Yang Ran didn't expect that the "Godly Order of Heavenly Light" could be so terrifying. He surrendered to the opponent's order in a single thought. Feeling the white light in the order that frightened the devil, a strange smile appeared on Yang Ran's face: "Thank you, Captain Mo."

It’s a gift, I’m so grateful!”

"You devil, I'll kill you!" Mo Qingcheng seemed to be in a frenzy. He suddenly raised the sky-splitting spear and rushed towards Yang Ran like a jade stone.

Looking at the spear head with a cold light, Yang Ran sneered and faced it fearlessly with the Wuji Immortal Slaying Sword in his hand!

As a result, the two of them soon fell into a close-quarters sword and gun fight. However, since Mo Qingcheng had been injured before, he was now in a semi-mad state, and his moves were unorganized. Therefore, after more than a dozen moves, he was at a disadvantage!

"clang!"

There was another handover of weapons. Yang Ran, who had been prepared for a long time, flashed a cold light in his eyes, pointed his finger, and burst out all the energy in his body, shouting angrily: "Miscellaneous Finger!"

Like a stormy sea, the surging demonic energy surged out again. This time, the "Mixing Finger" hit Mo Qingcheng's chest hard without any hindrance!

"Kakakaka!!!"

Mo Qingcheng flew backwards like a falling meteor, and just when his body hit the stone wall, the indestructible holy armor on his body finally began to crack after enduring two heavy blows!

The silver-white armor pieces were scattered on the ground, losing all their light!

Cracked...cracked?

With a plop, Mo Qingcheng was already kneeling on the ground, looking at the fragments on the ground quietly, his eyes filled with deathly gray.

The holy armor given to him by the holy envoy, which represented the followers of the Snowy Mountains, was destroyed in front of a demon?

"You lost!" Yang Ran took a few steps closer, and his voice fell clearly on Mo Qingcheng's ears.

"Haha! The Holy Order and Holy Armor are gone, gone." Mo Qingcheng suddenly laughed wildly again. His eyes were full of blood red. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Yang Ran, screaming at the top of his lungs.

He shouted: "Even if I die, I will drag you, a devil, to be buried with me!"

Yang Ran frowned, feeling uncomfortable in his heart. Sure enough, the next moment he heard Mo Qingcheng's crazy voice echoing throughout the space -

"Great Holy Envoy, I, Mo Qingcheng, sacrifice my life to summon you to come!"

As Mo Qingcheng's enthusiastic voice fell, the entire space was silent for a moment, but only for a moment!

Suddenly, endless light bloomed, and a white light pillar appeared in front of Mo Qingcheng without warning, falling from the sky. Although there was no sky in this space, when the white light pillar fell out of thin air, Yang Ran felt that it was piercing.

The feeling coming from the sky.

Looking at the white beam of light, Yang Ran felt endless unease in his heart, and there was also a trace of inexplicable anger. At this time, Meng'er seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly ran over, still holding the altar in his hand.

The lotus platform of "God's Blood and Tears".

Yang Ran unconsciously protected Meng'er behind him and looked at the white beam of light with an extremely solemn expression.

And in his gaze, a clear white mist was filled with divine aura, and a man who looked like a middle-aged man fell from the sky from the white light.

Although he hadn't seen the other party's face clearly yet, Yang Ran's heart sank to the bottom.

Tear apart space!

This is actually a peerless powerhouse in the Star Sea Realm!

The white mist gradually dissipated, and the face of the visitor gradually became clear, a simple and handsome face, wearing the same holy armor as Mo Qingcheng, and there was a pair of huge silver-white wings behind his back, just like an angel.

When Yang Ran saw it clearly, he fell into a daze for an instant, because the person in front of him, including appearance, breath, etc., was so similar to the four people who killed "him" in the dream that day!

The only difference is that this person only has one pair of wings behind him, while the four people in the dream all have four wings!

Compared to the chaos in the dream, Yang Ran could feel the power of the other party more at this moment. The moment the middle-aged man appeared, the space suddenly became cold, and it was trembling with the arrival of this man, as if even the air was shaking.

As if solidified.

It was not a change in temperature, but the pressure released from the pure spirit, the cold breath, which made the originally blood-red world have an extra layer of white, which was completely condensed with cold murderous aura.

What kind of tyrannical concentration of murderous intent is needed to take such a substantial form!

The man's expression was cold and ruthless. He only glanced at Mo Qingcheng, and then turned his eyes. In his eyes, there was not even a trace of vitality, only solemnity and coldness. He looked at Yang Ran coldly, as if staring at a person.

Just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Bei Mingjue, the Holy Frost Envoy under the Second Holy Seat of the Holy Mountain, is here. Devil, if you don't want to surrender, follow me back to the Holy Mountain to accept the judgment of the gods!"

His voice passed through the space like an invisible ice needle, stinging his eardrums. Yang Ran clasped his hands behind his back, and slowly took a step back, pretending to have a trace of fear in his eyes, "Mr. Holy Envoy

, I don’t know what crime I have committed, and you want to take me back to the Holy Mountain?”

Bei Mingjue's eyes suddenly burst out with two rays of white light, and he looked directly at Yang Ran.

The strong divine light seemed to pierce Yang Ran's consciousness, and he shouted angrily: "What crime have you committed? The existence of a demon is a sin in itself, and you dare to cause harm to the world! Capture him immediately and follow me back to the Holy Mountain to accept the punishment.

The judgment of the gods, otherwise, there will be no mercy.”

Yang Ran's arm stretched out on his back moved slightly, as if he was holding something. At this moment, the feigned fear in his eyes faded, and he suddenly smiled: "Lord Holy Envoy, I want to follow you back, but I'm afraid there is someone here.

Refuse!"

"Who?" Bei Mingjue's cold eyes swept away, who dared to disobey God's will, but in this space, he did not feel the presence of anyone else!

And at the moment when his attention was distracted, Yang Ran suddenly took out his hands that were originally sleeved behind his back, and above, surrounded by golden light, was the lotus platform enshrining the "Blood and Tears of God"!

Sure enough, if you use gold energy to take over the lotus platform, you will not be rejected.

"Holy envoy, what the devil is holding is the 'Blood and Tears of God'!" A scream burst out from Mo Qingcheng's mouth.

The middle-aged man was startled and suddenly turned his face. When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, his calm face suddenly changed and was filled with endless anger. The temperature of the entire space suddenly dropped again.

How many times!

Because the devil in front of him actually swallowed "the blood and tears of God" right in front of him!

"Seeking death!" The thunderous voice almost pierced the eardrums. The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, causing waves in the void space. His hand actually broke through the space and grabbed Yang Ran!
Chapter completed!