Way of Choices

In the depths of the extremely distant southern ocean, a stream of light suddenly stopped, and the angel of light appeared.

His body was penetrated by Dari Rulai's sword, and he was badly injured, and even the blood of God could not be repaired.

He must return to the old city of Snow as soon as possible to accept the altar support.

But a black mountain appeared in the northern sky, blocking all his way.

Then no matter what direction he chose, he couldn't get around the black mountain.

That mountain range can be moved, that is a black frost dragon.

Even in the Holy Light Continent and even the legendary prehistoric bright world, the Xuanshuang dragon is the most noble and rare creature.

But this Xuanshuang dragon is not yet an adult. If it is usual, the Angel of Holy Light may be vigilant, but it will never retreat without a fight.

The problem is that his injury is too heavy, he can only rely on white wings to maintain speed, to ensure that he will not be caught up by the other party, but he dare not act lightly.

It was only after such a long time that his injuries gradually deteriorated, and finally it was time to fight a death battle.

The sun is shining on the mirror-like sea surface, the mist is growing, and it is a little sultry.

The angel of light turned and looked to the horizon.

A black line came at high speed and suddenly stopped.

In the dragon-like storm, the girl in black came from the sky.

The languages ​​of the Protoss and Dragons are very close, and the Angel of Light can understand her meaning.

"I did hurt badly, but I still have the power to kill you."

Holy Light Angel's face was unusually pale, as if transparent, but his expression was very solemn.

He said lowly in that complicated language: "In the deep ocean far away from the mainland, I believe no one can help you."

At the beginning, he tried to cross the Snow Ridge to return to the Demon Territory, flying for a long time in the belly of the mainland, and even successfully avoided the interception of the little black dragon several times, but at the last moment, he chose Give up, because he feels that there is some very strong breath waiting for himself in front of the route.

Some of those breaths are like the sun, some are like ancient wells, and some are just a knife.

Obviously, those strong human races are waiting to beheaded him across the mainland.

The Angel of Light did not dare to take risks, leaving the mainland and coming towards the deepest part of the South China Sea.

The so-called decisive battle is in fact survival.

The Taoist and the girl in white also had to deal with more important things in the city of Baidi, such as the life and death of the young man.

As long as he can kill this black frost dragon, no one on this continent can keep up with his speed.

At that time, as long as he chooses a good route in advance, avoiding those strong human races across the mainland, he is very likely to return to the old city of Snow.

With a sacred chant, the thin lips of the Holy Light flowed like running water.

His expression became more solemn, solemn, and extremely pious.

His breath has also become a lot stronger.

He placed all hope and glory in the battle that followed.

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The little black dragon's expression is not serious, not even serious.

Looking at the Holy Light Angel whose breath is getting stronger and stronger, she doesn't feel like an enemy, but looks like an idiot.

She suddenly thought of something that her father said to her many, many years ago.

"Those angels are so stupid because of pride. It's better to kill them."

Yes, father.

These angels are as stupid as you said.

Little Black Dragon is sentimental.

Between the blue sky and the sea, there is no wind and no sound.

Suddenly, the seawater started to move and kept rolling, like boiling.

Dozens of large or small islands rose slowly from the sea water.

On those islands lie large or small, various... dragons.

This is Dragon Island, where all the dragons of this world live.

At this time the sun is empty, it is when they bask in the sun.

Dozens of dragons sounded one after another, either majestic, violent, or frivolous.

Dozens of dragon-like dragon bodies lie in the sky, blocking all sunlight.

Dozens of dragons, either terrifyingly powerful or very weak, fell on the Angel of Light.

The angel of light was silent for a moment, and put down the light spear in his hand.

In the sea, he sank towards the darkest depth.

He opened his eyes and looked at the sunlight on the sea.

He did not feel cold and fear, but felt a little warm.

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The waters of the South China Sea are warm because there are few clouds and the sun is extremely intense.

The reason why the water of the Red River is not cold is because the wildfire under the sky is leaking along the rock cracks.

There are especially many wildfires overflowing today, the river is warmer, and the red algae are growing happily, and it takes less time to dye the river more red.

If it is usual, Yu Jing, who feeds on red algae, should be eating happily, and patting the river with a broad flat tail from time to time, forming a spectacular scene.

But they have a considerable degree of knowledge, and they have already dived into the deepest river today, and they dare not dare to show their heads.

The river is so calm, it looks like a red satin.

There is no one on both sides.

The city of Baidi is noisy.

Especially around the courtyard in Xicheng, which is adjacent to Xiangzu Manor, is crowded and black.

The house in the courtyard has completely collapsed, and broken bricks and beams can be seen everywhere, covered with yellow sand, and it looks like it has been abandoned for decades.

The Great Palace had been broken, and the angel of light had died, but the priests around the courtyard did not leave.

The king of Linghai and other state education giants are still in front of the courtyard even if they are seriously injured.

Tang Thirty-six looked pale, and could only stand by the little girl selling fat powder.

They did not leave because the devil was still inside.

But they could not enter, because now the entire compound has been surrounded by the Red River Demon Guard.

Xiaode stood with the patriarch and more than ten demon clan powerhouses in front of the courtyard.

The two sides confronted each other in silence.

Suddenly some sound came from behind.

The priests of the state religion were separated like the tide.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong came over.

Hundreds of swords broke through the sky and formed a sword array in the sky.

Xiaode didn't mean to let go.

He looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "This is what your majesty meant, please forgive me."

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The meadows around the Tianshou Pavilion maintained a tender color on the moistening of the river water.

The blue stone slabs on the street were moistened by the cloud just now, glowing with oil.

Bai Di looked at the movement in front of the compound in the distance, looked at the rain-like swords in the sky, and a look of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship is stronger than what is said in the rumors.

Shangxing Zhou walked to his side and said, "The people I want to kill can't be stopped by nobody, nor can you."

He is not talking about Chen Changsheng, but the devil.

To kill the two angels of light, for him, is the most basic goal.

If the devil can be killed, then the human race can be said to have won a great victory.

Even the last angel of Holy Light, Baidi wanted to leave him a way of life, let alone the devil.

So he asked a question to the firm.

"After you die, which of your students will be the human race?"

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