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A whip broke through the air and swept towards the eight-winged angel in the center of the tyrant's thunder.

With the concentrated attack of the God, the world, which was originally in the violent turmoil of wind and thunder, suddenly froze for a short time at this moment.

Wherever the whip went, the space was violently twisted into strange arcs, forming a terrifying vortex.

In the vortex, there is an eight-winged angel protecting Jian Luoling.

The moment the eight-winged angel touched the pair of golden wings on Jian Jinge's back, his clear, bright, and wise eyes flashed with deep surprise.

Why does she have angel wings?

Or golden angel wings. If you are not of angel blood, how can you be worthy of possessing the golden wings of the angel clan?

Even if one is blessed by the Supreme Angel, it is impossible to obtain golden wings unless one has pure blood.

Golden wings represent the symbol of identity, status and strength.

Even her granddaughter, who is related to her by blood, cannot obtain angel wings before her bloodline awakens.

The golden wings on the back of the girl in front of me exude a pure and sacred angelic aura.

This means that the angel who blessed her has a very noble status!

The eight-winged angel folded its four pairs of wings, tightly protecting her and Jian Luoling in the middle. A sacred, holy golden light enveloped the two of them.

The black copper whip collided with the golden light, making a loud roaring sound.

"Angels' innate inherited abilities, divine power, and absolute defense." Jian Jinge's eyelids twitched, and the information about the angel clan naturally popped up in his mind.

Absolute defense, and healing ability.

For ordinary injuries, as long as he is not fatal, he can be healed if given time.

The angels and other races are the favorites of God, and humans are actually a pile of shit that God took out when he was bored.

No talent has been passed down to humans. Apart from wisdom, everything else has to be figured out by ourselves, right?

God is definitely the stepfather of mankind!

Jian Jinge cursed in his heart, but appeared calm as an old dog on the surface.

Wanjie Bookstore: Owner, please be gentle when you curse!

Jian Jinge paused and said: Is there really such a thing as God? Can it hear me scolding it?

The Wanjie Bookstore was silent for a moment. "Shopkeeper, we can't think about the creatures of the Wanjie world with normal human thinking. There are powerful races like angels in the world, so it's not impossible for a celestial being to be born."

Wanjie Bookstore: All things have spirits. This is not just a casual statement. The evolution of all things has its own reasons and laws of existence.

Jian Jinge thought it made sense, and silently suppressed the curses in his heart.

When she finds the time, she won't curse in her heart. She will find a piece of paper, write directly, and then burn it!

Sensing her intention, the Wanjie Bookstore fell completely silent.

Yong is still the owner of the store.

Xiaobao stretched out his little feet, his eyes shining as he stared at a ball of golden light not far away.

String the strange wooden crossbow, draw the bow, and aim.

One arrow,

Arrow.

It’s a lot of fun shooting.

At this moment, the aura and pressure of the Solitary God enveloped the entire Haicheng.

All of a sudden.

Those who were still scrambling for admission tickets, or the small group of forces that were trying to resist the Ling family army, began to lose control of their limbs under the terrifying pressure.

Those who were weaker fell to their knees uncontrollably.

As for the vast majority of ordinary people who are still alive in Haicheng.

In fact, the moment the beast trap formation was formed, he was stunned by the powerful pressure emitted from the arrow.

Some weaker spirit masters would have lost their ability to fight long ago even if they were not found by the Ling family army.

Under the pressure of the God, we are all ants.

Resistance is just asking for death.

At this moment, everyone in Haicheng who was still conscious looked up at the battle in the sky.

Yemen leaned lazily against a dead tree, pulled off his hat, and stroked his shiny bald head with his slightly rough hands.

Under the big bald head is a cute baby face, but a deep scar from the jaw to the neck that can be seen through the bone weakens the cuteness a bit and adds a touch of coldness and toughness.

Coupled with the bald head, he looks even more formidable.

"Commander, are we just going to sit here and wait for them to finish fighting?" Qin Hao slumped over a dead tree branch with weak legs, looking a bit hopeless, but his eyes were sparkling.

Yemen touched his bald head, "What do you want to do?"

