Wind and thunder stirred, wretched cries pierced through the air. The Red River rippled, sending countless sprays into the sky like snow and then falling back down, concealing the figures of those fleeing Jings.
With a scream, the Angel plummeted to the ground, its golden blood spraying across the sky, drawing out two clear lines.
Even though it was heavily injured and in unbearable pain, it still maintained its calm, wanting to find a final sliver of hope in the midst of despair.
Its two wings had been torn off by the blue-clothed Daoist, causing it to lose the lightning-fast speed it was so proud of. It simply gave up on flying and plummeted to the ground. Faster and faster, the golden blood spurting from its back no longer able to keep up. The air burned from its impact, transforming into a line of fire.
Like a meteor, it smashed into the ground.
Only this way could it maintain its speed, only this way could it have any hope of escaping that quiet and terrifying Daoist.
With a boom, the Angel smashed into the riverbank, smashing out a massive hole.
The massive impact had no effect on it. Without hesitation, it stood up and prepared to flee to the other side of the river.
Its stronger companion was in the mountains on the other side of the river.
However, just as he got up, another meteorite fell into the huge pit in the river.
The White Emperor left the observation platform and landed on the ground, his foot stomping on the Angel's chest.
Countless cracking sounds could be heard, as if a stone was being crushed by an even harder and larger stone.
The Angel's body twitched a few times, golden blood oozing from its nose and mouth. Then it closed its eyes and died.
The White Emperor slowly pulled back his foot.
He looked pensively at the golden blood on the Angel's face.
His gaze moved down to the Angel's lower body. It was smooth and clean, devoid of any distinguishing features.
The White Emperor froze, then shook his head.
It turned out to be a birdman that was neither male nor female.
The so-called Angel was nothing more than this.
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The Angel of Sacred Light called Fury died.
The direct cause of its swift death was that when it saw the White Tiger silhouette in the sky, it did not choose to flee, but to fight.
Based on the specific situation at that time, his judgment and choice were not wrong.
At the time, the White Emperor's attention had to be focused on Madam Mu in the clouds. Even though the human experts outside the courtyard were on the verge of being killed, even though the people in the city were on the verge of being slaughtered, he could still only send a strand of his soul to attack, just like the Tianhai Divine Empress in the coup of the Mausoleum of Books.
If he could block the White Emperor's soul attack, even if it was just for a little while, the other Angel could kill Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong and then turn around to join Madam Mu in attacking the White Emperor. At that time, no matter how strong the White Emperor was, he would still be no match for them.
The problem was, he did not expect that other than Emperor Bai, there would be another true unparalleled expert in the city.
After descending, they had a better understanding of the experts in this continent. They knew that there was a Daoist who was very powerful.
In their minds, it was impossible for that Daoist to appear.
But the Daoist priest appeared.
So he died.
The whole thing was that simple.
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The Taoist in indigo also landed on the riverbank.
The river breeze ruffled his black hair and fluttered his blue robes. He truly seemed like an immortal.
With a casual stretch of his hand, he had torn off one of the Angel's wings.
There was only one blue-clothed Daoist in the world.
Shang Xingzhou.
The middle-aged Daoist from Xining's old temple was now the strongest expert of the continent and the ruler of the Human race.
Shang Xingzhou and the White Emperor were old friends, but they did not reminisce, because the battle was still not over.
They looked across the Red River.
Deep within the mountains, a Celestial Tree was swaying back and forth. The Qi of the Wildfire soared into the sky, occasionally accompanied by a few sword intents.
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The sky was filled with a rain of swords and streaks of fire.
Chen Changsheng's left hand gripped the five Heavenly Tome Monoliths, but he still did not release them.
Xu Yourong stood behind him, already drawing the Tong Bow, but the Wu Arrow was still nocked.
The Angel felt threatened, but it did not care. It controlled the entire situation, and it could no longer be reversed.
It flew through the Celestial Tree like a bolt of lightning, indifferently watching the young man and woman in front of the Celestial Tree.
