Chapter 1128

"What? Do you have anything else to say? " Shen Feng said impatiently.

"I can forgive you, as long as you let me go..." the angel of death stared at Shen Feng.

"No!" Shen Feng cold tunnel.

He refused because he didn't want to miss the chance to let the tiger go back to the mountain. Besides, he didn't believe the words of the angel of death.

"What I said is true!" The angel of death said again that he must seize the only chance to live, otherwise he will really become the ghost of Shen Feng.

Then he reached into his arms, took out a bloody six winged angel medal and handed it to Shen Feng.

"This is the keepsake of the blazing angel in our temple. I can give it to you now."

"If I kill you, isn't it still mine? With your hospitality? " Shen Feng said with a sneer.

"..." the angel of death said again without a word: "I will contact you regularly and report the situation and dynamics of the blood temple."

Shen Feng was really ready to kill him at the very beginning, but if he could put an eyeliner in the bloody temple, nobody would have thought of an angel, including the owner of the bloody temple.

In this way, he was a little shaken, so he took his medal and whispered.

"Go on!"

"Say what?" The angel of death was a little confused.

"How many people have you come this time?" Shen Feng put the broken rainbow on his neck and asked.

"Many..."

"Be specific!" Shen Feng mercilessly interrupted him.

"There are two Blazing Angels. Besides me, there is the old guy of sandstorm." The angel of death continued: "there are seven Blood Angels, including the sleeping angel, and the golden sword Knight..."

"So much!" Shen Feng was surprised. He didn't care how many golden sword knights and others there were.

"Where is the holy sword now?" Shen Feng asked again.

"In a cave over there, it is estimated that we have found almost now." The angel of death now knows everything.

"Well, you can go now. Don't forget our agreement. If you dare to play tricks, this medal will appear in the hands of the Lord of your temple! Even if I don't do it, you'll die miserably. " Shen Feng cold tunnel.

"I see." The angel of death nodded.

After that, when Shen Feng turned to leave, the angel of death quickly stopped him.

"You must kill the old guy in the sandstorm, or I can't go back and recover my life."

He came with the sandstorm angel. If the sandstorm Angel goes back alive, the two of them will be incompatible. The sandstorm angel will certainly add fuel and vinegar.

The Lord of the temple is angry. Maybe he will lose his life, but if the sandstorm Angel dies, he can say whatever he wants.

"I see." Shen Feng said and disappeared into the boundless night.

The angel of death watched Shen Feng leave, lay powerlessly on the ground, looked at the dark night sky and sighed a long sigh... In order to live, he had to make this choice

After leaving the sight of the angel of death, Shen Feng immediately put away the power of evil spirit and magic bone. He leaned against a big tree and gasped.

Absorbing so much resentment and using the power of magic bone will also consume him a lot. If he hadn't swallowed the jade beads of Beihai giant demon, he would almost be unable to control himself.

"No, I can't rest. I have to move on. The holy sword is still waiting for me!"

Shen Feng rested for a moment, and he continued to walk forward

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The cave is very wide and extends in all directions. The ground is densely covered with dead bones.

These withered bones have been weathered. Once they go up, they will occasionally collapse. Several people from the Holy See and the bloody Temple walk on them, and there is a "click" sound everywhere.

Among the skeletons, some small animals made homes inside.

After stepping on the skeleton, several centipedes with a length of more than ten centimeters climbed out of the skeleton's eyes and exposed their tusks to the people who destroyed their homes.

But the Vatican Knights wore armor, and their tusks were useless and could only be ruthlessly trampled to death.

"Damn it, my boots are disgusting!" A man walking in a cave fork took a torch and scolded.

"Keep your voice down and don't be heard by his Majesty the Pope." Another whispered.

"What are you afraid of? We don't know how far it is. When we get the holy sword, we will definitely sacrifice the bastards of the League to heaven!"

As he spoke, a dark figure flashed in front of several people.

"Who!" The other man whispered.

"What are you doing? You're surprised."

"Don't you see anything?"

"What do you see? What else is there but damn bugs? "

While talking, the man opposite him suddenly widened his eyes, as if he saw something terrible.

He noticed a smell coming from behind him. At the same time, a big hand was put on his shoulder.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that it was a "hand" much larger than ordinary people, covered with gray fluff.

"Ah! Ah! "

Two shrill screams lingered in the whole cave

"What sound!" The Pope and the sandstorm Angel heard the voices at the same time.

After hearing the sound, they were alert at the same time. Although the cave looked calm, they had an illusion that it was not as quiet as it seemed.

"Go and have a look!" All the teams looking for the holy sword approached in the direction of the scream.

The first to be present was the presiding judge of the Holy See. He was wearing a heavy armor and carrying a knight's sword around his waist.

There were two corpses lying on the ground. They were the two previous Vatican knights.

The armor on their bodies sank down, and their heads were different. They were not cut with sharp tools, but seemed to be torn by great force.

The eyes of the corpse were wide, and the expression on his face was very ferocious because of severe pain and fear, and there were dead bones around, which made people shudder.

The presiding judge and several holy see Knights around him were afraid. They couldn't imagine what they had encountered before they died.

At this time, the Pope and other people in the blood Temple rushed over one after another. These people saw the bodies on the ground and their hearts hung up.

"That's interesting. It seems that there are some wonderful creatures here." The sandstorm angel smiled.

"The knight who can easily tear me up is certainly not an ordinary thing. You must be careful." The Pope murmured.

"The more unusual things are, the more I like them. My pet died a few days ago. It's right to replace it." The sandstorm Angel continued. He didn't pay any attention to the unknown creature