"What kind of hatred does he have against the Holy See of Light to end up in such a state!" Someone couldn't help but sigh, his eyes filled with sympathy for Linley's fate and anger at the practices of the Holy See of Light.
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Around the high platform, people gradually came to understand, with pity appearing in their eyes. They looked at Linley struggling in pain, and their hearts were filled with helplessness and sadness.
"Lin Lei, you shouldn't delve into what happened twelve years ago! You can't blame us for all this!" Heitings' words were cold. There was no mercy or guilt on his face, only coldness and ruthlessness.
"Boss...I will definitely avenge you..." In the distance, a palm-sized mouse's eyes turned blood-red, staring at Heitings. Its body trembled slightly, filled with anger and determination.
"Little guy, I don't know if I can save you even if I try my best to save you." Delincovoort sighed quietly and flew out of the Coiling Dragon Ring. His figure seemed a little unreal, but full of determination and determination. But just when he was about to use the secret technique, a biting cold wind rose inexplicably and blew over.
At this moment, not only him, but tens of thousands of people in the audience suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were falling into an ice cellar. The chill seemed to come from the Nine Nether Abyss, instantly freezing their blood and souls.
"You dare to use me as a disciple, do you think your life is too long?" A cold voice filled with endless murderous intent floated from the sky, and the air instantly stagnated. The sound was like a winter blizzard, cold and ruthless, making the hearts of everyone present seem to have stopped beating.
"Who! Who is talking!" The voice trembled and echoed in the huge square, with deep fear and doubt. Everyone shivered uncontrollably, as if out of instinct. The cold wind that came from nowhere was like an icy sharp blade, blowing mercilessly through their bodies, making them feel as if they were in the cold. It was like a hole in a cave, and the chill penetrated to the bone marrow.
Especially the ubiquitous surging murderous intention made their hearts palpitate. It was as if a pair of invisible hands were tightly strangling their hearts, making it difficult for them to breathe and their heartbeats became rapid and disordered.
Everyone was shaking their heads and looking around, as if they were looking for something. Their eyes were full of panic and fear, like lambs lost in the darkness.
Soon, several figures appeared in their sight. Almost at the same time, everyone in the square turned their attention to the young man at the head.
The young man's face was gloomy, like the sky before a storm, filled with gloom. There was no emotion on his face, just like a cold statue, with a cold chill in his eyes that seemed to freeze a person's soul.
Buzz buzz!
Suddenly, the void trembled, as if the entire space was groaning in pain. The ground began to shake violently, as if a super earthquake had occurred. People were unstable and staggering in the violent shaking.
Immediately afterwards, deafening roars and explosions rang in the ears of everyone. The sound was like the death knell of doomsday, making their ears buzz and their minds go blank.
"Fa...what happened!" Everyone in the square tried their best to steady themselves, with fear in their words. Their voices trembled, filled with fear and uneasiness about the unknown.
"Look!" A sharp voice broke the brief silence.
"This...this is impossible!" Someone shouted in despair, his voice full of disbelief.
When some strong men who were located at high places outside the square and those in the sanctuary rose into the air, when they saw clearly what was happening around them, their expressions suddenly froze, and their brows were filled with thick blood. They looked shocked, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Their eyes were so wide that they seemed to pop out of their sockets.
Looking at the greatly changed expressions of those powerful saints flying high into the sky, more and more people in the square began to climb higher. The wind magician directly used the flying technique and stayed in the air for a short time. Their movements were hurried and panicked, and their hearts were filled with fear of the unknown.
When they saw clearly what was happening in the Holy See of Light, their expressions were no different from those of those powerful men in the Holy Realm, even more exaggerated. Everyone was dumbfounded. It was as if their brains had lost the ability to direct their words and actions. They stood there motionless like a piece of wood, staring blankly ahead with their two eyes.
The Holy See of Light is located in the west city of Fenlai City, covering an area of tens of thousands of acres. It is a majestic and magnificent building complex, full of sacred and solemn atmosphere.
