Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 1223 Archangel Projection

"What about him, is it over yet?" Ouyang Fugui cursed angrily, and hid aside in displeasure.

The moves used by these foreigners seem to restrain him a bit. Although they are not very strong, they make him feel very uncomfortable. With his boss and Jin Liu and Jin Ba around, he certainly doesn't bother to ask for trouble.

On the other hand, Mo Changsheng was really annoyed.

Along the way, it can be said that there have been ups and downs and ups and downs, as if everyone has their own abacus and cards, which has made him unable to do his business until now.

"Fugui, go catch Juetianzhan!" After signaling to Ouyang Fugui, Mo Changsheng went straight to the Beast Knights.

Not far away, the rays of light erupting from the twelve crosses had reached their peak at this moment, and a figure with four wings on its back and a body bathed in holy light slowly rose from the dazzling light.

"Heavenly angel?!" Collins stared blankly at the light and shadow that was slowly leaping into the air, and he was stunned.

As a direct descendant of the Dawson family, Collins will naturally not think that angels are creatures in myths and legends like ordinary people. In fact, these people with profound backgrounds in the dark world know very well that the so-called angels are actually the Holy See of Light It is a special state that can be displayed after the practitioner's cultivation base reaches a certain limit.

Having been in this world for so long, it is of course impossible for Mo Changsheng not to know about the angels in Western mythology, but he will certainly not be deceived by the so-called myths like those ordinary people.

In fact, if Mo Changsheng could understand the cultivation methods of the Guangming Vatican in detail, he would know that the state of an angel is the same as that of the Nascent Soul in the realm of comprehension.

After a practitioner reaches the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir, the energy contained in the Golden Elixir will reach a certain critical point in terms of quantity and quality. Once this critical point is broken, the larger and more advanced energy cannot be accommodated by the Golden Elixir. So, if cultivators want to go further, they can only find a way to produce something stronger than the golden elixir, and the Nascent Soul is born from this.

In the same way, in order to continue to improve, Western practitioners created angels. Their strength is easy to identify. Just look at the number of wings on their backs. The more wings, the stronger the cultivation base, because they are different from practitioners. The cultivators pursue the natural nature of the world, both internal and external cultivation, and immortality, so in the final analysis, the Nascent Soul is a combination of their essence, energy, and spirit, and they are one with the cultivators themselves.

Angels are different. They only pursue strength, so they accumulate energy crazily, but the human body has shackles, and the shackles cannot be broken. There is a limit to the energy that can be accommodated. Western practitioners do not want to waste time to break the shackles, so they leave Taking the so-called shortcut, they gave up their own evolution, and transferred these energies to the wings behind the angels, so as to continue to improve their strength without breaking the shackles.

According to the fragmentary data handed down from ancient times, the cultivation speed of Western practitioners is far faster than that of cultivators, and the requirements for aptitude are far lower than those of cultivators. , it is not uncommon for one to fight against ten.

Pull away, back to the scene.

When the Beast Knights summoned the phantom of the angel, both Brook and Garfield were terrified. They were not juniors like Collins or half-way monks like Jue Tianzhan. They only knew a little about the angel's information. They are all the leaders of one party, and the information they have learned is far from comparable to that of ordinary people.

"Two or two pairs of wings are archangels!" Brook murmured in despair, his body trembling slightly.

According to the database of the Dawson family, there are nine levels of angels. The lowest level of angels is the angel of light, followed by the archangel, the angel of power, the angel of power, the angel of power, the main angel, the seat angel, the cherub, and the seraphim.

The Angel of Light has a pair of wings, and its level is comparable to that of Huaxia's fake baby practitioners. If it has two pairs of wings, it is an archangel on the same level as China's real Nascent Soul-level masters.

In the Dawson family's database, there is only information on angels below power, but there is no information on angels above power. However, even a second-level archangel is a terrifying existence that Brook absolutely does not want to face.

According to family information, in the Dark Ages, an archangel leading a team of light angels was enough to exterminate a blood family below the silver level, and one of them could suppress at least two blood princes. This is not to say that blood princes are weak, but rather It is the energy of the angels that is too restrained against the dark forces.

However, no matter what, an archangel is now enough to sweep the western cultivation world. This cognition is absolutely correct. Although Alec and others summoned only the projection of an archangel, which is far from being comparable to the main body, but even if it is The projection can definitely wipe out everyone present.

Both Brook and Garfield touched their hole cards bitterly, and finally sighed in despair, giving up struggling completely.

Although their hole cards are very strong, they have no effect at all in front of the archangel's projection.

"I didn't expect that today would be my death day!" Brook was in despair, and was about to close his eyes and wait for death. At this moment, he heard his granddaughter's exclamation.

"Oh my god, he... he actually shot at the angel!"

Brook's heart moved, he quickly opened his eyes, and stared at the field.

Not far away, Mo Changsheng didn't seem to have the slightest fear of the angel's projection, and brazenly launched an attack on the angel's projection.

Of course, Mo Changsheng is very clear about the changes in the breath of the angel's projection. In fact, when the aura of the angel's projection surpassed half a step five and reached the Nascent Soul stage, Mo Changsheng became calm instead.

If the other party really possesses full Nascent Soul-level strength, it is useless to run away at this moment. In front of the Nascent Soul master, no one present is capable of escaping. If this is the case, it is better to fight directly.

"Angel? I'll try it today to see how strong the legendary angel is!" Mo Changsheng roared angrily, and his momentum exploded wildly.

"Supernatural powers bloom instantly!"

"Supernatural Ability* Immortal Golden Body!"

When the aura soared to its peak, Mo Changsheng slashed out the sky-cracking sword embryo in his hand.

That is the most rigid and yang, the sky-splitting sword that is unparalleled in the world!
Facing the angels, he went forward indomitably and never regretted nine deaths. With the blessing of such belief, the power of the sword of splitting the sky reached its peak.

No words can describe this sword.

This sword seems to be extremely fast, and it seems to be extremely slow. Everyone seems to be able to see it, but also seems to be unable to see it. They only know that there is only this sword in the entire world.

Then, this sword met the projection of the archangel!
(End of this chapter)