"He's not really looking at me, is he?"
Zhang Xiaoman was suddenly startled, but even though he said this, he was already extremely vigilant in his heart.
At his level, it is obviously impossible to say that it is illusion or hallucination.
But this huge skeleton has obviously been dead for so long, why does it suddenly turn its head?
But no matter how unbelievable it was, the facts were right in front of him, and Zhang Xiaoman had to doubt that this plague god, Natural Disaster, was not actually dead!
"Is it that sword?"
His attention rested on the huge double-edged sword on the skull's chest.
The black energy on this sword was constantly swirling and rolling. Zhang Xiaoman thought at first that this was just the energy contained in the giant sword itself, but now it seems that the black energy seems to have another source.
"This sword... is absorbing the power from the skeleton... So that's it! This skeleton - or the Scourge, the God of Plague, is not actually dead, but his power is suppressed by this giant sword. The sword continuously absorbs the energy from his body, which is why he has been unable to escape for so long..."
Zhang Xiaoman's eyes were complicated.
"Then, the voice I have heard these days is probably him asking for help, wanting me to help him pull out the sword and help him get out of trouble..."
He shook his head.
He still knew very well what kind of race the demons were. If he wanted him to save an injured demon, it would obviously be a bit difficult for him.
However, everything is not absolute. If doing so can bring him benefits, it is not impossible for him to take action.
Of course, this benefit needs to reach at least a certain level. Ordinary petty profits are not worth the huge risks he takes for it.
Looking at this huge skeleton, an idea came to Zhang Xiaoman's mind.
Maybe I can absorb him into the dimensional gate and teleport him to the original world.
No matter how powerful he is, as long as he reaches the original world, he can only be at his own mercy.
This is Zhang Xiaoman's confidence to fight against him now.
After all, this guy currently has no strength to resist his own teleportation, so it shouldn't be a problem for him to absorb it himself.
He did it as he thought, Zhang Xiaoman put up layers of protection for himself and began to approach cautiously.
Even at this time, he cannot take it lightly. The God of Plague, Natural Disaster, is also a veteran extraordinary powerhouse. He is a legendary being who is about to reach the mid-level extraordinary state. His strength may not be much worse than Niyang.
Think about it, Ni Yang, who has been sealed for so long, can easily fight against the lower-level Transcendent Alfald with just a ray of soul power. Although the guy in front of him is not Ni Yang, he is not either Afard, so don't be careless.
Zhang Xiaoman held a small golden ball of light in his hand. This was the "holy water" he upgraded to the legendary level.
【Heart of the Holy Spirit】
——The heart of the Holy Spirit is said to be the most pure and pure thing in the world, possessing the ability to restrain all evil.
The Heart of the Holy Spirit, this is another trump card of Zhang Xiaoman's operation.
Based on the power of the Holy Attribute to restrain demons, it is difficult for even extraordinary demons to resist such legendary items as the Heart of the Holy Spirit.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoman held the Heart of the Holy Spirit in one hand and the Purple Sky Divine Sword in the other, approaching the huge skeleton slowly and vigilantly.
The skeleton seemed to sense his approach. This time, Zhang Xiaoman could visibly see the skull's head turning, and there was even a faint clicking sound.
"You are indeed alive!"
Zhang Xiaoman's muscles were tense, his spiritual power was mobilized to the maximum, and he was ready to fight at any time.
Suddenly the voice sounded in my mind again.
"Help me, please help me..."
There seemed to be a little urgency in his voice.
Zhang Xiaoman continued to walk forward.
"Don't come near him!
! "
The voice suddenly became shrill.
"What!?"
Zhang Xiaoman was suddenly startled and stopped subconsciously.
He turned his head and looked to the left. There seemed to be a very small golden magic circle there. It was actually a bit reluctant to call it a magic circle, because it was so small that if you didn't look carefully, you would just Thought it was just a speck of gold.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoman finally understood the source of the sound, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind.
