Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"go to hell!"

Jiang Tian flicked his fingers, shattering the throne, and the angel flew out with blood spurting from its mouth.

The angel was still flying upside down.

Jiang Tian had already punched Seraph in the chest, then turned his palm into a grasp and pulled out the beating heart and a palm-sized halo from his chest.

When the halo left the body, Seraph's vitality suddenly dropped rapidly, his hair turned white, his teeth fell out, his skin became dull and dry, his muscles shriveled, and his waist instantly became rickety.

In an instant, he changed from a young man to an old man with no energy left.

"God, please give me the halo... I don't want to die! Spare me! I don't want my life's cultivation to go to waste!"

This Seraph stretched out his hand to Jiang Tian in pity and despair, and knelt down to Jiang Tian, ​​with fear on his face, tears streaming down his face, and begging pitifully.

"Haha, spare you! How could I spare you! What a beautiful idea you have to return your halo! I will use your halo to refine the fourth divine body. When the divine body is completed, I will see who in this world What else can you do to get me!"

Jiang Tian's eyes were sharp and serious, but he was laughing wildly, so arrogant and domineering.

With that crazy laughter, it seemed that even the starry sky was dimmed, and it was horrified and shaken.

"This object contains a large amount of fire energy and holy light. If I collect more, it can also help me transform into a fire physique!"

Jiang Tian threw the heart away casually, looked at the halo, and nodded with satisfaction:

"I didn't expect you to be pretty good. You actually surpassed the ninth level of foundation building and have reached the fake elixir level!"

The halo has a total of nine layers. In the sky, there are crystal rays of light intertwined, which have turned into substance, like a spider web.

The halo is translucent as a whole, emitting warm light, like a gem, and looks very magical.

This thing is the crystallization of his lifelong cultivation!

It is a special fake elixir produced by the Guangming Saint Clan!

Once those spider web-like rays of light in the aura are completely enriched and turn into light crystals, it means that the elixir formation is completely successful.

As Jiang Tian sacrificed the halo into the storage ring, the word "Devil" on Jiang Tian's head also shook, absorbing all the Seraph's essence and blood into it like a whale absorbing water!

At this time, Seraph wailed in despair, and his body began to rapidly disintegrate like a broken clay figure.

In the end, everything turned into ashes and dots of light, filling the air. Only some bones remained and fell to the ground.

"The death spell is really terrifying! If I am lucky enough to survive this time, no matter what, I will ask this devil to teach it to me! If I have such strength, no one in the heavenly world would dare to provoke me!"

At this time, Lu Huaxi looked at Jiang Tian with a mixture of horror and reverence.

He was no longer depressed and unwilling to show his soul blood, but instead felt deep desire and envy.

Strong people will be respected everywhere.

Even in heaven, there are still classes.

And the strong ones will always be at the top of the food chain! The weak will always be exploited, trampled and humiliated!

At this time, Saint Joan of Arc was almost in the same state of mind as Lu Huaxi, and her heart was ups and downs.

He thought that maybe this demon could really overthrow the temple, and if he followed faithfully, he might gain some benefits.

However, if you want to get benefits from Jiang Tian, ​​you may have to show off and kill the enemy bravely.

Jiang Tian glanced at Lu Huaxi and Saint Joan of Arc coldly, and said, "You haven't seen enough! Go kill me!"

"Master, just watch it!"

Lu Huaxi was in high spirits, flapped his black wings, and flew out, stopping an angel. Jie Jie said with a strange smile:

"Isn't this Archangel Gabriel? You were very active when you followed the Holy Church to suppress me! We haven't seen each other for a long time, and today is the perfect time to make out and make out!"

At the same time, he waved his right hand, and the Death Scythe swept towards the angel.

As for Saint Joan of Arc, her strength is actually only equivalent to the strength in the early stage of foundation building.

But she is not a saint of light, but a mortal who ascended to heaven, so she is relatively close to the giants and elves. She was quickly elected as the leader by a group of giants, elves, and mortal masters, and led a team of people towards The angels covered him up.

At this time, Jiang Tian glanced at the Angel of Wisdom, the injured Angel, and several other high-level angels who had retreated several kilometers away.

These angels are the trump cards of the Ninth Holy Mountain!

Under Seraph, the Lord of the Holy Mountain, they are the strongest.

Realizing that Jiang Tian was looking over, they suddenly glowed brightly. They sacrificed their magic weapons and condensed the holy light for defense, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"If you don't want to die, get out!"

