The Temple of Heaven, the center of the temple of the Ram of the Ram.

The illusory twelve-winged god angel lying invisibly in the air, snoring and murmuring.

Suddenly, he sat up, took out a scroll from somewhere, pulled it apart and looked at it carefully.

After a while, the corners of his mouth raised upwards, closed the scroll with a snap, and his hands were behind him, like a scheming fox, flying slowly towards the outside of the temple.

"Xiao Jia, I'm sorry, for the future of the Holy Court and for the extraordinary future, you can sacrifice yourself gloriously..."

"Besides, what's wrong with following the Twelve Townsmen? If I had this treatment when I was young, let alone aggrieved, I would be willing to be ten times..."

"Sir Rossius, you, are you finally willing to come out?"

Outside the temple, the eight-winged lonely shadow angel was almost crying.

"Old ancestor, I won't take you to play like this..."

"You're sleeping inside, but in just a few years, the internal and external sects have changed and are in a mess..."

"After all, it is the "sequence holy son" of the Zulong Court that you have lost. We cannot give any explanation, or even give a decent explanation. If you are not up or down, what can you use to fool the Zulong?"

"If it were me, I would be angry and I would be in a state of anger and want to vent my heart in one breath..."

"Old ancestor, think of a solution quickly, don't expect us to wipe your butt..."

"The mother of Thunder and Lightning Dragon is still carrying Huanglong's corpse and blocking the door of the heavenly realm."

"A god giant returned from the battlefield. When I heard about this, I came to us for a look."

"What's the result? He went back and laughed for three days and three nights!"

"My angel clan cannot afford to lose this person..."

"You cannot ignore the face of your grandparents and descendants, and destroy the reputation that has been passed down through the ages..."

The Eight-Winged Lonely Shadow God Angel, nagging.

The depression and irritability in the tone and complaining words were exchanged for the twelve-winged angel god who was angrily scolded:

"You deserve the best strength and will always be stuck at the lowest level of the ancestor."

"Look at the strong battle, paradise, silence them, why didn't they come to me, but let you come?"

Bayi Guying said embarrassedly: "They are all busy people, so they have no time to work hard all day long for this..."

"You are also a god angel, are you very idle?"

Rossius glared at him, "After all, it's because they knew that since it was my decision, even if there were a few knives on his wings, no matter how unhappy they felt, they could only accept it and had no room for rejection."

"Old ancestor, then you're going to give me an explanation..."

Bayi Guying felt aggrieved like a young wife. "The dragon mother has been away from the front line for nearly ten years. This time is not long or short."

"For her, she can barely tolerate it, so she can hold on for a while."

"But if you drag on it, the paradise and the strong battle will always have to be crazy first."

"After all, it is the belief of the angel clan in the Realm Sect, and it is half a pillar."

"Every time I was beaten by the Dragon Mother as a sandbag, I never took advantage from beginning to end. This is too cold, and I feel ashamed of them..."

"Well... Among the second generation of ancestor dragons, in addition to fighting, the mother of Thunder and Lightning should be the mother of the lightning and has the talent to be proud of the world."

"It's normal for you to not beat her." Rossius said slowly and lightly:

"But these are about to become past tense."

"Tell me a message, just say that the human being is safe and sound, and will be able to leave the ancient heaven and return to the existing world."

"As for the ancient covenant, or the human covenant of the god angel... it's no longer important."

"Why?" Bayi Guying was stunned for a moment, her mind couldn't turn.

One of the drafters of the Covenant that year included Rothus.

The arrogance deep in his heart is not revealed on weekdays.

At critical moments, it will definitely be wider than the sky, and there are few Eight-Winged Divine Angels that can reach it.

For example, there are too many real cases in the dusty ancient file to describe how domineering, self-reliant and ruthless Roseus was at his peak.

He is the twelve-winged angel god who is in charge of verdict and judgment!

Just because of this human being, slap yourself in the face?

But even if we don't talk about the covenant.

The impact of contracting the angels on the angels is no less than that of the end of the world.

Even if many six-winged angels dare not speak much, they still have ten thousand small thoughts in their hearts.

After all, the belief they were instilled from childhood to adulthood was born with wings and never fall into dust.

If you crawl on the ground and walk like insects and ants, it will be the greatest pollution to your bloodline and the most serious erosion to your beliefs.

As one of the most extraordinary and strongest ethnic groups, with enough strength to be self-sufficient and self-improvement, why should we surrender to humans, become a "pet beast" and fall into an infinite passive position?

"Old ancestor, you rely on your supreme reputation and a little shameless face to force things to do, but ignore the will of others. It is ultimately a huge trouble..."

"If you can't do it well, the Holy Court suffers a small loss. If you can't recover and be accidentally stepped on by the Zulong Court and the giant king court, the three-legged tripod that had been maintained for a long time, collapsed. This is the fatal trauma..."

"Go and go, it belongs to your crow's mouth."

Rossius waved impatiently, as if he was driving away the flies.

"The things I made in my life are big and small, tens of thousands."

"Even if there are individual mistakes and injustice, it has never affected the foundation."

"What's more, what you're worried about is actually not a problem."

"Strong battles, paradise, steel elbows, anger... They are worried that outsiders will intervene in the ethnic group, and the beliefs of middle and low angels will collapse. This is reasonable."

"But...just as the current situation..."

"The Lord Bai's surname is actually our own people!"

Roseus smiled slightly and said incredibly:

"His relationship with us was earlier than Long Ting. We were his real family. How could our family suppress our family?"

"Ancestral Dragon Court is just lucky, and with the help of the old man who fate, he forcibly intervened and seized some of the initiative."

"I haven't even settled the account. They dare to talk nonsense. It's not good to be here or there. I'd say I'd like to invite Mirenda to greet the old guys in the Zulong Ship..."

"Ah?" The lonely shadow of the eight-winged wings was as if struck by lightning, and the sacred light was shattered, and his head was completely filled with absurd emotions.

Rossius was still unsatisfied and continued to complain:

"What a pity, Xiao Zulong signed a natal contract, and it is unlikely to break the connection."

"Then we can only be wronged by our angel clan, give Long Ting a chance to be a concubine, and divide up some of the Taoist fruits that originally belonged to us..."

"Well...if they don't accept it, I can't do anything."

"The raw rice has been cooked, what can they do to me?"
Chapter completed!