Chapter 312 The battle between light and darkness

The supreme and omnipotent ancestor!

Tens of millions of angels, except for the unconscious battle puppets of the Angel Legion, all the other angels were trembling and howling miserably.

The Ten Jue Formation was launched, with golden light and blood, red sand and black wind, sharp knives and rolling stones, and all kinds of vicious things running around in the sky. They would die if they touched it, and they would be injured if they touched it. Anyone below the Golden Immortal really showed no resistance in the formation.

With such power, just a quick roll immediately turned into pus, blood, flying ash, green smoke, and black dust. Large tracts of angels just wailed a few times and disappeared into nothing in the Ten Jue Formation.

Under the angel Dora and the angel Hamlein, there are more than a dozen high-ranking twelve-winged angels with cultivation levels ranging from second-level to first-level angels. These high-ranking angels are all treacherous and slippery.

They didn't dare to escape from those directions when they saw the faint evil light of the Ten Jue Formations all around them. They loudly ordered the angel legions under them to attack the Ten Jue Formations in all directions, while they turned into streaks of holy light and soared into the sky, trying to

Escape from the seemingly ordinary dragnet covered by dark clouds.

Xin Jia and others laughed happily. Seeing these powerful angels rushing towards the formation, the four Magic Liqing brothers who were in charge of the formation hurriedly opened the formation door and allowed fifteen twelve-winged angels to rush in.

The great formation. Countless infinite divine chains were like whirlpools in a tsunami. They rushed towards these angels and tied them tightly in the blink of an eye. The angels foolishly tried to struggle, but the thunder in the sky struck down on their heads.

, the blast made their bodies blackened, and the wings on their backs trembled like fried chicken wings.

After seeing the dozens of Quan Angels that Gu Xiechen had warned to capture alive, the Ten Heavenly Lords struck harder and more unscrupulously. The power of the Ten Jue Formation was fully activated, and all kinds of golden light, evil winds, red sand, black water, etc. turned into a monstrous sky.

A wave of waves rushed towards the angel army, and ten first-class innate treasures floated on the formation, releasing immeasurable fairy light and covering the entire angel army.

There were also some smart angels who angrily rushed to the main control cabin of the battleship they were on, hoping to capture a few Earth Federation soldiers driving the battleship alive as hostages. Unexpectedly, when the soldiers controlling the ship saw these angels, they all smiled and looked at them.

They nodded, twisted their bodies, or turned into zombies covered with long hair, or turned into demon-conquering arhats with gnarled muscles, or turned into novice monks with delicate features, and they all rushed towards these angels desperately.

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The cultivation level of these zombies, arhats, and novices is not high. They are probably at the Golden Elixir stage or Nascent Soul stage, which is exactly the same as the cultivation level of those angels. But when they can't stand these people's attack, they just want to kill the enemy and completely ignore their own possibilities.

In terms of the damage they received, except for the Angel Legion, which could barely equal a tie with them, the other angels were beaten to the point of retreat and suffered terribly.

The zombies were naturally made by Zhe Hua. With his current level of cultivation, he could condense hundreds of thousands of golden elixir stage zombies, but the zombies at the Nascent Soul stage could easily be made. The Arhat and the novice monk came from the hands of Prajna and Maha.

The ones Prajna summoned were the novice monks with delicate looks who used Buddhist methods of subduing demons. The ones that Maha summoned were the Buddhist arhats with murderous looks on their faces. Their every move was full of killing moves. The energy-gathered world puppets had no fear or surprise.

Horrible, painless, and unconscious, their only consciousness is to kill the enemy. How can the angel army defeat them?

Gradually, the angels couldn't stop inside the battleship. They were forced to withdraw from the battleship and rushed into space angrily.

This directly plunged them into a more terrifying attack. All the White Wing-class battleships were shooting wildly. Although they only used conventional main gun attacks, their attack power was only equivalent to that of the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages.

The little angels still pose a fatal threat. As for the Death Starships that also have all their firepower turned on, their regular firepower can directly threaten existences below the ten-winged angels. Countless black beams strangle in the void, and countless angels die in the black light.

It fell, and white feathers flew all over the sky, as if a chicken farm had been hit by a heavy shell.

The monkey who was happily beating Hamlein felt very happy when he saw so many angels flying around in confusion. He threw away the dying Hamlein and happily picked up a hazy stick.

The stick that had not yet been fully condensed rushed forward. Only a sharp ape cry was heard, and the sky was suddenly filled with monkeys. His famous mourning stick in the three worlds was spread out all the way, and the sight of the stick was filled with flickering shadows.

It's as if this world has been completely occupied by that stick. All the rules in this world and this world have turned into sticks!

With a bang, as soon as the monkey joined the battle group, the angel army collapsed. Originally, there were a group of high-ranking angels who summoned a group of subordinates to wait for opportunities to counterattack, destroying and damaging several white-wing-class battleships from time to time. But as soon as the monkey came on the scene,

, sticks were flying all over the sky, and in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of angels with six wings or more were beaten until their bones were broken, their tendons cracked, and their flesh turned into mud. In just a few breaths, the density of the white feathers flying in the space increased.

