Chapter 1142

"This... Impossible, impossible!" The sandstorm Angel looked at the crack on the pyramid and his eyes showed unwilling color.

With that, he suddenly picked up the scepter in his hand. Yellow sand gushed from his feet and kept pouring towards the pyramid to fill the growing cracks.

"Boom..."

Although the yellow sand has been made up as soon as possible, the cracks are getting bigger and bigger, and the filled yellow sand will not play much role at all.

"Shit, give me a letter!" The sandstorm Angel roared and suddenly inserted the dead wood crutch in his hand into the ground.

Then he drew a dagger from his waist and suddenly cut his wrist

Blood kept pouring out of his hands and dripping on the crutch.

The crutch is like a dry sea. After the blood drops on it, it is absorbed instantly... With the gushing of blood, the smell of sandstorm Angel becomes weaker and weaker.

After a few seconds, he couldn't support it. He knelt directly on the ground and gasped.

Looking at the huge pyramid, there was a layer of blood light around it. The blood light kept closing, pressed it back heavily, and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the cracked pyramid was completely closed, and the ground shook!

"Ha ha! Shen Feng, it's no use struggling again... "

Although the sandstorm angel was extremely weak, his laughter was very crazy, as if he had won the final victory.

Before his laughter fell, the pyramid shook again!

"Boom..." the vibration amplitude is several times larger than that just now!

For a moment, I didn't wait for the sandstorm angel to react.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the pyramid burst completely. The strong wind carried the yellow sand all over the sky, and everyone covered their eyes

"Sha Sha..."

Yellow sand rustled down, and a figure emerged from the center of the pyramid.

This figure was covered with black evil Qi, and his eyes were red, like the strange blood pupil in the night!

Holding a black blade in his hand, there is a faint green cold light on the edge of the blade

This man is Shen Feng. Now he has completely entered the state of demonization!

"Ah!" A low roar came out of Shen Feng's mouth, and the resentment in the corpse cave poured into his body.

His strength was already very violent. Now he absorbs the resentment of the hiding corpse cave and has a stronger breath!

"He, he, what kind of monster is he..." the sandstorm Angel looked at Shen Feng and felt an unprecedented fear in his heart!

"Kill!" Like a roar from hell, the bloody pupils looked at the sandstorm Angel closest to them.

"Don't come!" Facing Shen Feng, the sandstorm angel had no other thoughts except fear.

"Brush!" Shen Feng's figure turned into a remnant shadow and came to him in an instant.

The sandstorm angel only felt that a black light flashed in front of him, and then the surrounding scenery began to change... And he saw his body

"Dong!"

The head of the sandstorm angel fell to the ground, and his body fell powerlessly.

The sandstorm angel, one of the four Blazing Angels in the blood temple, died in battle!

Quiet!

At this moment, all the people who were fighting were quiet. The eyes of the Vatican people showed panic. They thought that the crisis of Shen Feng had been solved.

But I didn't think it has become the biggest threat now!

"Ha ha..." Shen Feng looked at the blood gushing from the sandstorm angel and laughed wildly.

"Brush!" His body turned into a remnant and rushed to his nearest few people.

One is a werewolf and the other is a knight of the Holy See. They didn't expect that Shen Feng would suddenly attack them.

Although they were immortal opponents, they ran away at the same time with a very tacit understanding, because there was only a dead end if they didn't run.

But even if you run, the end is still the same

"Brush!" The broken rainbow crossed a bright cold awn, which showed a perfect half moon shape.

When the cold awn crossed, two blood shot up. The werewolf and the Holy See Knight fell to the ground at the same time and died instantly!

"He, they even us..."

The people of the underground league are stupid. They think Shen Feng is an alliance, but they didn't expect Shen Feng to kill even his own people.

"Run, everybody stay away from him!" Roared the Duke of Rio.

In the first World War in Beihai, he saw with his own eyes the state of Shen Feng when he was crazy. He killed people when he saw them. It was an indiscriminate attack.

And now Shen Feng is the same, seems stronger, more terrible and powerful than at that time!

After listening to the order, all the people of the underground League left Shen Feng. The people of the holy see are not fools. No one dares to fight Shen Feng. His strength has exceeded the normal prediction range!

However, Shen Feng did not give up because of their retreat, but continued to chase and kill.

"Qiang!" Shen Feng's knife directly shook the long sword in the hands of the presiding judge of the Holy See.

While the long sword was shaken away, the presiding judge's body fell directly to the ground. Now he is unarmed and can only watch Shen Feng come.

"Don't come here." The presiding judge kept backing up on the ground and looked at Shen Feng in horror.

Shen Feng only saw killing and couldn't listen to any of his begging for mercy.

"Die!" At the bottom of Shen Feng's throat, a low roar came out, and the sharp edge of duanhong was cold, cutting directly at the neck of the presiding judge.

When the blade was less than two meters away from him, "boom!" With a loud bang, a golden light hit the broken rainbow and hit the blade sideways.

The blade of death scratched against the chief judge's scalp and narrowly escaped.

After dodging the fatal knife, the presiding judge ran away in the distance without stopping.

Shen Feng did not continue to pursue, but turned his head and looked at the direction of the golden light.

It was the Pope who did it.

He was standing at the gate of hell, holding a scepter and panting.

At this time, the gate of hell has been closed. The three eyed giant ape is powerless to lean in front of the gate of hell. It is scarred and bleeding. It has no strength to push the gate of hell.

The Pope's intention is also very obvious. He wants to take the holy sword from the gate of hell!

Only in the process of competing for the holy sword, the presiding judge was in danger and he had to save him.

Shen Feng has almost lost his consciousness now. He only has killing in his eyes and doesn't want to compete for any holy sword at all.

But the Pope never thought that his action to save his subordinates successfully attracted Shen Feng's attention.

Shen Feng raised his mouth slightly, his red eyes stared at the Pope tightly, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face