The End of the World: Start with a Book, All Superpowers Depend on Reading

While Wang Mingyang was dodging the endless sword beams, he was thinking quickly.

"I said, let there be light..."

The angel in the distance suddenly raised the holy sword and said this sentence in a tone that looked down on the world.

But he used the federal language.

Instead of any language that Zi Mou had ever passed to him.

This situation made Wang Mingyang's mind flash.

Among those languages, there was even a special language used by the upper ancient angels.

However, this upper ancient angel's split spirit was neither a spiritual voice nor a special language.

Could it be...

As his mind turned rapidly, Wang Mingyang had no time to think more.

The skylight covering a radius of several kilometers suddenly descended.

It enveloped Wang Mingyang, the only seven thunder dragons left, and the nine three-legged golden crows.

The thunder dragons and the three-legged golden crows, as well as the only three or five remaining parasitic ancient angels, were illuminated by the holy light, and their bodies were ignited with golden holy flames and quickly annihilated.

Wang Mingyang held the space barrier tightly and protected himself in it.

But the three-meter-thick space barrier quickly shrunk to a range of ten centimeters.

The speed of shrinkage gradually slowed down.

Wang Mingyang's mind moved, and four space cuts appeared on the side of the angel light and shadow.

They crossed and passed by it.

But the angel light and shadow did not dodge at all.

The space cut seemed to really cut on the phantom, causing no damage to it.

"It is a combination of energy and spirit, and space cuts are useless..."

Zi Mou's words rang rapidly in Wang Mingyang's mind.

"Then what should I do, mental attack?"

Wang Mingyang said anxiously, his strongest means could not hurt it, could he only rely on mental power?

That was the split spirit of the upper ancient angel...!

Even if it was a split spirit, its mental power was absolutely extremely powerful.

The example of the Dark Lord was still vivid!

"Its strength is not as terrible as you think."

"Don't worry, I'm behind you..."

Zi Mou's encouraging voice sounded, but Wang Mingyang always felt that there was some meaning of persuasion.

However, Wang Mingyang had no other options.

Space master, destructive thunder, and sun golden flame, these three methods are invincible.

But in front of the angel light and shadow, they can't play a big role.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Mingyang quickly thickened the space barrier.

A beam of golden light shot out from his brows, and he put all his mental power into it.

Seeing the golden light shooting out from Wang Mingyang's brows, the angel light and shadow was obviously stunned for a moment.

The golden light shot directly into its brows.

The angel light and shadow and Wang Mingyang's body stood in the void at the same time.

And in the unknown void, Wang Mingyang's mental power entered a grand spiritual world.

All he could see was holy light, except at the center of the world.

There stood a six-winged angel emitting endless light.

Indistinctly, Joseph's face could still be distinguished.

"Blasphemer, you are looking for death!"

The six-winged angel seemed to have been insulted, and the voice containing endless anger resounded through the spiritual world.

The entire spiritual world was ablaze with light, turning into holy swords that shot towards Wang Mingyang's spiritual scorching sun.

"Burn you to death!"

Wang Mingyang roared silently, and the spiritual scorching sun seemed like a real scorching sun.

It burst into blazing flames, turned into three-legged golden crows all over the sky, and pounced madly on the six-winged angel.

Outside the spiritual world, the bracelet on Wang Mingyang's wrist shot out a little purple light, and directly disappeared into the light and shadow of the angel.

The next moment, Wang Mingyang's spiritual scorching sun seemed to be stained with a little purple.

"Boom!"

The battle of spiritual power is more often a collision of quality and quantity.

The holy swords all over the sky collided and annihilated with the three-legged golden crow with a hint of purple.

The six-winged angel flapped its six wings and flashed over with the holy sword in its hand.

In the spiritual world, it seemed to have a powerful spatial force.

It could appear instantly at any location it wanted.

Wang Mingyang's spiritual scorching sun was cut by the holy sword.

A sharp pain that went straight to the soul made Wang Mingyang howl miserably.

"I'll fight you!"

The huge spiritual sun suddenly shrank and turned into Wang Mingyang's human body.

Holding a horizontal sword in his hand, he started a crazy fight with the six-winged angel.

After an unknown period of fighting, both spiritual bodies became a little dim.

"Take advantage of this moment! Induce your power of faith!"

The voice of Zi Mou exploded, and Wang Mingyang had no time to think about it, like a conditioned reflex.

He mobilized a wisp of light golden power of faith from his spiritual world.

The horizontal sword in his hand suddenly ignited a light golden flame.

He chopped it down fiercely, and the six-winged angel raised the holy sword to resist.

The next moment, the horizontal sword directly chopped off the holy sword.

The six-winged angel's arm and one wing were cut off with one sword.

"Ah! Damn blasphemer!"

"How dare you covet the power of faith!"

The six-winged angel roared angrily, as if a fly had fallen into his delicious food.

The figure suddenly moved away, but the wound was still lingering with a wisp of light golden faith power.

Like a deadly poison, it continued to corrode its spirit body.

This was the faith power that belonged to Wang Mingyang alone.

It was different from the milky white faith power displayed by Joseph's clone.

"I've heard this before!"

Wang Mingyang growled, and his figure flashed and quickly approached the six-winged angel.

The horizontal sword condensed by the spiritual power in his hand slashed down again.

A light golden blade flashed and slashed directly on the chest of the six-winged angel.

"Damn it!"

The six-winged angel roared, and endless milky white light burst out from his body.

The rich power of faith surged out, dispelling all of Wang Mingyang's power of faith.

The next moment, the six-winged angel, who was originally extremely angry, suddenly became extremely indifferent and calm.

The holy sword condensed in his hand again, but it was a milky white holy sword forged by the power of faith.

"Judgment..."

The six-winged angel held the sword with both hands and raised it above his head.

He slashed at Wang Mingyang with a sword.

High-end swordsmanship only requires a simple and unpretentious slash.

This sword seemed to contain some kind of ancient and powerful will.

It shocked Wang Mingyang's mind and he even forgot to dodge.

"Use your will to cut it!"

The roar of the purple eyes instantly awakened Wang Mingyang.

And the sword light that covered the sky and the sun had already slashed at him.

Wang Mingyang's spirit body stared, and endless anger surged in his heart.

He recalled the contempt that the Dark Lord had shown him.

That kind of high and mighty attitude seemed to be able to kill him at any time like squeezing a stink bug.

The Dark Lord at that time sensed the power of faith in Wang Mingyang's spiritual world.

He was also like the six-winged angel in front of him, full of endless anger... and disgust.

In his words, it seemed that he had the power of life and death over all living beings.

He wanted to judge him at every turn...

Judge, for what?

They were just a group of vampires lying on the Blue Star civilization.

Why did he look down on all living beings with a high and mighty attitude.

Whoever you want to judge, you can judge?

"Judge your mother!"

Wang Mingyang's body slightly tilted, and with a roar, he held the knife with both hands and put all his spiritual power and faith into it.

With the momentum of burning the boats, he slashed out a knife that contained his endless anger and unyielding will.

The pale golden blade light flashed a touch of purple, and it slashed together with the milky white sword light.

"Boom!"

In the silent spiritual world, it was as if a thunderclap exploded.