"That voice was not made by this skeleton! Otherwise, it would have been impossible for me not to get close to him!"
"The one who has been communicating with me before is this golden magic circle!"
"What is this magic circle? Could it be said that he is the one who suppresses this skeleton?"
Countless thoughts emerged in his mind, and he looked over with vigilant eyes. The magic circle seemed to become ethereal after the reminder was issued, and it felt like it was about to dissipate.
"who are you?"
Zhang Xiaoman changed direction and moved a few steps towards the magic circle.
However, at this moment, the Heart of the Holy Spirit in his hand suddenly emitted a strong burst of light, and then floated towards the magic circle uncontrollably.
He subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but although the light ball was holding it, the energy inside it continued to pour out, and all of it drifted into the small magic circle.
"not good!"
Zhang Xiaoman realized the seriousness of the matter and immediately stepped back. When he reappeared, he was already at the other end of the cave.
"What's going on! That thing actually absorbed the energy of the Holy Spirit's Heart!? What on earth is it?"
Seeing the legendary treasure in his hand just disappear, Zhang Xiaoman felt heartbroken.
He watched the changes in the magic circle with some reluctance. At this moment, the latter had begun to materialize and was still expanding.
Zhang Xiaoman watched all this intently. He was ready with the ability to teleport infinitely and could escape at any time.
"Wrong, all wrong. There was something wrong with my initial guess. That voice was not the God of Plague asking for help at all, but came from within this magic circle!"
"The good news is that if he can absorb the heart of the Holy Spirit without being harmed by it, then he should at least not be a demon."
"But what kind of existence can absorb the heart of the Holy Spirit... This is pure holy energy... Could it be said..."
Just as Zhang Xiaoman was guessing, the operation of the magic circle over there finally reached its peak. Endless golden light bloomed from it, turning into holy light spots all over the sky. The originally gloomy and dark cave turned into a Feeling warm and peaceful.
A slender figure slowly emerged from the magic circle. She looked like a young girl, with long white hair hanging down to her waist. Her eyes were closed. She was curled up at the moment, with twelve pairs of golden hair. The wings wrapped her tightly, blocking the sudden spring light on her body.
Zhang Xiaoman's child's hole shrank suddenly.
Such familiar energy, and 12 pairs of golden wings, this is...
"Holy Angel!?"
As his words came out, the girl opened her eyes.
In her eyes, golden ripples surged, and Zhang Xiaoman seemed to hear the joyful songs of countless creatures at this moment.
The girl looked around blankly, and then her eyes fell on Zhang Xiaoman.
Her lips parted slightly, and a voice like a light hymn appeared in the latter's mind.
"It was you who hastened my revival...are you my disciple? Human."
Zhang Xiaoman's body felt numb for a while, and he was already convinced of the identity of the girl in front of him.
This is a holy angel! And he is a holy angel who has mastered the power of revival!
The most important thing is that Zhang Xiaoman judged from the twelve pairs of golden wings stretched out from his back that the opponent's strength had exceeded that. The upper-level control-level Naifaya was the true god in the mouth of people in this world!
An extraordinary holy angel?
Is there such a thing among the Holy Angels?
There is, and only one.
That is the Holy Lord of the Holy Angel Clan!
"Agarusiello, this is my real name. As the servant who awakened me from the long road of recovery, I allow you to call me this."
The girl looked at him curiously and spoke her name.
"Agarusiello...this is really the Holy Lord of the Holy Angels..."
Zhang Xiaoman murmured to himself, the expression on his face became extremely complicated.
It was confirmed. After hearing the name, he confirmed the identity of the girl in front of him. Naifaya once told him the name of the Holy Lord, which was Agarusiello.
But what he didn't expect was that the other party should have been killed by the demon lord and then fell into an endless road of recovery, but he was seen underground in the Plague Temple.
