Chapter 423 The twelve-winged angel transformed into the eighteen-winged angel
"That's all?" Chu He said contemptuously.
He suddenly threw the golden light ball in his hand towards the twelve-winged angel.
The golden ball of light was like a meteor, dragging its long golden tail flame and flew towards the twelve-winged angel at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing this, the twelve-winged angel quickly waved its wings and tried to avoid this fatal blow.
However, the golden light ball seemed to have an independent consciousness and locked it tightly.
Just the moment the golden light ball was about to hit the twelve-winged angel, it suddenly spread its twelve wings and completely wrapped its body.
A loud bang,
The golden light ball collided with the twelve-winged angels, and a powerful energy shock wave burst out.
This shock wave is like a strong earthquake, and it quickly spreads around with the explosion point as the center.
The ground in the demon cave trembled violently again, more rocks fell off the rock walls, and the golden light in the sky fluctuated violently due to the impact of this force.
When the light dissipated, the wings of the twelve-winged angels had become broken, and the originally dazzling holy light on their bodies became dull.
Its body is shaking and can fall from the air at any time.
"No...this is impossible..."
Beckett murmured in disbelief as he looked at the dying twelve-winged angel in the sky.
Chu He ignored their shock, and slowly fell down and stood on the ground of the demon cave.
At this moment, he was like a master who came to the world, exuding a sense of awesomeness. "Now, it's your turn." Chu He's voice was cold and ruthless, as if he had sentenced Beckett, Guerrero and Totarohan to death.
The three of them looked at each other and saw firmness and determination in each other's eyes.
They knew very well that there was no way out at this moment, and that there might be a glimmer of hope to fight to the death. "Come on! We're fighting with you!" The Tota Rohan shouted and raised the colorful pagoda in his hand again.
The pagoda shines brightly, releasing colorful light, trying to build a colorful field that can limit the enemy's actions again.
Beckett and Guerrero also cast their spells one after another. The scepters and magic weapons in their hands flashed with dazzling light, and powerful energy beams shot towards Chu He.
Chu He stood there, motionless, still with that confident smile on his face.
When the energy beam was about to hit him, he gently raised his hands and quickly formed a golden rune in front of him.
The rune light flashed, instantly absorbing all the incoming energy beams. "Your struggle is nothing but futile." Chu He said, waved his hands and a golden wave of energy swept towards the three of them.
Wherever the energy wave passes, a deep gully on the ground is plowed out, and the surrounding air seems to be ignited, making a "sizzling" sound.
Beckett, Guerrero and Totarohan only felt a force that was too strong to resist to be upon him.
They tried to resist, but their efforts seemed so small in the face of this force.
The three of them were like fallen leaves swept up by the wind. They were knocked out by this energy wave and hit the rock wall of the demon cave hard.
The rock wall collapsed instantly under their impact, and large pieces of rock buried them.
After a long time, the dust settled and the devil's cave was silent.
Chu He stood quietly, looking at everything in front of him, with a satisfied smile on his face. "No one can stop me." Chu He whispered, his voice echoing in this silent demon cave.
The Tota Rohan collapsed on the cold ground, holding the colorful pagoda that once shone brightly but now dull.
His eyes were filled with sorrow and helplessness, and he knew that he had fallen into a desperate situation and had no room for turning back. "My life has been completed, and everything I have done. The Brahma practice has been established, and I will not accept it later."
The Tota Rohan murmured to himself, his voice weak but a hint of determination.
He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was saying his final farewell to the world.
Then, he used all his last strength to hold the dim colorful pagoda up with both hands and gently pressed it against his eyebrows.
In an instant, a strange scene happened.
The face of Tota Rohan quickly turned pale as paper at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the color of life was ruthlessly pulled away from his body by an invisible force.
His skin gradually lost its blood color and became as cold as marble and lifeless.
As his face became paler, the originally dim Colorful Pagoda seemed to be nourished by some powerful force, and its light became stronger and stronger.
