Chapter 293: The Chinese Crisis

On the East China Sea, Huang Qingyun and others saw the Nine Yin Star Fighting Formation that had just been trapped by everyone, but it disappeared instantly. If it weren't for the remaining Nine Yin evil spirits in the sky, he would have really suspected that this had not happened.

"Oh, there are so many masters in the world as the stars in the sky. It's not just the golden immortals who can perform their actions!" Huang Qingyun said with a slight loss. He originally thought that the golden immortals could walk horizontally on this earth. Who knew that when he came, he knew that there was an uncle here who was far more powerful than his two men. He even met a great man who trapped the two golden immortals for a long time with one formation, and he didn't even have a chance to break the formation.

"Why are the second brother depressed? I still have countless magical skills in the Qingqiu Mountain Cheng Sect. Although my elder brother has no chance to learn it, I have many opportunities! Just practice hard for years, and I will never be so angry again in the future!" Sun Wukong said earnestly. This righteous brother is still too young and takes success or failure too seriously. "I remember that my elder brother had experienced so much, and was once glorious all the way. When he was making a big fuss in the Heavenly Court, he lost all his face. At that time, I only thought that I had a few masters in the Three Realms, but who knew that just the shocking arrow of Master Houyi was far from my rival!"

When Huang Qingyun saw Sun Wukong say this, he thought he was dissatisfied with his father's actions, so he hurriedly said, "Brother, don't be too careful. The reason why my father only dares to pass on your authentic seventy-two methods of change, but not your other Qingqiu Mountain skills is helpless. Although the rules of Qingqiu Mountain Sect cannot be said to be strict, the rules set by the ancestors back then cannot be broken by my Huang family. In the future, the ancestors will return and must enter the authentic and authenticity of the direct and learn the unique skills of all kinds!"

"Thank you for this, I'm thankful for the second brother. My elder brother is not greedy for divine skills. The reputation of Zhou Cheng of Cheng Cultivation, Wukong has long admired him for many years. You also know that when the Heavenly Court was defeated, my elder brother was disheartened and was obsessed with practicing and asking about the Tao in the world. Alas, in fact, if Sun Wukong has seventy-two changes, it is a waste of time and he will not be able to do anything!"

Sun Wukong still seems to have not gotten out of the shadow of being plotted as a chess piece back then, and his tone is so sad.

"Brother, have you not heard the mysterious man just now? He said, "I asked me to go back and ask my father, if there is a big disaster, how should I protect myself and strengthen myself. This is true or false, it is reasonable. Brother has many places to use his skills, and he can't even save his shame in the past!" Huang Qingyun said firmly. Although he was surrounded by this formation this time, although he was not hurt at all, his mind became firm, more pragmatic, and his arrogant temper changed a lot.

"Okay! I'll borrow my second brother Ji Yan. Wukong is also a descendant of the Huang family. No matter whether he can enter the Qingqiu Mountain Direct Line, he will work hard!"

Huang Qingyun nodded and then looked at Zhao Shihao beside him, "There is nothing here, and we have other important things. If Zhao's disciple does not abandon him, please visit the Dragon Palace."

"No! No! No! No! My Zhao family has been looking for them for more than a thousand years, but I don't want to find them here, so I have to catch them back immediately! I bid farewell to the two fellow disciples here, and we are all a sect to become a sect and we will meet again in the future!"

"It's good. I'm sorry to have a family member treat Huang Jing's son, Huang Qingyun, and Sun Wukong greet Mr. Peng! If things are done in the future, I will definitely come to visit you!"

"Just leave!"

Zhao Shihao took the two of them into the family and passed them to the mustard seed space, and his expression was still very excited. Although in his eyes, those mortals were not important and were considered ants, he had no selfish intentions towards the master, Guigu, and his Zhao family. Strictly speaking, he was really a subordinate of the Cheng Sect and could be regarded as a registered direct line. However, he regarded mortals as ants, but he did not have the same idea as Zhou Cheng.

However, Zhou Cheng did not deal with him. If he was really a Guigu Sect, there would naturally be Guiguzi Peng Laojia trained him. These people had never heard of his explanation of the Great Dao, and it was normal that some of the opinions were not so consistent.

Zhou Cheng had just rushed to collect the Nine Yin Zhoutian Star Dou Array. In fact, there was another reason. He discovered the enemy! A four-winged angel that was almost the same as the strength of Xuanxian. Yes, he had been peeping for a long time just now. There was something invisible on this person. If it weren't for being stimulated by the Yin Evil Aura of the Nine Yin Zhoutian Star Dou Array, Zhou Cheng might not have been able to discover him.

Coincidentally, the aura that stirred up in the invisible body protection curse at that moment made Zhou Cheng feel very familiar. He didn't know whether it was bad luck or luck. He deliberately searched for some things but never found them; but he missed the things he paid attention to, but instead came to his door.

