Peerless Tangmen's Dawn of the Heavenly God

Chapter 69 The First Appearance of the Judgment Angel
Elder Xuan swung his sleeves suddenly, sweeping away all the people rushing over, "Wang Yan, save people quickly. I'm going to rescue Ying Qianxie." As he spoke, Elder Xuan released him for the first time in front of the students. Wuhun.

Elder Xuan's back suddenly arched, his oil-stained rags split instantly, and his back muscles swelled up at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, his entire body at least doubled in size.

The most bizarre thing is that there are long spiral horns growing on both sides of his head.The moment he released his martial spirit, the air in the entire cave seemed to freeze.

Two yellows, two purples, four blacks, and one red, nine soul rings sparkled with dazzling brilliance and rose up instantly.Xuanlao's messy hair turned completely brown, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the surviving bandits.

Suddenly, an incomparable terrifying momentum surged like a stormy sea.In an instant, there was another explosion, but this time it was no longer a corpse explosion, but a real explosion.

With a sudden step on the ground with his right foot, a huge deep pit suddenly exploded.Elder Xuan's majestic body bent down, and a pair of big palm-like hands dug up at an astonishing speed. His whole body sank into the ground and disappeared within just a breath.

The Angel of Death ran in the corridor at an alarming speed, while running wildly, his palms kept beating on the wall, detonating the explosives he buried in the wall.

He was able to lead the Death Hand bandits across the Mingdou Mountain Range not only because of his ability as an evil soul master, but more importantly because of his caution.It's not the first time he has encountered a situation like today, but as long as he doesn't die, it won't be long before a brand new bandit group will be brought up again.

The front suddenly became clear, and the messenger of death had led Ying Qianxie out of the tunnel, and the damp and rotten air suddenly became fresh, which immediately refreshed Ying Qianxie's spirit.

However, at the exit of the tunnel, there were twelve figures standing there quietly.

Seeing the messenger of death coming out of the tunnel, the twelve people who didn't even seem to be breathing immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted the messenger of death respectfully.

"Get up, my corpse slaves, you stay behind as the envoy. This time, you're in big trouble. That guy's aura is probably at the level of a Titled Douluo. Hmph, don't worry, there will be ten more at most." In a few years, even a titled Douluo can only bow his head in front of this envoy."

"Boy, are you scared? Hahahaha! As long as you kneel down and beg me for mercy, I will let you die without pain!" The messenger of death has escaped, and Ying Qianxie has no effect on him. The murder was silenced.

Seeing his gradually rampant smile, Ying Qianxie also felt that it was time for him to go on the road. Ying Qianxie shook his shoulder, shook the hand of the messenger of death away from him, twisted his wrist and said, "It won't be another ten years, I think you are right, as long as you beg me for mercy, I will let you die without pain!"

"You..." The Angel of Death was very shocked. Is this the hostage who didn't resist at all on the way?
The Breath of the Fallen Angel God!

Of course Ying Qianxie didn't give him a chance to beg for mercy, so he couldn't enjoy the benefits of a painless death. Before he could react at all, Ying Qianxie shook off his chin, wrists, legs, shoulders, etc. With bones everywhere, he randomly picked up a knife on the ground, closed his eyes, and stabbed at him randomly without distinction.

Unable to cry out in pain, he could only bear the pain quietly.The Angel of Death never thought that one day he would suffer this kind of torture, but he forgot that the torture method he used to those innocent ordinary people was a hundred times more cruel.

Looking at the dying angel of death, slumped on the ground like a puddle of mud, his eyes full of resentment and despair, Ying Qianxie felt that giving him an understanding of life now seemed to help him escape, but with Ying Qianxie's insight, he still had There really isn't any particularly cruel method of torture.

When Ying Qianxie was about to end him, a ray of light in Ying Qianxie's body suddenly flickered and said, "Leave you to me, your soul is too dirty, it is ashamed to the light of this world, come to you Clean it up."

Ying Qianxie was taken aback for a moment before realizing it, what the hell?This voice was the most noble and elegant voice he had ever heard in this world, and this single sentence actually made his body and soul even better.

At this moment, the fallen angel said, "Don't worry, it's fine."

Only then did Ying Qianxie let go of her mind, and handed over her body to this radiant body to take over.

Behind the mask, the originally black eyes turned golden yellow, a kind of light full of elegance, as if it could see through everything in the world, and what was even more strange was that a golden soul ring slowly rose from under his feet.When the golden soul ring climbed upwards, it brought a series of afterimages, making it impossible to see whether it was one or more.

The messenger of death seemed to have seen something unbelievable, his pupils shrank, showing a horrified look.

"It's a very familiar breath, although it's a bit disgusting, but I still have a kind of friendly feeling." The elegant and noble voice sighed, the body did not move, but just raised a finger.

A faint golden flame was burning on his fingertips, and the bodies of those who were called corpse slaves by the messenger of death began to tremble violently.

An elegant voice said faintly: "Although I still can't remember the past, I have already remembered my name. A little Lich, how dare I judge the angel, the dark natural disaster Felicia Devo Show off this kind of low-level undead magic in front of Shaker, and discredit the great great magic. Then, let you play with fire and burn yourself."

As he spoke, the flames on his fingertips suddenly exploded, and then, the golden halo around his body suddenly spread, covering all twelve corpse slaves.

The bodies of the twelve corpse slaves stopped shaking, and they raised their heads slowly one by one.It can be seen that their skin is iron-gray like that of the dead, their eyes are even more hollow and lifeless, the fingernails on their hands are extremely long, appearing purple-black, and there is a rotten smell all over their bodies.

Gradually, a faint light began to light up in the eyes of the corpse slaves. It was the light of golden flames. A small cluster of golden flames gradually appeared in the eyes of each corpse slave, and they turned around slowly.There was an expression on their stiff faces.Pain, hatred, and endless resentment.When they turned around and saw the Angel of Death, they rushed up like crazy.

The twelve corpse slaves launched a frenzied attack on the messenger of death who was lying on the ground.Tear your hands and bite your teeth, and so on.

This is a venting attack of venom, much crueler than Ying Qianxie's physical torture.

The voice of Judgment Angel Felicia Dvořák sounded again from Ying Qianxie's mouth, "Necromancers control the soul, not the body. A Lich who doesn't even master the secret of controlling the soul, no matter how powerful he is. After all, he is not a real necromancer. He killed you, and I will give you a chance to take revenge. When the hatred is over, your soul will be purified accordingly. Although I don’t use necromancer magic, I still have some understanding of."

"I don't know how long I haven't used light magic. It's so familiar and strange! But I like this feeling. It seems that there was an unforgettable hatred in my heart, but now there is only peace.

Children, you must always keep in mind that any ability can be used for good, and those who use their ability to be evil as an excuse to be evil must be evil by nature.As long as you have a righteous heart, undead magic can also be full of purification power. I have always been very satisfied with your progress and performance. As long as you are ready, you are eligible to inherit my bright holy spirit magic at any time. ’ taught Felicia Dvořák.

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