The tiredness became stronger and stronger in the eyes of Tota Rohan.
His voice also became weak, but every word used his last strength: "We did not expect that Chu He's plan had been successful.
But we must not just sit there and wait for death. Make the rightful resistance.
Beckett, Guerrero, I will create an opportunity for you.
I will burn my life and devote all my strength to the explosion of the Colorful Pagoda Among them,
The strongest area of the Colorful Pagoda is released with the power of life.
In the field of the Colorful Pagoda, Chu He was absolutely suppressed.
But you also know that with my current strength, the gap between me and Chu He is too big, and this suppression can only last for about 5 minutes at most.
You must seize these 5 minutes, because you understand in your heart that with Chu He's current strength, once he can get out of here,
For your Lighthouse Empire and our Buddha For the country, it will be a huge disaster. ”
After saying this last sentence, Tota Rohan's body began to melt like ice and snow. His body turned into rays of light and was slowly sucked into the interior of the colorful pagoda.
At this moment, the seven-color pagoda was injected with endless energy, and burst out with extremely dazzling seven-color light.
The light was as strong as seven dazzling lightning bursts at the same time, and
It was like a brilliant seven-color rainbow that descended on this once terrifying and cold land.
The colorful pagoda slowly flew up and climbed towards the sky.
It hovered high in the air, shining on a brilliant colorful light.
This light spreads rapidly, covering all the surrounding areas.
The originally gloomy and terrifying demon cave has now become beautiful and is in a dreamy world. The colorful brilliance permeates every inch of space, covering the land with a gorgeous and mysterious coat.
In the reflection of the colorful light, everything around it became like a dream.
The surface of the rock was dyed with colorful colors, as if it had become a beautiful work of art.
The fog that spreads is also penetrated by the light, refracting a colorful halo, like floating colorful clouds.
And in the center of this light, there is a powerful and mysterious power hidden.
Beckett and Guerrero stood aside, witnessing all this, and their hearts were mixed.
They knew that Tota Rohan's move was to use his life to win opportunities for them, and this sacrifice made them both touched and stressed.
Beckett held the scepter in his hand tightly, his knuckles turned white due to force, and his eyes revealed firmness and determination: "Guerrero, we must not let down the sacrifice of Tota Rohan, we must make good use of this precious 5 minutes."
Guerrero nodded slightly, staring at the pagoda emitting colorful light, and said, "That's right, this is our last chance, we must do our best. Once Chuhe Escape, the consequences are unimaginable."
At this time, Chu He was standing not far away, feeling the powerful power released by the Colorful Pagoda, but there was still a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Hmph, I want to trap me with this method? You are too naive."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one book, one 6, one 9, one book Take a look!
Chu He whispered, his voice looking particularly clear under the cover of this colorful light.
In the field of the Colorful Pagoda, time becomes particularly slow.
Each second carries the sacrifice of Totarohan, as well as the hope and determination of Beckett and Guerrero.
They know very well that these 5 minutes will determine the fate of the Lighthouse Empire, the Buddha Kingdom, and even the entire world.
In the gloomy and depressing atmosphere of the Demon Cave, Beckett and Guerrero realized that they had no choice but to retreat at this moment.
If they have any reservations, the only thing waiting for them is to end up burying here.
The two looked at each other, and their eyes flashed with determination, and then they all made strange gestures.
They had their legs together, their bodies stood upright, and their arms slowly spread out, as if the devout believers were offering sacrifices to the unknown power.
Immediately afterwards, their lips opened lightly and began to chant words, their voices were low and solemn: "Love is forever patient and kindness.
Love will not be jealous, will not boast, and will not be crazy. , will not do shy things, nor will you seek your own interests.
It will not get angry easily, it will not calculate the evil deeds of others, it will only love the truth.
Love tolerate everything, believe in everything, have hope, and have patience.
