The rainbow that covers the sky shines

Chapter 277 Goodbye Death
The halo was shattered, the white feathers were scorched black, the holy angel failed to resist the power of the heaven and the earth, and withered powerlessly.

In a trance, Tian Yu seemed to have seen the figure of a god descending, and Reckless Thunder couldn't get close to him, so he just walked in front of him like a leisurely stroll, then squatted down and fed something into his mouth.

"Well, it's so unpalatable..."

"Papa papa!" Feng Jinghong patted the face of the Winged woman in front of her: "Get up before you die, the catastrophe is not over yet!"

"Huh?!" Tian Yu woke up with a start, it wasn't a hallucination!

The fragments of the elixir were digested, and the ferocious medicinal power instantly flooded the limbs and bones, the injured body was repaired, and the power was gushing out.

Tian Yu felt that he was alive again, and stared at the man in front of him who was more handsome than himself.

"You are……"

"Go through the catastrophe first, and then we'll talk about it when it's over." Feng Jinghong withdrew from the scope of the catastrophe.

Tian Yu took a deep breath, calmed down, and then took the initiative to rush towards the vast sea of ​​thunder.

Currently, among the pills in Feng Jinghong's hands, the most precious one is four pieces of nine-turn elixir fragments, which were obtained from Ziwei Bajing Palace.

The second is the remnants of the immortal elixir conceived in the body of the third-generation Yuan Tianshi in the Dragon Cave of the Beidou Qinling Mountains. Its effect is slightly weaker than that of the previous one, but it is also a rare magic medicine.This is what he fed Tian Yu just now.

The remnants of the nine-turn elixir are useful even for the emperor. It is not known whether the remnants of the immortal elixir can do that, but it is more than enough to save a saint.

Under the nourishment of the remnants of the elixir, Tian Yu not only successfully survived the catastrophe and became the saint king, but even repaired the foundation damaged by forcibly breaking through the level.

The pure white holy light surged, and the seven pairs of wings on her back gradually softened, and when they stabilized again, they had grown into eight pairs.

There are also the Winged Clan among the Primordial Ten Thousand Clans of Beidou, so Feng Jinghong knows them a little bit.

The strength of this family is closely related to the number of pairs of wings, six pairs are kings, seven pairs are holy, eight pairs are holy kings, nine pairs are great saints...

By analogy, the Wing Clan with twelve pairs of wings is the pinnacle of the quasi-emperor, and they only need to wait for the ultimate leap to become emperors!
Lightly spreading its wings, Tian Yu slowly landed in front of Feng Jinghong: "Thank you for saving my life, friend Daoist, may I ask your name?"

"Feng Jinghong!"

"Fellow Daoist are reinforcements from other ancient roads?"

"Not bad!"

"Great!" Tian Yu was overjoyed: "What about the others?"

"No, it's just me.

"Ah..." Tian Yu was dumbfounded.

"I am the reinforcements, and the reinforcements are me!" Feng Jinghong looked proud.

Looking at the stunned angel girl, Feng Jinghong suddenly smiled and said: "I'm just kidding, the army is behind, I'm just the vanguard."

……

Relatively speaking, the strength of the God Organization on the side of the Wing Clan is not too strong, there are only two great saints.

But it was just these two people who defeated the three great saints of the Winged Clan, and the old patriarch almost died.

Speaking of this, Tian Yu was a little embarrassed.Three-on-two and letting people hit the ground with hammers is more or less embarrassing.

In fact, she thought too much, Feng Jinghong did not underestimate the Winged Clan because of this.

As a sworn enemy, he knows the power of the God Organization better than anyone else!

Every member of the gods is a strong person carefully selected, and the main god is a peerless master. After all, not just any cat or dog can fight against the holy spirit of the same realm!
As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

In order to let the Winged Clan hold back the God Organization, Feng Jinghong heartbrokenly contributed the second piece of immortal elixir, which brought the dying old patriarch back to life with full blood.

A month later, the army of the Holy Spirit tribe arrived, and the coalition forces of the two tribes fought fiercely with the God Organization again, but they still failed to gain the upper hand.

Although there are two more Holy Spirit Saints on our side, the opponent also has strong men like Lei Zun Yingyuan to help.

