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Volume 1 Rose Prison Chapter 962 Blood Wings

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    "Whoosh!" At this moment, the wings of freedom of Huang Yi's clone flapped slightly, and his body turned into a rapid phantom, rushing towards Canyan.

    The Wrath of the Killing God cut through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air. Every line on the ax lit up with the dazzling red light of the artifact. The dragon head engraved on the tip of the ax handle blinked rapidly, containing an amazing meaning.  The power of heart palpitations.

    This copy can only last for one minute, and every second is extremely precious!

    Canyan chuckled lightly, flapped his black flesh wings, and flashed behind Huang Yi's clone like a teleport!

    With a wave of his monk's robe, a black demonic energy suddenly shot out!

    This mass of demonic energy was very strange. It showed a painful face, opened its mouth wide, and let out a sharp scream. It bit the back of Huang Yi's clone almost instantly.

    But the next moment, the demonic energy disappeared without causing any harm!

    Huang Yi¡¯s clone also possesses the talent of Nephalem bloodline and can be completely immune to demonic damage. This is the nemesis of the demons!

    "Huh? It's interesting!" Canyan put away his previous contemptuous look, took out a dagger in his hand, and began to seriously fight Huang Yi's clone.

    Both of them have wings, which greatly increases their speed. They fight back and forth quickly in the air, forming phantoms that are dizzying.

    The dust on the ruins was kicked up, making the sky look hazy, gradually obscuring their figures. Only two shadows could be vaguely seen colliding with each other, and then quickly separated.

    Among the ruins, the little boy clenched the dagger in his hand, raised his head and looked up at Huang Yi's clone expectantly.  It seems that all hope is placed on it.

    Behind the broken wall.  Huang Yi's body observed for a while.  It was discovered that the clone summoned by the little boy only had about 70% of the attributes of his original body. It was far less flexible in combat than himself, was frequently hit by the residual eye, and did not have some special talents and skills.

    Canyan¡¯s strength is probably around the level of the advanced heaven, and his level should be about the same as Huang Yi¡¯s. Looking at the Central Continent where there are so many powerful people.  He is also a very powerful master.  His strength originally exceeded that of the clone, but his strongest demonic method was exempted. Even if he attacked the clone, it would be difficult to cause any damage, and he gradually fell behind.

    If Canyan is not a demon, but a normal high-level heavenly expert, then Huang Yi's clone is no match for him!

    A talent for magic immunity completely changes the situation of the battle!

    "Poof!" At this moment, in the hazy sky, the shadow with four pairs of demon wings struck another bald shadow with an axe!

    The bald shadow spurted out a mouthful of black blood.  His body flew out and landed hard among the ruins.  It dragged out a long trajectory and splashed up pieces of gravel.

    Canyan was defeated!

    "Damn it! It's just a copy of the God of Death, and it actually completely ignores my demonic power!" Canyan stood up from the ruins with difficulty, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and simply ignored Huang Yi's copy.  body, but rushed towards the little boy.

    Huang Yi¡¯s clone flapped its wings of freedom again, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of the little boy. It grasped the Wrath of the Killing God and struck with a backhand!

    "Boom!" The next moment, Canyan was once again knocked out by Huang Yi's clone and hit a wooden chair in the ruins. Even the wooden chair was smashed into pieces of sawdust.

    Huang Yi¡¯s copy is expressionless, with a pair of sharp eyes exposed under the flowing hair, without any emotion, but reassuring.

    It is like a wall, firmly protecting the believers behind them

    "I knew the God of Death would never let me down!" At this time, an excited smile appeared on the little boy's dirty face, he raised his little head and looked up at the replica in front of him with admiration.

    At that moment, Huang Yi's body seemed to feel that the little boy's looking up eyes seemed to have penetrated the hazy dust in the sky, looking straight at him.

    In a daze, Huang Yi had the illusion that such eyes were coming from all directions around the world!

    In every corner of the world, countless members of the Hero Cult face danger every day. When they are desperate, they will summon copies of the God of Death to come.  At this moment, there may be thousands of copies of the God of Death, fighting in desperate battles with various enemies in every corner of the world, protecting the followers of the Hero Cult behind them.

    Perhaps, there are many players who have not joined the Hero Cult and are looking forward to his performance. He is the representative of the strongest master among the 10 billion players in the world. Whether the world can withstand the seven demon kings depends on him.  performance!

     What a heavy trust this is!

    "In that case, I will let you see the true power of the Acolyte of Pain!" At this moment, Canyan stood up from the ruins again!

    He no longer tried to attack the defense line of Huang Yi's clone, but solemnly stabbed the dagger in his hand towards his chest!

