The Seventeen Saints of the Holy Cross used their own essence and blood as a medium to awaken the fallen angel’s will.
Although it was just a trace of will, it was the will of the gods. It was like a trace of the will of the Daqian realm, which was scary enough.
The body of the fallen angel at this time is dominated by the fallen angel itself, and the fighting power is controlled by the members of the Holy Cross, which are completely two concepts.
The members of the Holy Cross can only call out the power to break the shackles, but they cannot use them freely, but the will of the gods is different.
In the deep pit, the Demon Shadow’s body appeared. Looking at the Demon Shadow again, the blood-red armor on his body was shattered, and the lower part of the mask on his face was all damaged. The corners of his mouth were blood mixed with black and red, and the Nine Tribulations Sword in his hand had been thrown off. Aside.
Mo Ying reached out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
In the next instant, the body of the fallen angel reappeared in front of the demon shadow, as before, hitting the demon shadow with a fist.
The falling angel’s speed was so fast that Zhang Xuan was almost unable to react. This fist hit the Demon Shadow’s abdomen with a heavy blow, and a mouthful of demon blood spurted out from the Demon Shadow’s mouth, but this time, the Demon Shadow was not hit. Hit the sky, but stand firmly on the ground.
A trace of suspicion appeared in the fallen angel’s eyes, and another punch hit Mo Ying’s abdomen.
The Demon Shadow still vomited demon blood, but his legs remained motionless.
The corner of Mo Ying’s blood-stained mouth suddenly showed a strange smile. At this moment, Mo Ying made a counterattack, banging his fist heavily on the shoulder of the fallen angel.
The fallen angel’s body shook, but he was not blasted with blood like a demon’s shadow.
“So weak.”
The Fallen Angel spit out two words and slammed his fist again. After a hard punch, the Moying made a counterattack.
The two figures attacked each other frantically. This style of play was like a death-death.
But the extent of the demon shadow’s injury far exceeded that of the fallen angel.
Every punch of the fallen angel caused heavy damage to the demon shadow.
The reason why Moying had a chance to fight back was not being blasted into the sky like before, because there was a black air current at each of his feet, binding his feet and clinging to the ground.
When the Fallen Angel showed his strength for the first time, Zhang Xuan understood that with the demon body he now possessed, he couldn’t compete with this true god at all. Normal fights are absolutely impossible. Only desperately can have a chance.
The two figures bombarded each other.
Mo Ying threw a punch again, but the fallen angel grabbed his wrist.
“The game should be over.”
The corner of the fallen angel’s mouth evoked a humanized smile, and he saw that his wrist was hard, and the arm of the demon shadow was turned directly in a circle, and then torn off by the fallen angel!
“what!!!!!!”
Zhang Xuan’s screams broke through the sky, and black and red blood spurted out.
This demon body was transformed by Zhang Xuan’s divine thoughts. At this time, Zhang Xuan merged into the demon body, and all the feelings of the demon body would be clearly transmitted to Zhang Xuan. Although it was not that Zhang Xuan’s right arm was torn off, the pain was Not a lot at all.
The fallen angel’s hands lit up with purple light, and then patted Zhang Xuan’s broken right arm with a palm. The moment the light met the wound, the purple light instantly penetrated the entire body of the magic shadow.
Mo Ying let out a roar, and saw it open its mouth and bit at the shoulder of the fallen angel.
The demon shadow madly bit the shoulder of the fallen angel. The face of the fallen angel changed. His hands were shining with purple light, and he kept hitting the demon shadow. The demon shadow’s feet could no longer merge with the ground, and his body became convex. He started, but the mouth was still biting on the shoulder of the fallen angel, and he didn’t let go.
The purple blood and the black and red devil’s blood continued to blend in Mo Ying’s mouth.
“Humble bug!”
The fallen angel gave a cold cry and threw the scepter in his hand forcefully. The scepter went straight up high in the sky. The scepter was covered by purple light in the sky, and then it fell straight down from the sky and penetrated from the top of the demon shadow’s head.
The demon shadow’s body, at this moment, was directly still, without any movement.
The fallen angel looked at the demon shadow in front of him and let out a sneer.
“A bed bug is a bed bug, damn thing!”
Demon Shadow’s mouth that bit the fallen angel’s shoulder also gradually relaxed.
The Fallen Angel stretched out a hand, grabbed the Demon Shadow’s head, and pressed his fingers to prepare to squeeze the Demon Shadow’s head.
At the moment when the fallen angel was about to squeeze the demon shadow’s head, the fallen angel’s face suddenly changed, and his body quickly retreated.
But the fallen angel can only move, that magic hand grabs the fallen angel’s arm, making it impossible for the fallen angel to leave.
A white flame suddenly burned on the body of the demon shadow, and the flame was also burning in the pupil of the demon shadow, and the broken right arm of the demon shadow re-growth in the burning flame.
This is the flame of Zhang Xuan’s bloodline!
This white flame scared the fallen angel.
“Get away!” The fallen angel screamed, trying to draw out the scepter that penetrates the demon shadow’s body.
But the fallen angel’s hand touched the scepter, and the scepter suddenly burned with a white flame. The flame caused the fallen angel to feel a sharp pain, and quickly released his hand.
“What a noble god!”
Mo Ying opened his mouth, and Zhang Xuan’s voice came out.
The blood-burning hands directly grabbed the two feathers behind the fallen angel and tore them forcefully.
This time, the fallen angel screamed, and the pair of feathers on his back were torn off by Zhang Xuansheng!
In Western mythology, the wings of angels represent the divine power of angels, and the legendary god king has twelve wings.
Wings are of vital importance to Western gods. At this time, a pair of wings were torn off, not only the body of the fallen angel, but also its strength.
“Impossible! Impossible!” The fallen angel looked at the demon shadow with horror. To be precise, it was looking at the white flames burning in the demon shadow’s pupils. That was the power of Zhang Xuan’s blood. “How could it be! How could it be? Appear here! Impossible!”
“It looks like you are very scared. Since you are scared, it will be easier!”
Mo Ying threw the wings in his hand, grabbed the fallen angel’s wings again, and tore it again.
“Ah!!!!!!!!! Ah!!!”
The fallen angel was wailing in pain.
“No, I beg you! Forgive me! Forgive…”
The Mo Ying smiled, grabbing the last pair of wings of the fallen angel, and tore them down mercilessly.
At this moment, the screams of the fallen angels resounded through the entire Great Thousand Realm. This was the wailing of the gods!
Behind the demon shadow, a black sickle was transformed, and the sickle was reflected in the fallen angel’s pupils. The purple eyes of the fallen angel became extremely black, and the fallen angel’s face suddenly appeared with a strong color of fear.
The demon shadow grabbed the shoulders of the fallen angel and leaped into the sky forcefully. The fallen angel showed no resistance at all.
The white flame on the Demon Shadow burned a cloud of blood, and the long-lost sunlight showered the entire body of the Demon Shadow.
Under this dazzling backlight, Mo Ying tore his hands, and the body of the god was completely torn apart in the air.
Divine blood, shed it!
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