"Since you don't believe it, then dry you! The Ten Commandments! God said, "The sun is hot, and it will dry up the sea." Atlas released the Ten Commandments, the light flickered, and the power of faith once again held the Ten Commandments high, like a small sun emitting a scorching light, under the light, the bodies of Michael and Gabriel were restored, especially Gabriel, who woke up to see his body and found that the divine power that had been used up had been restored again.

Michael looked adoringly at the Ten Commandments and said, "Is this the Ten Commandments written by the legendary Sage Moses?" A real artifact, it can emit such a blazing holy light that can not only be used to kill enemies, but also to recover. ”

"Hey! Don't look at it! There will be a chance to see it in the future! Now the most important thing is to get rid of that guy quickly! The Ten Commandments won't last long! I don't have any faith anymore. Atlas interrupted Michael's greedy watching, and sure enough, the scorching sun Sun Ran had already dried up the blood river, but Lista was obviously fine, at least the blood river still had a thin layer on him, and this layer was covered by him with divine power to prevent it from being completely roasted, as long as there was still a trace of the blood river, it could be replenished through the water of the river Styx, because the blood essence was all in Lista.

If the blood river is not dry, Lista is immortal, on the contrary, as long as Lista saves zài, he can replenish the blood river in the Styx, which is why he went to the underworld to condense the blood river.

But after being reminded by Atlas, Michael and Gabriel obviously would not let go of such a good opportunity, Michael drew his long sword, Gabriel wound his arrows, and together they exerted their most powerful attack ability. For a time, the holy light, the sun's light, and the firelight reflected each other. Together, they struck Lista's body. Immobilized by the sun, Lista was struck by a powerful force and smashed through the wall and flew out of the wall.

But this is exactly what he needs, he has not been able to escape, and now he has returned, as long as he reaches the Styx, once the blood river is restored, these are not his opponents.

"Oops! This guy is so slippery! It all made him run away. Atlas sighed as he looked at the distant Lista.

"You still say! Didn't the sun shine so well just now! He can't even move! As a result, our attack was gone! Now it's okay to run away with his strength! How do you say? Michael said with a sigh.

"You can't blame Atlas! His books have no faith. I'm saying that we can't help either, so let's hurry over! Don't let him run, you must kill him this time. Gabriel stopped Michael from continuing.

Atlas was noncommittal, what could he do! Faith is not powerful! If his faith was sufficient, he would have just killed Lista.

The three of them hurriedly chased after them, thinking that they would run away again this time, but they didn't expect to love the Styx and didn't run far.

"Humph! I didn't expect you to run this time! How! Ready to surrender? It's useless to surrender, you will die today. Gabriel said.

"Yes! Surely you will die! But before that happens, someone will die before me! What do you think? "Lista has absorbed enough Styx water, and the River of Blood is back. He didn't dare to suck more, for fear of diluting the concentration of the blood river. If the blood water is too thin, it is obviously not suitable for defense, but with the replenishment of the River Styx, it is not certain who will live and who will die.

"Less nonsense! It's dry, don't slip away again. With a swing of his sword, Michael rushed forward.

Lista separated a doppelganger to stop Michael, and the two fought inextricably on the edge of the River Styx, although the sword skills that were not saved were powerful, but the support of the doppelganger was Lista's support, which was simply unlimited blood, and he couldn't be killed no matter how he fought, and he was in a stalemate for a while.

"What to do! This guy can't be beaten like this. Gabriel asked Atlas.

"You ask me, I ask who goes? This style of play is too scoundrel, it seems that as long as the Styx River does not dry up, there is no way to take him. Atlas sighed there.

But suddenly his hair hurt, and it turned out that it was Cyra pulling his hair vigorously on his head: "Hey! Cyra! What are you doing, okay, I see. ”

"Don't worry! Cyra says he has a way! Atlas said to Gabriel.

"Cyra? What can he do with that little man? Gabriel was speechless for a moment, but the changes that followed left him speechless.

Cyra came out of Atlas's head, dressed in red, like a little elf, but when he rushed to the River Styx, a mutation occurred, and Cyra, who came to the River Styx, grew up like a balloon and turned into a blood cocoon, and he broke out of the cocoon, and a blood-red butterfly-like wings appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The original little Cyra has now become the same size as everyone else, when he opened his eyes, his blood-colored eyes looked directly at Lista, Lista seemed to be targeted by death, if there was still a heart, he would definitely miss a few beats, even if he is now the incarnation of the blood demon, but the prestige of Cyra Killing Angel is by no means fictional, just a look, let Lista be stunned directly.

