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Chapter 723 Meng Lang
pain!
Excruciating pain!

Unspeakable pain kept flooding into his mind, making meng lang wonder every second if he would faint from the pain the next moment.

However, the magnificent scenery that suddenly appeared in front of him woke him up suddenly.

This place is actually exactly the same as the Holy City of Heaven in the legend of the Bible!
Stepping on the fine yellow sand under your feet, you can see the golden roof and white walls full of cultural atmosphere everywhere, the melodious sound of church bells, accompanied by the faint smell of incense in the nose, every detail of the whole city is perfect It makes people want to sink in.

It's just a pity that, as a young man in the new era who was on the edge of the kang of the times, Meng Lang, who knew the nature of Angelism's disaster for the world, didn't have the slightest thought of worshiping this kind of mysterious disguise.

On the contrary, in this holy city, with the warm and soft holy light shining on him, meng lang felt chills and nausea for no reason, and this emotion even gave him the illusion that the pain was slightly relieved.

Looking back, Meng Lang found that the door he had come in had disappeared, so he decided to stay where he was for a while based on the principle that what he came in was safe.

Mr. Lu Shuren once said - "Life is like making a phone call, either you hang up first, or I hang up first."

Meng was deeply convinced.

Therefore, in order to hang up a little later, he is making every effort to adapt to the pain in his body.

He knew very well that the old guy hiding in this heavenly holy city was secretly watching him from some corner, so he couldn't show his weak side no matter what.

From the very beginning, Meng Lang noticed that something was wrong. Whether it was the bells filling his ears, the sound of prayers, or the never-ending smell of burning spices, they all suggested that many people lived in this city.

But ever since Meng Lang entered here, he hadn't seen a single person, not even the seemingly endless angel army that had fought him for a long time before... This was quite weird.

With this in mind, Meng Lang pulled himself together, bit his finger and spilled a lot of glistening red blood, and then gently pinched his fingers - the hairy shadow clone technique!
Bang, bang, bang!
As the smoke dispersed, dozens of avatars who looked exactly like Meng took shape instantly, and then a blanket search was launched on the entire Paradise City.

The avatar scattered and left. Meng Lang pretended to be relaxed and slowly closed his eyes. While sitting cross-legged, he took out two Guangwu, one Qin and one sword.

As the saying goes, being alone is worse than being happy with others, and being insane with epilepsy is not as good as being insane. The most important thing to be a human being is to know how to share. What can you do if you are alone in pain until your eyes turn black?
Zheng ~ clank——

With a light flick of ten fingers, the chilling and urgent sound of the piano rises suddenly, and there is a tremolo from time to time in the low-pitched tune, just like a general with a weapon in his hand marching forward generously in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The song "The Dragon's Song of the Canghai" was full of majesty and fierceness in Meng Lang's hands, and the murderous aura was boiling. The Guangwu Great Sword on his back resonated with the sound of the piano, and he flew into the air without any control, flickering and exhaling the sword aura.

The movements in his hands became more urgent. Within a kilometer of where Meng Lang sat cross-legged, the sound of the piano crazily cut everything around him with circles of terrifying ripples visible to the naked eye. Market pieces.

Ding thump——

The last sound of the tone-changing sound that was about to break was plucked out. The sound was like splitting brocade, and it had the potential to pierce the clouds and the sky. At this time, the golden long sword in mid-air also reached the peak of its momentum.

Surging murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and boundless immortal qi crazily poured into the sword. The big sword grew bigger and bigger like a blow, and the blade seemed to cover the entire sky. Meng Lang slowly raised his sword finger and shouted loudly:
"My vast land of Shenzhou has been a state of etiquette since ancient times. How can I leave without paying my respects to my master? Since Senior Jehovah has been reluctant to show up to meet him, this junior has the guts to find him... I It's a big thing, bear with it!"

After saying that, Meng Lang endured the pain and pointed out his sword finger. A huge sword qi split the void and went away, followed by countless small sword qi, galloping and roaring like the chant of an ancient dragon.

It seemed as if there was a rain of light in the sky. Amidst the loud bang, the golden long sword cut most of the holy city into ruins.

Suddenly, a message that the clone was broken and sent back appeared in Meng Lang's mind. The old guy hiding in the city really showed his feet under the bombardment of the terrifying sword energy just now.

At the same time, he couldn't help feeling, thanks to this wave of debuffs with painful masks, he chose a more troublesome comprehensive investigation. The majestic temple in the center of the city continued to entangle with the angel legion.

"I found you." Opening his eyes suddenly, Meng Lang immediately sent a signal to make all his avatars surround an ordinary house in the holy city...

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At the same moment, Baizhou Angel Vatican.

Marcus, who was ordered in danger, listened to the report of his subordinates with a dazed expression.

