Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 198 Eastern God of War VS Western Angel (Please subscribe, please vote for the monthly ticket, please vote for the recommendation ticket.)
"One of the four archangels, in charge of the four elements, fire!

"Holy Angel——Michael!"

Meng Fan couldn't help but narrow his eyes, his expression a little surprised. He really didn't expect that the Western sects had such means.

In Western mythology, Michael is a brave and courageous person. Although he is warlike, he is full of compassion and has an absolute denial and ruthless annihilation of evil.

It is the embodiment of absolute justice, without any trace of darkness.

As the sun-like light set, a god-like figure came into view. He held a flaming sword in his hand, his silver armor gleaming as if illuminating all the darkness. His expression was stern, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

It gives people the feeling of a puppet body, just like a sculpture made of wood, stone and clay.

"The method of divine descent?"

"interesting!"

Meng Fan raised his lips, and then shouted to Wang Zhenqiu: "Nezha, listen to my order. For the time being, detain the Yamata no Orochi in the Linglong Pagoda, and cooperate with others to clear the demons in the lower world. As for this angel, I will play with him!"

"Order!"

Wang Zhenqiu nodded, put away the demon-slaying sword in his hand, patted the big snake under him, and said with regret: "You are really lucky. I wanted to pull out your demon tendons!"

Yamata no Orochi had cold sweat on his forehead, indicating that there was no need to do that. At the same time, he was secretly glad that he had escaped from Wang Zhenqiu.

Wang Zhenqiu loosened the Hun Tian Ling in his hand, and the thousand-foot red silk rolled, binding the Yamata no Orochi in an instant. Then he slapped the leopard skin bag on his waist, and a golden pagoda with eight treasures and exquisite relics appeared in his hand.

It looks like seven floors. According to myths and legends, it has the ability to capture demons and suppress evil spirits. It was originally a treasure of Li Tianwang, the Heavenly King, and possesses unparalleled power, and is good at subduing demons and ghosts.

Wang Zhen threw the tower into the air, and it became as big as a mountain, as if an ancient sacred mountain was covering the sky. Endless suction burst out from the bottom of the tower, and in a blink of an eye, it took in the bound and squirming Yamata no Orochi.

Then Wang Zhenqiu, Zhang Chulan and others looked at each other and went somewhere else.

At the same time, Meng Fan issued a military order, and more than 18,000 heavenly soldiers and generals set up ladders to descend to the earth, press down the clouds, and sweep away the evil spirits in Longhu Mountain!

"Just let me meet you!"

The three-pointed, two-edged sword in Meng Fan's hand was surrounded by thousands of thunders. He even pointed the sword at his forehead. In an instant, the golden pattern between his eyebrows lit up and emitted strands of golden light.

It transformed into a golden pillar and shot towards the archangel Michael.

At this moment, the flaming sword in Michael's hand had condensed endless heat, which was a pure fire that was enough to burn all the sins in the world.

Under the silver armor, his figure did not move, but circles of blazing halos surrounded his body, as if the sun had descended, distorting the surrounding space.

"heresy!"

"I will judge you for your crime of disobeying the oracle!"

Michael's voice was like thunder, echoing between heaven and earth, without a trace of emotion, but full of unquestionable majesty, with the flaming sword in his hand raised high.

Then, the golden pillar and the flaming sword collided in mid-air, bursting into a dazzling light, as if two stars were colliding, shaking the entire sky of Longhu Mountain.

Michael's figure couldn't stop retreating.

The next moment, Meng Fan's speed reached the extreme, and he appeared in front of Michael like a flash of lightning, and the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand burst into thunder. The two fought again, and saw arcs of lightning and flames intertwined, and energy fluctuations spread around like a tide. Wherever it passed, the rocks collapsed and the trees turned to ashes.

Afterwards, the golden light of the sun fell rapidly, and was hit into the soil and rocks of the mountain by Meng Fan's huge force, leaving a deep "big" character.

A dignified angel couldn't even withstand Meng Fan's three moves and two styles. A trace of disappointment flashed in Meng Fan's eyes.

When the bishops of the Western sects saw the angel being frustrated, they immediately worshipped more devoutly, and the holy light on their bodies almost turned into pure white flames and burned themselves.

At the same time, the faces of these bishops began to age rapidly.

Meng Fan couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw this. He finally understood that this Archangel Michael was just a show-off and his lives were connected to the bishops of these Western sects.

These people communicate with the power of incense and vows through devout belief, and inject their own lives and cultivation into the vital energy, combining with the power of incense and vows to condense into the shape of Archangel Michael.

In other words, it can be said as Michael, Gabriel, or even Jehovah, but it lacks the essence and fails to further develop the magical effect of the power of incense and vows.

The essence of the power of incense and vows lies in the fact that they are themselves transformed from spiritual thoughts, and can be used to leverage the Qi of heaven and earth to display all kinds of miracles.

But this Michael, this method of divine descent, has an operating mechanism that is not even as good as the method of summoning gods, and is full of crude meaning. It can be used to deceive people.

If a real battle breaks out, facing a being like myself armed with conceptual godhood, he will be at a loss.

In a sense, Western sects have completely gone astray, and are far inferior to the Eastern way of practicing to gain power within oneself and cultivating both the body and the soul, which is a noble and correct way.

But this is not surprising. It is related to cultural beliefs. The Chinese people believe that heaven is vigorous and a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement. However, those Western myths only place hope on the so-called gods and pray that God will have mercy on the world.

However, the devout offerings and prayers of these bishops were not completely useless. Michael staggered to his feet from the rocks.

The whole body radiated a sun-like light, which then condensed into substance, resembling golden colored glass, like a sword of judgment.

"Heretics, God says, you will be punished by God!"

Hearing this voice, Meng Fan sneered disdainfully: "God? Then let me tell you what God is!"

Meng Fan simply didn't even need the three-pointed, double-edged sword. In his hand appeared a huge mountain-splitting axe, which was engraved with magnificent golden Taoist characters and swelled in the wind.

Finally it became several dozen feet long!

Meng Fan grinned grimly, grasped the handle of the splitting axe in his hand, and swung it in a circle with force.

Rumble!
Boom boom boom......

There were continuous roars like splitting mountains and breaking peaks. The so-called Sword of Judgment was like a small toothpick, which was directly crushed into powder by the splitting axe. The scene was really brutal!

"God, right? Angel, right? Do you know what the sky is big, the earth is big, and the fist is the biggest?"

"I'm going to tell you today that in this world, I have the strongest fist and I am the most powerful!"

Finally, Meng Fan stepped on the delicate face of Archangel Michael with his feet wearing cloud-stepping shoes, and continued to crush it.

"Let me tell you something. The affairs of China do not need you Western gods to interfere. Come on, I'll kill you!"

(End of this chapter)