As soon as these words came out.
Many strange beasts were shocked and couldn't believe it.
Pterosaur King, aren't you too shameless? I didn't expect you to betray us so quickly.
As for St. Joan of Arc, she turned to look at Jiang Tian.
Although the Mang Gu Mountain wasn't one of the ten Holy Mountains, it had gathered tens of thousands of large and small savage beasts, and its strength was actually comparable to a Holy Mountain.
If Jiang Tian took them in, his strength would increase and his chances of winning would be greater!
At this time, the Pterosaur struggled out of the cave, and a trace of pride appeared on his face, full of confidence.
Jiang Tian didn't dare to kill him!
Because he also had chips and power, and an expert like Kang Tae-chu naturally understood the pros and cons.
"Hehe, you think too highly of yourself! You are not worthy of being my mount! These barbaric beasts are even more unworthy to be my subordinates! "
Jiang Tian's face revealed a faint ridicule.
"What do you mean!"
The Pterosaur King's face was filled with shock and anger. He flapped his wings and wanted to escape.
"All of you must die!"
With a low shout, Jiang Tian patted the Heaven Devouring Demonic Gourd.
Suddenly, thousands of flying swords spurted out like a canopy of fine needles.
When the flying swords came out, they were as thin as ox hair, but they immediately grew in size with the wind, like swimming fish, and then even bigger, especially the nine main flying swords, which were all a hundred meters long. Many flying swords turned into a torrent of metal, pouring down.
Chi chi chi!
The Pterosaur's body was pierced through by three main flying swords, nailing it to the ground.
"Let me go!" Kang Tae-chu, I am the mount of the Holy Emperor. If you dare to kill me, the Holy Hall will not forgive you … "
The Pterosaur King screamed and threatened. Blood flowed from his wounds, and his huge wings flapped, causing boulders to roll and trees to shatter, but he was still unable to struggle free.
Immediately after, another six flying swords pierced his body without hesitation.
The Winged Dragon King could no longer hold on. Its body exploded, turning into a rain of sparkling flesh that scattered down. Its millstone-like head rolled far away.
A shadow of his soul broke free and tried to escape, but it was instantly swallowed by the black soul devourer released by Jiang Tian.
At the same time, 10,000 flying swords rained down like a storm, and they surged through the Manku Mountains like a flash flood.
Flying swords, sharp, merciless, hit the target with one strike.
Wherever the flying sword passed, a curtain of blood filled the air. Arrows of blood shot out, and in the end, the blood flowed like a waterfall.
One after another, the flying swords pierced through the chests of the exotic beasts or circled around their necks. Their huge heads tumbled to the ground.
There were even hundreds of flying swords that swarmed towards the more powerful exotic beasts. Those that were hit immediately turned into sieves.
In the blink of an eye, over a thousand beasts were killed.
Many exotic beasts were slaughtered to the point of despair. They knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy, wagging their tails.
But Jiang Tian didn't even look at them. He let the flying swords kill them and let them fall to the ground screaming.
Jiang Tian shook the dragon tendon, and dozens of corpses appeared on the corpse cloak, including the huge head of the Winged Dragon.
Jiang Tian put his arm around Huang Linger's waist, glared at Saint Joan of Arc, and continued to fly in the direction of the Holy Church unhurriedly.
Jiang Tian flew ten kilometers away.
The entire Manku Mountain was silent. Tens of thousands of exotic beasts were all killed.
In the forest, flames soared to the sky, and blood surged.
Corpses were piled up like mountains, broken limbs were everywhere, and blood flowed like a stream. It was like Asura hell.
The imprisoned humans on Earth were released by Jiang Tian by breaking the cage with his flying swords.
They stood in the forest in confusion, and then kowtowed in the direction where Jiang Tian left, crying.
At this time, Saint Joan of Arc, who was shocked to the point of numbness, came back to her senses and couldn't help but be horrified.
Jiang Tian's strength was too shocking!
Tens of thousands of flying swords were as heavy as a mountain, but Jiang Tian could control them as if they were his arms. This showed that Jiang Tian's spiritual power could be divided into tens of thousands of strands, which was extremely powerful!
This was too amazing!
She had never heard of this before. Perhaps only the immortals in the ancient times of Hua Xia had such power!
Moreover, Jiang Tian's strong performance was too frightening!
Even if the Winged Dragon King begged for mercy, even if the exotic beasts wanted to join him, he didn't show any mercy!
Jiang Tian was clearly declaring to everyone that they could either retreat or die!
As long as they dared to come out and fight, they would die without a doubt!
Sure enough, there was almost no decent resistance.
However, hundreds of foreign races appeared in the sky. There were Giants, Elves, Holy Light Clan members, and worshippers.
They flew in the sky or stood on top of the mountain, looking at the big "Demon" character above Jiang Tian's head. The look in their eyes was very complicated. There was unconcealable greed, reverence, and deep fear.
