"Go to hell!"
With a flick of his finger, Jiang Tian shattered the throne, and the angel flew backward with blood spurting out of his mouth.
While the angel was still flying backward.
Jiang Tian had already punched into the Blazing Angel's chest. Then, his palm turned into a claw, and he pulled out the beating heart and a palm-sized halo from his chest.
The moment the halo left his body, the Blazing Angel's vitality dropped rapidly. His hair turned white, his teeth fell out, his skin became dark and dry, his muscles shriveled, and his waist instantly bent.
He turned from a young man to an old man at the end of his life.
"God, please give me back my halo … I don't want to die! Spare me! I don't want my life's cultivation to go down the drain! "
The Blazing Angel reached out to Jiang Tian in despair and knelt down in front of Jiang Tian. His face was full of fear and tears as he begged pitifully.
"Haha, I'll spare you! How can I spare you! Your halo? Dream on! I'm going to use your halo to refine my fourth divine body. When the divine body is complete, I'll see who in this world can do anything to me! "
Jiang Tian's eyes were sharp and murderous, but he laughed wildly. He was so arrogant and domineering.
Along with his crazy laughter, even the star chart in the sky seemed to dim and tremble in fear.
"This thing contains a large amount of fire energy and holy light. If I collect enough, it can also help me transform into a fire attribute physique!"
Jiang Tian threw the heart away, looked at the halo, and nodded in satisfaction.
"I didn't expect you to be so good. You've actually surpassed the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage and reached the False Core Stage!"
The halo had a total of nine layers. In the air, there were sparkling and translucent rays of light intertwining. They had already become solid, like a spider web.
The halo was translucent and emitted a warm light, like a precious jade. It looked very magical.
This thing was the crystallization of his life's cultivation!
It was a special type of False Core that the Holy Clan of Light had nurtured!
Once the spiderweb-like rays of light in the halo were completely filled, they would become light crystals, which was equivalent to a successful Core Formation.
As Jiang Tian sacrificed the halo into his storage ring, the "Demon" character above Jiang Tian's head also trembled. Like a whale sucking in water, it absorbed all of the Blazing Angel's essence blood!
At this moment, the Blazing Angel wailed in despair. His body, like a clay figurine that had been smashed, began to rapidly disintegrate.
In the end, they all turned into ashes and specks of light, filling the air. Only a few bones remained, landing on the ground.
"The Death Mantra is truly terrifying! If I am lucky enough to survive this time, no matter what, I will ask this demon to teach me! If I had such strength, who would dare to provoke me in the Kingdom of Heaven?! "
At this moment, Lu Huaxi looked at Jiang Tian with a mixture of horror and reverence.
He was no longer gloomy and unwilling to accept the fact that he had just revealed his soul blood. Instead, he felt a deep desire and envy.
The strong would be respected no matter where they went.
Even in Heavenly State, there were still classes.
And the strong would always occupy the top of the food chain! The weak would always be exploited, trampled, and humiliated!
At this time, St. Joan of Arc's mentality was almost the same as Lu Huaxi's.
She thought that maybe this demon could really overturn the Holy Church. If she followed him loyally, she might get some benefits.
However, if she wanted to get benefits from Jiang Tian, she was afraid that she would have to do something and kill the enemy bravely.
Jiang Tian coldly glanced at Lu Huaxi and St. Joan of Arc and said, "Haven't you seen enough? Go kill them for me! "
"Master, just watch!"
Lu Huaxi was in high spirits. With a flap of his black wings, he flew out and stopped an angel, laughing strangely.
"Isn't this Archangel Gabriel? When you followed the Holy Church to suppress me, you were very active! We haven't seen each other for a long time. Today, we can get intimate! "
At the same time, his right hand shook, and the Death Scythe swept out, slashing toward the angel.
As for St. Joan of Arc, her strength was only equivalent to the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
However, she was not of the Holy Light Clan, but a mortal who ascended to heaven, so she was closer to the Giants and the Elves. Soon, she was elected as the leader by a group of Giants, Elves, and mortals. She led a group of people to attack the angels.
At this time, Jiang Tian glanced at the Angel of Wisdom, the injured Throne, and several other high-level angels who had retreated several kilometers away.
These angels were the trump cards of the Ninth Holy Mountain!
Below the Lord of the Sacred Mountain, the Blazing Angels, they were the strongest.
Noticing Jiang Tian looking at them, they suddenly shone brightly and took out their magic weapons, condensing holy light to defend themselves, as if facing a great enemy.