The number has increased several times, and the screams of angels dying are everywhere.

Yang Jian was so happy to see that he was hunting, so he also took action. Unlike the monkey's majestic momentum that caused the earth to shatter as soon as he struck, Yang Jian was like a cheetah hiding in the grass. Every blow was clean and powerful, and every blow was as fast as

A muffled thunder suddenly flashed across the horizon. His figure flashed in the battlefield. Every time he flashed, he would definitely appear next to a high-ranking angel, and his three-pointed two-edged sword would definitely pierce that angel's heart with incomparable precision.

, completely killing that angel’s vitality.

There was just a faint golden figure flashing in the void, and with every blow, a high-ranking angel fell. For Yang Jian, the huge battlefield was as if he was grasping the pattern in the palm of his hand. He followed the shortest trajectory and the shortest attack.

The route uses the fastest efficiency to accurately harvest the lives of seraphim, eight-winged angels and ten-winged angels.

The monkey was so angry that he screamed and cursed, and those low-level angels were completely unbeatable. When he hit the stick, thousands of low-level angels were often smashed to pieces. However, Yang Jian was killing a large number of high-level angels in the angel army, which was like a tooth mouth

The good strong man originally wanted to nibble a few broad beans to satisfy his cravings, but he was shocked to find that these broad beans were boiled and soft and not edible, instead of being fried and fragrant as he expected.

Crispy beans.

The monkey was angry, and the consequences were serious. He suddenly restrained his Dharma body that was all over the sky, and blew a breath of true energy on the stick. There was only a loud "bang" sound, and a stick was more than two thousand miles long and ten miles thick.

The giant stick burst out of the void with a faint thundering sound. With a finger of the monkey's hand, the stick was like a rolling pin, sweeping across the battlefield from left to right.

Countless white lights flashed, and large groups of angels were crushed to pieces by this indescribably large stick like eggs under a steamroller. The monkeys shouted happily, driving this ridiculously large and unnaturally heavy stick around.

Sweeping randomly, angels looked up to the sky in despair and shouted the holy name of their ancestors wherever they passed. Including those ten-winged angels whose strength had reached the level of immortals, as long as they touched the stick, they all exploded in the air.

A ball of white light.

Yang Jian was unprepared and was almost hit by the stick. He cursed at the monkey angrily, turned around and left. The monkey was addicted to beatings, and he didn't know what lawless things he would do.

In terms of action, Yang Jian doesn't have that kind of addiction to torture, and he doesn't want to be 'accidentally killed' by a monkey.

The huge stick carried thousands of feet of golden light, and boundless auspicious energy swept left and right in the void for a quarter of an hour. Tens of millions of angels were killed under the stick. The monkey 'accidentally', seemingly unintentionally, actually let the stick hit him hard on purpose.

He shook the Shi Jue Formation hard, and the Shi Jue Formation trembled violently, but the monkey's stick suddenly froze in the void, and was almost sucked into the formation by the Shi Jue Formation. Even though the monkey stood far away, he still remained

He noticed a terrifying force coming through the stick, as if it was about to suck his soul away.

After shouting "Awesome", Monkey didn't dare to think about competing with Shijue Formation anymore, and hurriedly waved and took back his precious stick.

Yang Jian looked back with a strange smile. He squinted at the Ten Jue Formation and laughed softly: "This monkey head is so bold. How dare you dare to touch this ancient fierce formation? Ten Jue Formation, ten Jue Formation, interception

Some of the teachers... never thought that today in the human world, we would see these old acquaintances again."

Gu Xiechen saw that the angel army had been defeated. The most brave angel puppets who were not afraid of death were the first to be wiped out. The remaining tens of millions of angels were all frightened and weak two-winged and four-winged angels. There was no way to kill them all.

Thought. With a backhand finger, the Chaos Bell flew into the sky with a spiritual light. Gu Xiechen spit out three mouthfuls of his life energy on the Chaos Bell. Suddenly, the bells rang continuously in the sky, and the trapped angels listened.

The bells rang, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Gu Xiechen didn't need to remind him, Zhehua rushed forward with a strange smile, and waved the Netherworld Fan fiercely towards the void. Suddenly, a plume of black smoke seemed to burst out of the void, flying with dull thunder and sharp howls of ghosts and wolves.

Surge out, countless distorted hazy figures looming in the black smoke. They swarmed up and dragged the fainted angels into the Netherworld Fan. I saw the four great forces of water, fire, and wind inside the fan, curling and twisting, and tens of millions of angels.

One after another, they broke their wings and howled miserably as they fell towards the boundless mountains and rivers in the Netherworld Fan.

With the support of over ten million angels, the Netherworld Fan is extremely powerful, with thick black air constantly spraying out from the fan surface, and it has a vague taste of the best magical weapon.

Zhehua kept doing nothing, waving hundreds of fans at the pale golden angel blood and messy angel feathers flying all over the sky, as well as the broken angel bodies, black energy rolled around the sky, and all of them perished.

The remnants of the angel were sucked into the Netherworld Fan and turned into a wisp of spiritual energy inside the fan, making the black air on the Netherworld Fan even denser. The fan body was so black and shiny that it was so bright and transparent that it seemed faintly to be carved out of black glass.

