A sword!

Although it was a sudden attack, it was just a sword that made the originally arrogant Overseer Demon be cut off by the waist, and Poenlius, who fell from the sky, held his sword and pierced one of the demon's heads without hesitation, and the flames erupted from the demon's ears and nose in an instant, and in less than a moment the demon's twisted upper body turned into ashes.

And the disconnected second half of life, the ugly head stared at Purenlius with endless fear, twisting and struggling to crawl towards the altar.

The lizard-shaped Overseer Demon immediately set aside Caludia, who was almost incapacitated, and the remaining head was aimed at Poenlius and began to spit out black flames, a strange flame that could freeze everything, and at the moment it burned to Poenlius, a golden flame rose violently, and even the ominous blood mist in the altar could not suppress this soaring flame.

If the black flame of the demon gives people the feeling of freezing all things and the dead silence of despair, then the flame on the body of Purnelius is like the flame of life, full of warmth and hope.

The flaming sword slashed out a dazzling golden light, and the huge sword qi condensed the high temperature and pierced through the blood mist like an aurora!

The air around them was scorching, and the Overseer Demon had already slashed between the two skulls with a sword aura, and the demon's massive body melted like cream cut through by a hot knife, and the vengeful lava blood in his body sprayed with the Overseer's wail until two huge vines swept down and tore its massive body apart.

"You ┉┉You ┉┉ Pernlius!"

Bereset, the Lord of Thorns, was staring at Perenlius almost angrily after killing the two defeated Overseer demons, and even those two pairs of dark green eyes were filled with disbelief.

Perenlius turned a deaf ear to the thorn lord's howl, instead focusing his gaze on the hypocritical figure in the altar's blood curtain.

In the pool of blood erupting in the center of the altar, the phantom of Mosta, the Master of Pain, stared at Poenlius with endless hatred and murderous intent, after the two Overseer demons were killed in an instant. The entire pool of blood boiled again, and the scattered blood mist instantly condensed into a face-like phantom that slashed at Perenlius from all directions.

At the same time, the ugly body of the Thorn Lord Bereset began to bulge as if there were vines crawling, and a large number of vines pierced Bereset's skin and gushed out, and the Demon Lord became like an alien plant that should not appear in the world in an instant, blossoming and spreading countless calamities.

Purnlius raised his sword to meet him, and everyone present suddenly found themselves wrapped in a golden ball of light. It's like some kind of protective layer, even the violent fluctuations in the surrounding power can't affect it in the slightest.

This is the true strength of Poenlius!

Elcid watched the battle of Perenlius intently, and as a swordmaker, Elcid was able to recognize the power of Perenlius's sword, which was far beyond the sword move that he had concentrated his spirit and spirit in one point, that is, the realm he had been pursuing all his life.

Whether it was the blood shadow of the scythe or the vines that were broken by the sword qi, the vines that were cut by the sword qi were like a fire poured with fuel burned rapidly, and in front of the flames of Purenlius, the vines seemed to have met a nemesis. No matter how they rampage, they all turned into ashes in the flames.

Suddenly, the ground beside Perenlius cracked, and a large stream of vines instantly burst out and twisted and overlapped, and the terrifying appearance of the Thorn Lord Beresette emerged, and the huge claws of the vines were covered with fangs and fiercely grabbed at Perenlius.

"Beware! Perenrio!" Although he was shocked by the power displayed by Poenlius, Elcid couldn't help but roar when he saw the Demon Lord and the Demon Lord in the altar behind him attack.

Transferring the main body to the ground and moving to the opponent's side in an instant, the Thorn Lord Beresette is confident that the opponent will be severely injured under this blow, even if the opponent is the one who exists

Rumble!

However, in the next second, a loud explosion sounded. Beresette stared at his claws in amazement, and there was already an extra shield in Perenlius' hand. A large ruby was inlaid in the center, and the shield with gold and red wings in relief shone with a fiery red light, forming a barrier of fire beside Perenlius, like an impassable mountain, easily blocking the claws of Beresset.

Purenlius's golden eyes stared coldly at the Demon Lord, and then the sharp blade slashed through the Thorn Lord's wrist, and the flames immediately spread from the wound to the Thorn Lord's body.

