Dragon King Hall

Chapter 2070 The Wailing of the Gods

The 17 members of the Holy Cross used burning their own essence and blood as a medium to briefly awaken the awakening of the will of the fallen angels.

Although it is only a trace of will, it is the will of the gods. This is like a trace of will in the Dao of the Great Thousand Realm, which is already terrifying enough.

At this time, the body of the fallen angel is dominated by the fallen angel. The combat power and the control of the members of the Holy Cross are completely two concepts.

Members of the Holy Cross can only summon the power to break the shackles, but they cannot use it freely, but the will of the gods is different.

In the deep pit, the body of the phantom appeared. Looking at the phantom again, the blood-red armor on his body was broken, and the lower half of the mask on his face was also completely damaged. The corner of his mouth was mixed with black and red blood, and the Nine Tribulations Sword in his hand had been thrown aside. .

Specter reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, the body of the fallen angel appeared in front of the phantom again, and just like before, he punched phantom.

The speed of the fallen angel was so fast that Henry Zhang couldn't react at all. This punch hit the ghost's abdomen hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the ghost's mouth, but this time, the ghost was not hit Hit the sky, but stand firmly on the ground.

A trace of suspicion appeared in the fallen angel's eyes, and he punched the phantom in the abdomen again.

The specter still spit out demonic blood, but her legs didn't move at all.

The corner of the phantom's blood-smeared mouth suddenly showed a weird smile. At this moment, the phantom counterattacked and punched the fallen angel's shoulder heavily.

The fallen angel's body shook, but he was not blasted out of blood like the phantom.

"So weak."

The fallen angel spat out two words and punched again. After the phantom resisted the punch, it fought back again.

The two figures attacked each other crazily like this, as if they were desperate.

But the extent of the phantom's injuries far surpassed that of the fallen angel.

Every punch of the fallen angel caused heavy damage to the phantom.

The reason why the phantom had a chance to fight back was that he was not blasted into the sky like before, because there was a black air current at each of his feet, binding his feet and buckling them to the ground.

When the fallen angel showed his strength for the first time, Henry Zhang understood that with the demon body he had now mastered, he could not compete with this real god at all. He would never be able to fight normally. Only by working hard can he have a chance.

The two figures bombarded each other.

The phantom threw another punch, but was grabbed by the wrist by the fallen angel.

"It's game over."

The corner of the fallen angel's mouth evoked a humane smile, and seeing his wrist forcefully, the phantom's arm was spun in a circle, and then was torn off by the fallen angel!

"what!!!!!!"

Henry Zhang's screams broke through the sky, and black and red blood sprayed out.

This demon body was transformed by Henry Zhang's spiritual thoughts. At this time, Henry Zhang merged into the demon body, and all the feelings of the demon body would be clearly transmitted to Henry Zhang. Although it was not the right arm of Henry Zhang's body that was torn off, the pain was not. Nothing less.

The fallen angel's hand lit up with a purple light, and then slapped Henry Zhang's wound on his broken right arm. At the moment when the light met the wound, the purple light instantly penetrated the whole body of the phantom.

The phantom let out a roar, and saw it open its mouth, and bite towards the fallen angel's shoulder.

The phantom crazily bit the fallen angel's shoulders, the face of the fallen angel changed, his hands shone with purple light, and he kept hitting the phantom. But that mouth was still firmly biting the shoulder of the fallen angel, and he would not let go.

The purple blood and the black-red devil's blood kept blending in the mouth of the phantom.

"You vile bedbug!"

The fallen angel snorted coldly, and threw the scepter in his hand vigorously, and the scepter went straight up into the sky. In the sky, the scepter was covered by purple light, and then fell straight down from the sky, piercing through the top of the phantom.

At this moment, the phantom's body stood still without any movement.

The fallen angel looked at the phantom in front of him and sneered.

"Bugs are bugs, damn things!"

The phantom's mouth that bit the fallen angel's shoulder gradually relaxed.

The fallen angel stretched out a hand, grabbed the phantom's head, and pressed his fingers hard, ready to crush the phantom's head to burst.

And just when the fallen angel was about to crush the phantom's head, the fallen angel's face changed suddenly, and his body quickly retreated.

Only the fallen angel could move, and that magic hand grabbed the arm of the fallen angel, making it impossible for the fallen angel to leave.

A white flame suddenly burned on the phantom, and the flame also burned in the pupil of the phantom. The broken right arm of the phantom re-grew from the burning flame.

This is the flame belonging to Henry Zhang’s blood!

This white flame frightened the fallen angel.

"Go away!" The fallen angel yelled fiercely, trying to pull out the scepter that penetrated the phantom's body.

But the fallen angel's hand just touched the scepter, and the scepter suddenly burned with white flames, which caused the fallen angel to feel severe pain, and quickly let go of his hand.

"What a noble god!"

The phantom opened its mouth, and Henry Zhang’s voice came out.

The hands that burned with the power of blood directly grabbed the two wings behind the fallen angel and tore them hard.

This time, instead of the fallen angel screaming, a pair of wings on the back were torn off by Henry Zhang!

In Western mythology, the wings of an angel represent the divine power of an angel. The legendary god king has twelve wings.

Wings are of vital importance to the 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 phantom in horror. To be precise, he looked at the white flame burning in the puppet's pupils, which was the power of Henry Zhang's blood, "how could it be! How could it be Appearing here! Impossible!"

"It seems that you are very scared. Since you are afraid, it will be easy to handle!"

The phantom threw the wings in his hand, grabbed the fallen angel's wings again, and tore them hard again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The fallen angel howled in pain.

"No, I beg you! Forgive me! Forgive..."

With a smile on the corner of the phantom's mouth, he grabbed the last pair of fallen angel's wings and tore them down mercilessly.

At this moment, the screams of the fallen angels resounded throughout the Great Thousand Worlds. This is the wail of the gods!
Behind the phantom, a black sickle was formed, and the sickle was reflected in the pupils of the fallen angel. The purple eyes of the fallen angel became extremely black, and a strong look of fear suddenly appeared on the face of the fallen angel.

The phantom grabbed the fallen angel's shoulders and leaped into the sky, the fallen angel didn't resist at all.

The white flame on the phantom's body burned the blood cloud, and the long-lost sunlight shone down, bathing the phantom's whole body.

Under the dazzling backlight, I saw the phantom tearing his hands, and the body of the god was completely torn apart in the air.

Divine blood, shed it!
(End of this chapter)