But at this moment, earth-shattering explosions occurred inexplicably in every corner of the Holy See of Light. Under the explosion, the entire building turned into nothingness and dissipated directly into the void. The scene was like the end of the world and frightening.
Boom!
In the distant sky, a low sound of stepping into the air sounded, shaking everyone's hearts. The voice seemed to come from an ancient giant beast, carrying endless majesty and power.
As soon as Jiang Han's kick fell, the tens of thousands of acres of the Holy See of Light erupted with bright and dazzling light, and the miserable screams of countless people could be faintly heard, and they disappeared in an instant. The light was like an explosion from the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.
When the bright light disappeared and everyone in the square could see everything around them clearly again, everyone involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air and felt numb all over. Their bodies seemed to be frozen, unable to move.
"The Holy See of Light is gone...gone!" Someone said this with difficulty with trembling lips.
"It's him, it must be him!" Another person pointed at Jiang Han, his voice full of fear.
"Who is he?" More people asked, their eyes full of confusion and awe.
Looking at the tens of thousands of acres of the Holy See of Light, or to be precise, it has become tens of thousands of acres of ruins. After a group of strong men recovered from their trance, their eyes were fixed on that spot in the sky. On the Tao figure, there was fear and fear in each of the eyes. Their hearts were filled with fear and awe of Jiang Han's powerful power.
The Holy See of Light, one of the top forces in the Magnolia Continent, turned into ruins in a few breaths. It all happened so suddenly and unexpectedly that they were caught off guard! They once thought that the Holy See of Light was an unshakable existence, but at this moment, they were so vulnerable in front of Jiang Han.
What's more, today is the most important missionary day of the Holy See of Light. Who would have thought that on such a day, the huge Holy See of Light would disappear. This special day was supposed to be the moment when the Holy See of Light showed its authority and glory, but it turned out to be its end. The tens of thousands of believers who lived in the Holy See of Light were also reduced to ruins along with the numerous buildings. The pungent smell of blood could even be smelled in the air, which was terrifying. The breath of death permeates this once sacred land, making people feel extremely depressed and desperate.
"Your Holiness, the Holy See is gone..." The faces of the red archbishops turned gray for an instant, and their voices trembled, full of despair and helplessness. Not only them, but all the other senior members of the Holy See on the high platform were struck in the head like a thunderbolt from the blue. Their faces were bewildered, like thunder and lightning, like clay sculptures and wood carvings. They stared blankly at the ruins in front of them, unable to accept this cruel reality.
"You...you are the master of Jiangmen!" Pope Heitings came to the air, glanced at the dusty ruins around him, took a long breath to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and stared at Jiangmen warily. cold. At this moment, Haitingsi's whole body was as tight as a stone, and his heart was as heavy as if it were filled with cold lead. His eyes were full of fear and uneasiness, but as the Pope, he still tried to maintain the last dignity and majesty.
"Jiangmen Clan Master, it turns out that he is the Jiangmen Clan Master who has disappeared for ten years!" Someone said as if he suddenly realized.
"How is it possible! Didn't you say that Jiangmen's sect master is just a strong man from the holy realm? Look, is this something that a strong man from the holy realm can do?" Another person questioned, his voice full of incredible.
"Could it be said that he, like the God of War and the High Priest, has become a god?" Someone speculated, with a tone full of awe.
"In this case, wouldn't Heitings and the others be in danger?" More people began to worry about the fate of Heitings and others.
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After confirming Jiang Han's identity, the faces of everyone in the square became even more shocked, full of disbelief. Their eyes moved back and forth between Jiang Han and Heitings, their hearts filled with anticipation and fear of what was about to happen.
In the sky, Hillman, the ninth-level shadow rat, the stone-eating rat and a group of Jiangmen disciples lowered their heads and scanned the ruins below, their throats squirming, their eyes full of shock and disbelief. Their bodies trembled slightly, and it was obviously the first time they had seen Jiang Han's terrifying methods.
