When Huang Linger saw those evil Fallen Angels, a trace of fear appeared on her pretty face.
This thing was neither human nor ghost. It was filled with an evil aura. It was even more terrifying than the Winged Dragon King!
After saying that, Jiang Tian pushed Huang Linger behind him to protect her. He slowly closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.
Saint Joan of Arc immediately retreated, fearing that she would be implicated.
But she didn't dare to run too far. She didn't know if Jiang Tian would kill her. After all, she didn't have Jiang Tian's permission.
Lu Xihua's silver hair fluttered in the wind, and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips. His eyes were cruel, but he didn't say a word. He just made a hand gesture.
Suddenly, the wind howled and waves rushed to the sky!
The battle cries were earth-shattering!
A terrifying aura of death filled every corner of the world. It was as if three thousand miles of ice had been frozen. People heard a burst of ghostly wails as if the gates of hell had been opened!
Suddenly, tens of thousands of Fallen Angels flapped their wings and flew to their positions. They surrounded Jiang Tian like an inescapable net.
Three breaths later.
Saint Joan of Arc came to the sky a few kilometers away from the encirclement and observed.
Tens of thousands of Fallen Angels with different weapons occupied an area of a few kilometers. They surrounded Jiang Tian from all directions like a black ball of Fallen Angels.
Jiang Tian was in the center of the ball.
There were so many Fallen Angels, and the crowd was so dense that she couldn't see Jiang Tian's shadow from her position.
Jiang Tian held Huang Linger's waist. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the purple lightning rings in the depths of his pupils kept shrinking and expanding.
He also didn't say a word and directly attacked.
Clang!
The Purple Lightning Eyes erupted, and two bolts of purple lightning, about a hundred meters long and as thick as a bucket, instantly blasted a hole in the Sinful Angel.
Hundreds of angels were electrocuted into ashes by this attack. They died in an instant, their bodies and souls annihilated together.
Jiang Tian had returned after ten thousand years of cultivation. He had lived two lives, and his combat experience was as rich as an encyclopedia!
These Sinful Angels used to kill people like flies. Their hands were stained with blood and were extremely filthy. They were also cursed by the Saint Spell and were filled with negative emotions. They were very evil and dark, and they used negative spiritual energy to kill people.
However, they were also most afraid of lightning-type magic. It could be said that the Purple Lightning Eye was their nemesis.
Jiang Tian unleashed his Purple Lightning Eye God Art and killed 600 Fallen Angels in one strike. The other Sinful Angels were shocked.
They had never imagined that Jiang Tian would actually be so powerful. He was clearly a devil, yet he was able to use a lightning-attribute cultivation method!
But Jiang Tian was even scarier.
Jiang Tian's Lightning Eyes flashed again as he condensed the lightning into a blade.
Suddenly, a five-hundred-meter-long Purple Lightning Blade appeared in his hand.
The lightning saber looked wild and tyrannical. Occasionally, it flickered with electricity as it swept out like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Clang!
The spherical encirclement formed by the Sinful Angels was instantly shattered, and countless Sinful Angels were killed.
"Use your spiritual energy to attack!"
Lu Huaxi spoke for the first time and immediately attacked Jiang Tian. He raised the Grim Reaper Scythe and swung it down.
This Grim Reaper Scythe was created by the Sage Emperor.
At that time, Lu Huaxi had already become the owner of the tenth level of the Sacred Mountain, and the Sage Emperor had specially created this Dharma artifact for him.
Moreover, this scythe was strengthened by the Elders of the Senate and had been refined by Lu Huaxi for thousands of years. Its spiritual energy had reached an unimaginable level.
The moment the Grim Reaper Scythe appeared, the color of heaven and earth changed.
A blood-stained stone door appeared and then opened. It was as if the Grim Reaper was about to walk out of the Underworld and reap Jiang Tian's life.
Countless corpses flowed out of the stone door like a river. Headless Angels and ghosts howled ferociously.
Within a three-kilometer radius, extreme despair, pain, sorrow, resentment, helplessness, desperation, and gloominess were instantly filled!
The cries of ghosts and howls of wolves soared into the sky. It was extremely miserable, as if the gates of hell had been opened!
This was a spiritual energy attack, but it could interfere with one's mind and make one unable to resist the corresponding feelings. It was tangible but intangible and impossible to guard against.
There was no greater sorrow than a dead heart!
This blow made one's heart die!
Even if she was several kilometers away, Saint Joan of Arc was affected and interfered with!
