There was once a famous painting in Europe, depicting an angel imprisoned in darkness, covered in shackles, with a heart for light.
Now, this painting has been brought to reality by Yang Ning.
The gate of heaven disappeared, and the fleeing Holy Flame had no choice but to turn back to Harun.
The next second, amid the exclamations of the knights and priests, a bowl-thick iron chain penetrated Harlan's body!
The four-winged angel was dragged to the ground by the iron chain, creating a deep ravine and dragging it all the way to Yang Ning!
The former golden knight, now the four-winged angel, is now in front of Yang Ning, in a panic!
Bang!
There was another sound of the drag chain, and a ravine was dragged out of the ground again!
Long Yin also came.
It seems that there are only two people in front of Yang Ning, but in fact, there are more than two people.
There are also two extradimensional creatures summoned by his loyal followers.
Yang Ning first looked at the two pairs of broad feather wings on Harlan's back. He tried to grab them twice and asked, "Mr. Angel, do your wings have any special function besides flying?"
Harlan, who was wearing iron chains and dying, looked at Yang Ning who was right in front of him, his eyes burning with scorching holy flames. He wanted to do something, but——
Click!
A blood-red Honghong appeared next to Yang Ning, and with a casual shake, Harlan's arms drooped down weakly.
Yang Ning praised: "It's so powerful when it's popular. Even the messengers from heaven dare to attack it? This thing can suppress Yin."
Honghong looked at Yang Ning with a cheerful smile: "As long as you are here, I'm not afraid!"
Han Yang curled his lips and said to the duo who were hiding in the corner and secretly observing the movement: "With him here, can there be anything to overcome Yin?"
Ruan Kai said calmly: "Of course not, he can conquer everything in the world."
Han Yang: "..."
"Ruanruan, what you said is quite reasonable..."
Ruan Kai: "Isn't it?"
Han Yang: "Yes, yes!"
In front of Yang Ning, Harlan looked in pain, but the voice coming out of Harlan's mouth was not his own, but a neutral voice that could not distinguish between male and female.
"Dirty, dirty! Bugs, Holy Light, sanctions!"
His words were intermittent and inconsistent, but Yang Ning probably understood.
Pulling the iron chain a little, Yang Ning took out his soul-calling copper bell and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Angel has a little prejudice against me?"
"It doesn't matter, we will spend a lot of time together in the future."
"But before that, you must first return the body you forcibly occupied to that poor Golden Knight."
"At the same time, leave a place for yourself in this world."
Yang Ning turned to Honghong and ordered: "Take off Mr. Angel's wings."
"Yeah!"
The kid in red jumped forward and grabbed the angel wings behind Harun with a pair of bloody hands——
At this second, everyone onlookers closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch!
Stab!
Angel's wings are broken.
"ah!!"
A cry of pain rang out from Harun's mouth, and the neutral voice made others tremble with fear!
At this time, Yang Ning shook the bell in his hand, and Harlan's cry of pain gradually turned into his own voice.
A faint white flame flew out from Harun's body, fell on Yang Ning's fingers and slowly became smaller, finally a faint white spark.
Next, Yang Ning looked at Long Yin.
Like Harun, he is now occupied by a dove.
But unlike Harun, the messenger of heaven is a bit bloody, and when the Blood Moon Demon Buddha saw Yang Ning, he lay on the ground like a dog and kept laughing.
Seeing him like this, Yang Ning frowned and said, "Although Long Yin is timid, a noob, has no mind, and can't tolerate others, he won't be like you."
"You're a bit insulting to him, you bastard devil."
"Choose a host body for yourself, don't waste my time."
Long Yin, who was possessed by the demon Buddha, was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and broke off a dark index finger with a "click", held it with both hands, and carefully offered it to Yang Ning.
Honghong stepped forward and took it from Yang Ning.
Ding dong!
The soul-calling copper bell rang again, and the magic patterns on Long Yin's body quickly disappeared, and his black skin gradually turned into its original color.
