"Boom, boom, boom"

Three white rays of light shot out again from the depths of space, and the white light was extremely fast, pulling out white arcs of light in the space.

The power fluctuations in each arc light were enough to tear this small space apart.

But when the three arcs of light were about to shoot in front of Jia Zhenjing, they were all slapped by a tall and majestic figure, and all of them turned into powder.

The phantom standing in front of Jia Zhenjing and the three of them is the image of the Holy War Angel back then!

"It's him! How can it be! ”

"Isn't he dead? Has he been lurking in the Dark Prison all along? ”

The Clown King and the Clay King were so frightened that they collapsed.

I couldn't help but be frightened by his shadow and retreated.

"Holy War, are you still alive?"

Jia Zhenjing was so excited that he burst into tears, but he rushed up but was bounced away by a faint force.

"He, he's not a jihad!"

The old man was stunned, and after seeing the phantom of the holy war, he said with difficulty: "He is just a wisp of the holy war angel. ”

"Nope! That's not an illusion, it's a remnant! It's the remnant of the Angel of Jihad! ”

Nangong Shui's eyes were red, and he gasped for breath, and he could see through the remnant soul of the Holy War Angel at a glance.

"Remnant! Could it be that the Angel of Jihad died? ”

Bang......

Jia Zhenjing and the old man's minds exploded at once, if it was really a wisp of remnant soul, did it mean that the Holy War Angel was really dead?

He subconsciously touched the armor on his chest, which was given to him by the Holy War Angel at the beginning. Over the years, he has also resisted countless difficult adventures, but after the remnant soul appeared, the armor began to slowly crack, until it finally turned into powder and disappeared between heaven and earth......

Everyone finally understood that the holy war in front of them might really be just a wisp of remnant soul, and the armor was gone.

His remnant soul was confused, his facial features were distorted, and no one could see what he really looked like.

Leaving only the majestic body of everyone is his awe-inspiring aura.

The Clown King and the Clay King thought it was a real holy war, and they were so frightened that they had no intention of fighting again.

Even the monk on the other side was shocked by the tall and majestic figure in front of him.

That majestic breath is very real!

"Holy war! I've been waiting for you for years, and you've finally appeared! ”

As soon as those arcs were scattered, there was a chilling sound from the depths of the space.

A terrifying fog filled from the depths of space.

The smoke of gunpowder was billowing out, as if a great war had been experienced, and the heavens and the earth were discolored, like a ghost crying wolf.

When the smoke cleared, a man with unclear facial features stood there, his expression blurred. But judging by his angular hubs. This man should be extremely handsome!

But his facial features seemed to be covered by a faint layer of smoke, his facial features were blurred, and he had no face at all!

Does he have no face at all!

Jia Zhenjing and the three of them were shocked together, with a strong person like them who cultivated their combat power, their eyesight was naturally very strong, but they still couldn't judge what the man's face looked like.

"What level of king is this?"

Nangong Shui and the old man couldn't bear the terrifying coercion, and they were a little weak, even if Jia Zhenjing felt a sense of dormancy rise inexplicably.

This man in front of him is so powerful! The Clown King and they all stepped aside. Relying on the other side of the flower to stabilize and not be affected.

"His coercion is really terrifying, much more terrifying than the monks on the other side and the three of them combined!"

The old man said with palpitations.

The three of them all retreated, this was a duel between the king of the peak and the king of the peak.

Moreover, the holy war itself is not here at all, just a wisp of remnant soul is enough to shock the past and the present.

However, if this remnant soul is really the Holy War Angel's, then is he—is he really dead?

Moreover, the power of this remnant soul in front of him is terrifying, at least it must be the cultivation of the six heavens of the sub-holy realm! With only a wisp of remnant soul to confront the king on the level of the unknown realm opposite, the three of them secretly pinched a cold sweat for him.

However, the illusory remnant soul of the Holy War Angel did not have any reason at all, and his eyes were as deep as an ocean, empty and godless like an unfathomable abyss, and his eyes were like stars.

One glance is enough for 10,000 years!

"You're not a jihad!"

Suddenly! The faceless man immediately recognized the present phantom of the Holy War Angel.

"Roaring ......"

The remnant soul roared wildly, all the space behind him was stopped, and all the fields within a hundred meters around him were manipulated by him, which was extremely terrifying!

"Not good! That's the power of the realm! ”

Jia Zhenjing's eyes were complicated, pulling Nangong Shui and the old man to quickly leave the danger, once they strayed into the holy war realm of the holy war angels, all of them would be devoured and manipulated by the realm, and the current holy war angels had no spiritual sense at all, just a wisp of remnant souls left behind, it was difficult to judge that it was his own body.

"Buzz, buzz."

The faceless man also expanded his own realm, and the two realms collided wildly and devoured each other.

"Po ......", however, at the most exciting moment, the realm of both of them exploded at the same time.

The field self-destructs!

Jia Zhenjing stared at his red eyes, looking incredulous.

"Could it be that the faceless man is also a wisp of remnant soul?"

Only when one's true body comes can one open one's own realm, like the wisp of the remnant soul of the Holy War Angel, it is difficult to manipulate one's own realm to fight, but the realm of the faceless man has also exploded one after another, that is to say, the faceless man is just a wisp of the other party's remnant soul.

Also, maybe! Maybe this faceless man is the deepest powerhouse in the dark prison, he is just a remnant soul has come up, the deity has not come, and the remnant soul alone can compete with the holy war angels, what a terrifying powerhouse!!

"Roaring ......"

"Roar—"

As soon as the battle spirits of the two peerless powerhouses came out, almost the entire space was shattered and shattered again!

The monk on the other side had been shocked by the aftermath to the point that his mouth was spurting blood, his eyes were dull, as if he was dead, and he was taken out of this space by the clown king.

"Get out of here!" Jia Zhenjing was anxious, watching the black vitality pouring down, and hurriedly pulled Nangong Shui and the old man to break through this space frantically.

"Boom...... Rumble ......"

The space behind them shattered, and a large amount of violent vitality crushed them.

One step later, there is a real chance that all three of them will die here!

Then he rushed out of the third layer of the Dark Prison's enchantment light curtain......

"Boom ......"

The boundless terrifying coercion shattered the entire space and shattered it again, and no one knew how powerful the battle spirits of these two peerless powerhouses were.

However, Jia Zhenjing can be sure that if he rushes in at this time, he will be killed almost instantly.

The duel between the strong men standing at the peak of this world, how could it be controlled by a half-step sub-saint like them?

……

After all the qi ē was calm, when Jia Zhenjing broke through the space of the third layer. But he was surprised to find that the remnant soul of the Holy War Angel could not disappear, and was replaced by a domineering stone statue that looked down on the common people and asked who was the best in the world!

The statue is guarded in the passage of the third layer, and without absolute strength, it is impossible to break his statue at all.

The Faceless Man's war spirit is nowhere to be seen.

The three of them stepped in.

"Could this really be what the Holy War Angels had foreshadowed, and only by waiting for that kid to come can he unlock all the secrets of the Dark Prison?"

The old man's eyes were complicated and flashing.

"Maybe this is already a good plan for the jihad. It seems that all of what we have done before has no meaning in the slightest. ”

Nangong Shui looked lost.