Her mind was filled with scenes of despair that made him sad.
Dark childhood memories, wars, massacres, the betrayal of comrades, the departure of loved ones, the depravity and ignorance of the world … flashed in front of her eyes.
"Perhaps, if I die, everything will be over!"
Tears flowed down her face as she sobbed. The unbearable pain in her soul made her have the urge to die.
Although she knew that this was because her mind was interfered with by Lu Huaxi, she still couldn't control herself from pulling out the short knife at her waist and cutting her white and tender neck.
On the periphery, many giants, elves, and onlookers had begun to commit suicide. Their corpses fell like rain.
"Demon, go to hell! In the name of the Grim Reaper, I will reap your despicable life! "
Lu Huaxi silently recited an obscure incantation, and the Grim Reaper Scythe continued to slash down. He was determined to kill this demon.
"You want to compete with me in spiritual attacks? You are courting death!"
Jiang Tian sneered. Suddenly, the middle finger of his right hand pointed at his forehead, and the Soul Devourer erupted.
"Die!"
Black Soul Devourers formed a black gelatinous Death Curse, which swayed out from Jiang Tian's golden sea of consciousness. After a few flashes, they disappeared.
Clang!
The Gate of Hell suddenly collapsed. Countless ghosts and corpses either collapsed or were devoured by the Soul Devourer's divine sense!
A look of horror appeared on Lu Huaxi's face. He flapped his huge wings quickly and retreated like a meteor. At the same time, he waved the Grim Reaper Scythe and used many secret techniques to block Jiang Tian's Soul Devourer.
But it was useless. He looked up to the sky and howled miserably. The Soul Devourer's divine sense had already invaded his sea of consciousness!
This was the first time Jiang Tian used the Soul Devourer Death Curse.
The Soul Devourer was originally very powerful. Jiang Tian didn't need to use secret techniques at all. He could easily kill people with his divine sense.
However, Jiang Tian had to add fuel to the fire when he encountered a Fallen Angel who defeated him with spiritual attacks!
The Soul Devourer Death Curse was activated. In an instant, the situation took a turn for the worse. The battlefield became a one-sided massacre.
Killing a Fallen Angel was as easy as killing an ant.
The aura of death enveloped an area of three kilometers. There were no sparks, no loud noises, and no dazzling moves. Everything was very calm.
However, there were Fallen Angels screaming miserably. Their souls died, their bodies stiffened, and they died instantly.
Countless corpses fell from the sky like rain.
In just a few breaths, the corpses of Fallen Angels piled up on the ground.
The Fallen Angels who weren't affected by the Soul Devourer Death Curse were so frightened that their souls almost left their bodies. They flapped their black wings and fled in all directions like arrows.
They were so scared that their souls were about to be destroyed. Their bodies were trembling!
After the Fallen Angels failed in their rebellion and were cursed by the deities, their holy light, holy spells, and power were sealed. They started to focus on spiritual power. They used anger, despair, grief, fear, and other emotions to destroy the opponent's soul and kill people.
After a long period of evolution, their spiritual killing ability became stronger and stronger. In this aspect, they even surpassed Golden Elixir powerhouses.
However, at this moment, under Jiang Tian's Soul Devourer, they were as weak as babies. They couldn't withstand a single blow.
However, these fleeing Fallen Angels didn't get far before their heads exploded under the black Soul Devourer's flash. Their souls exploded, and they fell to the ground and died miserably.
Jiang Tian's eyes were cold and merciless. His expression didn't change at all. The Soul Devourer's consciousness kept exploding, silently and coldly slaughtering.
Wherever the Soul Devourer Death Curse was activated, it was like crushing ants. All the Fallen Angels, without exception, had their heads explode or died with blood flowing out of their orifices.
Shrill screams shook the heavens and the earth. The Night Guardian Mountain, which was also the Tenth Sacred Mountain, was like countless ferocious ghosts howling in hell. Some Fallen Angels were so frightened that they knelt in the air and begged Jiang Tian for mercy.
However, Jiang Tian turned a deaf ear to their pleas. The dragon tendons of the long Corpse Cloak stretched out and wrapped around the corpses that had fallen to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, there were more than a thousand corpses on Jiang Tian's Corpse Cloak. Basically, they were all four-winged Fallen Angels. Their cultivation was equivalent to the Middle Foundation Establishment Stage.
Those whose cultivation levels were too low didn't have a deterrent effect and weren't qualified to wear the cloak.
Jiang Tian continued his massacre.
At this moment, ten thousand flying swords also burst out!
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