You said you could kill the evil spirits without me, why are you crying now?

Chapter 423: The Twelve-Winged Angel Transforms into the Eighteen-Winged Angel

"Is that all you have?" Chu He said contemptuously.

He suddenly threw the golden ball of light in his hand towards the twelve-winged angel.

The golden ball of light was like a meteor, dragging a long golden tail flame, flying towards the twelve-winged angel at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, the twelve-winged angel quickly flapped his wings, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

However, the golden ball of light seemed to have its own consciousness and locked onto it tightly.

Just as the golden ball of light was about to hit the twelve-winged angel, it suddenly spread its twelve wings and completely wrapped its body.

There was a loud noise of "Boom!"
The golden ball of light collided with the twelve-winged angel, causing a powerful energy shock wave.

This shock wave was like a strong earthquake, spreading rapidly around the explosion point.

The ground inside the devil's cave shook violently again, more rocks fell off the rock walls, and the golden light in the sky also fluctuated violently due to the impact of this force.

When the light dissipated, it was seen that the wings of the twelve-winged angel had become tattered, and the originally bright holy light on its body had become dim.

Its body is shaky and may fall from the sky at any time.

"No...this is impossible..."

Beckett looked at the dying twelve-winged angel in the sky and muttered to himself in disbelief.

Chu He ignored their shock, he slowly landed and stood on the ground of the magic cave.

At this moment, he was like a master who had descended to the earth, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

"Now, it's your turn."

Chu He's voice was cold and ruthless, as if sentencing Beckett, Guerrero and Tota Luohan to death.

The three of them looked at each other and saw determination and resolve in each other's eyes.

They knew very well that there was no way out at this moment, and the only way was to fight to the death, perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope.

"Come on! We'll fight you!"

The Pagoda-Bearing Arhat shouted and raised the colorful pagoda in his hand again.

The pagoda shone brightly, releasing colorful light, trying to once again construct the colorful field that could restrict the enemy's actions.

Beckett and Guerrero also cast their own spells. The scepters and magical instruments in their hands flashed with dazzling light, and powerful beams of energy shot towards Chu He.

Chu He stood there, motionless, still with that confident smile on his face.

When the energy beam was about to hit him, he gently raised his hands and quickly formed a golden rune in front of him.

The rune glowed, instantly absorbing all incoming energy beams.

"Your struggle is in vain."

Chu He said this, waving his hands, and a golden energy wave swept towards the three people.

Wherever the energy wave passed, a deep groove was plowed into the ground, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited, making a sizzling sound.

Beckett, Guerrero and Tota Luohan only felt an irresistible force coming towards them.

They tried to resist, but their efforts seemed so insignificant in the face of this force.

The bodies of the three people were like fallen leaves blown away by the wind, and hit the rock wall of the demon cave heavily.

The rock wall collapsed instantly under their impact, and large pieces of rock buried them.

After a long time, the dust settled and the devil's cave was silent.

Chu He stood there quietly, looking at everything in front of him, with a satisfied smile on his face.

“No one can stop me.”

Chu He whispered, his voice echoing in this silent devil's cave.

The Pagoda-Bearing Arhat collapsed on the cold ground, holding tightly in his hand the colorful pagoda that had once shone brightly but was now dim.

His eyes were filled with sadness and helplessness. He knew that he was in a desperate situation and there was no turning back.

"My life is over, my work is done. My Brahmacharya is established, and I will not be reborn again."

The Tower-Bearing Arhat murmured to himself, his voice was weak but revealed a hint of determination.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if bidding his final farewell to the world.

Then, he used up the last of his strength, lifted up the dim colorful pagoda with both hands, and gently placed it between his eyebrows.

In an instant, a strange scene happened.

The face of the Pagoda-Bearing Arhat turned as pale as paper at a speed visible to the naked eye. The color of life was being ruthlessly drained from his body by an invisible force.

His skin gradually lost its color and became as cold and lifeless as marble.

As his face grew paler, the originally dim colorful pagoda seemed to be nourished by some powerful force, and its light became brighter and brighter.

The tiredness in the eyes of the Pagoda-Bearing Arhat grew more intense.
His voice also became weak, but he used up his last bit of strength in every word: "We never expected that Chu He's plan would succeed.

But we must not just sit there and wait for death, we must put up the necessary resistance.

Beckett, Guerrero, I will create an opportunity for you.

I will burn out my life and put all my strength into the explosion of the colorful pagoda.
Use the power of life to release the strongest field of the Seven-Colored Pagoda.

In the area of ​​the seven-colored pagoda, Chu He was absolutely suppressed.

But you also know that the gap between my current strength and Chu He's is too big.

This suppression can only last about 5 minutes at most.

You must make good use of these 5 minutes, because you know in your heart that with Chu He's current strength, once he walks out of here,
It will be a huge disaster for both your Lighthouse Empire and our Buddhist Kingdom."

After saying this last sentence, the body of the Pagoda-Bearing Arhat began to disintegrate and melt like ice and snow. His body turned into wisps of light and was slowly sucked into the interior of the colorful pagoda.

At this moment, the colorful pagoda was injected with endless energy, blooming with incomparably bright seven-color light.

The light was so strong that it looked like seven dazzling lightning bolts bursting out at the same time.

It was like a gorgeous seven-color rainbow descending on this land that was once full of terror and coldness.

The colorful pagoda slowly flew up and climbed towards the sky.

It hovered high in the air, illuminating a brilliant rainbow of light.

The light quickly spread out, covering the surrounding area.

The originally eerie and terrifying demon cave now became magnificent and beautiful, like a dreamlike world. The colorful light filled every inch of space, giving this land a gorgeous and mysterious coat.

Under the reflection of the colorful light, everything around became like a dream.

