I have a cave of evil

In the dark night of Mianlong Mountain, a huge, dazzling and incandescent sun suddenly rose.

The bright holy light shone on Qianmang's body, and suddenly a high holy white flame rose up, causing Ganmang to let out a muffled groan in pain.

The incandescent sun came rumbling directly, not fast, but with an astonishing momentum, with the posture of devouring the sky and the earth. The huge suction force produced made Qianmang unable to move, so he could only choose to resist.

Ganmang's whole body was as red as blood, with eight arms waving, spells in his hands, the space in front of him "teared" with a crisp sound, and an oval crack opened, and jet-black blood water about ten feet thick shot out like a high-pressure water gun, hitting the ground. In front of the incandescent sun.

As soon as the jet-black blood appeared, the roar of curses and grievances rose loudly, shaking people's eardrums and making their hearts almost stagnate.

"Since your Holy Spirit is omnipotent, let's try to purify the curses and resentments of the world!" His long hair danced wildly, his skin was cracked, and his whole body seemed to be a porcelain figurine with ice cracks.

"The blood river is mighty, and the curse is endless."

"See if your shitty holy god can purify the endless curse and resentment."

He actually broke the barrier between the world and the spiritual world, and attracted the water of the truly cursed blood river.

The cursed blood river is a tributary of the mother river of life, carrying all the negative emotions of life, just a single drop can drive all creatures within a hundred miles to go mad and fight until they die.

So much water of the cursed blood river, flowing out, is enough to wipe out half of the continent's creatures.

Since the fierce battle, the seraphim changed color for the first time, angrily angrily said: "Evil heretics! The demons in hell are not as vicious as you."

Pushing with both hands, he actually created a smaller incandescent sun, bypassing the space crack that summoned the cursed blood river, and blasted towards Qianmang.

Ganmang couldn't avoid it, roared in anger, and swung his spear at the second incandescent sun.

But the bloody spear condensed with the blood-skull's divine power was evaporated by the incandescent sun's masculine and domineering purification power before it touched the incandescent sun, and it slammed into Qianmang without any hindrance.

Seeing that the second incandescent sun evaporated the energy armor of Ganmang's body, opening a big hole in the huge body, and when it was about to burn the body of Ganmang into gas, an old and hunchbacked figure suddenly appeared on the second day. between.

"Silly boy, the divine power of the Bloodhead God is not for you to use like this."

With his hands behind his back, the blood-headed chief raised his crutches calmly and drew a virtual circle in the air. The cursing river of blood that was spewing out immediately branched out, forming a circular curtain along the direction drawn by the crutches. , wrapping the incandescent sun like making dumplings.

Like covering an incandescent light bulb with a layer of red cloth, the incandescent sun suddenly dimmed, and the light emitted was no longer a dazzling holy light, but a gloomy reddish blood light.

The blood-skull chief shook his hand, pointed his crutches at the seraph, and the incandescent sun covered in blood blasted back at a speed of a thousand times.

Everything seems slow, but actually happens in the blink of an eye.

Seraphim didn't expect the trick to be hit back so easily, and instinctively set up the sword, and then the whole body was blasted into an afterimage by the rebounding incandescent sun, flew into the night sky, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The first incandescent sun, without the control of the seraph, still attacked Qianmang firmly.

The blood-headed chief repeated his old trick, drew a circle with his crutches, wrapped the incandescent sun with the blood river, and then swung it, the incandescent sun turned 360 degrees and blasted straight into the Jiufeng Valley.

Jiufenggu is in the state of the pseudo-God King domain, split from the sky and the earth, and what is shown in front of everyone is just a phantom like a mirage. The incandescent sun passed through the phantom and crashed into the high mountain not far away.

"--boom!"

The entire mountain peak exploded, and half of the tens of millions of tons of high mountain was blown hundreds of meters away. The deep white sacred flames formed magnificent fireworks, scattered all around, and continued to burn after falling on the ground. It did not go out for a long time.

The blood-skull chief let out a "huh" and seemed very surprised, as if he didn't expect Jiufenggu's state to be so strange.

Just as he was about to study, a meteor flew from the sky.

The seraphim held up the great sword burning with the holy flame, emptied the air, and slashed down on the blood-headed chief.

At this moment, the seraphim was in an extremely embarrassing state. The six glorious and holy wings were blown to pieces, and there were not many swan-like feathers left. Hundreds of wounds, large and small, were all over it, and the bones could be clearly seen in severe cases. .

Half of his head was shattered, leaving only one eye, one ear, and half of his mouth. The deep white flames were burning fiercely, filling the lost part of the head.

"Heretic, die!"

The seraph was so angry that he was hit like this by the power of the Holy God. Doesn't it mean that he betrayed the holy scroll?

The always calm Seraphim could no longer control his vigorous anger, and cut out a thousand-meter-long flaming sword energy, which would surely let the enemy's blood spill on the spot.

"A trash with no power, don't act too arrogantly."

The blood-skull chief took a step slowly in the air, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

[What about people? 】

The seraph was startled suddenly, and then something hit the back of its head.

The blood-skull chief unexpectedly appeared behind the high-speed flying seraph in an instant, and gently pressed the back of the seraph's head with the end of the crutch.

"I'm also very interested in what that kid Ganmang said."

"Whether your so-called all-knowing and omnipotent Holy Spirit can purify the wailing curses of the world in the blood river, please let me see."

The old and weak voice came to the ear, and the seraph had no time to think, and instinctively threw his backhand behind him, and the blazing holy fire roared out, but it smashed into the air.

The blood-headed chief returned to Ganmang, leaning on a cane, hunched over, coughing non-stop, like an old man who was seriously ill and dying.

The seraphim didn't feel happy at all, but a great fear arose in his heart, that some kind of spell had already been cast on him.

The blood-headed chief took a breath, calmed down his cough, and said in a low voice:

"Blind!"

Seraphim suddenly felt that his eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything anymore.

"deaf!"

hearing loss.

"weak!"

The body is so heavy.

"disease!"

Itchy... Painful... Dizzy... Nausea!

Large abscesses and rot began to appear on the body of the seraph, but it was instantly burned by the holy fire around him, but the sickness continued, and all kinds of diseases suffered by mortals, both internal and external, appeared on the body of the seraphim one by one .

"senescence!"

The seraphim's wings began to turn gray, wrinkles began to appear at the corners of its eyes, and the frequency of the flames around it seemed to have slowed down, showing an old look.

"Death of a loved one."

So sad, why did you abandon me and stay in this world alone.

"Farewell to lovers."

Don't go!

"The pain of giving birth."

"You can't do what you want."

The pain experienced by mortals in the world, both physical and spiritual, was recited one by one by the high priest of the blood head, until he recited six kinds of suffering, the seraphim raised his head to the sky and screamed, tears streaming down his face, and roared:

"Bitter! Too bitter! How can life be so bitter!"

Cheng Yin slapped his own head heavily with one hand, smashed his head to pieces, and left his body on the spot.

Seraphim, die!