Jiang Tian's eyes turned cold and he shouted.

Among the several senior angels, the Angel of Wisdom looked grateful, bowed deeply, put away his magic weapon and left quickly.

The other people's faces turned red and white, and seemed quite humiliated and unwilling, but they also retreated.

However, the angel who had been injured by Jiang Tian before retreated while covering his broken chest and said coldly:

"Jiang Taichu, don't be too happy too early, the Holy Church will only let you go..."

At this time, Saint Joan of Arc, Lu Huaxi and others had beaten many of the angels of the Ninth Holy Mountain to the ground, and their shouts of killing were shocking and soaring into the sky.

Huang Ling'er, who was following Jiang Tian, ​​saw this scene and said to himself, "You said you were invincible and why didn't you run away quickly? What's the use of all this nonsense? It will only lead to the disaster of murder."

Sure enough, the angel had not finished speaking.

Jiang Tian's face turned cold, a small golden lake flashed across his forehead and brows, and he suddenly swallowed his soul and exploded.

The angel's body suddenly stiffened, and his face was twisted in pain as he held his head. With a bang, blazing white light shot out like arrows from his seven orifices, and then his head exploded with a bang.

A halo stained with blood flew out of his chest and landed in Jiang Tian's hand.

"Keep killing! Those who won't retreat, kill them all!"

Jiang Tian smiled coldly and threw the halo into the Sky-Swallowing Demon Gourd.

About a quarter of an hour later.

The angels on the Ninth Holy Mountain were almost slaughtered, and the remaining ones retreated far away, not daring to stop Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian took out all the auras of all the high-level angels and sacrificed them into the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Gourd without haste.

Then he glanced at the high church with a firm and cold gaze, and continued to move forward.

At this time, Saint Joan of Arc, Lu Huaxi, and many powerful elves, giants, and mortals already had great respect for Jiang Tian.

Especially Lu Huaxi, whose eyes burst out with fanatical admiration for Jiang Tian.

Back then, when he was still young and ambitious, he believed that the Holy Church and the Holy See on Earth were too decadent. He once gathered tens of thousands of angels to oppose the Holy Church. He wanted to change the Kingdom of Heaven and become the supreme leader of the bright saint clan and ascend to the throne of the Holy Emperor.

But he was beaten to pieces!

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny!

Since then, he has realized how powerful the temple is and feels desperate!

He no longer dared to resist, but served as a night watchman, a slave, and guarded the Tenth Holy Mountain.

But today Jiang Tian has accomplished something that he thought was absolutely impossible. How could he not admire and admire him!

"Follow the True God of the First Age, enter the temple, kill the false god of the Holy Ancestor, and then we can be called the Holy Ancestor! Enjoy the Holy Light and Blessings forever!"

Lu Huasi was so excited that he raised the Death Scythe, mounted the black unicorn, roared loudly to confuse people, flew out first, and guided everyone towards the direction of the temple.

At this time, the cloak of Jiang Tian's corpse was covered with tens of thousands of angels and powerful members of the Light Saint Clan, exuding overwhelming murderous aura.

Some souls were not completely dead yet, struggling and howling miserably, bringing out gusts of sinister wind, making the sky and the ground dark for ten miles around.

The magic word on Jiang Tian's head has absorbed the essence, blood and cultivation of thousands of angels, and is constantly expanding. Like a hill, the blood is surging, the red clouds are surging, and the evil energy is soaring into the sky. It can be clearly seen from a hundred miles away. Extremely shocking!

This was more intimidating than any words. Some people who intended to intercept and kill Jiang Tian were immediately frightened to death when they saw this scene and stayed away for fear that they would be involved.

However, the top experts from the eighth, seventh, and sixth holy mountains actually retreated to the upper peak, not daring to stop Jiang Tian.

The strong men dispersed and did not even confront Jiang Tian.

Lu Huaxi was plundering wildly along the way, killing everyone he saw. Lu Huaxi was covered in blood, but he was triumphant.

"Don't you claim to be the true gods of the saints? Why don't you dare to come out and fight? Rubbish, rubbish!"

"The true God of the Beginning is so powerful that it shakes the world of heaven. The ants of the Holy Mountain are invincible and vulnerable to attack. They are simply cowards!"

He was like a great demon god, standing on horseback with his sword drawn, roaring loudly, and the sound was heard for ten miles, and he praised Jiang Tian crazily.