At this time, there were already hundreds of corpses on Jiang Tian's dragon tendon cloak, and they were basically powerhouses above the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Especially the huge head of the Pterosaur King that was dripping with blood like a small mountain, it was even more visually impactful and shocking.
Wherever Jiang Tian passed, these powerhouses all avoided him.
These people didn't intend to fight at all. They were too afraid of Jiang Tian. They just wanted to see what kind of human dared to destroy the Holy See of Earth, challenge the authority of the Holy Church of Heaven, and be cursed by the Evil Hunting Order.
There were even some giants and elves who, under the leadership of a few powerhouses, had looks of reverence as they followed behind Jiang Tian in silence.
Moreover, the members of these two races were increasing, and soon there were more than a thousand people.
Jiang Tian asked curiously, "Saint Joan, why are they following me?"
"This small world was originally a tripartite balance of power between the giants, the elves, and the Holy Clans of Light!"
Joan of Arc explained:
"But later, a powerhouse of the Holy Clans of Light appeared and suppressed the giants and the elves. These two races are now working for the Holy Clans of Light like slaves!"
"They should want to help you!"
"There's class warfare everywhere!"
Jiang Tian smiled faintly. However, it was not that he didn't kill anyone, nor did he care about anyone.
With his current situation, he didn't need the help of these two races at all.
Of course, if they were willing to kill the Holy Clans of Light, Jiang Tian wouldn't mind.
Soon, he passed through the Manggu Mountain Range that was hundreds of miles long and arrived at the foot of the first holy mountain.
This mountain was called Night Guardian Mountain, located at the outermost, edge, and bottom of many holy mountains.
It was where many Sin Angels lived. This place already belonged to the Holy Clans of Light.
Sin Angels were also called Fallen Angels.
Their leader was a six-winged high-level angel who once served the True God, Lu Huaxi.
He was once deeply trusted and dazzling. He had the beauty and courage to surpass other angels, but his heart was blinded by evil. He wanted to replace God and sit on the throne of the Holy Clans.
He saw humans suffer, but God didn't save them. Because he turned into an angry Fallen Angel, he changed his name to Lu Xihua and once became an enemy of the Holy Clans.
Later, he was suppressed by the Holy Clans. He once guarded the hell of the Manggu Mountain, gnawing on the sinners in the ice and fire, and became the leader of the Manggu Mountain.
Later, he entered the outermost holy mountain to defend against the invasion of the enemy and the night.
All of a sudden.
This holy mountain was filled with black fog, murderous intent, and there was also an evil but powerful light gushing out.
Then, the black fog faded, and an angel with six wings appeared. Each wing was a hundred meters long, like a huge black cloud across the sky.
There were more than ten thousand Fallen Angels behind him, and most of them were three-winged or four-winged angels.
However, unlike other angels, their wings were black, like black jade and black iron. They were very condensed, but there were also wisps of pure white.
This was because they were all Sin Angels who had once followed Lu Xihua and fought against the True God and the Holy Clans. They had been cursed by God and became like this.
They were the Angel of Anger, the Angel of Destruction, the Angel of Revenge, and the Angel of Death. They were full of negative and cruel emotions, and so on.
The six-winged angel in the lead was Lu Xihua!
He had a handsome face, but there was a trace of evil and cruel temperament. His huge wings were like pieces of dark clouds that covered the sky. His pair of demonic eyes were like dead ashes. There was no difference between the eyeballs and the whites of his eyes. His whole body was gray, and it was extremely frightening.
The weapon in his hand was not a cross, but a scythe of the Grim Reaper. It seemed to be polished in hell, exuding a torrential aura of death. It was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through the sky.
He raised his head and greedily looked at the "Evil" character above Jiang Tian's head. He looked a little excited and fanatical.
Ever since he was cursed by the Holy Clans, his magic power had been sealed.
If he could kill Jiang Tian this time and obtain the blessings of the True God, he could be purified, and his strength and lifespan would be greatly increased.
Seeing the dense crowd of Fallen Angels, Huang Linger looked a little worried.
Saint Jeanne's beautiful face turned pale, and she was a little scared. Once they went crazy, they would even kill her. Once this battle broke out, she was afraid that she would also be affected.
After all, Lu Xihua was too powerful. He had fought against the Holy Emperor. Although he did not succeed, he still escaped unscathed!
Even if he failed to kill the Holy Emperor, he was still a strong person in the eyes of the Holy Emperor. He was not willing to kill him, but used him.
She looked at Jiang Tian. She saw that Jiang Tian's face was still calm, but the coldness in his eyes was getting heavier and heavier.
In the end, Jiang Tian slowly stopped flying, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
His cold eyes glanced at the Fallen Angels, and his voice was like the cold wind of a ten-thousand-year-old glacier.
"After three breaths, those who still block my path will die!"
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