"Look, under this terrifying pressure, many people must have lost the ability to fight back. Tell me, is this a good time for us to harvest treasures?" Qin Hao analyzed their path to success in a clear and logical manner.

His eyes lit up the more he spoke, and Yemen chuckled, "Good idea." However, under his hopeful gaze, he stabbed him coldly, "Qin Hao, you're hanging on a tree like a dead salted fish. I'm a little curious, how did you come up with this bad idea?"

Qin Hao's face froze and he stopped talking!

"By the way, did the city lord say when he would arrive?" Yemen changed his sleeping position, folded his hands on the back of his head, using them as a pillow, and looked at the sky with a leisurely look.

"At the fastest, it will take an hour." A young man not far away said indifferently.

"An hour, there's still some time. Why don't you come with me first?"

Yemen was about to reply when he suddenly heard this strange voice so close to him. His expression froze and he instinctively turned his eyes to the side.

At first glance, he met Ling Mumu's pair of water-like eyes. Her light blue pupils were clear and bright, like the blue sky and sea.

A pair of gentle, beautiful and clear eyes, looking into them seems to be able to absorb one's soul.

Yemen heard his heart skip a beat.

Ling Mumu tilted her head, gently blinked her long eyelashes, and instantly clamped his wrist with one hand. She asked again, "Don't you want to?"

As he spoke, he added a little strength to his hands, and his tone was even more murderous.

Yemen lowered his head to look at the slender white hand on his wrist, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red. The moment he raised his head again, he grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

When he spoke, his tone was sonorous and powerful, and there was a hint of inexplicable emotion in his voice, "I'll go with you!"

When Ling Mumu heard this, the murderous aura disappeared and he smiled, revealing two small, sharp fangs.

Yemen stared at his face for a long moment. The moment he let go, he grabbed his hand and pressed it back on his wrist. He said seriously, "Hey, don't let go. You still have to hold my wrist. This way you can hold me tight and effectively prevent me from cheating behind your back!"

This made Mumu look confused!

Qin Hao and others were also confused. No, why did they have the feeling that the commander was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers?

It’s an illusion!!!

"Snap" Jian Jinge swung the divine whip again, whipping the golden light surrounding the eight-winged angel. He saw that the golden light was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This made her eyes flicker slightly.

She could feel that with each lash of her whip, the eight-winged angel's absolute defense was weakening.

In other words, the absolute defense of divine power cannot be used all the time and has a time limit.

It even shortens in duration as she attacks.

It’s okay if he is not omnipotent, otherwise, no matter how strong Jian Jinge is, he will not be able to defeat the eight-winged angel.

Jian Jinge shook the Frost Black Pearl Bracelet and the Fire Black Pearl Bracelet on her wrists.

The endless force surged towards the two bracelets.

Then, charge up your strength for a strike.

On the left is a huge ice dragon wrapped in ice all over the sky.

On the right is a huge cage, engulfed in flames.

The ice dragon and the fire dragon roared towards the sky.

The fire dragon leaped up, swooped down from above, and rushed forward violently.

The ice dragon swam around the ground, then soared into the sky from the bottom up.

One ice and the other fire, forming a pincer attack that is sure to kill.

The eight-winged angel felt the two icy and terrifying murderous auras of extreme cold and heat, and his heart was suddenly trembling.

The moment the ice dragon and the fire dragon were two or three meters away from her, the eight wings instantly spread out.

Golden feathers appeared out of thin air in front of her.

A golden light flashed across the light silver eyes, and time seemed to stop at that moment.

Then, the feathers in the sky turned into sharp blades and flew towards the ice dragon and the fire dragon.

The eight-winged angel carried Jian Luoling and shuttled through the sea of ​​ice and fire and the rain of feather arrows. Her body and toes were nimble, and every time an attack had not yet reached her, she seemed to have anticipated it.

Get out of the way first.

It was as fast as a streak of light, leaving only a trail of afterimages.

Jian Jinge's mouth twitched. "The angels' advanced combat technique, Ultra Instinct!"

Is this the heritage of the angel clan?

Hiss, I feel a little envious of Jian Luoling for some reason!

She suddenly wanted a grandmother like this too...