"No wonder the Killing Lord doesn't want a lord like you to be a member of his army at all, you're too weak┉┉"

The blade of flame then pierced through Beresset's chest. The Demon Lord, who had seen the most terrible thing, struggled to escape from the sword of Perenlius, and fled back into the pool of blood like a lost dog with his body still consumed by the flames. All that remained was the wails of pain that still echoed through the altar.

Perenlius didn't pursue the fleeing demon lord, not even a look of joy, but stared at the phantom in the pool of blood with a fierce gaze.

"Who the hell is he? That demon lord is so easy to do┉┉"

Both Elcid and Caludia stared at the familiar figure in front of them in shock, only the holy warriors Philin and Plamy had an expected expression, but looking at the figure of Poenlius, Plamy couldn't help but show a bitter smile.

In Elcid's mind, the voice of Bramy, the priest of the God of Storms, rang out again.

The phantom of Mosta in the pool of blood let out an earth-shattering roar, and in an instant, the entire altar disappeared completely, and the surrounding space suddenly turned into a place where there seemed to be an infinite space covered with countless blood-stained torture instruments, and countless people imprisoned in the torture instruments were wailing hoarsely, and the cries full of despair were like a sonata in hell, which made the listener feel terrified from the heart.

There was some strange power in the voice of the Pain Master, Mosta, and everything began to crumble everywhere it went, as if it had been inflicted on the body by thousands of torture instruments, and the light ball protecting Elcid and Brami and others also appeared some subtle cracks in an instant, but in the end, the light ball was not completely shattered.

"You're also the Master, Mosta, you're much weaker than Aregguso!"

In a cold tone, Purenlius said these words in a cold tone, which was enough to make the angry Pain Master fall further into a rage, and in the face of this amazing shockwave, Painlius's whole body burned with flames, and in the flames, Painlius did not suffer any damage, as if the flames were his body and hands and feet, and the burning flames began to coalize, forming an armor on Painlius's body that was like metal and like a burning flame.

Five pairs of wings fluttered gently behind Perenlius like flaming feathers, like the light of redemption, so that the imprisoned souls of the entire forest and hell couldn't help but raise their heads and stare, longing, crying, and hoping to redeem themselves.

The decaphim representing salvation, not only Bramy knew the identity of Poenlius, but the Lord of Pain also knew the enemy in front of him, once he even fought with the strongest killing master in the abyss, Aleguso, the two sides were almost evenly matched in that battle, and in terms of strength, Mosta really did not dare to underestimate the opponent in front of him.

If it was a normal time, maybe Mosta would have to weigh the value of fighting Perenlius, but now the anger of the destruction of the main altar made Mosta lose his mind a little.

The power of the abyss in the altar began to concentrate at one point, and Mosta's huge figure began to loom in the hell full of torture instruments, the upper body had the drive of humans but the arms were scythes like praying mantises, and the lower body was a disgusting body like a worm, and the whole body was covered with various torture tools, and the Pain Lord let out an angry roar, and the whole field seemed to be boiling.

A shockwave more powerful than before came with the phantom of the scythe, and everywhere it went, it felt as if the ground and the sky were being torn apart.

The power of the demonic domination brings not only physical pain, but also endless spiritual destruction! Countless souls were swept up, like a tornado, and those desperate and wailing souls were like sharp blades constantly cutting through anything they could touch.

It's terrible!Elcid protected the unconscious Tokni in the ball of light, looking at this apocalyptic scene, Elcid knew that if he didn't have the protection of this ball of light now, even the golden holy clothes would be shattered in an instant under this soul storm.

"That's it, what a pity, Mosta, it seems that the power of the abyss in your main altar is not enough for you to step into the main material plane. ”

The golden blade flashed, and the seemingly terrifying soul storm was split in an instant, and the flames on the blade of Perenlius even swirled along the storm, using those wailing souls as fuel, turning the entire soul storm into a fire tornado.

The cry of the burning soul is not the sound of relief in despair, and for these fallen souls, perhaps complete annihilation is the greatest relief compared to being trapped in the realm of demons and tormented forever.

At this moment, there was an unwilling roar from the phantom of Mosta.

"If your Buddha-figure fully stepped into the main material plane, he might still be able to fight with me, but now┉┉"

A hint of anger flashed in Perenlius' flaming golden eyes, "Go back to the Twisted Void, demon!"

The flaming sword shone with a blinding red light, piercing into the ground like a huge pillar of flame, and in an instant, the surrounding space began to split apart under the sky-high firelight. (To be continued.) )