Yang Muyun heard many passionate words when he was on earth.

But when it comes to the most touching thing, the first thing Yang Muyun thinks of is: If fate is determined by fate, I will break this fate.

It would be fine if he didn't have this strength, but Yang Muyun has this strength, and his strength is far more than just breaking the sky.

Bright light blooms.

There was a loud noise.

The aura of justice and judgment released by the angels jointly touched Yang Muyun's aura.

It's like two rapidly rotating gears colliding hard.

One is clockwise, the other is counterclockwise. The collision between the two sides will either lead to death or death for both of us.

At this time, it depends on who is harder and who lasts longer.

The Angel Legion is full of confidence in its righteous judgment. For thousands of years, righteous judgment has killed countless heretics.

Without exception.

There can be no surprise this time.

"Judgement!"

The phantom of the archangel formed by the holy light simultaneously waved his hand and poked downwards.

The spears condensed with holy light cut through the sky like thunder, hitting Yang Muyun directly.

Yang Muyun's position at this time was like the bull's-eye of an archery target. Forty or fifty Holy Light Spears, thicker than his waist, were poking down at 360 degrees without any blind spots. Yang Muyun's small body could not insert them at all.

However, the black dragon roared.

The dark body shot straight up like a sharp arrow.

The rushing figure grew when the wind caught the wind, and in an instant it transformed into a huge being ten feet long and with a waist as thick as a bucket.

The black dragon waved his claws and smashed a spear in front of him into pieces. Then he turned around, like a dragon coiling around a pillar, and packed up the remaining dozens of spears.

The black dragon roared, and then his whole body tensed up, and the spear condensed with holy light instantly shattered.

The spear shattered and turned into holy light again.

However, these holy lights did not dissipate out of thin air, but turned into trickles and merged into the body of the black dragon.

Seeing this scene, the angel army was all shocked.

"This is impossible!"

"How is this possible!"

"How can a dark creature absorb the power of the Holy Light!"

"Holy Light! Please judge the heresy in front of you!"

In the thinking of the Holy See, white is sacred and black is evil.

There may be white people among heretics, but there can never be black people among the Holy See of Light.

Not one!

In their eyes, the ferocious black dragon is a completely evil creature and the originator of heresy.

Yang Muyun's Tao rules were obtained from Longhu Mountain. The black dragon and white tiger are the three-dimensional version of the Yin and Yang fish, representing the two qi of Yin and Yang.

Although Holy Light is a variant of the power of light, it still cannot escape the scope of Yin and Yang, and both Black Dragon and White Tiger can easily control it.

Not to mention dozens of light spears, even thousands or tens of thousands of them are still delivering food.

Will Iron Man be killed by Thor?

Oh no, that's a large power bank.

Yang Muyun felt powerful rays of holy light power gathering from the black dragon, adding them to his own holy light rules.

In the past, when Yang Muyun performed "miracles", he used light transformed from the two qi of yin and yang, mixed with the power of harvest.

Because Yang Muyun's own light rules are too weak, and they are still light and shadow rules, not holy light.

Now, nourished by dozens of holy light spears, Yang Muyun's light and shadow rules rapidly evolved, moving closer and changing in the direction of the holy light little by little.

There is no end to justice.

Still going on.

The great formation of light was still rotating rapidly, and the phantoms of archangels that expanded from dozens of angels raised their right hands again, condensed the spear of holy light, and then stabbed it down hard.

However, this time the black dragon was more domineering. Before the phantom of the archangel could poke him, it charged forward with a roar.

The ten-foot-long body expanded again and became a hundred feet long.

Then the black dragon swung its tail and smashed all the light spears into pieces.

The broken light spear turned into flowing light again, and was then attracted by the black dragon and merged into its body.

The white tiger below was impatient when he saw this scene.

He growled a few times, as if to say, don't finish filling the cup, leave some for me.

Yang Muyun stretched out his hand and touched Bai Hu's head, "Don't be impatient. You two are one, so there is no difference between you."

The black dragon roared again, went straight forward, bared its teeth and claws, and hit the formation of justice.

The situation was like a fish hitting the net.

However, this fish is a bit strong.

The magic circle of righteous judgment was lifted up by the black dragon and surged upward.

It's not that the black dragon can't break the magic circle, but that the magic circle is afraid of the black dragon and flees upward.

However, with a wave of the black dragon's claws, the light circle instantly collapsed and tore apart.

The lines that make up the magic circle also turned into bright energy and merged into the black dragon's body, and the angel legions below all vomited blood.

They were all closely connected to the magic circle and were severely injured by the induction of Qi.

"No! This heresy is too powerful!"

"Quickly retreat!"

"Split up and run away!"

However, a dragon roar sounded in the air again.

At some point, the black dragon's head had penetrated into the clouds, while its tail was still hanging on the top of the mountain.

Although it is a phantom of energy, it has no entity.

But such a huge body is still full of intimidation and shock.

Sometimes, more is better, and big is stronger.

No one who can be called a "behemoth" is weak.

Even if it's a clay-footed giant, it's still a giant.

The black dragon is not a clay-footed giant. On the contrary, it is the embodiment of absolute power and the condensation of the rules of Tao.

I saw the angels running away separately.

The black dragon smiled contemptuously, with a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.

No one could see how he was acting. His body trembled, and the entire angel army seemed to be controlled by a fairy rope.

No matter where they were, they all flew backwards, then crashed into each other and rolled into a ball.

The black dragon was about to swoop down.

Unexpectedly, the white tiger kicked off the ground, rushed forward, opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the angel army.

The white tiger's mouth is not too big.

If you really want to compare it, it can't fit even one person.

But there is a special power outside the mouth of the white tiger. All members of the Angel Legion are affected by this power, and their bodies shrink, shrink, and shrink again.

To White Tiger, dozens of people are like snakes swallowing elephants, even more exaggerated than snakes swallowing elephants.

But when it comes to the mouth, these dozens of people are like a handful of melon seeds or a handful of sesame seeds, which are crunchy and crunchy when swallowed in one bite.

The black dragon was furious.

Bai Hu narrowed his eyes in contentment.

When Yang Muyun met the half-blood angel for the first time, he subdued him with one strike of Tathagata's palm without any nonsense.

This is the power of rules.

The gap between technique and technique, technique and Tao is insurmountable. Angels are just stronger creatures. In front of Yang Muyun, the true god who controls the rules, they have no qualifications to make mistakes.

If the angels did not take the initiative to attack Yang Muyun, Yang Muyun would not take action against them. Gu

After all, Laxida told Yang Muyun about certain conventional rules in this world.
To be continued...