The surface of the rock is dyed with colorful colors, as if it has become a piece of exquisite work of art.

The diffuse mist was also penetrated by the light, reflecting colorful halos, like floating colorful clouds.

And at the center of this light, there is a powerful and mysterious force hidden.

Beckett and Guerrero stood aside and watched all this with mixed feelings.

They knew very well that Tota Arhat was using his life to buy them a chance, and this sacrifice moved them but also made them feel pressured.

Beckett tightly grasped the scepter in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes revealed firmness and determination: "Guerrero, we must not let down Tota Luohan's sacrifice, we must make good use of these precious five minutes."

Guerrero nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the pagoda emitting colorful light, and said: "Yes, this is our last chance, we must go all out. If Chu He escapes, the consequences will be disastrous."

At this time, Chu He was standing not far away, feeling the powerful force released by the colorful pagoda, but there was still a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Humph, you think you can trap me with this trick? You are too naive."

Chu He said in a low voice, his voice seemed particularly clear under the cover of the colorful light.

In the realm of the colorful pagoda, time becomes extremely slow.

Every second carries the weight of Tota Rohan’s sacrifice, and the hopes and determination of Beckett and Guerrero.

They knew very well that these five minutes would determine the fate of the Lighthouse Empire, the Buddhist Kingdom, and even the entire world.

In the eerie and depressing atmosphere of the magic cave, Beckett and Guerrero realized that there was no way to retreat.

If they hold back any longer, they will only end up buried here.

The two looked at each other, determination flashed in their eyes, and then they all made strange gestures.

They stood straight with their legs together and their arms slowly spread out, like devout believers offering sacrifice to an unknown power.

Then, they opened their lips and began to chant in a low, solemn voice: "Love is patient and kind.

Love is not jealous, it is not boastful, it is not arrogant, it does not act rudely, and it does not seek its own interests.

It does not get angry easily, does not count the evil deeds of others, and only loves the truth.

Love tolerates all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things.

Love never ends."

As this sacred and ancient prayer echoed in the air, strange changes quietly took place in their bodies.

Beckett and Guerrero's bodies, as if being ruthlessly torn by the claws of time, began to age at an alarming rate.

At first, the luster on their faces quickly faded, their once vibrant skin gradually became loose, and wrinkles spread rapidly like a fine spider web.

The originally firm skin has become wrinkled and full of grooves, just like weathered tree bark, losing all its elasticity and vitality.

Their hair was not spared either. The originally thick black hair instantly turned gray as if attacked by frost.

The white hair fell like snowflakes, scattering on their shoulders and the ground, as if telling the passing of life.

In just a short moment, they suddenly aged from being in their thirties and forties, young and strong, to being in their eighties or nineties, approaching death.

Their bodies are hunched and they are so skinny that they seem like they could be blown down by a breeze. It looks like they will step into the coffin and rest in peace forever in the next second.

Although their bodies were shaking violently like candles in a strong wind, they still stubbornly maintained the shape of the cross.

It was as if there was an invisible but powerful cross behind them, binding them tightly and making it impossible for them to break free from this established posture.

At this moment, the twelve-winged angel, which had originally had no life waves, suddenly burst into a dazzling bright light.

The light exploded like a supernova, instantly illuminating the entire demon cave and sweeping away the surrounding darkness.

Light was surging around the twelve holy feather wings, and several new wings were slowly emerging.

These new wings are as thin as buds at first, but then they grow and stretch rapidly, becoming plump and powerful.

Each feather sparkles with a soft light, as if inlaid with tiny stars.

Before long, the twelve-winged angel had transformed into a powerful being with eighteen wings.

At the same time, a soft white light appeared on the angel's body, and a set of flawless white armor gradually emerged, fitting perfectly on its body.

The texture of the armor is like the purest crystal, yet it also has the feel and toughness of metal.

It is carved with exquisite runes and patterns, and exudes a mysterious luster, as if telling an ancient and sacred story.

A gorgeous crown slowly descended from the angel's head and was placed firmly on it. The crown was inlaid with dazzling gems, each of which emitted a unique light, reflecting each other and forming a dreamlike halo.

The angel at this moment has been reborn, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression and supreme majesty. Every slight movement of it can make the space tremble.

The surrounding air was compressed by an invisible force, becoming heavy and stagnant.

The dark fog that originally filled the magic cave retreated quickly like a tide under the impact of this powerful force, and disappeared without a trace.

As the angel slowly raised the powerless holy sword in his hand, the light on the sword became brighter, as dazzling as the sun, making it almost impossible to look directly at it.

The angel swung his arm and chopped down from top to bottom.

The power brought by the holy sword was like a raging tsunami, sweeping towards Chu He with overwhelming force.

In just a blink of an eye, this power containing the force to destroy the world appeared less than half a meter in front of Chu He.

After the twelve-winged angel transformed into an eighteen-winged angel, its power increased exponentially.

This powerful force plunged the entire demon cave into unprecedented turmoil.

Under the impact of the powerful force, the surrounding rock walls made "cracking" sounds as if they could not bear the heavy weight, and cracks spread rapidly like lightning.

Large chunks of rock broke off the rock wall and rained down on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The ground was shaking violently, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred. Huge cracks kept opening up, swallowing up everything around them.

The stalactites on the top of the cave fell down one after another and shattered on the ground.

The originally peaceful devil's cave was now like a hell on earth, in chaos.

The dark fog in the devil's cave quickly dissipated under the impact of this powerful force, like the remaining clouds swept by a strong wind.

The originally eerie and terrifying atmosphere was broken at this moment, and was replaced by a suffocating and powerful sense of oppression.

Chu He stood where he was, feeling the powerful force coming towards him, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)