Chapter 1032 Entering the Holy Mountain, Fallen Angel
As soon as this sentence comes out.
Many strange beasts were shocked and unbelievable.
Wingdragon King, are you too shameless?
I never thought you, a strong-browed and big-eyed person, would be rebellious so soon?
But Joan of Arc turned to look at Jiang Tian.
Although Manggu Mountain is not ten holy mountains, it gathers tens of thousands of wild beasts of all sizes, and its strength is actually comparable to a holy mountain.
If Jiang Tian recovers them, his strength will grow and his other will lose, and his chances of winning will be greater! At this time, the Winglong struggled out of the cave, and a hint of pride and confidence appeared on his face.
Jiang Tian dared not kill himself! Because he also has bargaining chips and power, a strong man like Jiang Taichu naturally understands the pros and cons.
"Haha, you are too proud of yourself! You are not worthy of being my mount! These beasts who eat raw meat and drink blood are not worthy of being my subordinate!"
Jiang Tian showed a faint sarcasm on his face.
"What do you mean!"
The Wing Dragon King looked shocked and angry, flapped his wings and soared into the air, trying to escape.
"You all have to die!"
With a low shout, Jiang Tian patted the Demon Swallowing the Heavenly Demon Gourd.
Suddenly, thousands of flying swords burst out like thin needles.
When the flying sword came out, it was as thin as a cow's hair, but it immediately became bigger in the wind, like a swimming fish, and then even bigger. Especially the nine master flying swords, all of which were a hundred meters long, and many flying swords turned into a torrent of metal.
Pour down.
Scream! The body of the winged dragon was pierced through the wings and chest by the three main flying swords, and nailed to the ground.
"Let me go! Jiang Taichu, I am the mount of the Holy Emperor. If you dare to kill me, the Holy Hall will not forgive you..." The Winged Dragon King roared shrillly and threatened. His wound was bleeding, his huge wings flashed, and he slapped.
The huge rocks rolled around and the trees shattered, but they were determined to be dead and still struggled.
Immediately afterwards, six flying swords pierced his body without hesitation.
The Wingdragon King could no longer hold on, his body exploded, turning into crystal rain of flesh and falling, and his grinding-like head rolled out from afar.
A phantom of his soul broke free and wanted to escape, but was instantly swallowed by the black soul-swallowing man released by Jiang Tian.
At the same time, thousands of flying swords poured down like heavy rain, storming among the Manggu Mountains like a mountain torrent.
The flying sword is sharp and ruthless, and you will hit it with one blow.
As the flying sword passed, a tent of blood spread in the air, blood arrows ejected, and finally, blood was like a waterfall and a torrent.
Flying swords pierced through the chests of strange beasts, or wrapped around their necks, and their huge heads rolled to the ground.
Even dozens or hundreds of flying swords rushed up at the more powerful beasts, and the ones that were hit immediately turned into sieves.
In a blink of an eye, thousands of strange beasts died in a bad life.
Many strange beasts were killed to the point of despair, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to mercy, and shook their tails and begged for mercy.
But Jiang Tian didn't even look at it, and let the flying swords kill each other, allowing them to scream and fall to the ground.
Jiang Tian shook the dragon tendons, and there were dozens of corpses on the corpse cloak, including the huge head of the pterosaur.
Jiang Tian held Huang Ling'er's waist, glared at Joan of Arc, and continued to fly towards the direction of the church calmly.
After Jiang Tian walked out and flew out ten kilometers.
The entire Manggu Mountain was silent, and tens of thousands of strange beasts were all destroyed.
Between the mountains and forests, flames soar into the sky and blood rushes.
The bodies are piled up like mountains, the broken limbs and arms are spreading across, and blood flows like a stream, just like the Shura hell.
Those imprisoned human races on Earth were released by Jiang Tian using a flying sword to break open the cage.
They stood in the mountains and forests in confusion, and then kowtowed to the direction where Jiang Tian left, shedding tears.
At this moment, Joan of Arc, who was so frightened that his head was numb, came back to his senses and couldn't help but be shocked.
Jiang Tian's strength is so shocking! Tens of thousands of flying swords are numerous, and the total number is as heavy as a mountain, but Jiang Tian is like a finger of his arm, which shows that Jiang Tian's mental power can divide into tens of thousands of ways.
Extremely powerful! This is so amazing! She has never heard of it. Perhaps the immortals in ancient China had such power! Moreover, Jiang Tian's strong performance is too intimidating! Even if the Winged Dragon King begs for mercy, even if the strange beast
If you want to surrender, you are not ruthless! Jiang Tian clearly declared to everyone that you will either retreat or die! As long as you dare to fight, you will definitely die! Sure enough, next, almost any decent resistance and interception will appear.
But hundreds of alien races appeared in the sky, including giants, elves, light holy races and worshippers.