Suddenly, it stopped, standing on an extremely thick branch of the Celestial Tree.
Chen Changsheng did not use the sword to send the stone away, nor did Xu Yourong release the bowstring. Because both of them, just like the Angel, had heard that scream.
That scream that had echoed over White Emperor City and caused the entire Red River to seethe with unease.
The Angel turned to a certain place on the opposite shore, its emotionless eyes suddenly bursting with boundless shock.
It could clearly sense that its companion was dead, and then it sensed two extremely powerful Qis.
Its pure white wings stirred up a fierce gale as it immediately prepared to leave.
Just when it was preparing to leave, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky to the north.
This crack began to expand with indescribable speed. In an extremely short amount of time, it was ten-some li long.
Beyond this spatial crack was not an endless abyss or a different world brimming with turbulence. It was a city.
A city that should have been on the other side of the river.
This city was White Emperor City.
Outside the city was a river.
By the river was a beach.
A person stood on the beach.
The White Emperor.
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The crack in the sky did not disappear. A sharp metal horn protruded from the very bottom, its surface engraved with some sort of complex and incomprehensible design.
This metal horn had torn through space and then magically linked this place to White Emperor City, which was clearly behind it.
The Angel and Chen Changsheng did not know what this was, but Xu Yourong did. She had looked at this bronze mirror many times in the inn and was very familiar with its design.
There was another person who knew.
"The Clear Sky Mirror!"
In the clouds, Madam Mu's face was somewhat pale, even whiter than the surrounding sea of clouds.
A moment ago, when Shang Xingzhou silently appeared behind the dead Angel, she knew that she had lost.
No matter how meticulous Black Robe's and her plan had been, it had ultimately failed.
But at that moment, she still could not understand how Shang Xingzhou had managed to ignore the distance of eighty thousand li and suddenly travel from the capital to White Emperor City.
Only when the shard of the bronze mirror pierced through the sky did she find the answer.
Seventy percent of the Orthodoxy's authority was in Chen Changsheng's hands, because he was the Pope.
But the Orthodoxy's resources were still in Shang Xingzhou's hands.
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The White Emperor did not walk into the spatial path.
The Clear Sky Mirror was already destroyed, and the spatial crack forcibly torn open by the shard was not stable. It could not endure the Qi of a great monster like him.
And even now, the vast majority of his attention was still on the clouds, on Madam Mu.
No one in the world understood his wife better than he did, so he was extremely cautious.
But he still moved.
This time, he still moved his soul.
The image of a white tiger in the sky tore apart the sea of clouds.
His soul walked into the Red River, into the crack. When it came out, it was already in the mountains.
A divine chant flowed out of the Angel's lips like water.
An incomparably dignified Qi and somber fighting intent appeared in its eyes.
It was still powerful. If the White Emperor and Shang Xingzhou could only use their souls to attack, it should be able to leave.
The spear of light pierced through the leaves of the Celestial Tree and the clouds, stabbing at the White Emperor's soul.
Like invisible flames, the spear of light madly burned between the spear of light and the White Emperor's soul.
In this blinding light, the White Emperor's soul gradually dimmed.
The Angel was still wary and uneasy, because the White Emperor's expression was also very indifferent.
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The Clear Sky Mirror shard cut through the sky. Through the crack, one could see the riverbank behind it. At the time, the White Emperor had been the only one on the riverbank.
Now, the White Emperor was still the only one on the riverbank.
He calmly gazed at the other shore, at the western part of the sea of clouds.
Shang Xingzhou was no longer at his side.
The great river surged, his blue robes drifting in the wind.
Shang Xingzhou had personally come.
In an instant, he had crossed several dozen li of rivers and mountains, leaving behind a blur of blue robes in the sky.
The Celestial Trees swayed and the sky was filled with a rain of swords.
Shang Xingzhou turned a blind eye, saying nothing to Chen Changsheng. He extended his right hand into the rain of swords.
Like plucking a flower or plucking a leaf, he plucked a sword from the rain of swords. (To be continued.)
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