Nodding with satisfaction, Zhehua shook his hand, and a wisp of black air spurted out from the Netherworld Fan. A three-meter-tall figure with an extremely handsome figure, with four wings condensed from the faint black smoke on his back, emerged from the black air.

Xiang. Following Zhehua's order, the figure held a light black lightsaber and fired in the air. In the blink of an eye, he rushed hundreds of thousands of miles away and split a small meteor with a diameter of one kilometer into two pieces.

Two pieces of faint black energy rolled towards the little meteor. This sword had already taken away all the spiritual energy in the little meteor.

The black light flashed, and the figure rushed back to Zhehua, and bowed respectfully to Zhehua. A few breaths ago, this man was still a member of the Angel Legion, but now he is just a ghost in Zhehua's netherworld fan.

, is just a war instrument that has forgotten everything before, even its energy attributes have been completely transformed.

The small meteor that was split apart in the distance suddenly moved, slowly collapsing like quicksand, and soon turned into large pieces of stars floating away. The small meteor that had all its spiritual energy robbed has turned into rotten powder.

Prajna and Maha flashed and appeared from beside Zhehua at the same time. The two of them glanced at the Netherworld Fan and praised at the same time: "Good thing!"

Zhe Hua looked up to the sky and smiled proudly, waving the Netherworld fan gracefully, as if he were a handsome young man. But the folding fan of a rich man blew out a faint fragrant wind, while his fan blew out a gloomy wind.

The sound of ghosts and ghosts making Qianhua's pale face look more and more like a ghost. If it were in the middle of the night, it would be enough to scare a timid child to death.

Hamlein blankly glanced at the dying Dora, then looked at his already destroyed angel legion, and suddenly screamed: "What's going on? My believers!"

Gu Xiechen stamped on Hamlein's body, and used a talisman in his backhand to seal his seven orifices, calming his soul so that he could no longer say a word. He gave Hamlein a cold look,

Gu Xiechen scolded indifferently: "Shut up, I'm in a bad mood now, don't force me to kill you. Believer? Ha, why are you worthy of us believing in you?"

With a wave of his hand, the armor on his body came off, and the holy light on Gu Xiechen's body converged. Two auras, one black and one white, rushed out of his body, turning into a huge Tai Chi figure spinning faintly above his head. The extremely dark and cold Taiyin

The qi and the qi of the sun, which is the most powerful and yang, are mutually reinforcing and mutually reinforcing each other. At the intersection of the yin and yang qi, little bits of golden light are faintly stirred and falling everywhere, gradually turning into a small golden cloud bed above Gu Xiechen's head, dots of golden light.

It dripped from the edge of the cloud bed, just like a continuous stream of water dripping from the eaves. After falling a few feet, the golden light turned into golden lotuses about the size of a thumb and bloomed, supporting Gu Xiechen's body.

Yang Jian and Hou Hou looked at each other in surprise. Gu Xiechen's immortal cultivation had already reached a certain level. Although he was only at the level of a heavenly immortal, his cultivation was not weaker than that of a golden immortal. The golden clouds, golden light, and golden lotus above his head were clearly visible.

This is a sign that some extremely powerful immortal method has entered the court and has gradually been cultivated to the level of proficiency.

In ancient times, only Taiyi Golden Immortal-level immortals could emit such a protective aura. Gu Xiechen, with his Heavenly Immortal-level strength, could emit such a small aura with a radius of less than half a foot. I really don’t know how rebellious he was practicing.

Tian's skills, I really don't know how he has such profound Taoist cultivation. Magical power is easy to come by, but Taoist cultivation is hard to find. However, Gu Xiechen's magic power is weak and cannot reach the third level of Tianxian, but his Taoist cultivation is already so advanced. In fact,

This made both Yang Jian and Monkey a little confused.

As soon as the inspiration came out, Hamlein and Dora's expressions suddenly became extremely ugly. They looked at the strange appearance displayed by Gu Xiechen in shock. Dora suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed: "It was with the third angel Mo Luofei back then."

Have there been any conflicts between the descendants of the immortal cultivators? That time, Mo Luofei begged for the power of the ancestors to annihilate those powerful and greedy immortal cultivators. Supreme ancestors, why can you pretend to be our believers? What on earth do you want?

What to do?”

Hamlein stared at Gu Xiechen fiercely, and he thought angrily: "Cultivation cultivators? Damn it, that time we should use all our power to completely destroy you! Damn it, damn it!"

Gu Xiechen glanced at Dora coldly. No wonder the angel clan of the Thirteen Stars in the past could die together with the ancient monks of the Paradise Star. The guy Mo Luofei used the power of their ancestors. The angel clan is the most powerful.

He is good at inviting gods into his body to attack enemies with the help of the power of superior beings. As a powerful angel, it is not unusual for him to beg for the power of their ancestor. Judging from the power displayed by Demon Dragon Gen, the ancestor of the angel clan is at least a high-ranking one.

It is extremely easy for the Golden Immortal, the scattered Immortal and the Taoist cultivators of Tiantian Star to be destroyed.
To be continued...