Jibril's Supernatural Journey

But even so, Beng Xiao is still a spell released at the cost of the life of the dragon essence.

Beng Xiao did not aim at Azrael, because the dragon spirits knew that with Azrael's power, even Beng Xiao could evade, even if one wing had the ability to resist its attack sporadically.

At least I don't think Beng Xiao can kill Azrael.

At the same time, every dragon essence species is an existence that has lived for a long time, so it is natural to see people's eyes.

That Flügel is very special!

"Desperate!"

The cursed whispers of the dragon spirits turned into a cannon that pierced through everything.

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"Jeep!!"

Azrael's eyes widened, and her excessive worry even made her speechless.

Looking at the crash coming from the impact, the huge power can destroy all the attacks in front of you.

The huge power and the breath of death are almost despairing.

However, even in the face of this despair, Jibril was still smiling.

"knowledge

Is there traffic control? "

Jibril smiled.

In an instant, countless magic circles appeared layer by layer, infinite auras condensed, and complex spells were unfolded. At the last moment, several layers of spells were constructed instinctively, and they were fully avoided.

It's not a real traffic control, it's just a spell that can deflect the crash.

With Jibril's fighting talent, she instinctively compiled such a spell!

At the same time, the nearby Flügels also began to act.

He was already guarding against the collapse, not to mention Azrael, it would be too useless if he could lose a single dragon essence.

Countless brilliance appeared in an instant, buying precious time for Jibril.

The dark-colored cannon instantly penetrated through layers of techniques, shifted layer by layer, and finally penetrated the last light wheel technique in front of him, passing by with a slight attack.

The rainbow-like hair was slightly scorched, with the slightest cold sweat, it was just about to die, but there was a happy smile on his face.

The instinct to fight is integrated into the Flügel's bones, and the battle comes from the heart, and even if the heart palpitates, it is extremely happy.

Not afraid of death, as long as she can fight, even if they die together in the end, that is her own victory!

This is the Fluttershy!

At the end of the battle, the flesh of the dragon essence slowly dissipated. In its unwillingness, the flesh and blood melted, leaving only the bones all over the body.

"Jeep sauce!!"

Azrael hugged her and rubbed Jibril's face like a child when Jibril felt the blow of death just now.

After returning to her senses, she wanted to escape, but there was no way. The opponent was obviously stronger than her. Whether it was strength or other, even using Sky Shift, she couldn't avoid Azrael.

Realizing this problem, Jibril looked at Azrael who was about to lick her up, and showed a look of disgust.

"Senior hentai, can I ask you not to do such a shameful thing?"

Jibril looked at a cockroach with contempt, and that deep malice stung Azrael's heart, causing her to pose as ORZ, her figure floating in the air was full of gray.

"But the movement of Jeep-chan's dodging just now is so handsome..."

After the battle, some Flügels also became active.

"Yes, yes, if it were me, I would definitely not be able to escape, I could only rely on collective defensive techniques."

"There is also that Sky Strike. Although it can't condense its power to the extreme, the power of the strike from the air is also very strong. It can not only create opportunities, but if it crushes some ants, it must be very handsome and comfortable."

"As expected of our sister!"

With a slightly smiling tone, the Flügel said cheerfully.

They are clearly in hell, but they are smiling happily, because they are the ones who turned this planet into hell!

Even if she understood this deeply, Jibril still had no disgust, because now she was one of the perpetrators.

She has no ability to change this, she can only adapt to its rules and work hard to become stronger.

After reaching the strongest, they have the ability to restrain and plan them.

What's more, even if she doesn't like meaningless killing, she is still a Flügel, a god-killing weapon!

Back in Abant, before everyone came to the throne, they kneeled on the ground reverently, and even Azrael put away her idiot-like appearance and made a serious report.

Only Jibril knelt down on one knee and looked directly at Artosh, which was extremely conspicuous in the circle of Flügel.

Some Flügels were terrified, they didn't expect their youngest sister to do such a rude thing.

But they soon discovered that the Lord did not punish Jibril.

There was a little doubt in my heart, but then I understood.

It is really enviable, to be so forgiving by the Lord.

The Flügels thought in their hearts that this expedition was just to deal with a dragon spirit, and Azrael didn't even need to go out.

