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The dark evil spirit constantly curled around his body, which made Hongling's breath twisted and weird. There were wisps of magic blood seeping from his body surface.

Hu, a long breath of turbid gas, Hongling watched it roll in front of the body, slowly dissipated between heaven and earth, the whole person was in a good mood.

After he wiped out kumorro, he not only got rid of a worry, but also became more and more terrible after swallowing the man and the magic wheel of that era.

"Just a magic weapon of the era has made my kingdom ten times more powerful than before. Although its scope is still vast, the power I can mobilize seems to be stronger."

Carefully sensing the violent power in his body, the matchless son's look is more and more dignified, and some people are afraid. If it was not for the strength of kumorra itself, he would die this time.

The power of the magic weapon in the era is stronger than all his powers combined. Even if there is a burning Huang emperor mirror and a sad God sword in hand, he can't compete with it.

"Fortunately, the power of the law of eclipse is strong enough. Without it, I would have fallen into the hands of kumaras if it hadn't eroded a corner of the magic weapon of the era."

After her breath returned to the peak, Hong Ling opened her eyes and looked at the distance. She was staring at her fourth apostle with a dignified face. However, she saw Nangong Luo's desire to speak, but she seemed to be worried.

"Lord Nangong, do you have anything you want to say? It's better to put it forward. Maybe I can give you an answer."

Hong Ling looked at nangongluo with a smile. He didn't have any pride because he had just killed kumura. Even though his strength was much stronger than before, he just restrained it and would not target the fourth apostle.

"If we meet the devil Ling clan, we will continue to be more afraid of going on!"

Nangongluo was obviously afraid of the way ahead. After seeing the power of kumorra, he knew that the monks like himself in the Huadao realm did not have enough fighting power to fight against the monsters who entered the hell.

"I still want to go into the depths of hell. As for nangongluo, if you don't want to, I won't ask for it!"

She shook her head slightly. Hong Ling knew that nangongluo's worries were not groundless. With his power to transform Taoism, he was really too weak to protect himself.

"In this case, I choose to quit. I can't bet!"

Taking a deep breath, Nangong Luo was a little depressed and bitter. He didn't dare to look into Hong Ling's eyes. It was a great shame for him, the fourth apostle, to quit halfway. However, in the face of the crisis of life and death, he would die faster if he continued to advance beyond his ability!

"I respect your decision. If I can't go back to Fengdu this time, please apologize to Mr. Su Mo, the tenth Yanjun, for me, and say that I have failed him!"

Without the intention of blaming nangongluo, Hongling quickly condensed a sad sword in front of her body. With the powerful power of disaster, she hurled it toward the sky above, which made the sword explode repeatedly and broke several barriers of hell.

"This..."

Staring at the broken wall of hell, Nangong Luo swallowed hard and looked at Hongling with doubt.

"From the Ninth level of hell, all the entrances and exits have been blocked by powerful forces. I want to open up a channel for you, Lord Nangong. It's the will of the same apostles."

After that, Hong Ling pointed to the huge gap in the sky and said in a soft voice, "you'd better leave quickly. If the passage heals again, you'll miss the opportunity to walk out of the hell!"

Thank you very much

After stopping the impulse to move on, nangongluo slightly arched at Hongling. The man had already shot away at the gap above and disappeared in Hongling's sight.

Sensing that the fourth apostle had not been obstructed, Hong Ling finally put down her heart and turned to look at the broken earth below, and a dark golden thunder blazed in her eyes.

Longhua's right hand was twined with hot and violent thunder and fire, which made its breath extremely powerful. Hongling smashed it fiercely towards the earth. With a bang, he broke through the barriers of the 10th and 11th hells with fist strength. People also slowly fell into the next hell with the falling earth and stone.

There is a trace of evil spirit in the 11th floor of hell than in the 10th floor. However, Hongling is acutely aware of a trace of unusual light law in the air.

"The breath of an angel is more powerful than when she left the ancient battlefield."

Hongling quietly sensed the residual traces of the law between heaven and earth. The whole person grasped it with some doubts. He captured a wisp of breath and slowly condensed it into a wisp of white and hot flame in front of him.

This white flame makes people feel bright, even the consciousness can't help but feel close to it, which makes the matchless son frown slightly.

This power is very similar to the wish power of Brahma, but it lacks a trace of incense. It has no inevitable causal connection, some are just devout."It is said that there is a heaven in the Far West, in which there are creatures different from those in the wilderness, and angels are one of them!"

Slightly pondering, Hong Ling didn't pay too much attention to the angel breath emerging in the eleven layers of hell, but let go of her own divine consciousness and looked at everything in this hell.

"There is no smell of green birds and other people. Even the other apostles of Fengdu have not a trace of their destructive power. How long have they been away from here?"

The matchless son gathered up his own breath, did not directly open the passage to the twelfth layer of hell, but shot towards the West rapidly, with a trace of inexplicable evil spirit in the emptiness of the whole body.

In the sand in the distance, a Taoist monk was half kneeling on the ground. His sword was full of cracks. He was clinging to it with his bloody hands. He maintained the sword's shape with his little remaining force.

"It seems that the so-called master of heaven is not so good! At least in front of our powerful Blazing Angels, there is no room for resistance

Four figures with white wings were shaking. At this time, they were disdaining the friars who were spitting blood, so that the injured Huadao state was unwilling to bite his teeth.