"Dad, mother, you are here!" The big slap mouse hiding in the distance flew to the side of the ninth-level shadow mouse, with a hint of surprise and dependence in its voice.
"Beibei, this is the master of Jiangmen and the benefactor of our family. If it weren't for him, your father and I would have died ten years ago." The ninth-level shadow mouse said, its eyes full of gratitude and awe. .
"Hello, Lord Master." Beibei said timidly. It glanced at the desolate ruins below, and then looked at Jiang Han with obvious restraint. But it seemed to have thought of something again, and it immediately pointed at Lin Lei, who was still twitching and rolling on the high platform, with an anxious look on his face: "Sir, please save the boss! He is in a very bad situation!" There was a hint of worry in its voice. He cried, his body trembling slightly due to nervousness.
At this moment, Delinkovart, who flew out of the Coiling Dragon Ring, has not yet come back to his senses. He still has a dazed look on his face, his expression is a little dull, and he looks at Jiang Han in a daze, blinking. Without blinking, the other party's earth-shattering methods really shocked him. His mind seemed to be still stuck in the devastating scene just now, unable to extricate himself.
Jiang Han ignored the gazes of the people around him, and his eyes fell on the high platform. His eyes were cold and firm, as if nothing in the world could attract his attention, only Linley struggling in pain on the high platform could tug at his heartstrings.
I saw him wave his right hand, and a strong wind burst out from his palm. The strong wind was like a roaring dragon, with endless power and majesty, and it bombarded Lin Lei's body in an instant. On the body.
Ah——
A shrill scream sounded, the sound was sharp and harsh, as if it could penetrate people's souls.
However, this scream was not Linley’s voice, but a sharper neighing sound. The sound was filled with pain and desperation, which made people's hair stand on end.
The next moment, under the astonished eyes of countless people, a translucent figure flew out of Lin Lei's body. To be precise, he did not fly out, but was detained from Lin Lei's body by an invisible force. That force is powerful and mysterious, irresistible.
"That...that's the four-winged angel!" Someone shouted with a trembling voice, full of fear and surprise.
"Is this the angel who originally wanted to take away Shelin Lei's body!" Another person followed, his eyes widening, as if he wanted to imprint everything in front of him deeply in his mind.
"It is said that the strength of the four-winged angel has reached the limit of the holy realm, and it is only one step away from becoming a god!" An old man said with a trembling voice, his face full of awe and fear.
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I saw the translucent figure with four wings on its back and a circular halo on its head. The wings shone softly, as if they were made of the purest crystal. The aperture exudes a sacred atmosphere, making people afraid to look directly. When everyone in the square recognized his identity, everyone immediately exclaimed. Their voices were full of fear and awe, as if they were seeing the most terrifying existence in the world.
Bang!
But as soon as everyone started talking, a giant palm formed around the four-winged angel. That giant palm is like a giant beast from ancient times, exuding endless majesty and power. A sudden squeeze, followed by a loud bang and explosion. The sound was like the earth shattering, making everyone's eardrums buzz.
The four-winged angel was crushed into nothingness by the giant palm before he could even scream. Its figure disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed.
All of this happens between sparks of calcium carbide! Before anyone had time to react, everything was over. They stared blankly at the scene in front of them, their hearts filled with shock and fear.
"Who! Who is talking!" This trembling voice echoed in the huge square, like a frightened hare desperately shouting in the wilderness, full of deep fear and endless doubts. Everyone seemed to be controlled by invisible threads, shivering uncontrollably. The cold wind whistling from nowhere, was like an extremely cold blade, blowing on their bodies mercilessly and cruelly. . This cold penetrated right into the bone marrow, making them feel as if they were in a cave that had been frozen for thousands of years. Every inch of skin and every cell was invaded by the cold.
Especially the surging killing intent that seems to be everywhere, like the claws of a devil, tightly strangling their hearts. This powerful sense of oppression made it difficult for them to breathe, and their originally steady and powerful heartbeats suddenly became rapid and chaotic, like a war drum beating rapidly, without any rhythm at all. (End of chapter)