raguil was inexplicably beheaded, and now, the angel of the moon has been assassinated again, a huge heaven, and there are not many people available.

"Yes!"

Several voices rang out in succession, and then the whole of heaven was covered in divine light. Any energy that is in any way different from the divine power will be hidden under the overwhelming light.

The person from Huangquan is none other than Jiuyou.

Jiuyou, who came to the West, suddenly received a message from the Reincarnation Sect Ancestor before he died, and asked her to hide in the West first. Therefore, Jiuyou simply threw himself into the most powerful Huangquan in the West and became a guest secretary.

The strength of the Nine Shadows is a few points stronger than that of the average archangel. The Angel of Fire, Metatron, who gave up the light for the sake of the flames, is currently the third strongest master in the Yellow Springs, and he is not sure of winning the Nine Shadows.

Letting her assassinate the archangel was Huang Quan's decision after careful consideration. At first, the patriarch of the Yellow Springs Blood Clan, Roland Smans, always disagreed, but helplessly, it was the real speaker of Yellow Springs who made this decision, the Yellow Springs Dao Master.

After assassinating the Angel of the Moon Shaliye with silver threads and seizing his Angelic Heart, Jiuyou has not yet left. She wanted to find another chance to see if she could make heaven lose one more archangel, or even a presiding god.

When there is pressure, there will be motivation. And pressure is often the source of continuous improvement. Jiuyou needs to rely on such pressure to break through himself.

It's just that she doesn't seem to know very well that in the Western Region, the rank of the Lord God, even if it is worse than the Heavenly Dao Saints in the Eastern Region, it will not be too bad. Since ancient times, there is a saying that "under the saints, all are ants".

Jiu You, who majored in the way of concealing assassination, of course, could not be easily forced out by the formation laid out by several archangels. Her figure is very cleverly hidden in a dead corner, so that no matter how the light shines, there is no way to find it.

Half an hour, a quarter of an hour, the glancing of light never stopped, but had a tendency to become more and more intense.

From the original Angel of Mercy Lemuel, the mysterious Angel Rachel, and the Angry Angel Uriel to the archangels Gabriel and Michael, there has never been a trace of the Nine Shadows.

"Rub, it's all rubbish! You can't even catch a killer! Is it that the next time the Yellow Spring of Hell comes, you all have to stretch your necks and let them cut it down?" He didn't wait any longer, and the crown of thorns above his head emitted a golden holy light that was several times brighter than the surrounding light!

"In the name of the Lord God, Jehovah, shine upon all the darkness of the world. Whoever disobeys God's will will be humbly punished! May the power of light shine on all the lands, and may the light be sprinkled in the hearts of all the people!"

Holding a peculiar scripture book in his hand and a crown of thorns on his head, the image of Jehovah at this time can be said to be as solemn as it can be, and it is simply a fight with the saints when they preach the Dharma.

With the Lord God at the center, a golden light burst out in all directions, piercing everywhere and everywhere. The golden light has no lethal power, but it can make everything hidden have nothing to hide! Even if it is hidden in a dead corner, it is impossible to hide!

"What kind of person provoked the old god stick to cast such a spell? What the hell is he trying to do?" a handsome man in black sat down with a pale-faced nobleman, smiling disdainfully.

"Who knows, no matter how bright his light is, it won't shine into hell. The pale-faced nobleman drank the blood-red liquid from his cup and laughed at the same time.

In the Yellow Springs.

"Metatron, is it really right for us to do this? I always felt that that woman from the East had a strange connection with Shizun, but with her strength, it was not enough to fight against the entire Heavenly Court. Roland Smans spoke at a rate not to mention how fast, which shows the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

"What can we do? In the Yellow Spring, the Dao Lord is still in charge. Young Lord, please bear with me. Now, at least for now, we don't have the ability to confront the Dao Master head-on. What heaven and hell, compared to the strength of the Dao Lord, is far behind. Even if our strength is above theirs, we are not the opponent of the Dao Master. I wonder how many tricks the young master will be able to take over now?" said the Angel of Fire, Metatron, Roland Smans's most loyal servant now, respectfully. Except for Mu Ran and Little Loren, no one could command the Flame Twelve-Winged Angel with this independent trait.

"At most, it won't last ten moves. I thought to myself that my strength had surpassed that of the progenitor of the Blood Demon who called himself Cain, and that it was not even inferior to Yahweh and Satan, but it was still far from him. Roland Smans said with some frustration.

"Bear with me, young master, I believe that the master will come back one day, I have this premonition. Metatron secretly calmed the restless flames in his body and said.

The golden light, the magnificence, is even beyond the scope of heaven.

Jiuyou, who was hidden in a dead corner, was suddenly pulled out, and the pitch-black figure was exposed to absolute light.

"Kill it!" Michael's shout, Gabriel, Uliel, Rachel, and Lemuel, the four archangels, spread out six pairs of snow-white wings together, and rushed towards the Nine Shadows from different directions and angles.

The silver silk thread was covered with the Nine Shadows in an instant. Knowing that there is no way out, it is impossible for Jiuyou to sit still. She has to make a final resistance.

Fight, let's fight.

Biting his lip fiercely, Jiuyou's eyes were already locked on the weakest Angel of Mercy, Lemuel.