"In other words, she should have been killed by the Demon Lord here, but I don't know exactly what happened at that time. It seems that we still need to ask her to find out..."
Zhang Xiaoman was thinking quickly in his mind, and at the same time he lowered his guard slightly and moved closer to the other party.
"Human, do you know what time it is now? How long has it been since I entered the road of revival..."
The girl asked some seemingly normal questions, but when Zhang Xiaoman came closer, what she was saying suddenly stopped, as if it was stuck in her throat, and she looked at her with a surprised look. people.
"You, you are..."
The girl's surprise turned into horror, and then a hint of panic.
"You are a demon... No, your auras are different... But why, how can you..."
The panic expression on the girl's face didn't look fake. Zhang Xiaoman was slightly startled at first, but then he immediately realized what was going on.
Yes, the Holy Angels have a racial talent, which is to be able to perceive the true state of the other party, and with the help of the ultimate props, they have communicated all the dark spirit sequences. When Naifaya first When he saw himself, he noticed the hidden true realm, so he showed a respectful look. Naturally, the girl in front of him was also for this reason.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoman couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that I should have a way to control the other party.
"Please forgive me for my previous presumptuousness and rudeness, dear Lord. I am Agarusiello of the Holy Angel Clan. Thank you for saving me from the endless road to recovery."
The girl bowed slightly and performed the etiquette of the holy angel clan to Zhang Xiaoman.
Zhang Xiaoman looked at her and signaled that she didn't need to be polite.
No need to warm up or prepare, he has seamlessly entered the show-off state.
Although he hasn't used this routine for a long time and feels a little defeated, it is really useful if he can't stand it!
Zhang Xiaoman really likes this talent of the Holy Angel race so much now. He doesn't need to say anything at all, the other party can figure out everything by himself, which is simply the best tool to follow him.
"It doesn't matter. Although the Holy Angel clan has declined, I do know a certain little guy in your clan. It's fate to be like you now."
"My clan...has really declined..."
After hearing Zhang Xiaoman's words, the girl lowered her head in silence for a while, and then said with a hint of hope on her face:
"Great Lord, thank you again for your gift. May I ask who the tribesman you saw is and where is he now..."
Zhang Xiaoman waved his hand and said:
"You don't have to be so reserved, just call me Pole Star. As for the tribesman you mentioned, his name is Naifaya, and he is currently working for me in a space I created."
"Nafaya, is it him..."
The girl lowered her head and pondered for a while, and then showed a clear expression. It seemed that she also knew this holy angel in her clan.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, while the two were talking, the surrounding cave suddenly began to tremble.
They turned their heads and set their sights on the huge skeleton sitting on the wall.
At this moment, the skeleton's fingers had begun to move slightly, and with his movements, the surrounding soil began to fall downwards.
"No, the natural disaster is about to wake up!"
Ajalusiello frowned, and her golden eyes looked at the huge double-edged sword on the skull's chest.
"That's my weapon, Felix, the Blade of Holy Judgment. It was originally used to suppress natural disasters. Because my awakening power returned to my body uncontrollably, the natural disasters have now lost their suppression. It will soon be over. Wake up."
The girl explained quickly.
Zhang Xiaoman also followed her gaze and looked over. On the huge two-handed sword, the black energy that was originally lingering was dissipating, revealing its true appearance.
This is a huge golden sword, with the sacred inscriptions unique to the angel clan engraved on it. Originally, its sword body was entangled with black aura. Zhang Xiaoman thought it was like this, but he did not expect the black aura at this moment. After it receded, its appearance turned out to be so holy, as if its entire body was made of holy light. It looked like it was anything but ordinary.
"Pole Star... Lord, my power has not been fully recovered, and there is no way to suppress him anymore. If the natural disaster is allowed to wake up, I am afraid he will immediately summon the Demon Lord... Lord Lord... you..."
The girl hesitated not knowing how to speak, but her eyes towards Zhang Xiaoman were full of expectation.