"You are guilty, I see in you thousands of unjust souls crying, you deserve to die, I pronounce your guilt in the name of killing angels, you deserve to die." It was as if she was pronouncing his guilt, and Lista's face was strange, as if it had been suppressed by something, and on the surface it showed a struggling expression, as if it was unwilling, but her body trembled and knelt.

As if he had been suppressed by the rules, Lista's expression was hideous, and the blood on his body was surging, but as if he was restrained, he just couldn't move, he could only listen to Cyra's verdict.

"What's the matter, is Cyra so strong?" Gabriel secretly asked Atlas and said, you must know that although it is a killing angel, he also knew Cyra before, and he is not so powerful, but now that he looks at the situation, even the main god does not have such a powerful ability to control it, and just the divine words control Lista is controlled.

"Cyra has been reborn and has been connected to the World Tree! It can be said that Cyra is still an angel of killing! But it's not just a killing angel, it's a killing angel who can use the power of the world, it can be said that it's not Cyra who is judging Lista, but the whole world is judging him, you say that Lista is powerful! Can it be compared to the world? Atlas explained to Gabriel.

"So that's the case, no wonder Cyra is so powerful, the three of us are fighting to the death, it's not as effective as Cyra's words, it's really better than people to die."

"Hey! Enough of you two! Don't you see that I'm struggling? Come and help. "Michael is struggling to deal with the blood demon clone, it's strange that Lista has already suppressed it, but this doppelganger is still attacking, and Michael's attack on him is not effective at all, it's all water, although Michael is a fire attribute, but for Styx! This ignition was obviously not enough, and it was directly extinguished by the water of the River Styx.

Michael swore that this was the most aggrieved he had ever been since he was born, and even when he fought with Lucifer, he had not been so wolf-like, and those two guys, as if they hadn't seen a bitter battle directly, were talking over there.

Atlas and Gabriel hurriedly stepped forward to help, but Lista, who was suppressed by the Cyra Prophet, suddenly blew something up in his body, and finally broke free from the binding effect of the Prophetic Word, and rushed into the sky to fight with Cyra.

It's a pity that as soon as he flew up, he was directly slapped down by Cyra, and the palm print of Cyra in the sky was huge, and Lista was like a suppressed monkey: "Hmph! Still not dead? I don't think I can do it, and I still want to resist? You think that if you blow up your godhead in your body in exchange for energy, I can't help you, it's naïve! I'll show you how I kill angels today. ”

Lista, who blew himself up Hera's godhead, didn't expect that he couldn't break free like this, but was suppressed by the palm print, unable to move, after seeing the struggling Lista, she smiled, completely useless, and then showed a claw shape with one hand, grabbed it in the void, and the body of Lista that was not suppressed below was like something was taken away!

Lista knew that it was the source of his own strength, the godhead of the devouring three underworlds, and had been deprived of one of them, Lista's body stiffened, and he felt that his strength was less and shouted in horror on the ground: "No! That's my power! Give it back! Give it back! ”

It's a pity that the struggle is terrible, and he still can't break free from Cyra's control, and delicately looks at the godhead caught in his hand, this should be Satan's godhead, and there are two more! It's a pity that Hera's was blown up, otherwise she would have liked it if she had sent it to the owner.

Lista was a little crazy, and someone easily took a godhead! This made him hesitate in his heart for a moment, and then his expression was resolute, since you want to take my godhead! Then I just blew myself up and didn't let you get your wish, thinking like this, I was going to detonate my own godhead.

Cyra was closing the godhead in his hand, and he felt a wave of energy from Lista's body, so could he not know that Lista was playing ghosts?

"Want to blow yourself up? I've got to say yes! Give me silence. Cyra drew a magic circle in his hand and pressed it down, the divine energy that was already disordered was suppressed without a trace, and the godhead that was self-detonated had quieted down, and Lista sensed it on the godhead, and found that it was actually a formation above, and he couldn't use the energy inside.

"Self-destructing? This is my Godhead! It's my booty! It's a gift to the owner! What qualifications do you have, dare to blow up my things, it's really a cheap bastard, just let you taste the pain of torn souls. After saying a magic spell, Lista felt as if he had been crushed, and the sharp pain of tearing his soul made him want to pass out immediately, but he was extremely conscious and endured all the pain. (To be continued......)