"If you don't want to die, get out!"
Jiang Tian's eyes were cold as he shouted.
Among the high-level angels, the Angel of Wisdom showed a grateful look. He bowed deeply, put away his magic weapon, and quickly left.
The faces of the others were alternating between red and white. They seemed to be quite humiliated and unwilling, but they also retreated.
On the other hand, the Throne Angel that was injured by Jiang Tian covered his broken chest and retreated while coldly saying, "What are you waiting for?
"Kang Tae-chu, don't be happy too early. The Holy Mountain will not let you go …"
At this time, Saint Jeanne, Lu Huaxi, and the others had already beaten the angels of the Ninth Holy Mountain. Their battle cries were earth-shattering and piercing into the sky.
Huang Linger, who was following closely behind Jiang Tian, saw this scene and thought to herself, You said you're not strong enough, so why don't you just run away? What's the use of all this nonsense? You're just inviting death.
Sure enough, before the Throne finished speaking.
Jiang Tian's face turned cold. The small golden lake on his forehead flashed, and suddenly the Soul Devour erupted.
The Throne's body suddenly stiffened. His face was twisted in pain as he held his head. With a bang, rays of white light shot out from his seven orifices like arrows, and then his head exploded.
A halo stained with blood flew out from his chest and landed in Jiang Tian's hand.
"Continue to kill! Those who don't retreat, kill them all! "
Jiang Tian sneered and threw the halo into the Sky-Devouring Magic Gourd.
About fifteen minutes later.
Almost all the angels of the Ninth Holy Mountain were slaughtered. The remaining ones also retreated far away, not daring to stop Jiang Tian.
Jiang Tian took out all the high-ranking angels' halos and calmly sacrificed them into the Sky-Devouring Magic Gourd.
Then, he looked at the high and mighty Holy Mountain with a firm and cold gaze and continued to move forward.
At this time, Saint Jeanne, Lu Huaxi, and many elves, giants, and mortals were already full of admiration for Jiang Tian.
Especially Lu Huaxi, his eyes were bursting with fanatical worship. He admired Jiang Tian very much.
Back then, he was still young and ambitious. He thought that the Holy Mountain and the Holy See on Earth were too decadent. He once gathered tens of thousands of angels to go against the Holy Mountain. He wanted to change heaven and earth, become the supreme leader of the Holy Clan of Light, and become the Holy Emperor.
But he was beaten to a pulp!
His dreams were full, but reality was cruel!
Since then, he realized the power of the Holy Mountain and despaired!
He didn't dare to resist anymore. Instead, he became a night watcher, guarding the Tenth Holy Mountain.
And now, Jiang Tian had accomplished something that he thought was absolutely impossible, so how could he not feel admiration and reverence?
"Follow the Taichu True God, fight to the Holy Mountain, and kill the Holy Ancestor. Then we can call ourselves the Holy Ancestor! We can enjoy the Holy Light and blessings forever! "
Lu Huaxi was extremely excited. He raised the Grim Reaper's Scythe and mounted the black unicorn. He let out a loud roar and flew out first, leading the group in the direction of the Saint Hall.
At this time, there were tens of thousands of angels and Holy Clan of Light hanging on the cloak of Jiang Tian's corpse, exuding a murderous aura.
Some souls hadn't died yet. They were struggling and howling miserably, bringing out gusts of chilly wind that stirred up the sky and earth within a ten-mile radius.
The demonic character above Jiang Tian's head continued to expand after absorbing the blood essence and cultivation of thousands of angels. It was like a small mountain, and it was filled with a bloody aura. Red clouds surged, and a murderous aura soared into the sky. It could be seen clearly from hundreds of miles away.
This was more intimidating than any words. Some people who wanted to kill Jiang Tian were scared out of their wits when they saw this scene. They retreated far away, afraid that they would be involved.
The top powerhouses of the Eighth, Seventh, and Sixth Holy Mountains retreated to the peak, not daring to stop Jiang Tian.
The powerhouses scattered and didn't fight against Jiang Tian at all.
He plundered crazily and killed everyone he saw. Lu Huaxi was covered in blood, but he was smug.
"Didn't you call yourselves the True Gods of the Holy Clan? Why don't you dare to come out and fight? Trash!
"The Taichu True God's power is monstrous, shaking the world of Heaven. The ants of the Holy Mountain can't withstand a single blow. What a coward!"
He was like a great demonic god, holding his blade in front of him, roaring loudly, his voice shaking everything within ten miles, madly praising Jiang Tian.
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