Way of Choices

The light comes from a streamlined, extremely beautiful light pestle.

The light pestle was held in a steady and terrifying hand.

This hand belongs to the holy angel who emerged from the fog.

This holy light angel warfare is called anger by a different kind of red, and the eyes without human emotions are full of the desire of violent and killing.

In his eyes, these strong humans are like ants.

He was trapped by these ants for such a long time, it was an unbearable humiliation.

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.

As if it were a substance-like light paste, he splashed into the surrounding sky with his movements, with an unimaginable horror.

Any life that touches these light pulps will become cold in the next moment, losing breath and soul.

Whether it is a flying bird in the sky or a flower tree beside the courtyard.

The golden light splattered on the Great Palace of Li Palace, and countless lightnings illuminated the night, bringing thunder and impact.

In the sky, the high-speed rotation of the falling star stone, the black channel is getting smaller and smaller, the dark willow has become mottled, and all the treasures of the palace are suppressed.

The angel of Holy Light watched the ants still struggling, the violent emotions became stronger and stronger, and a howl full of desire to kill was issued.

The howling fell to the ground and rolled up countless strong winds. I didn't know how many priests' eardrums had been shattered. Some weaker priests passed out.

Finally, the porcelain bottle was completely broken, and pieces were broken, just like the blue sky that suddenly appeared above everyone's head.

The falling treasures and dark willows and other treasures from the palace flew back to the hands of King Linghai and others.

The Great Palace of the Palace of the Palace was broken, and those who presided over the formation were extremely repulsed. Their faces became very pale, and they made waves in the sea.

Tang Sanshi, who was accompanied by the front line, was hit the hardest, spitting out a bit of blood, shaking, and the wand in his hand was almost unable to hold.

The little girl selling fat powder rushed back to his side and supported him, and the rest of the Tang masters stood around him.

The blind piano player stood up again with difficulty, **** fingers shaking the strings tremblingly, making a dull sound.

The night swept from the depths of the courtyard, without being shattered by the piano sound, and soon came to the gate of the courtyard.

The demon came out of the night.

With a stone pestle in his hand, he could not see anything special, but it seemed to have some magic power, which attracted countless eyes.

The angel of light also came out of the night, only in the farther sky, on the side of everyone.

Countless light scattered from the sky, did not disperse the night, but enveloped the courtyard with the night.

Everyone felt the unimaginable coercion, and his face became extremely pale.

Hundreds of priests forcibly endured the turbulent pain in the sea, bowed their heads, and kept chanting the Taoist code.

The pious chanting sound echoed around the courtyard, resisting the coercion in the light, naturally showing a tragic meaning.

The King of Linghai and Eucalyptus also came to the main entrance of the compound, staring at the demon on the stone steps.

They knew that if they wanted to survive today, the only possibility was to kill the demon king before the angel of light took action.

The question is, will the Holy Light Angel give himself this opportunity?

"I don't want to kill you in this way."

The devil looked at them with emotion and said, "Unfortunately you didn't give me any other options."

The blind piano master was silent, and the king of Linghai's face slightly changed. Tang Thirty-six clenched the wand in his hand.

They heard that the devil was telling the truth.

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The two Holy Light Angels were separated by more than a hundred miles and appeared in the sky at the same time.

Both sides of the Red River, whether mountains or stone cities, are shrouded in light.

Those lights contain unimaginable coercion, declaring the advent of powerful life at different levels in a different world.

Looking at the pictures in the sky and feeling the divine coercion in those rays, the people in the White Emperor City were terrified. Many people sat on the ground in shock, even the bravest demon warriors changed. His face was pale, and he could not afford the courage to fight.

The big demon celebrities who entered the imperial city, such as golden jade law and druid, such as the patriarch patriarch and the patriarch patriarch, they also saw the two holy angels in the sky, still standing, they were not frightened, but their faces very ugly.

The observation deck has not been moving. Bai Di may face the shepherd lady. So who will solve the two angels of light?

These two Light Angels are their unbeatable opponents, which makes them feel extremely angry and unwilling.

"I'm upset."

Jin Yulu drew a giant axe from the waist of the Xiongzu patriarch and looked at Xiaode: "You threw me into the sky, I want to try to cut them with an axe."

He has the oldest seniority and the highest level in the field, and naturally no one will object.

The rest of the strong demon clan is also very unhappy.

Xiao De said indifferently: "I'm going to take the black eagle and stab the guy."

The Patriarch Patriarch said: "Then I will throw it."

Jin Yulu agreed, pointing to the Holy Angel above the White Emperor City and said, "I'm hitting this."

Xiao De pointed to the Holy Angel on the hills across the Red River and said, "Then I will fight that."

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The unhappiness of the demon clan strongmen largely stems from the attitude of the two holy angels.

The expressions of the two Holy Light Angels were too indifferent. Even if they sensed the fighting intentions of the demon clan strongmen, their expressions remained unchanged.

It seems to them that the so-called strongmen in this city and even on this continent are all ants.

Those who are terrified, if not because they are too crowded, are afraid that people who may scare their soft legs at any time are ants.

The vast majority of the people rushed into the street, or fled around, or looked at the sky with fear.

The inn on the street was empty, and a wild cat entered the kitchen quietly, trying to take advantage of the freshly cooked meat.

There was a snapping sound in a room on the second floor of the inn, as if a mirror had been broken.

The wild cat, who had just jumped onto the stovetop lightly, was frightened and walked out of the window with a meow, and disappeared.

People looked at the sky pale, didn't even notice the sound in the inn, and didn't know what was going on inside.

A moment later, a Tsing Yi Taoist walked out of the inn.

The Daoist has a quiet eyes, black hair, no frost, and an unspeakable randomness while walking. He raises his eyebrows but is expensive.

If he looks from the outside, he is at most twenty years old, if he looks from the temperament, he has lived at least two hundred years old, and is above the temple. From the point of view of eyes, some people believe that he has had a thousand years, of course, it is walking between rivers and lakes.

No one noticed this Tsing Yi Taoist.

He walked into the crowd and looked up to the sky like the demons, looking at the two angels of light.

The eyes of the demon people are full of fear, despair, and even some inexplicable fanaticism.

There is no emotion in the eyes of this Tsing Yi Taoist, but he is indifferent, just like looking at the dead.

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