The four-winged angel is definitely not an existence on Earth. Even those paladins before, Zhou Cheng did not feel such a strong and familiar aura. Although this person's cultivation is high, Zhou Cheng just senses it. Huang Qingyun and Sun Wukong from the Dragon Palace were both peeped into the eyes by this person. Although his cultivation is much higher, they were actually deceived by this person's invisibility spell. Back then, he also saw the Nine Yin Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation, but he didn't see that it was Zhou Cheng's formation.

Perhaps thinking that he had obtained extremely important information, the man turned around and wanted to run away. He muttered something, making Zhou Cheng suspect that he was not using that bloody teleportation.

"Borrow the Lord's will and the power of space..."

When Zhou Cheng heard this, he knew it was not good. He wanted to run away, and he was running away in front of me, Zhou Cheng. Is it that easy? With a thought, the Blood-Changing Divine Sword appeared in Zhou Cheng's hand instantly. With the movement of the Heart Art, it was a knife that cut through the void and left. The Blood-Changing Divine Sword is here. With a trace of spiritual consciousness as a guide, Zhou Cheng can also exert his strength almost completely.

The man who was casting a spell and chanting a spell suddenly saw a black sword appearing on his head, almost scaring his soul. But at least it was almost the same as the four-winged angel of Xuanxian. The mantra that had been prepared was instantly activated. The space flashed and the person disappeared immediately.

However, the Blood-Changing God Sword is not that easy to deal with. A small space teleportation spell wants to escape from the edge of the Blood-Changing God Sword? It’s impossible!

"Ah!" Sure enough, in just a while, Zhou Cheng's spiritual sense attached to the divine sword saw that the four-winged angel was cut down from his shoulder with a knife, and half of his body was cut off, leaving only half of his wings. He flapped twice and stopped moving.

"Hehe! If you want to run away, even if I want to, my little knife is not willing!"

Recalling the Blood-Creating Divine Sword and humming a small song, Zhou Cheng went back. In order to make an early arrangement, Zhou Cheng had been out for about ten days. After going back for a few days, he could catch up with the start of school. However, he didn't know that things changed so quickly that they almost couldn't react.

After Zhou Cheng left, the body of the four-winged angel was completely corroded by the Blood-Changing Divine Sword. The last largest feather was just corroded, and a stream of essence went west and finally fell into the church.

Vatican, church! The Pope is receiving a god with a humble groan! Yes, it is a god, a messenger of God. As the ultimate secret of the Holy See, the existence of angels is real, but this time it is not just an angel. More than two thousand years ago, the secret angels in the Holy See were just a pair of angel wings, but not long ago, two real gods came, a four-winged angel and a six-winged angel!

"Oh, you know! Lord Angel, it is a great honor for us believers to come to my holy temple! Don't worry! I, Paul II, God's loyal ministers and people, will definitely help you with this holy mission!" Pope Paul II reached out to mention the decorated European-style long dragging swallowtail for Lord Six-winged Angel, and signaled to his loyal ministers.

"Paul II, your wisdom and loyal ministers will surely win God's trust! Oh, you must know that God's brilliance is everywhere, even in the East!"

Lord Six-winged Angel held his head high, and he thought from the bottom of his heart that this mission would not be difficult. He asked two masters of the Light Clan, Four-winged Angel and Six-winged Angel to come to a small earth to carry out a mission. In his opinion, God is crazy. Oh no, is God crazy? Lord Six-winged Angel doesn't know, but he knows that he hates coming here.

"What the angel said is that God is omnipotent, and naturally he can shine light in every corner of the world. Where there are people, there will be light, and where there will be light, there will be my light Christianity!"

"Hahaha..." The two of them laughed loudly at the same time.

"Not good!" The angel-grown man who was laughing suddenly had a headache and hit the wall next to him. The wall collapsed. But he ignored this and stretched out his hand to pull out a big feather behind him. With a move in the air, a stream of energy flew into his hands.

"No. Migas's natal golden feathers were destroyed. Big things were not good!" The angel no longer had the rampant look of laughter and proud of the world, but hurried into a secret room, which was the place where the Holy See usually communicated with God.

After a while, the Pope, who was at a loss, saw his respected angel running out with a trembling body. He grabbed him and shouted loudly: "I order you to immediately mobilize the power of the Holy See and command the European and American coalition forces to invade China!"

"I'm going to have another Eight-Nation Alliance? They are already very powerful now. This time, no, they may not be able to win..." Paul II didn't expect that in just a few minutes, the dear Angel Gang gave him such a difficult task. The voice said unnaturally, and he knew that it was not only the West that had supernatural powers!

"I don't care. I just need to occupy this place this year, do you know? Here!! God will send a large number of masters! Here, here, do you understand? Otherwise, you and I will go to hell!" The angel grew up, pulling the pope to a huge version of the world map like a pig, and shouting.

The Pope shook his head, which was dizzy by the roar of the angel, and looked at the place carefully:
Chapter completed!