The angry voice echoed in the small courtyard.

The door of the room trembled, the clothes danced wildly, and the surging blood and anger were mixed with a rich bloody aura that hit the Pope's face.

But the old man in it always looked immovable.

Instead, he looked at Xiao Qiang, who looked like a devil, and sighed slightly.

"You're in the dark."

Xiaoqiang suddenly laughed, his voice was like thunder, and his anger was like a bell.

"It's better to enter the demon, I don't have to worry about anything when I enter the demon, I can do what I want to do when I enter the demon, I want to kill the hall masters of the thirteen halls, I want to make them pay the price they deserve."

With the sound of violent roar sounded again and again.

Xiao Qiang's slightly recovered sanity was once again replaced by blood mist.

Take a step forward.

The ground cracked instantly.

Its cracks spilled out of countless blood.

And the moment he stepped forward, his palm was like an extremely fierce iron tong, and it attacked the old man in front of him with lightning speed.

Look at that might.

Look at the resolute killing intent.

Apparently there was not the slightest trace of affection.

But when the iron pincers struck an inch in front of the old man.

The twelve-winged phantom behind him was the first to move.

I saw that his fingers were like clips, seemingly slow but extremely fast, pinched on Xiaoqiang's wrists.

And the moment the two touched, countless milky white thunderbolts gushed out from his fingertips, and the electric light exploded, and Xiao Qiang's whole person was knocked out.

When it fell to the ground and splashed countless rubble.

The blood-red mist in Xiao Qiang's eyes seemed to be dispelled by the effect of electricity.

But because of the self-blame in his heart, because of the uncontrollable anger, the blood mist that had just been cleared surged up again, making those eyes even more scarlet, not to mention, and even two flames burst into flames.

Look at this scene.

There was a faint look of lamentation in the Pope's eyes.

And the twelve-winged phantom floating above his head showed a sad state for some reason, and there was a little more inexplicable heartache in his eyes when he looked at Xiao Qiang.

Xiao Qiang, who was in the midst of demonization, naturally didn't notice it.

When he turned over and jumped up, the blood and water around his body quickly gathered in front of him under the control of his huge divine thoughts, and then a spear appeared.

On the occasion of appearance.

Xiaoqiang is like a swift cheetah.

Holding a spear in his hand, he stabbed straight at the gun, and the head of the spear made a sonic boom sound because of Xiao Qiang's swift figure, which caused ripples in the air everywhere he passed.

But such a swift attack is tangible and godless.

When facing opponents of the same level, they may be intimidated by the momentum they display.

But in the face of the Pope, in the face of the Twelve Winged Angels behind him, this move is extremely powerless.

It was just the moment when the blood-red spear stabbed out.

The twelve-winged angel moved his fingertips slightly, and an electric current the thickness of a tree branch smashed the blood-red spear.

Then the spear that condensed the bloody qi instantly collapsed, turning into countless blood mist and permeating Xiao Qiang and the Pope.

For a moment, the view was obscured.

But Xiaoqiang's forward attack did not stop.

The iron fist that gathered all its power pierced through the blood mist, through the air, and even distorted the space.

Then, the indomitable sharp attack, like a sword unsheathed, entered the Pope's body within a foot for the first time.

But the next scene unravel the sharp attack.

Xiaoqiang's whole person was fixed on the cross.

I saw that it was still the twelve-winged angel.

It's still the prosaic action.

And under the slight wave of hands and the surge of magic, the Pope's figure disappeared for no reason.

Instead, an altar-like object suddenly protruded from Xiaoqiang's feet, and a huge cross appeared from it.

When the cross appeared, countless chains burst out.

Like a python with wisdom, it quickly tied Xiaoqiang's body.

When the chain was put away, Xiaoqiang's whole person was pulled back to the cross.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

The Pope, on the other hand.

After disappearing abruptly, he appeared in front of Xiaoqiang very abruptly.

looked at the little face that had already been demonized for the most part.

The lament in his eyes was palpable.

Then his eyes slowly looked up and down at the twelve-winged angel floating above his head, and when they looked at each other, they seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding with each other.

I saw the Pope's withered fingers slowly poking out the sleeves of his coat.

It seemed soft, but with irresistible force, it pressed on Xiaoqiang's forehead.

When the dry and slightly cold palm made contact with the struggling head, the twelve-winged phantom above its head also moved at this moment.

The white wings behind him spread out instantly.

The white fingers also stretched out slowly.

Although it looks like it is facing an empty space in front of you.

But when the fingers clenched slightly, an illusory soul also appeared from his hand.

That soul has the same face as Xiao Qiang, and the breath is quite similar.

What can be different from Xiao Qiang's struggling appearance is that although the soul is restrained by the neck of the twelve-winged angel.

But the kaleidoscope eyes did not have any fear, but were like the masters of the world, revealing a sense of indifference above the living beings.

There was no emotion in those indifferent eyes.

It's as if there is no such word for emotion in the other person's world.

At this moment, the neck was restrained by the twelve-winged angel, and the kaleidoscope eyes were slightly raised, and when the four eyes met, they heard the other party's cold and ruthless words.

"I didn't expect you to be alive?"

The twelve-winged angel's gaze also turned slightly cold, and he snorted coldly.

"You're all alive, why should I die?"

"Hahaha, it's just a death struggle, what else can you do now?"

"Of course it's to get you out!"

"Okay, then let me see, how much strength do you still have now?"

said.

Kaleidoscope's eyes suddenly spun rapidly.

And as the world in his eyes continues to change, the Twelve Winged Angel, the Pope, and Xiaoqiang are all teleported into a colorful world.

There are no people and no things in this world, only four figures are set up in between.

Coupled with the colorful energy surging in it, it felt like the four of them were in a colorful slime.

The Pope and the Twelve Winged Angels were curious, but their eyes refocused after a brief distraction.

Then I heard the Pope suddenly say violently.

"Do it."

And as his words sounded, the twelve-winged angel also moved, only to see that one hand grasped the soul of the dominant will, and the other hand probed into the void, and when he withdrew it, there were several nail-like objects in his hand.

As soon as the nail appeared.

A cold wind emerged from it.

Stirring up the colorful energy around it.

It was even more disdainful of the dominant will that suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"Where did you get this stuff?"

The twelve-winged angel snorted coldly.

"Are you scared now?"

The dominant will's eyes were slightly condensed, but he did not answer.

Clearly, the words of the twelve-winged angel were above his heart.

And just as the twelve-winged angel was trying to set the nail in his hand into the soul of the dominant will.

Sudden mutations.

I saw that the soul that was still in the hands of the twelve-winged angel at that moment ago suddenly flickered violently.

Then I saw that his soul gradually faded, as if it was about to disappear.