Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

As soon as this word came out.

Many strange beasts were shocked and couldn't believe it.

Winged Dragon King, are you too shameless? I didn’t expect that you, a thick-browed person, would rebel so quickly?

But Saint Joan of Arc turned her head to look at Jiang Tian.

Although Manggu Mountain is not one of the ten holy mountains, tens of thousands of large and small beasts gather together, and its strength is actually comparable to that of a holy mountain.

If Jiang Tianruo regains them, his strength will ebb and flow, and he will have a greater chance of winning!

At this time, the pterosaur struggled out of the cave, with a trace of pride and confidence on his face.

Jiang Tian didn't dare to kill himself!

Because he also has chips and power, a strong man like Jiang Taichu naturally understands the pros and cons.

"Haha, you think too highly of yourself! You are not worthy of being my mount! These beasts who drink hair and drink blood are not worthy of being my subordinates!"

There was a faint sarcasm on Jiang Tian's face.

"What do you mean!"

The Winged Dragon King's face was filled with shock and anger, he flapped his wings and flew into the air, trying to escape.

"You all must die!"

With a low drink, Jiang Tian slapped the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Gourd.

Suddenly, thousands of flying swords spurted out like a canopy of fine needles.

When the flying swords came out, they were as thin as ox hair, but they immediately became larger in the wind, like swimming fish, and then became even bigger. Especially the nine main flying swords, which were hundreds of meters long. Many flying swords turned into a torrent of metal. Pour down.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The body of the pterodactyl was pierced through the wings and chest by the flying swords of the three masters, and was nailed to the ground.

"Let me go! Jiang Taichu, I am the Holy Emperor's mount. If you dare to kill me, the Holy Temple will not let you go..."

The Winged Dragon King screamed and threatened. Blood flowed from his wounds, and his huge wings flickered, causing boulders to roll and trees to smash. However, he was pinned to death and still struggled to escape.

Immediately afterwards, another six flying swords pierced his body unceremoniously.

The Winged Dragon King could no longer hold on, and his body exploded, turning into a rain of crystal flesh flying and falling, and his head like a millstone rolled out far away.

A shadow of his soul broke free and tried to escape, but was instantly swallowed by the black soul swallowing released by Jiang Tian.

At the same time, thousands of flying swords poured down like a torrential rain, crashing through the Manggu Mountains like a flash flood.

The flying sword is sharp and ruthless, and will hit with one hit.

Wherever the flying sword passed, a cloud of blood filled the air, blood arrows spurted out, and finally, the blood flowed like a waterfall and a torrent.

The flying swords pierced the chests of each of the strange beasts, or wrapped around the neck, and the huge heads rolled to the ground.

Even dozens or hundreds of flying swords swarmed towards the more powerful beasts, and those who were hit immediately turned into sieves.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of strange beasts died.

Many strange beasts were killed until they were so desperate that they knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy.

But Jiang Tian didn't even look at them, and let the flying swords kill them, letting them fall to the ground screaming.

Jiang Tian shook the dragon's tendons, and there were dozens more corpses on the corpse cloak, including the huge head of the pterosaur.

Jiang Tian held Huang Ling'er's waist, glared at Joan of Arc, and continued to fly towards the church calmly.

Jiang Tian walked out and flew ten kilometers away.

The entire Manggu Mountain fell into silence, and tens of thousands of strange beasts were all destroyed.

In the mountains and forests, flames soared into the sky and blood surged.

Corpses piled up like mountains, broken limbs and broken arms lay everywhere, and blood flowed like streams. It was like a Shura hell.

Those imprisoned humans on earth were released by Jiang Tian using a flying sword to break open the cage.

They stood in the forest in confusion, and then kowtowed to the direction Jiang Tian left, shedding tears.

At this time, Saint Joan of Arc, who was so horrified that her head was numb, came back to her senses and couldn't help but be horrified.

Jiang Tian’s strength is so shocking!

There are tens of thousands of flying swords, there are so many, and together they are as heavy as a mountain, but Jiang Tian can use his fingers like an arm. This shows that Jiang Tian's mental power can separate tens of thousands of swords, which is extremely powerful!

This is amazing!

She had never heard of it. Perhaps only the immortals in ancient China had such power!

Moreover, Jiang Tian’s strong performance was so impressive!

Even if the Winged Dragon King begs for mercy, even if the alien beasts want to take refuge, they will show no mercy!

Jiang Tian is clearly announcing to everyone that they must either retreat or die!

As long as you dare to come out and fight, you will definitely die!

Sure enough, next, there was almost any decent resistance interception.

But hundreds of aliens appeared in the sky, including giants, elves, and bright saints and worshipers.

They were flying in the air or standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the big word "devil" above Jiang Tian's head. The expressions in their eyes were very complicated, with unconcealable greed, reverence, and deep fear.

