Cultivating Immortals For All: I Can Modify The Script Of Life

Chapter 287: Black Phantom, Mysterious Man

"So that's it. I felt a certain kind of divinity just now. Is it because the power contained in this war hammer can attract evil creatures and be hurt by the divinity after touching the war hammer?"

Thoughtful, Li Ang put the crystal warhammer back on his waist, and walked deep into the corridor.

...

"Who are you!?"

Li Ang's sudden appearance in the secret room aroused the vigilance of many ghosts and ghouls.

He ignored those ghosts and ghouls, and his eyes fell on the front, standing on an old man beside the coffin.

The old man has white beard and hair, hunched back, a heavy cloak on his body, and a bronze mask covering the upper half of his face.

In his hand he held a ring that shone with silver light.

Li Ang knew that ring, it was the jewel ring that Elena showed him.

His eyes moved from the gemstone ring to the old man, his eyes were slightly concentrated, and he remained silent.

"This ring..."

His eyeballs twirled, his head worked quickly, recalling Elena telling own information:

"Arya Fitz is a Heavenly Father-level powerhouse, she used to be the captain of the guard of the Temple of Heaven, and possesses incomparable physical strength.

She was an ancient elf who had participated in the hegemony among the nations and conquered endless continents, and finally died in the twilight of the gods and was buried in the temple of heaven. "

"You are...the inheritor of Arya Fitz...we have been waiting for a long time..."

Under the mask, it was pitch black, no sound could be heard, only slight gasps could be heard, as if something was stirring in his chest.

"As expected of an ancient powerhouse, even Death Thousand Years still maintains a strong vitality..."

Li Ang admired in his heart, lowered his eyelids, and stared at Own's legs.

However, when he restrained his momentum, he turned into a short boy with a thin figure and an immature face.

"My name is Li Ang, from China... How about you?"

Li Ang looked at the masked old man and asked softly.

"My name is Nick and I..."

The masked old man's voice was low and hoarse, and he was about to speak when Li Ang waved his hand to stop him.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work first."

Li Ang shook his head, picked up a burning candle, and lit the light in the secret room.

Under the illumination of the candles, a picture scroll emerged in the secret room, on which a girl was looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, her face was beautiful and serene.

That girl was Alia.

Li Ang's pupils constricted, the scene in front of him was constructed by Illusion Art, but it was not an illusion, it was a real thing that existed!

He looked at the scroll carefully, and the scene in the painting was astonishingly the same as what he had seen in his dream, even the posture of Alia looking up at the bright moon was exactly the same, lifelike and real.

The statue of Arya actually exists in the Temple of Heaven, and in a sense, this painting is a Magic Treasures!

"You... how did you get in?"

Nick's voice came from under the helmet, and he seemed to be shocked, "This is a sacred object bestowed by the master—the tear of an angel. You actually brought it into the Temple of Heaven, which violates the dogma of the Church of the Holy Light!"

"Hehe, dogma, shit dogma."

Li Ang smiled, raised his hand to grab the Angel's Tears, then frowned, and shouted, "Get out!"

buzz buzz.

Streams of pure and cold energy poured into his body along the palm of his hand, which suddenly lifted his spirit, and his whole person's energy and energy instantly rose.

"Hahaha, stupid outsider, you shouldn't have broken in here!"

A roar suddenly sounded from behind.

Li Ang turned around, only to see a black phantom rushing from a distance.

It was a mysterious man covered in a cloak.

He was wearing a close-fitting black suit, a black hat, clogs, and a black spear in his hand. Every time he took a step, the floor would creak, like some kind of beast.

Li Ang's expression suddenly became serious, and the aura of the person in front of him made him feel dangerous instinctively.

The mysterious man rushed to the front in the blink of an eye, his figure flickered, and he disappeared from sight in an instant.

Li Ang's pupils contracted sharply, and he felt the light flickering in front of him, and he caught a few faint shadows, but he couldn't distinguish them clearly.

"Hmph, small tricks."

The corner of Li Ang's mouth curled into a sneer, and he closed his eyes.

In his spiritual world, stars flicker and jump, and a bright river rushes and roars, forming a huge spiritual Realm around him.

In an instant, the scene in the entire secret room was reflected in his spiritual world, showing every detail.

The mysterious man hid in the void, motionless, as if he had given up his sneak attack, and wanted to wait for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

However, Li Ang glanced indifferently, slowly raised his arm, pinched the ring with his index finger and thumb, and pressed hard.

Click.

The angel's tears were crushed, and a cloud of milky white mist rose up, turning into a halo, expanding rapidly.

In the center of the halo, Arya's sculpture began to tremble, leaving the wall inch by inch, and floating up from the ground.

Li Ang opened his eyes suddenly, raised his right arm, bent his five fingers, pointed at the mysterious man, and punched out hard.

boom!

The mysterious man's body that had not yet been solidified suddenly burst, and the scattered bone tissue was reduced to ashes and completely annihilated.

Li Ang's body shook slightly, he clenched his fist again, looked at the smoke and dust left on his palm, and muttered to himself: "The tears of angels are really useful, so I can also summon angels to descend."

Beside him, Aliya's sculpture gradually solidified, and the armor on her body glowed softly.

Alia's sculpture raised her head slowly, staring at the strange boy in front of her, showing a warm and kind smile, her voice was sweet and calm,

"Welcome to my world... You should thank the Lord God, otherwise, I don't know when I will meet a suitable heir."

Li Ang was taken aback, and asked, "You... are Alia's soul?"

"That's right, I am Aliya, the angelic spirit created by the Lord God."

Aliya nodded slightly and explained: "Before you came, this place has been dead and silent. Apart from me and you, there is no other life. We spent a long time alone in the dark."

"So you are orphans..."

Li Ang was a little bit embarrassed. He didn't expect that two homeless orphans were imprisoned in the Temple of Heaven.

At this time, Aliya changed the subject and asked: "Since you are here, what is your goal? Are you seeking revenge from me?"

Li Ang shrugged, "No, I'm just here to seek asylum because I have a Little Sister who was kidnapped by a group of crazy devils."

"I see, this is the person I'm waiting for."

Alia showed a comprehension expression on her face, "That's fine, the Lord God's plan needs the injection of fresh blood, are you willing to join the Lord God's plan?"

"Huh? Join?" Li Ang raised his eyebrows.