908: C908 Old White Dragon Chanted an Incantation

C908 Old White Dragon Chanted an Incantation

The man with the crew cut was so angry that he almost died of anger. He shouted at his master, the curly-haired man, "Deacon Eon, this old fellow is so bad that he wants to die. Please give the order and send them to hell!"

The curly-haired man nodded and said to the dozen or so angels beside him, "Everyone, although we are not soldiers, we are highly regarded as high-level angels of the Chiang Country, and we are also members of the Heavenly Church."

"How can we tolerate low-level creatures from the east doing evil things here? Everyone, listen to my command. Those who cultivate the magic will chant the spell together later. Those who cultivate the martial arts, attack with all your might. I will never let the lowly people of the east act tyrannically here."

The instructors immediately agreed loudly in excitement. In order to show that they were doing something to protect the dignity of the Chiang Country, these fellows even shouted loudly at the angels who were passing by.

"Ladies and gentlemen who are passing by, please stop your precious footsteps and see how we are going to deal with these two inferior creatures."

"Yes, yes, everyone listen up. Although we are not soldiers of the Chiang Country, we, the Church of the Heavenly God, have always been chivalrous. We are determined to stop anything that is harmful to the interests of the Chiang Country. Everyone, do you think we did the right thing?"

When those ordinary Chiang Country Angels heard this, they immediately stopped and pointed at Lan Tian and Lan Tian, laughing at them for a long time.

"Aiya, I really didn't expect that these two lowly fellows from the east would dare to fly in the sky of our Chiang Country. They are really tired of living."

"That's right, that's right. Ugly yellow skin, go back to the east."

Not all of the people in the Chiang Country were angels. There were also some people who could not fly. These people who could not fly were naturally stupid. They could not fly even though they had wings.

The other was born with disabilities and did not have wings. Or it could be said that those who had wings in the past were chopped off during fights or when they were sick.

There were also those with black skin. These black ancestors were not from the Chiang Country. They did not have wings. They were slaves that were captured by the people of the Chiang Country.

After a long time, the slaves turned around. Although they had their own land, in front of the white people, the status of these black people was still very low.

They were often bullied by the white men like dogs. However, although they were bullied by the white men, they still looked down on the people of the Tang Country and looked down on the people of the Tang Country.

At this moment, these black people were all on the ground, raising their heads and laughing at Lan Tian and the others with the white people.

"My Lord, I really don't dare to imagine who gave these two Dongfang family people the courage to do so. They actually dare to fly in the sky of our noble Chiang Country. Isn't this polluting the fresh air of our Chiang Country?! The black ghost opened its arms wide and opened its frightening mouth. It said in an exaggerated manner.

The female black ghost next to it jumped a few times in excitement, then bared her teeth and shouted towards the sky.

"Oh, God, these two lowly creatures just flew above our heads. Doesn't that mean that our noble identities have been polluted by these two lowly beings?"

"God, I don't want to live anymore! This is too humiliating. How can we let these two lowly beings, who are like dogs, enter the sky above our noble Chiang Country! "

A black-haired old man nodded his head, "That's right, that's right, my dearest and most respected deacon, you guys hurry up and beat them, throw these two despicable lowly people into the hell that they should go to!"

When Curly Hair heard the call of the crowd, he pulled out the longsword at his waist and shouted at his subordinates," Everyone, listen up! Attack! "

As his words fell, he chanted an incantation and drew his large saber to attack.

The old hooligan couldn't beat those five-winged angels, but he could still beat these little angels.

It had to be known that amongst this group of people, the highest level was Curly Hair, who was a four-winged angel. Furthermore, he was the only one who was a four-winged angel.

There was also the woman beside him, the long-haired woman who had mocked Lan Tian at the start. She was a Three-Winged Angel. The rest were two-winged angels.

An angel team like this was not a small problem for an ordinary Martial Immortal in Tang Country. For Old White Dragon, who had lived for more than a hundred million years, this was not a problem at all.

When he saw the other party chant a spell, he also started to shout, "Heavenly Sovereign, Earthly Sovereign, I'm Old Lord Taishang's mother. All gods, listen to my orders! Quickly take the birdman's life!"

Of course, he didn't chant out any deities, but this fellow was an old dragon after all, and had plenty of water. Just as the other party's various natural weapons flew over, the old fellow opened his mouth, and a powerful water pillar rushed out.

In an instant, quite a few of the opponent's natural weapons were sprayed out.

One had to understand that when the same ice arrows or rain blades were used, whether it was in terms of quantity or strength, when used by angels of different levels, it would be different.

He wanted to chant an incantation for those angels with eight wings and above. The weapons summoned by these angels with four wings were simply not worth mentioning. That was why a large portion of the water was washed away by the old man.1

The remaining small portion was pushed outwards by Old White Dragon's palms, and a powerful tornado instantly swept up. Not only did it sweep away all the remaining weapons, it also swept away the warriors who were flying over.

Seeing that he had broken through his opponent with just one move, the old man was very happy. This was the first time he had been so proud of himself since he had fought with the Chiang Country's angel.

One should know that although he had won a little in the past, at that time, he had always been walking on the land of the Tang Country.

As for those who could come to the Tang Country, there were basically two or more big shots leading the team. Therefore, every time he fought, it was very difficult. Since he had won by chance, he only won a little. He was not in a good mood at all.

Another reason was that at that time, his mind was not very clear, which greatly weakened his combat strength.

Now, it was different. He found Lan Tian, ate two ginseng fruit, and a few Angel's Golden Cores. Not only did he have a small breakthrough in his martial arts, but he also had confidence. Under these circumstances, when fighting, it was naturally easy.

When they saw that more than a dozen people from the Faith of the Heavens had been defeated by Old White Dragon in one move, whether it was those who were watching from the sky or those who were looking up to watch the show on the ground, all of them were extremely shocked.

"Oh, my God, what did I see? This hateful eastern man has actually defeated our distinguished angel team! How is this possible! "A black man stretched out his hands as if his faith had collapsed and shouted at the heavenly ghosts.

"Yes, yes, yes. My God, I really don't want to live anymore. It's too humiliating! How can our noble Angel Corps not be a match for lowly people!? God, open your eyes and stop sleeping!"

As for those ordinary Angels who were watching from the sky, upon seeing this situation, they first let out a cry and flew back over a hundred meters. Only then did they start discussing with expressions of disbelief.

"My God, this old man from the east must be a demon incarnation. We have to quickly report this to the baron and ask him to send troops to deal with this demon!"

Another ordinary angel shook his head. "This old demon's martial arts is too powerful. Even the baron is no match for him. It's better to report this to the viscount directly."

Thus, with a whoosh, a few bird men who were watching the show flapped their wings and reported excitedly.

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