"Despicable people, after sneaking attack, attack with four enemies and one. People like you dare to speak out loud!"

The friar shivered all over his body, and his sword was wet by the thick plasma from the mouth of the tiger, which made the weak sword light with a trace of blood.

"Well, you still have the strength to speak hard. I don't know if this strength can support your character and let you continue to stick to your loyalty?"

A golden haired Angel waved his cross sword and put it on the Friar's shoulder. He pulled the sword like a carpenter and saw a shallow bloodstain on his body.

"The monk who transforms the Taoist realm is powerful. No matter how you kill him, you can't kill him!"

The angel with long brown hair raised his boot slightly and lifted it up to the Friar's chin. He looked down at him with a smile on his face. There was a white gold flame on the tip of his foot, burning his chin.

The smell of flesh and blood made many angels frown in disgust, but their patience seemed to be excellent. They still looked at the friar in front of them with interest, and did not give up the torture of this person.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Why don't you shout it out, eh?"

Another white haired Angel tilted his head and suddenly reversed his cross sword. With a hissing sound, he nailed the monk of huadaojing into the earth and turned his sword again.

Hissing, the monk of Tianting in Daojing took a deep breath. He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the four angels with ferocity.

"It's a very uncomfortable look, like a mad hound barking at a noble master!"

The red haired Angel shook his head. Instead of using his sword, he gracefully went behind the friar in heaven. He stretched out a white gold aural lock cover, put it on the man's neck, and immediately pulled the burning chain.

Well, the originally ferocious monk was pulled back. His whole face was twisted because of pain, but he couldn't roar out.

"It is said that the eastern friars are mysterious and powerful, and their backbone is also first-class. Judging from the performance of this guy, it is really consistent with the rumor. How do these guys who have no faith do it?"

The four angels smile at each other, seems to be very interested in the people in front of them, even when they start, the action becomes a lot lighter.

The sharp pain was like a wave of overlapping waves, pounding the consciousness again and again, which made the friar of Tianting who transformed the Taoist realm to faint. But in the end, he still survived with his powerful ideas.

I don't know when a cold wind and snow condenses between heaven and earth. In the snow, the matchless son in white robe slowly comes out of the snow, and the evil spirit of ice and cold is raging towards the void.

"The Lord of Hongling!"

At this time, the friar of Tianting suddenly raised his head and looked at Hongling in surprise. Although he was only the bodyguard around Qin Chen, he could not forget the tenth apostle of Fengdu who had once met.

"After you let him go, you can break your arm. I can think that nothing happened!"

Hong Ling stood with his hands down, but the wind and snow around him was howling and extinguished all the white flames of the Blazing Angels. Even their swords were frozen, and they could no longer shed a trace of the power of the law of light.

"Interesting, there is another Eastern monk. Although he looks very young, his strength seems to be stronger than this guy!"

The golden haired Angel looked at Hong Ling with great interest. He pulled the cross sword that cut into the friar of heaven and cut off his arm with a hiss, making the sword covered with thick plasma.

Ignoring the words of the matchless son, he flipped the sword and slapped the sticky flesh on the white Friar's boots, making the clean brocade boots explode with a disgusting blood flower.

"Why, there is no resistance! Have we met the rare soft persimmon in the eastThe white haired Angel nailed the Friar's palm with a cross sword, pulled up the sword bit by bit with a smile, dragged it on the earth, and walked haughtily towards Hongling. His whole body was covered with a blazing white flame, which made him look like a white God of fire.

Hum, cross sword high chant, suddenly toward the neck of Hong Ling oblique cut and down, its Blazing Sword light even burned the air out of the ripples.

When, the voice of gold and iron cross Ming suddenly sounded, making the white haired Angel stagger back.

He was so fierce that he could not cut off the skin on Hong Ling's neck. Instead, he was repulsed by the concussion force from the long sword and was forced to take several steps.

"It turns out to be a stubble. No wonder it's so arrogant!"

The brown haired Angel put away his burning boots and stepped forward. His sword suddenly burst out towards Hongling.

Hi, the sharp cross sword directly pierces the void, carrying the dazzling flame, it stabs Hongling fiercely. Its great sword meaning even constantly breaks the wind and snow gathered around the matchless son, making the heaven and earth covered by the steaming moisture.

"Stupid Birdman, what's the point of doing this?"

He raised his hand slightly and bent his finger forward a little. The cold water vapor around Hongling's fingertips suddenly froze the void where he was.

Ding, the cross sword stabbed at Hongling's fingertip, instantly brought up a metal concussion light song, pleasant and light.

The next moment, the icy water vapor quickly climbed up the body of the cross sword along the sword ridge and froze it into ice, which made the brown haired angel with the sword look terrified and quickly abandoned the sword and retreated.

"Ha ha ha, it seems that you can't help it, this young man from the East!"

The red haired Angel holding the lasso laughed and pulled the chain hard, which made the friar of the court give out a painful hum that day.

"Listen to me, young friar of the East, if you want to make him live, you'd better put your hands down. After all, you Oriental people are very righteous sometimes, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to be able to get away with my hands, because I'm not among the people you're talking about. I don't want to be loyal at all."

Hongling lowered his head somewhat embarrassed, but when he raised his chin again, the warm eyes in his eyes had been replaced by the chaotic wind and snow, cold and cold!

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