Above the ghost crying, his soul was always watching the resentful spirits. Those resentful spirits haunted and cursed the Punishment Heaven. They were originally fused with the Angry Qi, but when Xingtian absorbed the Angry Qi and reorganized their bodies, they drank the Torture Heaven and merged into one.

Then, a fatal flaw appeared.

Xingtian's every move is in their eyes. Then they told the ghost about all this.

At the same time, the blood flow distribution in Xingtian's body was unobstructed, and the eyes of the ghost crying flesh were unobstructed. Xingtian was in front of him, as if he had been scanned inside and out after being peeled, which directly caused every knife of Ghost Cry to cut on his major artery.

But even so, Devil May Cry dances on the tip of the knife.

The loss of demonic energy is getting more and more, the suction from hell is getting stronger and stronger, and his time is running out.

"Merit, merit ......"

"Blood, more blood......"

The soul and the flesh murmured at the same time, and the ghost cried back violently, dragging the long knife to attack again, and this time, it was even more ferocious.

Bloodletting, bloodletting, constant bloodletting!

With flashes of knife light, splashes of blood, and after just ten breaths, Xingtian, who was lame, knelt on the ground with his legs.

His body was crisscrossed with more than a dozen wounds, and blood gushed out. The rolling outflow of blood, under his feet, had formed a huge pool of blood.

Xing Tian wielded the axe weakly, the ghost cried and lowered his body, the axe swept over his head, and then he took a step forward and raised his hand to slash.

Xingtian's arm suddenly opened its flesh, and a large piece of blood spurted out. The axe, which he could no longer hold, came out of his hand, spun and smashed a foot away.

There was a "bang", and large blood-red mud spots splattered.

Devil Cry raised his long knife with both hands, at eye level, the tip of the knife pointing straight ahead. Looking at Xingtian who was covered in blood in front of him, he stepped down with a fierce kick, and the whole person rose into the air.

Xing Tian weakly raised his hands and placed them in front of him. The ghost cried's eyes widened angrily, and his red eyes were completely exposed.

Dawn - Divine Light!!

Zheng!

A flash of white light bloomed in Xingtian's eyes, and in an instant, the world in his eyes became a white expanse.

Immediately afterwards, the two thick arms in front of him were cut off without hindrance by a knife, and they were neatly separated from the body. The Devil Cry passed through his arms and stabbed him in the left eye.

The left eye was pierced by a knife, and then the beating heart behind the eye was also pierced by a knife.

The left eye, which was pierced by a knife, was like a ruptured water pipe, and red blood shot out, spraying ghosts and crying.

Xingtian's tall body slowly fell backwards to the ground, a large piece of mud rolled, and two broken huge arms fell to the ground.

Poof!

One after another, fountain of blood spurted out from all over Xingtian's body. Sprayed into the sky, spreading, spreading, forming a hazy mist of blood.

In the blood mist, the blood-soaked ghost weeped and pulled out his knife, raised his head and roared. The wolf-like roar was heard far, far away, and he threw the knife aside, and then opened his mouth and fell down.

The long knife fell to the ground, plunged into the dirt, and swayed slightly.

Goo knock! Goo knock!

The sound of swallowing clearly came into the ears of everyone present.

"No, don't drink, can't drink, don't drink!" the Tiger Daoist held his hands and was about to get up. Once drunk, there's no going back.

In the eyes of the Tiger Dao people, it is full of heartache.

Ghost crying, this young man with a fierce face, although he only has a one-sided relationship with him, but he sincerely likes this young man, likes this young man's courage, and likes his tough style.

In the face of an almost invincible demon god like Xingtian, this young man did not retreat at all, and twice in a row, desperately blocked Xingtian and fought for him a chance.

And now, he absolutely did not allow himself to watch this young man fall into the devil's path.

However, the injuries on his body did not allow it.

With a "click", the hand was broken, and the Tiger Daoist fell down again.

"Ahh However, it was too late. He watched as Xingtian's hands and feet trembled and dried up in the blood mist.

Finally, the blood mist was blown away by the wind, Ghost Cry staggered to his feet, and Xingtian swallowed his last breath because of the loss of blood.

His scarlet eyes glanced at all the people present, and the pure and incomparably evil thoughts made everyone's hearts tighten, as if they were being held tightly by an invisible hand.

Devil Cry lowered his body, which was an offensive gesture. All the people present have lost their combat effectiveness. They could only wait for death to come again, but death passed them by in a hurry again.

The hovering evil spirit, the distorted face became serene, and the black smoke on the body faded. A grateful smile appeared on their faces, and they bowed slightly at the ghost cry, and then, turned into a little light and dissipated.

Heartfelt gratitude, turned into a wisp of breeze, gently blowing through the ghost cry.

The long hair full of clotted blood fluttered slightly, and the suction from hell was blown away by this wisp of fresh wind. The scarlet eyes gradually returned to black.

The soul, which was almost out of the shell, was quickly pulled back into the body, and suddenly, the ghost cried and woke up, and reason drove away desire again.

Jingle bell~

Jingle bell~

The crisp sound of the bell drew the attention of Oni Cry, and he jumped off Xingtian's body and grabbed the long knife.

Then he looked at the crowd, and a smile just appeared on his face, but immediately after, he smelled a strong smell of blood, and the smile on his face froze.

Knock knock~

Knock knock~

Knock knock~

The heart was beating violently. The smell of blood, with an irresistible allure, struck his sanity.

He swallowed hard, then turned his head and ran off into the distance.

The ghost cried and left, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. And the Tiger Daoist, looking at the figure of the ghost crying away, hesitated and struggled on his face.

Everyone was stunned, and it took a long time before they slowly recovered.

The eldest prince muttered, "We, succeeded?"

"We won!" said a sergeant covering his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling.

The eldest prince's heart sank, and his face showed gloom. He felt sorry for the dead soldiers, and his heart ached for the living soldiers.

Those who die will be buried as warriors and bring their ashes back to their homeland, along with their glory.

But these living armor soldiers, in the fierce battle, they did not retreat half a step. However, after they were lucky enough to survive and relax, the blows from the previous battles continued to echo in their minds, the washing of demonic energy, coupled with the death of a large number of comrades-in-arms, and then finally ruined them.

The eldest prince stood up with his spear on his feet, patted the weeping armor on the shoulder, and said firmly: "Go, take the brothers home." ”