A line of black smoke flew out from Long Yin's body and landed on Yang Ning's fingers.
Finally, there's the dragon.
Standing in front of the huge dragon body, Yang Ning himself was like a little ant.
But at this moment, this little ant made the dying dragon tremble.
The dragon soul that escaped from the trap not long ago now only has one breath left.
"Is this a dragon?"
"Sorry, I killed you three times today."
Knocking on the dragon scales on the giant dragon, Yang Ning said to herself: "Arhat and the others borrowed a lot of chains from me back then, and they used them to lock you?"
"Well, I can probably understand why you got so angry when you saw me."
"Tell me, Dragon, do you want to die?"
After Yang Ning finished speaking, the dragon's whole body trembled violently, making the Dragon Tomb Plain seem like an earthquake.
Yang Ning nodded and said, "Okay, then you can choose a place to stay."
The giant dragon opened its mouth, and a dragon tooth about the same size as Yang Ningren fell out.
Yang Ning muttered: "Let me help you fix it."
He stretched out his hand to summon the bronze sword and slapped the dragon tooth!
Suddenly, the entire huge dragon tooth swished and dropped powder!
In the end, only a crescent-shaped tooth that was about the size of an ordinary person's fist was left.
Yang Ning waved the copper bell again. This time the bell did not make a crisp sound, but sounded like a loud bell!
The loud and long bells resounded throughout the Dragon Tomb Plain, and the lingering sound spread into the surrounding mountains for a long time.
It seemed that he was saying goodbye to this giant dragon.
When the bells stopped ringing, a strong wind blew on the Dragon Tomb Plain, and the dragon soul flew out from the dragon's corpse, turning into a plume of flying smoke and falling on Yang Ning's fingers.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this trip has been fruitful..."
"The only drawback is that it's a bit dangerous. There are always people who want to kill me."
After taking a look at his fate book, Yang Ning looked up at the mountain peak on one side and said with a smile: "Okay, little cuties, let's continue to have fun."
"Our destiny, but there is still a lot more to it."
The next second, the resentful spirits all over the mountains and plains rushed towards the defense line of the Death Scythe Operation Group again!
Different from before, this time, everyone in Death Scythe no longer had any fighting spirit in their hearts.
They witnessed with their own eyes what Yang Ning did, saw with their own eyes the angels falling, the demons and Buddhas bowing to their knees, the giant dragon lingering...
Facing such people, the only thing they can do is regret.
After all, someone had told them that this trip was very dangerous.
A shrill wail sounded from the mountain peak.
The resentful spirits ruthlessly harvested the lives of Death Scythe members.
Whether it is the knights and priests of the Holy See, the berserkers of the Northern Territory, or the mysterious druids and necromancers, all of them have become the food of the resentful spirits.
The night wind blew by, and the fate book flipped, and Yang Ning saw the colorful figures on it disappearing quickly one after another.
At the end, there was a sudden silence on the top of the mountain.
There is still one person alive in the Death Scythe operation team.
But the wraiths stopped.
Because the fate is gone.
Yang Ning's destiny book has no lucky people left, it's all gray.
Yang Ning raised his head and looked towards the top of the mountain.
The one who survived was the leader of the Frank Punishers, the black woman Denise.
Yang Ning smiled and said: "Look, the fate between us has ended?"
Dinis knelt on the ground, looking at the corpses on the ground around him with a horrified expression, his body was trembling with fat, and he was speechless.
Yang Ning waved her hand and said with some regret: "Okay, since our fate is over, forget it. Congratulations to Miss Dinnis, you can live -"
As he said this, suddenly, under Yang Ning's gaze, the gray figure on the book of fate turned into color bit by bit.
The Ningsen Fund established by Shao Li for Yang Ning with all his net worth will continue to provide good fortune.
But as luck would have it, a good fate was provided at this time.
The next second, Yang Ning said with a smile: "Sorry, Miss Dinnis, it seems that you and I are still destined!"
On the top of the mountain, resentful spirits surged.
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