Those lights come from a streamlined, extremely beautiful light pestle.
The light pestle was held in a steady and terrifying hand.
This hand belongs to the Angel of Light who broke through the mist of light.
This Angel of Holy Light, who is in charge of war, is nicknamed Anger by another red name, and his eyes without human emotions are full of violence and desire to kill.
In his eyes, these strong human beings are like ants.
It was an unbearable humiliation for him to be trapped by these ants for such a long time.
In order to wash away this humiliation, he decided to kill the people around this courtyard, no, he decided to kill all the people in this city.
The light paste, which seemed to be substantial, sprinkled into the surrounding sky with his movements, carrying an unimaginable sense of terror.
Any life that touches these light plasmas will become cold in the next moment, losing breath and soul.
Whether it's the birds in the sky or the flowers and trees by the stream outside the courtyard.
Golden light sprayed continuously on the large array of Ligong, and countless lightnings illuminated the night, bringing rumbling thunder and impact.
In the sky, the falling star stone was spinning at high speed, but the black passage became smaller and smaller, the dark willows became mottled, and all the treasures from the palace were suppressed.
Seeing these ants still struggling, the angel of holy light became more and more violent, and let out a scream full of desire to kill.
The howling sound fell on the ground, and countless strong winds were blown up, which broke the eardrums of countless priests, and some priests with weaker realms even fainted directly.
Finally, the porcelain bottle was completely broken, and the pieces were shattered, just like the piece of blue sky that suddenly appeared above everyone's heads.
The falling star stone, dark willow and other treasures from the palace flew back to the hands of Ling Haizhiwang and others.
The Great Formation of the Li Palace was broken, and they who presided over the formation received a strong backlash, their faces became extremely pale, and huge waves rose in the sea of consciousness.
Tang Thirty-Six, who was accompanying the Zhen Shu, was hit the hardest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was on the verge of falling, almost unable to hold the magic staff in his hand.
The little girl selling makeup flied back to his side and supported him, while the rest of the Tang family masters stood around him.
The blind luthier struggled to stand up again, plucking the strings with trembling fingers covered in blood, making a dull sound.
The night swept in from the depths of the courtyard, and it was not broken by the sound of the piano, and soon came to the gate of the courtyard.
The Demon Lord came out of the night.
He was holding a stone pestle in his hand, and there was nothing special about it, but it seemed to have some kind of magical power, which attracted countless attention.
The angel of holy light also came out of the night, but in the higher sky, on the side of everyone.
Countless rays of light scattered from the sky, and instead of dispelling the night, they enveloped the surrounding courtyard along with the night.
Everyone felt the unimaginable coercion, and their faces became extremely pale.
Hundreds of priests forcibly endured the turmoil and pain in the sea of consciousness, lowered their heads, and kept chanting Taoism scriptures.
The pious chanting sound echoed around the courtyard, resisting the coercion in the light, naturally revealing a sense of tragedy.
The king of Ling Hai, Yu Lin and others also came to the main gate of the compound, staring at the demon king on the stone steps.
They knew that if they wanted to survive today, the only possibility was to kill the Demon Lord before that Angel of Light made his move.
The question is, will that Angel of Light give him this chance
"I don't want to kill you this way."
The Demon Lord looked at them and said with emotion: "It's a pity that you didn't give me another choice."
The blind luthier remained silent, Ling Haizhi's face changed slightly, and Tang Thirty-Six clenched the magic staff in his hand.
They heard that the Demon Lord was telling the truth.
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The two angels of holy light appeared in the sky at the same time, separated by more than a hundred miles.
Both sides of the Red River, whether it is the mountains or the stone city, are shrouded in light.
Those lights contained unimaginable coercion, announcing the arrival of powerful beings of different levels in different worlds.
Looking at the picture in the sky and feeling the divine coercion in the light, the people in Baidi City were terrified. Many people sat on the ground in fright. His face was so pale that he couldn't summon up the courage to fight at all.
The big figures of the monster tribe who entered the imperial city, such as Jin Yulu and Xiaode, such as the patriarch of the gentry clan and the patriarch of the bear clan, they also saw the two angels of holy light in the sky, they were still standing, and they were not intimidated, but their expressions very ugly.
There has been no movement on the viewing platform, Baidi may be confronting Mrs. Mu, so who will deal with these two angels of light
These two holy light angels were their invincible opponents, which made them feel extremely angry and unwilling.
"I'm very upset."
Jin Yulu pulled out a huge ax from the waist of the patriarch of the Xiong clan, and looked at Xiaode: "You threw me into the sky, I want to try to chop them with an axe."
He has the oldest qualifications and the highest level in the field, so naturally no one will object.
The rest of the Yaozu powerhouses were also very upset.
Xiaode said indifferently: "I plan to sit on the black eagle and stab that guy."
The patriarch of the bear clan said: "Then I will throw it."
Jin Yulu agreed, pointing to the Angel of Light above Baidi City and said, "I'll hit this."
Xiaode pointed to the Angel of Light on the mountains on the other side of the Red River and said, "Then I'll hit that."
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The displeasure of the strong monster clan was largely due to the attitude of the two holy light angels.
The expressions of the two holy light angels were too indifferent. Even though they sensed the fighting spirit of the strong monster clan, their expressions still did not change.
It seems that to them, this city and even the so-called strong men on this continent are just ants.
Those people with frightened faces, if it wasn't because of the overcrowding, the people who might frighten their legs at any time are even more ants.
The vast majority of people rushed to the streets, or fled in all directions, or looked at the sky in fear.
The inn on the street was already empty, and a stray cat sneaked into the back kitchen, trying to take the opportunity to steal the meat that had just been cooked.
Suddenly, there was a soft bang in a room on the second floor of the inn, as if a mirror had been smashed.
The wild cat that had just lightly leaped onto the stove was frightened and meowed out of the window before disappearing.
People looked at the sky with pale faces, not paying attention to the sounds in the inn, and not knowing what was going on inside.
After a while, a Taoist in Tsing Yi came out from the inn.
This Taoist has calm eyes, black hair, not frosty, he walks in an indescribably casual way, and when he raises his eyebrows, he looks extravagant.
Judging from his appearance, he is at most twenty years old, but judging from his bearing, he has lived to be at least two hundred years old, and he is above the temple. If you look at it from the eyes, some people will believe that he has lived for thousands of years, of course, that is walking between rivers and lakes.
No one noticed the Tsing Yi Taoist.
He walked into the crowd, looked up at the sky like those monster people, and looked at the two angels of holy light.
The eyes of the Yaozu people are full of fear, despair, and some even have inexplicable fanaticism.
There was no emotion in the eyes of this Tsing Yi Taoist, just indifferent, as if looking at a dead thing.