On the ground, that's Blackie's home field.

Although Xiao Hei was not scared of the three hell dogs in the air, Li Nanshan had warned it to keep a low profile, so it could only be like this.

It's not that Li Nanshan doesn't allow Xiao Hei to play, it's just that Xiao Hei absorbed a large amount of demonic qi not long ago, Xiao Hei is still young, Li Nanshan is worried that if it is used at will, the demonic qi that has not been fully digested will take advantage of the opportunity to enter and make it fall into madness.

Fortunately, although Xiao Hei didn't understand Li Nanshan's intentions, he would resolutely obey Li Nanshan's orders.

Now the three-headed hellhounds fell to the ground, although they couldn't kill them directly, but when they reached the ground, Xiao Hei didn't have to work so hard.

I saw it pounce on it violently, and its body grew a little bigger, like an elephant, it stepped on the body of the three hellhounds, and then lowered its head, and stabbed it, as if a rag had been torn apart, giving people a feeling of pleasure.

Xiao Hei held a wing in his mouth, which caused everyone to exclaim, and some of the brave reporters who survived also took out their cameras and took a few steps forward, taking pictures of Xiao Hei's heroic and majestic posture.

Xiao Hei wanted to swallow the meat wings directly, but then glanced into the distance, but could only spit it out silently.

Because, in the night sky that everyone can't see, Li Nanshan is silently watching all this.

He and Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng is responsible for striking first, while Li Nanshan is responsible for coordinating and planning the overall situation, their purpose this time is not only to slaughter the gods, but also to destroy the so-called Holy See that is holy on the surface but filthy behind the scenes, so that the world can see their ugly faces.

In the final analysis, Brother Zheng and he came here not only to punish the shameless Western camp, but also to pave the way for the rise of the Eastern camp. As for the power of immortality, Brother Zheng is just a matter of passing by.

Since chatting with Brother Zheng this afternoon, Li Nanshan has used a new understanding of Brother Zheng.

He originally thought that the immortality that Brother Zheng cared about was his rule. In fact, in addition to the frost-like white moonlight in his heart, Brother Zheng only cares about four words: family and country!

Although the world no longer belongs to him, he still hopes that the East will rise!

Because of this, Li Nanshan will do his best to help Brother Zheng coordinate and layout, and even use the Weeping Blood Rose Organization that he saved before.

Seeing Xiao Hei's performance, Li Nanshan nodded with satisfaction.

After Xiao Hei spit out his meat wings, he lowered his head again, and the sound of "stabbing" sounded again, and the only remaining wings of the three hell demon dogs were torn off by Xiao Hei.

The three-headed hell dog lying on the ground no longer had wings, and let out a wailing sound, at this time it was no longer the high-flying demon dog, but more like an injured dog, and even its body had shrunk a lot, about the same size as a normal large dog.

If it weren't for the ferocity of seeing it eating people before, I'm afraid that many people would have compassion at this time.

Little Black kicked the three Hellhounds, and the three Hellhounds rolled out, just as he had just been kicked away.

At this time, Xiao Hei is like a cat that has caught a mouse, it can obviously end the life of these three hell dogs immediately, but at this time, it deliberately does not kill, it wants to play tricks on these three hell dogs.

The three-headed hell demon dog looked at Xiao Hei with a look of fear in his eyes, and it clearly realized that he and gluttony had no comparison at all, but as a demonic beast guarding hell, it had its own pride.

It can be defeated, but it cannot be succumbed!

So, the three-headed hellhound stood up and stood up tremblingly, and the scale armor that had been darkened lit up red again, and the flames on its body were burned again.

Xiao Hei glanced at it with some disdain, its spirit is indeed worthy of respect, but the reality is so cruel, it's not that you don't give in, it's not that you can change it with hard work. If it can really be changed, then the ordinary people who died in St. Paul and its hands also fought, never gave in, and fought for their lives, and the result? It's still useless, it's not a ghost in the hands of St. Paul, it's become the womb of the three-headed hellhound.

This world is cold, it will not change because of the desires of your heart, in the face of absolute strength, all the indomitable and unwilling spirit seems so ridiculous; This world is warm again, because there are always people who put a heart in you, just like those who were used as rations by the three-headed hellhound, at least their relatives and families will remember them, and they will also think about making the murderer pay the corresponding price.

The three-headed Hellhound leaned down again, making an attacking gesture.

Xiao Hei's figure also became smaller, and he ran towards the three-headed Hellhound, and he collided again, hitting the belly of the three-headed Hellhound, like a grumpy calf, and directly flew the three-headed Hellhound.

It is better to die standing than to live on its knees, this is the last stubbornness of the three-headed hellhound, and it stood up trembling again.

However, there was suddenly a golden light in front of it, and when it saw that the person in front of it had not had time to be happy, a look of disappointment appeared in those six eyes.

In front of it was none other than St. Paul.

"For the sake of the Holy See, you must sacrifice yourself, moreover, at my hands! My old friend, the Holy See and the Lord will not forget your efforts! São Paulo whispered, with a hint of unquestionability.

The three-headed hellhound looked at St. Paul in disappointment, it did not expect that the human it believed most would say such a thing to him.

"For the Lord!"

St. Paul stood in front of the three-headed Hellhound, and also blocked the media and Xiao Hei from looking at St. Paul, he was wearing a white robe representing the status of the Pope, holding a box in his hand, looking at the three-headed Hellhound, with a serious face.

"Old friend, if you don't die at my hands, then the Holy See will be gone!"

The three-headed hellhound succumbs, after all, it is a dog after all, and loyalty is in its nature. The fire on its body slowly disappeared, as if it had lost its strength, and a sad look appeared in its eyes.

Seeing the appearance of the three-headed hellhound, looking at its mutilated body, there was also a rare touch of tenderness in the eyes of the always brutal St. Paul.

St. Paul sighed, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, he took out a laser gun with one hand, looked at the three-headed hell devil dog with blood and tears in his eyes, and pulled the trigger three times in a row, after three shots, the three heads of the three-headed hell devil dog exploded like a watermelon falling from a height, and the bright red blood plasma splashed on St. Paul's face like a melon.

The legendary three-headed hellhound that guarded the gates of hell has fallen!

And in a grocery store in the alley, Eli was holding his phone and watching the live broadcast with Xuan Anke and Kidd, watching the three hellhounds fall, and a smile finally appeared on his face full of anger.

"Weeping Blood Rose, we have finally washed away our hatred with the blood of this beast!"

But soon he seemed to think of something, the smile on his face froze, and he immediately stood up and said angrily: "It's not good, this bastard of St. Paul wants to whitewash the Holy See!" ”

As the leader of the Weeping Blood Rose, of course he knew that the three-headed hellhound was nothing more than a knife, and it was actually the Holy See who operated the knife!

In short, it is actually the Holy See that kills people at will and eats people as food!