When she heard that she was going to be thrown into exile, Cheng Qianxun became a little anxious.
Heaven must have no sense of time.
It would be trivial to leave her there for ten or eight years.
How could she escape and return in a hundred years?
When they arrived in the mortal world, their relatives and Sneijder had probably been reincarnated dozens of times.
Unable to be exiled, Cheng Qianxun thought for a moment and then pretended to be coveted and asked: "Is it close to the Tree of Life?"
All the angels rolled their eyes at her, and Raphael smiled bitterly: "It's really close there."
Thinking about this undead woman with excessive energy, what if Raphael got into all kinds of tricks and stole fruit from trees regardless of morning or evening?
She couldn't cut it with the blade of fire.
She thought that she would go to the underworld.
Raphael is not going to treat others, he should treat his own headache first.
One of the angels whispered: "Just restrict movement."
There are many ways to restrict movement, such as binding or tying a heavy object to your hands and feet. . .
When Cheng Qianxun heard this, he immediately exploded.
His hand turned into a sword.
He pointed it at the other person's nose and cursed: "Do you call this an angel?
Should an angel restrict my actions with a heart like a Bodhisattva?
Huh?"
In the underworld, the Satans did not restrict my actions, but here they play such tricks.
I am guilty, so I will naturally be thrown into hell.
It is not my turn to be punished by the heaven.
If the heaven is not afraid of the jokes of the underworld, just try it."
Faced with such an imposing appearance, he was even more fierce than his superior Uriel.
I have never heard of any undead who dared to hold a sword to the nose of an angel, and in front of such an angel of the highest rank.
Think about it, this woman cannot be threatened with punishment, nor can she be suppressed with faith.
What she believes in is not the supreme God, but Pluto.
Seeing the black feather pendant around her neck emitting gurgling black light along with the sword in her hand, the angel swallowed her words.
Uriel couldn't stand it anymore and turned towards Cheng Qianxun with a fierce face: "You little mortal, why are you so arrogant?
Don't think we can't deal with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Qianxun flew up and struck him with his sword.
Uriel was stunned.
First, he dodges.
His body is huge, so his movements are naturally very spectacular.
Cheng Qianxun slashed at him with his sword and said in a deep voice: "Aren't you going to deal with me?
Draw your sword, draw your sword."
How dare Uriel draw his sword?
Once his fire blade touches the undead, the undead will immediately fall into hell.
And that's what the other party wants.
She doesn't want to stay in the heaven, but wants to go to the underworld.
He could only hide and hide again, and finally flew into the sky.
But Cheng Qianxun chased after him without mercy, and even more vigorously made the sword in his hand emit black light when he waved it, and struck Uriel like black lightning.
Raphael raised his head and watched with interest.
She actually clapped softly and praised: "It's so amazing.
She is the most powerful undead I have ever seen.
Her power should be comparable to that of a manager in the underworld."
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"Wow, you can use your magic so easily.
Uriel has never been so embarrassed."
The other angels looked at him.
But he still raised his hand, put his palm on his eyebrow, looked around, and reminded kindly: "Master Uriel, be careful of her sword.
It was created with the magic power of the underworld, and it was hit.
For It’s very painful for us angels.”
If it weren't for the Seraphim, Uriel's men would all want to say that Raphael is really a bad friend.
In fact, this level of attack was enough to resist, but the problem was that he couldn't use the sword.
After dodging left and right, Uriel became anxious.
He roared angrily: "Archangel, you brought her here.
If you don't stop her, I will fight back."
Midalun said leisurely: "Don't embarrass Uriel anymore."
Michael could only sigh slightly, and he jumped up.
Golden light appeared in his hand. . .
Cheng Qianxun was chopping vigorously, using a sword to kill a seraph.
Who has ever done that?
It was so cool.
Suddenly a golden sword appeared in front of him and blocked him.
The black and golden swords collided, and Cheng Qianxun was suddenly thrown away.
She stepped back more than ten meters before she stabilized her body.
Michael was seen holding the holy sword, staying in mid-air, blocking Uriel.
The golden sword was pointed at the ground.
His tall body stood in mid-air, his handsome face was extremely calm, and he said in a gentle voice: "The holy sword will not send you to hell, but it will cause wounds on your body.
During the healing period, "Chang, stop fooling around."
Cheng Qianxun felt that her hand was numb and aching.
She looked at the hand holding the sword and smiled: "I finally feel it, very good, very good."
He smiled so sadly, struggled hard for resurrection, climbed up from the lowest level of hell, and finally failed.
She focused her eyes, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "What a sword.
Have you ever pointed your sword at Pluto like this before?
Hahaha.
It is also a great honor to be able to be cut by such a sword.
I'm so happy."
"Happy" Raphael below shouted: "Don't be impulsive, the Archangel can annihilate the 150,000 Assyrian army that invaded Jerusalem overnight."
But these words couldn't stop Cheng Qianxun.
She wasn't even afraid of death, so why should she be afraid?