"My lord, the matter is like this. The elders from the flower planters not only helped us clean up a terrible number of undead creatures, but also counterattacked and entered the gate of hell a few minutes ago. Should we immediately send reinforcements into hell to support us?" They?" The upright head of the Sacrament Department asked anxiously.

"Uh, this...it's important, wait a little longer."

Marcus is very embarrassed at the moment. As the confidant of the old pope, he certainly knows that hell is another vest of heaven, but now under the watchful eyes of everyone, he really has no way to give the order to fight side by side with the undead and eradicate the flower planters. .

No way, although the confrontation between heaven and hell is essentially a double reed that has been sung for 2000 years, but the angelic believers at the bottom do not know the inside story.

For thousands of years, because they were unwilling to be absolutely loyal to the Pope, there were too many angel believers who were specially arranged to be sacrificed in the hands of hell. No one dared to easily touch this hatred.

Shaking his head, Marcus ordered: "Let all the combat forces who come here deploy their defenses outside the gate of hell, and be ready to block the sea of ​​undead coming out of the gate at any time, and meet the allies of the flower growers."

"As you wish, my lord dean."

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At the same time, Penglai Island.

Endless water mist evaporated, and the burning meteorite lasted for a long time.

More than four-fifths of the entire island was destroyed by the huge meteorite summoned by Zhang Wei with the Earthquake Star Shenxian method, leaving only a remote corner at the southeast corner in the strange gate of several warlocks headed by Wang Ye. Under the protection of the bureau, it was barely affected.

"Xingtong, how is Lawyer Zhang?" Zhuge Dali looked at the seven light clusters in the sky solemnly and asked without turning his head.

Feng Xingtong gave a thumbs up, indicating that there is no problem: "Master, don't worry, Uncle Zhang Wei just used too much force, which caused a small half of the meridians in his body to collapse. I have already given him acupuncture. There is Chen Duo's red blood silkworm. Now, it will be back to normal after about three to 10 minutes."

"That's good." The little girl nodded slightly, biting her lips a little more relaxed.

She had just confirmed to Baobao Feng that Meng Lang was not injured by the meteorite, but took the opportunity to break into the gate of heaven, and now there is a meteorite burning continuously on the gate of heaven, preventing the resurrection of the newborn angel...

In this way, the strength comparison between the two forces on Penglai Island is also very clear.

The high-ranking angels on the Angel Cult's side were consciously led into the attack range of the meteorite by Meng Lang's avatars and died together. The last dozen or so fish that slipped through the net were nothing to worry about.

The real trouble is that the seven archangels on the opposite side escaped the meteorite attack range with only minor injuries. They will be the last challenge that our team will face.

Thinking of this, she looked sideways at Zhuge Qing: "Cousin, didn't you say that you couldn't understand part of the 'strategy' that was calculated in the internal scene before, and now?"

Zhuge Fox smiled slightly, with the divine light shining between the two slits, he raised his finger and nodded his head lightly: "You guessed right, the second half of the answer is used to deal with this moment, the seven big ones The Archangel's countermeasures are all here."

Zhuge Dali breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words: "Fortunately."

Compared to Feng Baobao, who was pure-minded and didn't worry too much, Zhuge Dali had gradually adapted to the role of leader under Meng Lang's influence.

Just as Meng Langming knew that there was a possibility of overturning by opportunism, but he still gritted his teeth and did not interrupt the blood-locking hack of the senior group even though the pain was so painful that his consciousness was blurred. The little girl also had the same strong sense of responsibility buried in her subconscious as her husband.

Since everyone came to Penglai Island following her man, she must take everyone back.

The seven archangels in front of her are tyrannical, and there is no information that can be used for reference and analysis in advance. This kind of enemy is the one she is least good at dealing with.

Now that Zhuge Qing has obtained the best response method from the interior scene, the little girl who is no longer under the pressure of decision-making is happy to hand over the right to coordinate and command, and concentrate on dealing with her opponent.

"Attention everyone! From now on, Zhuge Qing will be in charge of commanding this battle. Everyone, including me and Sister Bao'er, must implement his arrangement unconditionally. No hesitation or unauthorized action is allowed. Do you understand?"

"Got it!" xN
Sensing everyone's gazes on him, Zhuge Qing didn't hesitate, and set foot on the central palace to build a small Qimen formation. In an instant, the earth and rocks gathered, the smoke and dust billowed, and a Penglai Island sand table version 2.0 that had been destroyed by meteorites appeared In front of everyone, he lightly spread the Guangwu · Eight Diagrams Burning Magic Fan in his hand, and began to point out the country with a bit of an ancestor Wuhou demeanor.

"First of all, the angel of mercy, Lemuel, Daoist Tian, ​​Master Huang, and Daniel, I will trouble the three of you to assist the pavilion master in this battle.

That pavilion master, I heard that you are a Manchuria inlaid yellow banner man in the capital, we can't lose to the German Paris Zhengbaiqi who was born as a Lemuel possessed knight on the opposite side! "

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PS: The chapter is updated

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