Xiba waved his hand: "Now that you heard me clearly, let's go! You are not weak either. You can fly with magic, right? Try your best to keep up."
After saying that, the mana flowed in his body, and wings sprouted from his back. Following Elder Simba at the front, he soared into the sky!
Goba and Aba, not wanting to lag behind, chased away.
Liu Aihua, a French cultivator who loves Chinese culture, looked at the backs of Xiba and others with envy, shook his head and sighed: "What a fast speed! I have to say, these four guys are really too powerful. They can't resist, ugh.
I hope they will keep their promise and return our freedom after successfully attacking the Edo Imperial Palace."
Fu Yang was dissatisfied... This speed was not even one-third faster than flying at full speed!
But on the surface, he pretended to be surprised. Then he took Mr. Weike Xiong, Liu Aihua and other enslaved practitioners to use their magic to fly into the air, and followed them towards the Edo Imperial Palace.
Ten minutes later, they landed collectively outside the Platycodon Gate of the Imperial Palace.
It was already late at night, the Imperial Palace had already closed its doors, and the Japanese royal family members had also gone to bed - they all had a strict schedule.
Xiba ordered: "According to our observations, the powerful defensive formation of the Imperial Palace of Japan is divided into three layers, each layer is more powerful than the last! This outermost layer can be directly broken through with our magic power. But after entering
, please don’t act rashly, otherwise it may trigger an immediate attack.”
All the enslaved cultivators nodded.
Then, Elder Simba waved the wooden stick in his hand and chanted a mantra: "O supreme and great Quetzalcoatl, grant your most loyal slave the power... Feather's Air Strike."
His beard and hair were all spread out, and the feathers in his hair flew up piece by piece and attached to the wooden staff in his hand. He stabbed forward!
boom!
Like a transparent air cannon fired, a transparent air bomb flew out with a spiral transparent air tail. It penetrated the Platycodon Gate silently, leaving a twisted passage.
Fu Yang's eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself: "Although this South American Mayan is not well-known among the cultivating forces around the world, he should not be underestimated. This trick is very subtle. With his Wulu, he is really at the level.
The strength is enough to break through the perimeter of the imperial palace formation without triggering a counterattack. It’s quite amazing. Even if it’s me who does it, that’s it.”
He and Wei Ke looked at each other and both put away their contempt for the Mayans. They should be more cautious when pretending to be pigs and eating tigers later...
Of course Simba and others don't know that there are three evil wolves in sheep's clothing mixed into their "slave team" - oh no, they should be evil dragons!
He held the wooden stick proudly: "Let's go, let's go ahead with these Platycodons. Go to the outer periphery of the Imperial Palace, disperse to different positions, and use the Divine Feather Alliance Divine Technique."
After saying that, he took the lead and walked into the twisted transparent passage. In a whoosh, he passed through the outer wall of the imperial palace and stood in the garden.
Fu Yang and other enslaved cultivators also entered the imperial palace under the supervision of Xiba and other three seven-feathered wise men.
Then, Siba took out a total of twenty-seven feathers from her arms!
Each of these feathers is about three feet long and half a foot wide. They are narrow and sharp, like a handleless sword. They shine with a faint cold light, and they all exude a powerful, primitive, vicissitudes and wild atmosphere. Those practitioners
I just feel that my heart is heavy, as if there is some huge and fierce creature staring at me...
Then Liu Aihua was also frightened and said in surprise: "Is this the legendary feather of Quetzalcoatl, the highest god believed by the Mayans in South America? It is indeed very powerful. I am afraid that the body of Quetzalcoatl is almost the same as the twelve-winged angel of the Vatican.
.”
Twelve-winged angel?
Fu Yang asked him curiously: "Have you seen it?"
Liu Aihua rolled his eyes: "How is that possible! How could I see the legendary twelve-winged angels at my level of priesthood? His Majesty the Pope is just about the same. I only once felt a piece of music that was said to be twelve-winged angels at a choir.
The feathers of Lord Winged Angel are similar to the aura of these feathers."
I see……
Fu Yang frowned again: "So, do angels really exist in this world?"
Hahaha.
Mr. Xiong's fat cat sneered disdainfully, and his spiritual consciousness sent him a message: "Boss Fu, do you think angels are some awesome thing? They are just some monster beasts that have been tamed by Western cultivators with magic power, but they are relatively strange.
.You can understand it as a mountain-guarding beast of the Western sect. The twelve-winged angel is roughly equivalent to a mountain-guarding beast at the Tiangang Demon Emperor level."
I see!
Only then did Fu Yang understand that the so-called angels were nothing more than something similar to Chinese monsters "created" by Western cultivators. They were mainly used to protect the Holy See.
In fact, various Buddhist and Taoist sects in China also have powerful mountain guardian beasts. Fu Yang also has a sleeping Jiuhua Mountain King deep in the Ghost Hidden Valley...
There was a nostalgic look in Mr. Xiong's eyes: "I vaguely remember that when I was a giant demon, I ate a lot of heavenly masters. I also ate a few twelve-winged angels. Tsk, the taste is so gray when grilled.
Very delicious. Especially the wings, much better than grilled chicken wings.”
As he said that, the damn fat cat wiped his saliva with his paw.
Fu Yang and Wei Ke were speechless for a while.
Comparing twelve-winged angel wings...with grilled chicken wings? And they say they are very delicious!
If Liu Aihua next to him heard such words, his outlook would be completely ruined!
Let’s get back to business…
I saw that Xiba took out a total of twenty-seven feathers of Quetzalcoatl, which made Goba and Aba sigh. This time I came to Japan from the ancient city of Tikal. I really spent a lot of money!
The total number of Quetzalcoatl feathers still preserved in the ruins of the entire ancient city of Tikal does not exceed fifty pieces. This is their precious sacred object, and more than half of it was brought out.
If Sheba hadn't been the wise man responsible for managing ancient Mayan relics in the ancient city of Tikal, he might not have had such power.
call!
Xiba raised his hands in the air, and twenty-seven feathers levitated, then flew towards the twenty-five enslaved practitioners, including Fu Yang and the others.
The other two pieces flew towards Goba and Aba.
"You two will lead this technique. Elder Simba and I will enter the temple inside the imperial palace and look for the eight-foot magatama that contains powerful energy. Please, whether I, Maya, can be revived, success or failure depends on this."
Xiba said it seriously, and although Goba and Aba didn't usually like him, they both nodded firmly.
Then, all the magic power of the Seven-Feathered Wise Man was unleashed without reservation!
"The supreme Quetzalcoatl...your divine power has protected the ancestors and descendants of the Mayans for thousands of years. Based on your feathers and guided by our blood, give us the power to transcend the world.
"
Goba and Aba chanted Mayan mantras in unison, and the two feathers on their heads vibrated violently.