Douluo angel and knight

Chapter 468 The Underground Palace Doesn't Have to Be Underground

Like ten thousand ghosts howling, like countless creatures struggling in hell.

But what resounded between the heavens and the earth with the shrill screams was not darkness, blood, terror...

But the dazzling golden light.

The golden light spread throughout the entire Wuhun City with the screaming sound, and everyone looked sideways at it, looking up at where the golden light came from.

The golden beam of light pierced through the sky and penetrated through the nine heavens, allowing the entire continent to clearly see this scene.

The golden light comes from the holy mountain of Wuhun City - Six Wings Peak.

Of course, most people, including the people in Wuhundian, actually prefer to call it the Holy Mountain, and don't like to call it that embarrassing name.

After all, this high mountain standing alone on a plain in Wuhun City really doesn't have the characteristics of six wings.

It has neither six peaks nor any wingspan, it is a simple, ordinary mountain.

A little golden light suddenly shines between the sky and the earth.

But everyone present felt the angel's anger.

The vortex gathered by the golden streamer became more and more dense, spinning crazily at an indiscernible speed with the naked eye. Gradually, the top of the vortex began to expand outward, as if it was about to explode.

No one cared about the clown's performance below.

The beam of light shot straight at Jiuxiao, illuminating the already dark sky brightly!

Those people in Wuhundian were all confused by the words "Xuantiandigong" and were taken into the ditch.

And open fire brazenly towards the center!
Countless blue spots of light with fluctuating soul power, as well as fiery red metal warheads with fluctuating energy, were thrown towards the location that originally belonged to the holy mountain of the Wuhun Temple!

But now, everyone knows that this so-called Xuantian Digong is just a name.

Even the height is the same thing. In Qian Ningshuang's own words, the altitude of this mountain is placed on the mainland, and it may not even be ranked in the top [-].

A thick black mist remained in place.

Then--

The corner of Angel Phantom's mouth curled into a smile.

The angel dissipated, but the light spots suspended in midair still did not dissipate.

Xuantian can ignore the front, the underground palace.

Suddenly, those spots of light slowly rotated, as if something was absorbing them, round and round, endlessly.

And the sorrow that fills the world.

And Qian Renxue has returned to Qian Ningshuang's side.

There is no way to say that the name was given wrongly.

During the spiritual investigation, Wuhundian didn't let go of this extremely conspicuous mountain on the plain.

The light spots that should have dissipated instantly converged around the angel's phantom, forming one after another golden streamer, rolling towards the center of the vortex.

Qian Ningshuang also came to her senses, why not use prostitutes?
Then she turned her eyes to the location of the original holy mountain, and then looked around at the various areas of Wuhun City that were firing.

Qian Ningshuang stared at the changed holy mountain with serious eyes.

So bright that even the angels on the holy mountain can't match it.

The angel phantom began to shrink, and finally turned into a golden light spot, flying towards the opposite golden light spot.

So when they search, they are looking underground, wasting time on the space.

That's why it was necessary to delay for half a month, and wait until Tang San finished operating before starting the soul master contest.

However, it is such a holy mountain that releases an unparalleled brilliance at this time.

And for half a month, the transformation started when Tang San was busy around the holy mountain.

——The entire Wuhun City split suddenly, forming an eight-lobed area glowing with blue light and a shield of soul power, and scattered with a bang.

Between the dots of light, a huge angel phantom replaced the golden light and appeared on the holy mountain.

Even when Tang San was busy around the holy mountain of Wuhundian, Qian Ningshuang and the others believed that at most this underground palace had something to do with the holy mountain.

Even though they couldn't see the angel's face clearly, everyone knew that he was smiling.

Accompanied by the louder and louder screams, this sad emotion became more and more serious.

A gleam of comprehension flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes, she flapped her six wings and flew high into the sky.

Seeing the doubt on Qian Ningshuang's face, Qian Renxue explained.

It flew into Qian Renxue's hands and disappeared.

No one knows where the so-called Xuantian Digong is, but it does not prevent the Wuhun Hall from making preparations, but the previous urban transformation did not specify a location, and there are various imaginary locations.

From the feet of the angel phantom, weird black cracks spread.

Everyone was looking at the radiant Holy Mountain of Wuhundian, on which was the Pope's Palace, which was theoretically the most powerful institution in the mainland, and the Douluo Palace, which had attracted all the powerful in history.

The wind stopped, and the flames suddenly dissipated.

Qian Ningshuang turned her head to look at Qian Renxue who had switched to a golden armor, and nodded.

After all, the soul master contest was over, so Tang San had no reason to stay in Wuhun City.

For a moment, the sky above Wuhun City was filled with brilliant light, and all kinds of attacks poured towards the holy mountain like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

The next moment, the dazzling golden light covering the holy mountain burst suddenly, turning into countless light spots and falling between the heaven and the earth.

After all, if you have to point at a cat and say it's a pig, then there's no other way, right?

Nothing more than a high point.

Who would have thought that the so-called underground palace would be so brightly placed in Wuhun City?
Moreover, I really can't blame them for this, it's not that they haven't dug the Holy Mountain and their Wuhun Hall, otherwise how did those institutions on the mountain be built?

The person who named it entertains himself and cares about others?
After the countless rays of light penetrated into the black mist, they disappeared without a trace, and there was no response.

It must be underground, or a palace.

The sad emotions disappeared, and the golden stream of light also stopped.

Coldness, evil, resentment... Countless negative emotions came out from the black mist, with that scream that never stopped from the very beginning.

Then it suddenly dispersed, falling to every corner of Wuhun City.

As if sensing a familiar atmosphere, Angel Phantom lowered the sword he held high.

The angels are like Qianjia's angel Wuhun, with three pairs of huge golden wings, and they can't see their face or gender clearly.

Like a golden long sword, it pierced into the depths of the Nine Heavens.

Small but bright.

It seems that there is a giant beast that devours everything.

"It's only after I got in touch with it that I realized that those light spots are energy absorbed and accumulated over thousands of years. Let's use it for a while."

They are still suspended in mid-air, floating quietly, like stars.

But nothing was wrong.

Even most of the power institutions of Wuhundian are on the top, all inside that mountain, or under the mountain.

"Stop!" Qian Chongling's voice spread all around, and the countless rays of light rushing towards the black mist stopped emitting in an instant.

As for Qian Chongling, he stared at the black fog.

I can only stare at it, this black mist, even the god-level detection strength can't sense anything.

Even when one's mental power was probed inside, it disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

(End of this chapter)