At this time, there were already hundreds of corpses on Jiang Tian's Longjin cloak, and they were basically all strong men on the foundation.

Especially the huge head of the Pterodactyl King, which is like a blood-soaked hill, is very visually impactful and shocking.

Wherever Jiang Tian passed, these powerful men gave way.

These people had no intention of taking action at all. They were too afraid of Jiang Tian. They just wanted to see what kind of human beings on earth dared to destroy the Holy See in the earth world, challenge the authority of the Holy Church in Heaven, and were cursed by the Sinful Fatal Order. .

There were even some giants and elves, led by several strong men who looked like leaders, showing reverence and following Jiang Tian silently.

Moreover, the number of members of these two groups was increasing, and soon reached thousands of people.

Jiang Tian asked curiously: "Saint Joan of Arc, why are they following me?"

"This small world was originally a tripartite race of giants, elites and bright saints!"

Saint Joan of Arc explained:

"But later, a strong man from the Holy Clan of Light appeared and suppressed the giants and elites. Both groups now work for the Holy Clan of Light, like slaves!"

"They should be trying to help you!"

"There is class struggle everywhere!"

Jiang Tian smiled faintly, but he neither killed anyone nor ignored anyone.

In his current state, he doesn't need the help of these two groups at all.

Of course, they are willing to kill the Guangming Saint Clan, and Jiang Tian doesn't mind either.

Soon, he passed through the hundred-mile-long Manggu Mountains and arrived at the foot of the first holy mountain.

This mountain is called Vigil Mountain, and it is located at the outermost periphery, the most edge, and the lowest level of many holy mountains.

It is the place where many sinful angels live. This place already belongs to the Guangming Saint Clan.

Sinful angels are also called fallen angels.

Their leader is Lu Huaxi, a six-winged high-level angel who once served beside the True God.

He was once deeply trusted, dazzling, and possessed of beauty and courage that surpassed other angels. However, his heart was blinded by evil and he wanted to replace God and sit on the throne of the temple.

He saw humans suffering but the gods did not save him, because he transformed into an angry fallen angel, changed his name to Lucifer, and was once an enemy of the church.

Later, he was suppressed by the Holy Church, and once guarded the hell of Manggu Mountain, eating sinners in the ice and fire, and became the leader of Manggu Mountain.

Later, he entered the outermost holy mountain to defend himself against the invasion of enemies and night.

suddenly.

This holy mountain is filled with black mist, murderous intent is surging, and there is also an evil but powerful light gushing out.

Then, the black mist subsided, and an angel with six wings appeared. Each wing was a hundred meters long, like a huge black cloud spanning the sky.

Behind him were other fallen angels, tens of thousands of them, and they were basically three-winged and four-winged archangels.

However, unlike other angels, their wings are all black, as if they are made of black jade and black iron. They are very condensed and have wisps of white.

Because they were all sinful angels who once followed Lucifer and were enemies of the true God and the Holy Church. They were once cursed by the gods and became like this.

They are angels of wrath, angels of destruction, angels of revenge, and angels of death, full of negative and cruel emotions, to name a few.

The leading six-winged angel is none other than Lucifer!

He has a handsome face, but he has a hint of evil and cruel temperament. His huge wings are like dark clouds covering the sky, and his pair of strange pupils are as gray as ashes. There is no distinction between the whites of the eyeballs. His whole body is dark and frightening. pole.

What he is holding is not a cross, but a death's scythe. It looks like it was polished in hell. It exudes a torrential aura of death. It is extremely sharp and seems to be able to cut through the sky.

He raised his head and glanced greedily at the word "evil" above Jiang Tian's head, looking a little excited and fanatical.

His magic has been imprisoned since he rebelled against the Templar and was cursed.

If Jiang Tian is killed this time and gets the blessing of the ancient true god, he can be purified, and his strength and lifespan will be greatly increased.

Seeing the dense crowd of fallen angels around her, Huang Ling'er looked a little worried.

Saint Joan of Arc's beauty turned pale and she was a little scared. Once they go crazy, they will even kill themselves. Once this war breaks out, I am afraid that I will also be affected.

After all, Lucifer was too powerful. He once fought against the Holy Emperor, and although he failed, he still escaped unscathed!

Even if he failed to kill the emperor, he was still a strong man in the eyes of the Holy Emperor. He was not willing to kill him, but used him instead.

The woman looked at Jiang Tian and saw that Jiang Tian's face was still calm, but the coldness in his eyes was getting heavier and heavier.

Finally, Jiang Tian slowly stopped flying, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His cold eyes scanned the angels, and his voice was like the cold wind of a thousand-year glacier, conveying:

"Anyone who blocks my path after three breaths will die!"