In the depths of the extremely distant southern ocean, a stream of light suddenly stopped, and the angel of holy light appeared.
His body was pierced by the Great Sun Tathagata Sword, and he was so severely injured that even the blood of the gods could not repair it.
He must return to Xuelao City as soon as possible to accept the offerings from the altar.
But a black mountain appeared in the northern sky, blocking all his way.
After that, no matter what direction he chose, he still couldn't get around the black mountain range.
That mountain range can be moved, it is a mysterious frost dragon.
Even in the Holy Light Continent or even the legendary prehistoric light world, the mysterious frost dragon is the most noble and rare creature.
But this mysterious frost dragon is still underage. Normally, the Holy Light Angel would be vigilant, but he would never retreat without a fight.
The problem is that his injuries are too serious now, and he can only rely on his white wings to maintain his speed to ensure that he will not be overtaken by the opponent, but he dare not act rashly.
It's just that after such a long time, his injuries have gradually deteriorated, and finally it's time to fight to the death.
The sun shines on the mirror-like sea surface, and the water mist gradually grows, making it a bit muggy.
The Angel of Light turned and looked towards the horizon.
A black line came at high speed and stopped suddenly.
In the dragon's chant like a storm, a girl in black came from the sky.
The languages of the God Clan and the Dragon Clan are very similar, and the Angel of Light can understand her meaning.
"I'm really hurt, but I still have the strength to kill you."
The Angel of Holy Light's face was extremely pale, as if transparent, but his expression was very solemn.
He said in a low voice with that complex language: "In the depths of the ocean far away from the mainland, I believe no one can help you."
At the very beginning, he tried to cross the snowy ridge back to the Demon Realm, flying in the belly of the mainland for a long time, and even successfully avoided the interception of the little black dragon several times, but at the last moment, he chose Give up, because he felt that there was some extremely powerful aura waiting for him ahead of the route.
Some of those breaths are like the sun, some are like ancient wells, and some are like a knife.
Obviously, those strong human races are waiting to kill him all over the mainland.
Angel of Holy Light did not dare to take risks, so he left the mainland and came to the depths of the farthest South China Sea.
The so-called fight to the death is actually survival.
The Taoist and the girl in white had to deal with some more important matters in Baidi City, such as the life and death of that young man.
As long as he can kill this mysterious frost dragon, no one on this continent can keep up with his speed.
At that time, as long as he chooses a route in advance and avoids those strong human races all over the mainland, he is very likely to return to Xuelao City.
The chanting sound with a sacred meaning flowed out from the thin lips of the Angel of Holy Light like flowing water.
His expression became more solemn, extremely solemn, and extremely pious.
His aura has also become much stronger.
He pinned all his hopes and glory on the ensuing battle.
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The little black dragon's expression was not serious, not even serious.
Looking at the Holy Light Angel whose aura kept getting stronger, she didn't feel like she was facing a big enemy at all, instead she looked like she was watching an idiot perform.
She suddenly thought of something her father had said to her many, many years ago.
"Those angels are stupid because of their pride. It's best to kill them."
yes father.
These angels are as stupid as you say they are.
The little black dragon was a little sad.
Between the blue sky and the sea, there is no wind and no sound.
Suddenly, the sea water started to move, tumbling non-stop, as if boiling.
Dozens of large or small islands rise slowly from the sea.
On those islands lay all kinds of... dragons, big and small.
This is Dragon Island, where all the dragons in this world live.
At this time, the sun is in the sky, and it is time for them to bask in the sun.
Dozens of dragon chants sounded one after another, either majestic, violent, or frivolous.
Dozens of mountain-like dragon bodies stretched across the sky, covering all sunlight.
Dozens of terrifyingly powerful or weak dragon breaths fell on the body of the Holy Light Angel.
The angel of holy light was silent for a moment, and put down the light spear in his hand.
In the sea, he sank toward the darkest depths.
He opened his eyes, looking at the sun on the sea.
He didn't feel cold or afraid, but rather warm.
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The reason why the water in the South China Sea is warm is that there are few clouds and the sun is extremely strong.
The reason why the water in the Red River is not cold is because the wildfire at the bottom of Tianshu leaked a little along the cracks in the rocks.
There are especially many wildfires spilling out today, the river is warmer, and the red algae are happily growing, and it didn't take long to dye the river redder.
If it is normal, Yu Jing, who feeds on red algae, should be eating happily, slapping the river surface with his broad and flat tail from time to time, forming a spectacular scene.
But they have a considerable degree of intelligence, they have already dived into the deepest river bottom today, and they dare not stand up at all.
The river is so calm, it looks like a red satin.
There was no one on either side of the strait.
Baidi City was full of noise.
Especially around the courtyard adjacent to the Xiangzu Manor across the stream in the west city, it was crowded and dark.
The houses in the compound have completely collapsed, and you can see waste bricks and broken beams everywhere, covered with yellow sand, it looks like it has been abandoned for decades.
The Great Formation of the Li Palace has been broken, and the Angel of Holy Light has died, but the priests around the courtyard did not leave.
Even if the state religion giants such as the king of Ling Hai were seriously injured, they still stood guard in front of the courtyard.
Tang Thirty-Six's face was pale, and he had to rely on the support of the little makeup girl to stand still.
They didn't leave because the Demon Lord was still inside.
But they couldn't go in, because the entire compound was surrounded by the Red River Demon Guards.
Xiaode stood in front of the courtyard with the patriarch of the gentry clan and more than a dozen powerful men of the monster clan.
The two sides faced each other in silence.
Suddenly some voices came from behind.
The Anglican priests parted like a tide.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong walked over.
Hundreds of swords pierced through the air, forming a sword array in the sky.
Xiaode didn't mean to get out of the way.
He looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "This is His Majesty's intention, please forgive me."
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The meadows around the Tianshou Pavilion maintain a green and tender color under the nourishment of the river.
The bluestone slabs on the street were a little wet from the cloud and mist just now, glowing like oil.
Bai Di looked at the movement in front of the big courtyard in the distance, and at the group of swords raining down in the sky, with an expression of appreciation in his eyes.
Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship was stronger than what the rumors said.
Shang Xingzhou walked to his side and said, "No one can stop the person I want to kill, not even you."
What he was talking about was not Chen Changsheng, but the Demon Lord.
Killing those two holy light angels was only the most basic goal for him.
If the demon lord can be killed, then the human race can be said to have won a complete victory.
Even the last Angel of Light, Baidi wanted to leave him a way out, let alone the Demon Lord.
So he asked Shang Xingzhou a question.
"After you die, which student of yours will the human race be?"