The seventeen people of the Holy Cross burned their own essence and blood as a medium to briefly awaken the awakening of the fallen angel's will.

Although it is just a trace of will, it is the will of the gods. This is like a trace of will of the heavenly way in the Great Thousand Realms, which is already terrifying enough.

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

The members of the Holy Cross can only summon this power to break the shackles, but they cannot use it freely, but the will of the gods are different.

In the deep pit, the body of the demon shadow appeared. Looking at the demon shadow again, the blood-red armor on his body was broken, the lower half of the mask on his face was also broken, the corners of his mouth were covered with black and red blood, and the Nine Tribulation Sword in his hand had already been thrown aside.

The magic shadow 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 demon shadow again, and as if it had just happened, he punched the demon shadow.

The fallen angel was so fast that Zhang Xuan couldn't react at all. The punch hit Mo Ying's abdomen, and then a mouthful of demon blood was spurted out of Mo Ying's mouth. But this time, Mo Ying was not hit into the sky, but stood firmly on the ground.

A trace of suspicion appeared in the fallen angel's eyes, and another punch hit the demon shadow in the abdomen.

The demon shadow still vomited demon blood, but his legs remained motionless.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the Demon Shadow's blood-stained mouth. At this moment, Demon Shadow made a counterattack and punched heavily on the shoulder of the fallen angel.

The body of the fallen angel was shocked, but it was not like the demon shadow, and was blasted out of blood.

“So weak.”

The fallen angel spit out two words and punched again. After the magic shadow resisted one punch, he counterattacked again.

Two figures attacked the other side like this crazy way, and this way of fighting was like a life-threatening one.

But the degree of injury to Demon Shadow is far beyond that of this fallen angel.

Every punch of the fallen angel caused a severe blow to the Demon Shadow.

The reason why the Demon Shadow had the opportunity to fight back was not bombarded into the sky like before, because there was a black airflow on each of his feet, which tied his feet and intertwined with the ground.

Just when the Fallen Angel showed his real power for the first time, Zhang Xuan understood that with the demon body he had now, he could not compete with this real god. He could never fight normally. Only by fighting hard can he have a chance.

Two figures bombarded each other.

The Demon Shadow punched again, but the fallen angel grabbed his wrist.

"It's time to end the game."

A humanized smile appeared on the corner of the fallen angel's mouth, and he saw his wrist exerting force, and the magic shadow's arm was turned directly, and then it was torn off by the fallen angel! "Ah!!!!"

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

This demon body was transformed by Zhang Xuan's divine thoughts. At this time, Zhang Xuan merged into the demon body, and all the feelings of the demon body would be clearly transmitted to Zhang Xuan. Although it was not Zhang Xuan's right arm that was torn off, the pain was not enough at all.

A purple light lit up in the hands of the fallen angel, and then he slapped Zhang Xuan's wound that had broken his right arm. At the moment when the light and the wound intersected, the purple light instantly penetrated the entire body of the demon shadow.

The demon shadow let out an angry roar and saw him open his mouth and bit the fallen angel's shoulder.

The demon shadow bit the shoulder of the fallen angel wildly. The face of the fallen angel changed, and the purple light of his hands shone on the demon shadow, and the demon shadow's feet could no longer merge with the ground, and his body was bulging, but his mouth was still biting the shoulder of the fallen angel and he never let go.

The purple blood and the black and red demon blood kept blending in the demon shadow's mouth.

"The lowly bed bug!"

The fallen angel let out a cold voice and threw the scepter in his hand. The scepter went straight to the sky. In the sky, the scepter was covered with purple light, and then fell straight from the sky, piercing through the demon shadow's head.

At this moment, the body of the Demon Shadow stopped and no longer moved.

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

"Bombies are bed bugs, damn things!"

The demon shadow bit the mouth of the fallen angel's shoulder and gradually relaxed.

The fallen angel stretched out his hand, grabbed Moying's head, and used his fingers to force it, ready to squeeze the head of Moying.

Just as the fallen angel was about to pinch the demon shadow's head, the fallen angel's face changed suddenly and his body quickly retreated.

But the fallen angel only had the action, and the demonic hand grabbed the fallen angel's arm, making the fallen angel unable to leave at all.

A white flame suddenly burned on the body of the demon shadow, and the flame also burned in the demon shadow's pupils. The demon shadow's broken right arm grew again in the burning flame.

This is the flame belonging to Zhang Xuan’s bloodline! This white flame frightened the fallen angel.

"Get out!"

The fallen angel shouted violently, trying to pull out the scepter that penetrated the body of the demon shadow.

But the fallen angel's hand touched the scepter, and the scepter suddenly burned a white flame. The flame made the fallen angel feel severe pain and quickly let go of his hand.

"What a noble god!"

The demon shadow opened his mouth and Zhang Xuan's voice came out.

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

This time, if the fallen angel screamed, the pair of wings behind him were torn off by Zhang Xuan! In Western mythology, the angel's wings represent the divine power of the angel. The legendary god king has twelve wings.

Wings are of great significance to Western gods. At this time, a pair of wings are torn off, not only the body of the fallen angel, but also its power.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

The fallen angel looked at the demon shadow with horror on his face. To be precise, he looked at the white flame burning in the demon shadow's eyes. It was Zhang Xuan's bloodline power. "How could it be! How could it appear here! Impossible!"

"It seems that you are very scared. Since you are scared, it's easy to deal with!"

The Demon Shadow threw the wings in his hand, grabbed the wings of the fallen angel again, and tore them hard again.

"Ah!!!!!! Ah!!!!"

The fallen angel was wailing in pain.

"No, I beg you! Bless me! Bless..." The demon shadow smiled, grabbed the last pair of wings of the fallen angel, and ripped it off without mercy.

At this moment, the screams of the fallen angel resounded throughout the world. This was the wail of the gods! Behind the demon shadow, a black sickle turned into a scythe. The sickle was reflected in the pupils of the fallen angel. The purple eyes of the fallen angel became extremely dark, and the fallen angel's face suddenly showed a strong look of fear.

The demon shadow grabbed the fallen angel's shoulders and leaped into the sky with force. The fallen angel did not resist at all.

The white flames on the Demon Shadow's body burned the blood clouds, and the long-lost sunlight shone down, bathing the Demon Shadow's whole body.

Under this dazzling backlight, the demon shadow was torn his hands, and the body of the god was completely torn apart in the air.
Chapter completed!