Love is endless. "
As this sacred and ancient prayer echoed in the air, strange changes quietly occurred on them.
Beckett and Guerrero's bodies seemed to be clawed by the sharp claws of time Tear ruthlessly and begins to age at an astonishing speed.
At first, the luster on their faces faded away quickly, and their once vibrant skin gradually became loose, and wrinkles spread rapidly like fine spider webs.
The originally tight skin becomes wrinkled and ravines, just like the bark that has experienced vicissitudes of life, losing all its elasticity and vitality.
Their hair was not spared, and their originally thick black hair became gray as if it was attacked by frost in an instant.
Great hair falls like snowflakes, scattered on their shoulders and the ground, as if telling the disappearance of life.
In just a moment, they suddenly grew older from the thirties and forties to the twenties and thirties to the twenties and twenties.
The body is hunched and thin, as if a breeze can blow them down. It looks like they will step into the coffin in the next second and rest in peace forever.
Although their bodies could not stop trembling violently, like a candle in the strong wind, they still tenaciously maintained their cross shape.
It seems that behind them, there is an invisible but powerful cross that tightly binds them, preventing them from breaking away from this established posture.
At this moment, the twelve-winged angel, which had no life-waves, suddenly burst out with a dazzling and dazzling light.
The light burst out like a supernova, instantly illuminating the entire demon cave, sweeping away the darkness around it.
Around the twelve holy feather wings, light surging, and several new wings are slowly emerging.
These new wings are initially as thin as tender buds, and then they grow rapidly, stretch, becoming full and powerful.
Each feather flashes with a soft light, as if it is embedded with fine stars.
So long ago, the twelve-winged angel had transformed into a powerful existence with eighteen wings.
At the same time, a soft white light appeared on the angel's body, and a set of flawless armor gradually emerged, fitting perfectly on its body.
The texture of the armor is like the purest crystal, but it exudes the texture and toughness of metal.
There are exquisite runes and patterns carved on it, and a mysterious luster flows, as if telling ancient and sacred stories.
A gorgeous crown slowly fell down on the angel's head and was steadily worn on it. The crown is inlaid with dazzling gems, each gem exudes a unique light, reflecting each other, forming a dreamlike halo.
The angel at this moment has been transformed, and his whole body exudes a suffocating sense of oppression and supreme majesty. Every slight movement of it can make the space tremble.
The surrounding air was compressed by an invisible force, becoming heavy and stagnant.
The dark mist that originally filled the demon cave quickly retreated like a tide under the impact of this powerful force, dissipated without a trace.
As the angel slowly raised the powerless holy sword in his hand, the light shone brightly on the sword body, and the light was as dazzling as the scorching sun, almost unable to look directly at it.
The angel waved his arm and slashed it from top to bottom.
The power driven by the holy sword was like a surging tsunami, sweeping towards the Chu River with a rushing force.
In just a blink of an eye, this power containing the power of destroying the world had already appeared less than half a meter in front of Chu He's eyes.
After the twelve-winged angel transforms into the eighteen-winged angel, its power rises in a geometric multiple.
This powerful force has put the entire demon cave in unprecedented turmoil.
The surrounding rock walls made an overwhelming "click" sound under the impact of powerful forces, and cracks spread rapidly like lightning.
The large chunks of rock fell off the rock wall and fell to the ground like raindrops, stirring up dust in the sky.
The ground was trembling violently, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake occurred, and huge cracks continued to crack, swallowing everything around.
The stalactites on the top of the demon cave fell one after another and fell to pieces on the ground.
The originally peaceful devil's cave is now like a purgatory on earth, in chaos.
The dark mist in the demon cave quickly dissipated like a residual cloud swept by the strong wind under the impact of this powerful force.
The originally gloomy and terrifying atmosphere was also broken at this moment, replaced by a breathtaking and powerful sense of oppression.
Chu He stood there, feeling the powerful force coming to his face, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
(This chapter ends)