    "Poof!" The dagger penetrated directly into the chest, and the black demonic blood was splashed out, soaked into his monk's robe, and gradually condensed towards the pair of black flesh wings behind him.

    Canyan¡¯s body trembled, his face twisted, and a flash of pain flashed across his face, then turned into a smile, seeming to be very comfortable and enjoying himself.  The bloody lines on his bald head began to glow crazily with red light, scattering among the hazy dust. From a distance, they looked like a red light.

    "Puff! Puff! Puff!" Canyan kept inserting the dagger into his body, mutilating himself crazily, and the demon blood kept spurting out, like a broken water pipe.

    Some demonic blood spilled on the surrounding ruins, corroding all objects, whether masonry or wood, all melted by the demonic blood and turned into a black fluid, like a black swamp.

    "Treat pain as faith, then death will be heaven. The trauma I have suffered will turn into immortal power and be injected into my wings." Canyan was mutilating himself while chanting an evil prayer, his voice trembling slightly.  , seems very painful and very comfortable, intertwined into a strange melody.

    The blood flowing out wrapped the entire pair of wings on his back, forming a pair of strange blood wings. Even from a long distance, one could feel the powerful power on those wings.

    At this moment, the clone seemed to sense the threat and rushed towards Canyan. The Wrath of the Killing God in his hand flashed a dazzling golden light and hit his head hard, trying to interrupt this skill.  !

    "Dang!" The next moment, a loud bell rang in Canyan's head, as if it was striking a golden bell in the temple, and circles of blood-red sound waves vibrated in the air.

    Canyan¡¯s head didn¡¯t suffer the slightest damage, but the red sound waves that vibrated out bounced Huang Yi¡¯s copy away!

    "Next, let me show you what real pain is!" Canyan laughed evilly, flapped the black blood wings behind his back, and rolled hard at the clone that flew upside down!

    Immediately, the clone was wrapped in the fleshy wings and lifted up in the air, just like a person being lifted up by the neck.

    The clone kept struggling, trying to regain its freedom, but the power of Canyan's wings seemed to have become invincible, completely trapping the clone.

    Canyan smiled evilly as he gathered the power of his wings and compressed the clone toward the center!  The blood on the wings also penetrated into the clone's body.

    "Kakaka!" The sound of bones being crushed suddenly came from the clone's body. His head was filled with blood and his eyes were red. It seemed that he would be crushed at any time, and he had no power to fight back.

    The little boy not far away turned pale with fright. He clenched his fists and looked nervously at Huang Yi's clone.

    Even Huang Yi himself, who was behind the broken wall, clearly felt that Canyan's wings were so powerful that they were invincible. Even if it were him who took action in person, it would be difficult to deal with them.

    "Bang!" Finally, the clone couldn't bear the majestic squeezing force, burst open, and turned into flesh and blood falling down all over the sky.

    After the flesh and blood fell to the ground, they quickly melted and seemed to have never existed.

    That was just a replica, not Huang Yi¡¯s real flesh and blood.

    Canyan nodded with satisfaction, turned around slowly, looked directly at the little boy on the ruins with a pair of empty eyes, smiled slightly, and said: "The copy of the God of Death has been crushed to death by me. Why?  So, have you tasted the pain?"

    The little boy's body trembled, his face full of despair, tears welling up in his eyes, his thin body retreating helplessly, and the broken sword in his hand trembled.

    "Since my clone was crushed to death by you, let me try it myself!" At this moment, Huang Yi finally walked out from behind the broken wall.

    Every time he takes a step, he releases a powerful aura, forming a circle of aura and blowing away the dust around him.

    In an instant, the little boy and Canyan suddenly turned their heads and looked over, their faces invariably shocked!

    That clone was killed just now, and now an identical God of Death appears!

    In a daze, they were all stunned for a moment and did not react!

    "You are reallyThe god of death!  "Canyan felt the super strong aura on Huang Yi's body, and immediately confirmed his identity, his empty eyes widened.

    As Huang Yi walked, he took out the real Wrath of the Killing God from the storage ring, turned his head and smiled at the stunned little boy, nodded and said: "Yes, this little boy is a member of the Hero Cult."  A believer, I must protect him.¡±

    Canyan quickly recovered, his face became calm again, he held the dagger in his hand tightly, and sneered: "You can't protect anyone, you are already a dead person! The seven demon kings are on their way,  When the time comes, the entire second world will be buried together because of you! It¡¯s okay, I¡¯ll kill you first to save the seven demon kings from doing it themselves!¡±

    After saying that, he flapped his nearly invincible blood wings and rushed towards Huang Yi.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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