I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 1288: Exploding Holy Angel (Part 1)

Views:

We dealt with Shirley first to prevent her from making dirty tricks at critical moments.

For example, like Brother Cheng, a sudden bomb can also be the key to turning the tide of the battle.

Now only Michael is left, they can concentrate on fighting the enemy!

Seeing that Shirley was eliminated, Michael's expression didn't change much.

As long as he is still here, the greatest hope of the White Feather Clan to obtain flat peaches still exists.

"I admit, I underestimated you a little before."

"Although it's a little unfair to you, I will use the body of the Holy Spirit to deal with you next." The six wings behind Michael fully stretched out, releasing bright holy light, and each feather glowed with pure white luster. Eye-catching.

Bursts of holy sounds began to appear, as if they were gods leading the world to heaven.

At this moment, he seemed to be the most sacred existence in the world.

Boom! Michael's aura began to rise steadily, breaking through the body of Tao and entering an extremely mysterious state.

"Hey, that's a bit too much... You're cheating!" An Lin instinctively opened the distance, and said nervously.

The body of the holy spirit is an extremely rare innate Taoist body of the Baiyu clan. Once that power is fully activated, it can display a holy spirit power that is different from vitality.

Michael originally just wanted to have fun, but after meeting An Lin, he wanted to do it seriously!

Using the power of the body of the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit adds vitality, that is not simply one plus one. After they are fused, they are equivalent to a different kind of explosive body, which can maximize the power increase!

An Lin sensed Michael's increasingly terrifying aura, not to mention that creatures at the level of nurturing spirits couldn't beat him, even in the realm of transforming gods, they could fight!

Michael is likely to be the most powerful enemy he encountered during this trip.

On the Sky Palace.

All the creatures of the Baiyu clan have already begun to get excited.

"Ah...! Michael Shengtian used the power of the Holy Spirit Body, so excited!" The beautiful female cultivators of the White Feather Clan shouted excitedly.

"No matter how strong An Lin is, it is impossible to stop the offensive of Lord Holy Angel. This time, we have finally eliminated a strong competitor!"

"Even if the rest of the super powers in the Dao state come, they will never be the opponent of Michael's holy angel in this state."

Even the male cultivators of the Baiyu tribe were very excited watching this scene, and there were heated discussions.

The battle between An Lin and Michael attracted the attention of almost half of the powers on the field, and almost no power thought that An Lin could win against Michael in this state.

Several emperors in the heavenly court also focused their attention on An Lin.

However, their views were different. They looked at An Lin with full expectation, thinking in their hearts how An Lin could defeat Michael.

"Emperor Longevity, why don't we gamble on whether Anlin or Michael will win this battle?" The Heavenly Emperor squinted his eyes and said softly.

"Okay, I'll bet on Anlin to win, five hundred-year-old flat peaches." The Changsheng Emperor stroked his snow-white beard and said cheerfully.

Heavenly Emperor: "..., Michael is so strong, you actually bet on Anlin to win?"

"Heh, I'm not stupid. Don't An Lin do too many things that surprise us? If there are too many surprises, there is some kind of inevitability." The Emperor Changsheng's eyes were deep, and he seemed to see through something.

The Heavenly Emperor was aggrieved, and originally wanted to take the opportunity to earn a few flat peaches.

"It's meaningless to bet on who will win. Let's bet how long Anlin will be able to defeat Michael." Emperor Ziwei interrupted suddenly, "Five hundred-year-old flat peaches, I bet he will finish the battle within ten minutes!"

Emperor Ziwei, who was beaten up by An Lin, is very confident in An Lin's combat power.

"I bet he can't do it." The Emperor of Heaven thought for a while, and finally said.

Michael is a superpower whose strength is comparable to his, he has to save face for himself.

At this moment, Qiankun enlightened within a sky.

"If you know how to use a sword, then I will play sword with you."

Michael spoke lightly, like a god without emotion, a lightsaber appeared in his hand at some point.

"Stab!" The sharp air tearing sound sounded.

There was a cloud of sonic boom spreading behind him, and he rushed towards An Lin at a terrifying speed, and the lightsaber in his hand drew a pure and extremely powerful sword slash!

There is no need for fancy sword moves at all, it is a simple but simple sword slashed by the fusion of pure holy spirit power and vitality.

The hairs all over An Lin's body exploded at that moment, jet-black sword energy gushed out, and Taishang Wuye moved with all his strength, and the sword fell like night fell, swallowing the surrounding light.

next second.

The Light tears the darkness apart.

Michael's lightsaber and Shengxie sword collided loudly, and the hiss of the blade resounded through the void!

An Lin only felt that the Holy Light Sword Qi surged towards him like a tsunami. The terrifying force caused the tiger's mouth to burst in an instant, and his body was also hit by the sword Qi so that he flew upside down and landed on the ground.

Boom!

A small hill was half knocked off by An Lin.

During a burst of qi and blood stagnation, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The power of the God of War body was suppressed, and the current defense could not stop Michael's attack.

In the first fight between An Lin and Michael, he was absolutely at a disadvantage!

Before An Lin could recover, Michael rushed towards An Lin again, and the holy lightsaber fell again.

Wow! The light of the holy light tore through the earth.

A white figure was hit by the sword light and flew upside down again.

Michael's white wings fluttered, flew across the sky, and continued to pursue.

Suddenly, his face changed, and he immediately changed the flight trajectory.

Golden balls suddenly popped up in the void of the original flight track, and then exploded.

Boom boom boom...

The energy explosion, the hurricane, was actually a series of explosions that made one's scalp tingle.

Michael breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily he hid quickly, otherwise he would have been really tricked.

He turned his gaze not far away, looking at another handsome man whose appearance was comparable to his.

"Being able to use the formation to arrange the explosions secretly and in advance on the void, I have to say, you are really a blasting genius!" Michael praised.

An Lin was shocked.

What? Blasting genius

Xuanyuan Cheng even angrily corrected: "I am not a blaster ghost, and this is not a blaster, but the derivation of the power of Wan Ling Tai Chi Dao Yang!"

"Oh." Michael nodded disapprovingly, and agreed, obviously not believing it.

Xuanyuan Cheng: "..."

Thanks to Xuanyuan Cheng's delay, An Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was hesitating whether to use that move, a beam of light containing extremely powerful energy traversed the sky and blasted towards Michael!

Michael reacted extremely quickly, and avoided the bombardment range of the beam of light with his extremely ghostly movements.

"Hold the grass, this trial angel Kyle's position is so coquettish, he even escaped my ultimate flash!" An extremely clear and pleasant voice sounded.

Holy Angel Michael: "???"

Who is the Angel of Judgment Kyle

(end of this chapter)