She held the black sword in hand and used her thoughts to drive all the magic power in her body and rushed over.
Time seemed to slow down.
In mid-air, Cheng Qianxun felt that the undead kneeling on the ground raised their heads in astonishment and opened their mouths slightly, looking at the wonders in mid-air that they might miss and never see again.
A seemingly ordinary undead, with a small stature, possesses so much power that he not only dares to attack Uriel, but also dares to challenge the Archangel Michael.
Her whole body emits black light, just like the sun during a solar eclipse.
Although it is dark, no amount of darkness can still block the light it emits from the darkness.
Cheng Qianxun gathered all his scattered eyes and focused on Michael, who was getting closer and closer. . .
The extremely handsome face is exactly the same as Pluto.
Except for the different color of hair and eyes, it is almost impossible to tell who is who.
Hades. . .
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Cheng Qianxun looked at this almost perfect face and felt that his heart, which had probably become a phantom, was weakening.
Pluto has been helping her silently, like a pearl in the darkness, emitting a soft light.
Give her hope as she climbs the endless ladder.
The fierce evil energy coming out of her body gradually dissipated, and Michael's face transformed into that of Pluto, with black eyes and long hair, looking at her not far in front. . .
If you can't return to the underworld, just die.
When will this end?
. .
When Raphael felt something was wrong, Midalon had already shouted: "Michael, stop" But it was too late.
Michael suddenly swung the golden sword pointed at the ground, and a golden light flew out from the sword body and flew towards Cheng Qianxun, who was already five steps away.
Golden light flew from her sword-holding arm to her shoulders, but the sword in her hand had disappeared along with the violent aura all over her body.
She didn't seem to feel that she was hit by the sword, and still flew towards Michael.
When she arrived in front of Michael, she stopped, suspended in mid-air, and looked at Michael holding the sword in his hand a little dreamily.
From Michael's eyes, which were as blue as the clear sky, she saw her own face and the sadness in her eyes that could never be erased.
She looked deeply at Michael's face, but there was a smile on her lips.
A red color seeped out from the clothes on her shoulders, which was so dazzling. . .
The undead will also bleed the same red color as mortals.
The long years have allowed angels to experience almost everything that mortals would experience, even things that would take mortals several lifetimes.
But Michael still looked at the undead face to face three steps away from him with a little surprise.
She finally couldn't hold on anymore, and after swaying slightly, her thin body fell down.
Michael quickly shouted: "Raphael" "Here, there" Raphael raised his hands and raised his head, constantly changing his position, trying to catch Cheng Qianxun who was falling, and shouted: "Don't worry, I will definitely I’ll catch it, don’t worry.”
With him like this, even the two-winged angel next to him felt unreliable.
Just wait and see the undead fall heavily to the ground after he catches the air.
Cheng Qianxun fell, and suddenly her body stopped falling, and a holy light surrounded her body. . .
Everyone looked along the holy light, and it turned out to be Midalon.
He stretched out a hand, and the holy light in his hand held Cheng Qianxun and slowly lowered it down.
"Oh, I can catch it.
Okay, forget it, just catch it, no matter who it is."
Raphael slowly held Cheng Qianxun's slender body with both hands.
At the same time, in front of his feet The clouds on the ground began to rise, and soon they piled up into a cuboid made of clouds, like a bed.
Raphael carefully placed Cheng Qianxun on it, and gently tore open the clothes on her shoulders with his fingers.
A half-inch deep wound, which if it were a mortal, would have been visible to the bone, was deeply carved into her shoulder.
In the center, blood was pouring out.
He covered it with his palm.
Cheng Qianxun frowned slightly, but forced a smile, and his voice trembled slightly because of the pain: "You are right, it really hurts, it hurts.
It hurts so good."
Raphael's palms covered Cheng Qianxun's entire shoulders.
His palms glowed faintly and the bleeding stopped quickly.
He smiled kindly: "My heart aches even more."
Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but her eyes turned red when she mentioned the painful part, and she closed her eyes.
Raphael treated him and said with a smile: "The injury is not serious.
Lord Michael is never merciful towards his enemies, but he is also full of compassion.
Obviously he does not regard you as an enemy, otherwise your whole body will be cut into pieces."
When the two petals are gone, their souls will dissipate and they will be completely dead.
Even I can’t save them.”
"Then let me die."
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Cheng Qianxun closed her eyes, her heart filled with grief and anger that could not be vented.
Heaven would not let her die, nor would it let her live.
Did she have to be tamed into an obedient sheep?
Will you let her go?
Michael flew down, the holy sword in his hand disappeared, and walked slowly to Cheng Qianxun's side.
He looked down, with unknown thoughts in his blue eyes.
Uriel walked over, stood next to Michael and said, "She didn't assassinate you just because he looks like..."
Michael turned his head abruptly, with a rare evil look on his handsome face and a sinister look in his eyes.
People like Uriel also swallowed the word "Pluto" hard
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