I have to say that Ying Yuan is really strong, he won't lose a bit against the two holy spirits alone, and at the same time he still has the mind to find out Feng Jinghong's whereabouts.

Feng Jinghong's heart was heavy. He knew that he had been completely targeted by the God organization, but he didn't know how much information they had.

On this day, Feng Jinghong was shuttled around the battlefield to kill the gods and generals, when he suddenly saw a figure in a black cloak floating across the mountain of corpses and blood like a ghost.

Feng Jinghong chased after him without even thinking about it. At this time, this place, and this iconic black cloak, who else could there be except members of the God Organization?

Ding!
The pitch-black sickle blocked the falling fairy sword, and a face with no flesh and blood but only bones appeared under the cloak:

"Haven't seen each other for several years, why do fellow Taoists turn swords when they meet each other?
"It's you!"

Feng Jinghong recognized the other party, but it was the Death Skeleton that she had seen in the sea of ​​blood back then.

At the beginning, all the great sages in the underworld were wiped out by the Ksitigarbha King, but this guy managed to escape, and he is also a character not to be underestimated.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Jinghong put away the fairy sword.

"Where there are corpses, there is hell." Death God replied.

Picking up dead bodies? That's right.The underworld soldiers are basically born to do this.

"Aren't you afraid of being caught by the god organization? As far as I know, their attitude towards the underworld is not friendly!" Feng Jinghong teased.

After all, those who backstabbed Emperor Zun also had a part in the underworld. Although it was only done by the prison emperor, the God Organization doesn't care about this, as long as they are in the underworld, they will all be killed!
The god of death chuckled: "Your Highness is not afraid, so I have nothing to be afraid of."

Feng Jinghong narrowed her eyes: "Do you know my identity?"

"Nine heavens and ten earths, there is no place where evil soldiers cannot go! There is nothing that the underworld needs to know." Death God's calm words contained great confidence.

Although Feng Jinghong knows that the power of the underworld is indeed very strong, but who is he, how can he allow others to pretend to be aggressive in front of him?
"Heh! Millions of years have passed, have you found a hair of Emperor Hades?"

grim Reaper:.
"Fellow Daoist, if you have nothing else to do, I will take my leave first!"

"Wait!" Feng Jinghong stopped him: "Help me send a message to the person in charge of the underworld, I want to make a deal with you."

Soul fire flickered in the eyes of the god of death: "What deal?"

"Before that, I need to know your identity." Feng Jinghong said.

Such an important matter can never be discussed with a small soldier.

"I am the contemporary Yan Luozi!" the god of death said in a deep voice.

Is it enough to be the successor of Yan Luodian?Feng Jinghong nodded:

"I want the underworld to send troops to attack the god organization, and at least one hall master will do it!"

The three lines of the Underworld, the line of the Emperor of the Underworld, the line of the Suppressing Prison, and the line of the Yan Luo. The masters of each line are the strong men of the Zhundi Nine Heavens. Any one of them can make a move, which is enough for the god organization to drink a pot.

If the three major hall masters attack together, the God Organization may have to embark on the road of escape again!

In fact, the strength of the underworld is truly unmatched by any force in the world.

In the original plot, the God Organization, the Phoenix Nest, the Dao Palace, the Underworld, and the Heavenly Court fought against each other. If it wasn't for Ye Fan, the God Organization and the Dao Palace would have no chance of winning!

What I need most now is time. The underworld only needs to hold back the god organization for 200 years, and both my own strength and the forces under my command can grow. At that time, I will show everyone what Kai Wushuang is!

"Fellow daoists should know the strength of the hall masters. What price are you going to pay?" Death asked.

"A corpse, a corpse that has become a holy body!" Feng Jinghong paused every word.

He knew that what the monsters cultivated by the Underworld Supremes lacked most was the blood of the Eucharist, and they would definitely not be able to refuse this price!

Sure enough, the God of Death's soul jumped violently when he heard these words, and the excitement in his emotions could not be suppressed at all: "Fellow Daoist, are you serious?"

Feng Jinghong nodded seriously: "There is absolutely no falsehood!"

"Okay, I'll go back to the underworld to report to the Palace Master!" With a wave of the death scythe, a space crack was drawn and stepped in.

(End of this chapter)