And the reason why Azrael shot herself and reported to the God of War was obviously because their youngest sister wanted to hear her performance.

Even if the God of War's eyes can penetrate three thousand worlds, wanting to know the process is only a matter of one thought.

Hearing Azrael's narration, Artosh smiled.

It's just this smile that all the Flügels can understand, not to them, but to Jibril alone.

Feelings of jealousy, envy, etc. emerged in my heart, but they were quickly suppressed, and I must not be rude in front of the Lord, even if it was just an idea!

"Yes, the ability to act just after being created is not just the power I gave, but it is also honing its own soul to become stronger."

Artesio smiled and stroked his black beard, and praised.

Hearing Artosh's praise, Jibril couldn't help but smile, as if she was praised by her parents, with a faint blush on her face.

"I'm still a long way off, and if I want to achieve my goals, I'm still far from it!"

Jibril smiled.

"Even so, it's worthy of praise, my wings, what reward do you need." Artixu smiled. Since he created Jibril, he found that he had changed a lot.

However, this change is not a bad thing, on the contrary, there is a faint expectation in his heart.

Even if he understood, it was almost impossible for Jibril to surpass herself.

However, only by breaking this impossibility can he be reached, and it is precisely because of this that he is so looking forward to it.

Hearing this, Jibril thought for a moment, and then said, "I want you to create the divine nucleus technique of wings...

Chapter 8 Giants

Fifty years passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period of time, Jibril has participated in many wars, whether it is against the forest elves, giants, or even dragons and fantasy species, and has been injured countless times. After repairs become stronger.

However, she has also been controlling the final output, and there is no situation where she has exhausted her strength and turned into a child.

If that happened, it would be even more impossible to resist Azrael.

With the passage of time, polishing her soul on the battlefield and refining her skills, her strength has gradually increased, and her elf power has almost doubled.

As for the many spells, although there are still few spells that can work on her existence at this level, they have accumulated a considerable amount of background.

It's just that in the eyes of ordinary Flügel, this kind of background is purely a waste of time.

After all, as long as there is the core spell of the Flügel, the halo above the head, the spells are not only the ultimate move, sky shift, sky strike, etc., but are all-encompassing and belong to the divine nucleus!

The books Jibril read were basically useless. For the Flügel who spread the flames of war, this kind of thing might only be viewed as a hobby.Even though she herself has been shaken, in order to strengthen her determination, she has created some interesting toys.

Meanwhile, in the process, Jibril discovered something.

Humans have limits!

Even the Flügel, if it weren't for the existence of the Ex-Machina's computing power reaching the Divine Realm, it would be almost impossible to read the books in the library in a short period of time.

This is a collection that has been collected for tens of thousands of years. Although a lot of them have been lost and destroyed, even so, even the Flügels themselves do not know how many magic books they have collected.

So, I, Jibril, don't be human

Heck, there must be a way to do it.

The Flügel didn't need to rest, she was a weapon of war and her energy was unlimited.

However, even so, she still wonders whether she has read one-tenth of these books in 50 years.

The Flügel library itself houses most of the books collected by the Flügel, and a considerable part is collected by Azrael.

By the way, although the book sharing bill has not yet been proposed, a considerable number of Flügel have put the books they have collected in the library because their youngest sister, Jibril, likes it.

Although they are the perpetrators of this planet, as long as the internal members are not involved, the only Lord, Artesius, the God of War, the other Flügels are very united.

Because every Flügel is created by the Lord and belongs to the Lord's private things, it is naturally impossible to allow the phenomenon of waste (cannibalism) to occur.

Plus Jibril is really popular.

In terms of unity, even without external pressure, the Flügel are still stronger than most creatures.

"What is the best way to do it."

Jibril tugged at her hair in annoyance. If it wasn't for the quality of her hair, she might have lost all of her hair.

Based on her vast knowledge, Jibril has been developing a technique similar to her clone.

But it was too difficult.

Especially for the Flügel, the soul and the body are integrated. If you want to separate the original source into the body, it is too much of a loss, and even if the original source is damaged, the gain will outweigh the loss.

But even if a person does not sleep or eat, it is still not enough.

What's more, Jibril's patience is not that good. In her spare time, I asked Abant to open up an area, and then use magic and the knowledge in her mind to experiment little by little, and finally made exquisite dishes.