From flying in the air or standing on the top of a mountain, they looked at the big "demon" above Jiang Tian's head, their eyes were complicated, with greed that was hard to hide, respect, and deep fear.
At this time, there were already hundreds of corpses on Jiang Tianlong's cloak, basically all of whom were strong people on the foundation building.
Especially the huge head of the Wingdragon King, which was dripping with blood, was even more visually impactful and shocking.
Wherever Jiang Tian passed, these strong men avoided him.
These people didn't plan to take action at all. They were too afraid of Jiang Tian. They just wanted to see what kind of earthly humans dared to destroy the Holy See in the Earth world, challenged the authority of the Heavenly Kingdom Church, and were cursed by the order of chasing the sin.
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There were even some giants and elves, led by several strong men who looked like leaders, and followed Jiang Tian silently.
Moreover, the number of members of these two ethnic groups increased, and soon reached as many as thousands.
Jiang Tian said curiously: "Saint Joan of Arc, why do they follow me?"
"This small world was originally a three-legged three-legged giant, elite tribe and light holy tribe!"
Saint Joan of Arc explained: "But later, a strong man from the Holy Clan of Light appeared and suppressed the giants and elites. Both groups are now working for the Holy Clan of Light, just like enslavement!"
"They probably want to help you!"
"There are class struggles everywhere!"
Jiang Tian smiled faintly, but he didn't kill anyone or pay attention to anyone.
With his current situation, he does not need the help of these two ethnic groups at all.
Of course, they were willing to take action to kill the Holy Clan of Light, and Jiang Tian didn't mind either.
Soon, he passed through the Manggu Mountains a hundred miles long and arrived at the foot of the first holy mountain.
This mountain is called Night-Watching Mountain, located at the outermost, edge and bottommost of many holy mountains.
It is the place where many sinful angels live.
This place is already a place where the Holy Clan of Light.
The angel of sin is also called the fallen angel.
Their leader was a six-winged high-level angel who once served by the True God, Lu Huaxi.
He was once trusted, dazzling, and had the beauty and courage to surpass other angels, but his heart was blinded by evil and wanted to replace God and sit in the throne.
He saw humans suffering, but the gods did not save them because they transformed into an angry fallen angel and changed their name to Lucihua, and once became enemies of the Holy Church.
Later, he was suppressed by the Holy Hall and once guarded the Manggu Mountain Hell, eating the frozen and the fire as a sinner, and being the leader of Manggu Mountain.
Later, we entered the outermost holy mountain to defend against the invasion of the enemy and the darkness.
Suddenly.
This holy mountain is filled with black fog, murderous aura, and evil but powerful light radiates.
Then, the black fog collapsed, and an angel with six wings appeared. Each wing was a hundred meters long, like a huge black cloud lying across the sky.
Behind him were there, with tens of thousands of other fallen angels, and they were basically three-winged and four-winged angels.
However, unlike other angels, their wings are all black, like black jade and black iron, very solid and white.
Because they were all sinful angels who had followed Lucihua, the True God and the Holy Church as enemies, and had been cursed by the gods and became like this.
They are angels of anger, angel of destruction, angel of revenge and angel of death, full of negative and cruel emotions, and are all in one go.
The six-winged angel in the lead is Lucihua! He has a handsome face, but he has a trace of evil and cruel temperament. His huge wings are like dark clouds covering the sky and the sun, and his strange pupils are as if dead ashes.
There is no distinction between eyeballs and whites, and the whole body is dark and extremely intimidating.
What he held was not a cross, but a sickle of the god of death, which was polished in hell, exuding a surging breath of death, extremely sharp, as if it could break through the sky.
He raised his head and glanced at the word "evil" above Jiang Tian's head greedily, with a look of excitement and fanatic.
Since his curse against the Holy Church, his magic power has been imprisoned.
If Jiang Tian is killed this time and receive the blessing of the ancient true god, he can purify it, and his strength and lifespan will also be greatly enhanced.
Seeing the densely packed fallen angels around, Huang Ling'er showed a hint of worry.
Saint Joan of Arc was a little scared.
Once they start crazy, they will even kill themselves.
Once this war breaks out, I am afraid it will also be affected.
After all, Lucihua was too powerful and had a war with the Holy Emperor. Although he did not succeed, he escaped without success! Even if the killing of the emperor failed, he was still a strong man in the eyes of the Holy Emperor. He was reluctant to kill him, but instead used it.
stand up.
The woman looked at Jiang Tian and saw that Jiang Tian's face was still calm, but the cold light in her eyes became heavier and heavier.
Finally, Jiang Tian slowly stopped flying and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
His cold eyes glanced at the angels, and his voice was like the cold wind of the glaciers, conveying it: "After three breaths, those who still blocked my path will die!"