C771 (1/2)
No one knows when the singing between heaven and earth, these ancient music with exotic tones, constantly reverberates, making the whole sixteenth layer of hell filled with an inexplicable powerful light.
Qingniao and ajiu feel the strong power of purification. They are dignified. Even the artifacts they carry are bursting out with the power of terror to the extreme, which makes them quickly open a solid barrier.
Numerous crosses spread out towards the horizon in the distance. The monks nailed by bronze spears were still bleeding and slowly integrated into the earth below.
These powerful monks have strong self recovery ability. Even if they keep bleeding, their vitality will not be annihilated, but they can not get rid of the shackles of the cross.
At this time, a huge array of blood was forming on the earth, and there were many figures pulling the coffin.
”With so many masters of Taiyi's divine realm to pull the coffin, that twelve winged angel is really good face, but it's disgusting to have our son-in-law trapped in that coffin!”
Ah Jiu has thrown the broken River hairpin in his hand, and is hesitating whether to take a direct hand. Although the twelve winged angel is very strong, he is just a king of Taiyi God. It is hard to say who wins or loses in the fight.
Countless monks in Taiyi Shenjing, who pulled the chains, ignored the green bird and ah Jiu who were in front of them. They walked on the thick earth infected by blood and dragged the coffin step by step.
”Don't rush to do it. After the emperor's son-in-law comes out by himself, we'll beat the bird man again.”
Qingniao doesn't agree with ah Jiu's violence. After all, there are countless powerful monks all over them who are nailed down. If you start now, I'm afraid these people will be torn to pieces by the aftermath of the war.
Mu Lanxiang and his party are standing in the same place at this time. They don't know what to do. They don't even dare to move easily. They just stare at Qingniao and ah Jiu.
Now that Hong Ling is not here, only these two adults can become the backbone of the people. After all, Wujia, the third most powerful disciple among them, is just a strong Nirvana person who embodies the spirit of the heavenly way. He doesn't look at the twelve winged Blazing Angels.
Heavy chains drag across the earth, and whenever they cross a cross, the friars on the cross will explode with a bang, and their scattered flesh and blood will instantly coagulate into a tugger dragging the coffin.
People may not care about the figures on the cross, but when they look at the other apostles in Fengdu, their faces are still not very good-looking. Their families may be able to close the door to fight each other, but if they are regarded as other people's slaves, it is definitely a shame of Fengdu.
”In the face of the emperor's son-in-law, ah Jiu, you go to save the friars in heaven, and I'll save these guys in Fengdu!”
Taking a deep breath, Qingniao doesn't wait for a Jiu to respond. The man has been shooting towards the friars of Fengdu in a row, and a powerful halo bursts out on the diamond chisel in his hand.
As for Qingniao, who is a bad man, ah Jiu doesn't say a word about it. He just sacrifices the broken River hairpin and flings it towards a distant area, making it a powerful barrier to cover all the friars in the heaven.
At this time, the body shape of many boat pullers who originally dragged the chain forward suddenly suddenly stopped, and then they continued to drag the diamond shaped coffin, and kept moving towards the power of ah Jiu and Qingniao.
The twelve winged angel standing on the coffin, holding a gold spear, is looking up at the two celestial goddesses coldly, and his body begins to coagulate with a majestic sense of war.
In the dark, Hong Ling is quietly suspended in the void, surrounded by a dead starry night. There is no shadow, no breath, and no spiritual power to supplement. Here, it seems to be a forgotten space-time. There is nothing but himself.
The matchless son does not know where this is, but he can feel that he is not in the sixteenth layer of hell, but in a certain isolated space, the whole body of God is constantly suppressed.
Hum, the trapped immortal sword integrated with the God of sorrow, slowly separated from it, and the whole body released a strong sense of sword, making the whole world tremble.
Hong Ling looked at everything around him with dignity. Although he didn't know where he was, he was not willing to waste his time here or miss the last chance to meet Su Yu.
The state of Longhua gradually broke up, and Hongling felt his own residual strength. The whole person could not help frowning. He realized that he had only half of his divine light left, and they were still passing by.
The speed of the formation of Shenxi, which was born of the plane God Kingdom, was not as fast as that consumed here. This made Hongling aware of the crisis and knew that it could not go on like this.
”Oh, what a powerful purification ability. If the ordinary Taiyi God King is trapped, I'm afraid that he will be stripped of all his strength by life, and drink hatred here!”
He took out the Yan Huang Emperor's mirror and condensed the sad sword. Hong Ling directly fused the two and stabbed the burning sword toward the void under his feet.Boom, there was no space-time, suddenly burst out a powerful roar at the moment of long sword stabbing, and immediately there was a dark gold sword ripples in the direction of the surrounding.
”The power of Zhuxian array spirit is Su Yu. Do you want to stop me?” Looking at the power gradually emerging in the void, Hong Ling found the strangeness.
First, it was the power to seal and trap the immortal sword, and now he tried to completely eliminate the power of the divine kingdom in his body. Hong Ling couldn't figure out what Su Yu was going to do and what she was afraid of?
He tried to release his own power. Hong Ling was constantly sensing the power of this space-time. Soon he realized the difference between this space-time and the blood colored pupil.