The clefts in Apollyon's cheeks were twitching, opening and closing, half uttering vicious curses, and the other half uttering holy words of judgment against sin.
He didn't care about the slaps from his long arms and giant palms. He ignored the difference in body size that was more than three times bigger and still charged forward indomitably.
Relying on the extremely fast speed, the figure wrapped in a pitch-black priest's robe crashed straight into the palace area of the ugly demon whose chest had been penetrated in front of him. His whole body was like a sharp blade, and he made a more brutal attack on the penetrating wound on the demon's chest. The slash penetrated the whole person. Let the demon's chest and abdomen be completely penetrated and cracked, making it transparent from front to back.
The latter can actually let out a changed howl of pain. His vitality, or existence, is really tenacious.
Apollyon paid no more attention to the latter one, it meant nothing.
But the facts soon proved that his attempt to forcefully break through the obstacles was of little significance.
Ronan had indeed disappeared, completely disappearing from his range of perception.
Gone? Or stay here, hiding behind layers of time and space barriers, watching him?
Apollyon finally turned around, and blazing blood flames were burning behind him. The demon that had been penetrated in the chest and abdomen was melting in the blood flames, but it was still roaring and struggling to turn its head.
But that’s where it ends.
Blood flames flew from the body and quickly spread to the head. On the ugly face, blood spurted from all the orifices, cutting off the howling and making the big guy even more deformed.
Apollyon knew this.
Because in the past few months, this ugly-faced giant gibbon with a pulpy mouth has almost become the legendary "symbol of the new dimension."
It was also in Bancheng that Ronan transformed into Mr. Mo of the Blood Flame Order and summoned this big guy. Only then did people in the other world confirm that the "new plane" had a close and direct connection with Ronan.
Apollyon knew that he needed to focus more on distinguishing between Ronan's going and staying. But at the moment, he was still distracted and confused by some details.
Through the space fault, he sealed, or at least powerfully controlled, interfered with the surrounding space-time structure. But whether it was the exoskeleton frame that was stretched outside Ronan's body just now, or the current huge and heavy monster, no matter whether it was alive or dead, Things still came at the drop of a hat, barely making him feel any trajectory.
Also, looking at the rotten-mouthed ape and looking at this guy's dying appearance, Apollyon felt more and more strange.
As for what the problem is...
"I said, Xiaoya, you are going too far."
The blood demon's voice sounded from one side. He was still pulling on his slippers and picking up his pockets. He looked like a bored spectator and complained a little: "There is no one like you who declares sovereignty. You have to have an opinion." , why didn’t you say it during the summit meeting?”
Apollyon didn't bother to look at him and replied coldly: "Where were you when we started?"
"Uh, well... I can't help it. Why do I have such a temperament that I'm afraid of chaos in the world? Watching you fight makes me feel good being by my side."
A shameless person is invincible, and the blood demon has implemented this point thoroughly. But he quickly changed the subject: "A fight is a fight, there is no need to mix it with other things. Xiaoya, I see that your fight was not pleasant at all. Do you want me to enlighten you as an elder brother..."
The words of the blood demon passed by as soon as they came to my ears. But there is a sentence in it that gives Apollyon a hint:
Mixed with something...
His eyes were fixed on the jumping blood flames, and he understood:
This monster was going to die, but it wasn't the right way to die - it should have died in a continuous explosion
Under the power of the seven seals of revelation, but now, the burning blood seems particularly pure.
It died only because of structural collapse. The power of destruction from Apollyon was wiped out when the first wave collided.
Moreover, this cluster of burning blood flames is really well controlled!
The body of the Rotten-mouthed Ape is "dissolving", but its head is also withering and shrinking in the blood flames, and the blood is bursting out randomly, but the overall structure is not disordered at all.
Apollyon could also detect that as the Rotten-mouthed Ape's head shrank, some extremely unstable force was undoubtedly rapidly condensing inside it, so that its already protruding and fierce eyes bulged even more, and the blood spurted out. , directly igniting the air in front, making it visually more ferocious.
Dead but not stiff...
Apollyon's face was expressionless, and his burning pupils were slightly condensed. He was about to gather the power of destruction and kill the head and the energy source transported inside it with one shot.
But something suddenly moved in his heart, and his next move was to stretch out his hand, facing the blood spurting from the bulging eyes of the rotten-mouthed ape, spread his fingers, and clasp the front of the head that had shrunk to the size of a watermelon.
Palms full of life and heads about to collapse;
The power of distortion and destruction and the flying blood flames;
Seemingly solid faults and ethereal vacuoles...
At the moment of contact, multiple contradictory entities, energies, and space-time structures conflict and map back and forth with the contact surface as the center, creating complex interference and radiating more information.
Apollyon's thoughts flowed accordingly, and through this instant exchange of information, he seemed to glimpse the shadow of a certain solidified structure operating in the abyss, in the middle of dense turbulence; in the blink of an eye, he jumped to the vast and turbulent clouds, He realized that the structure was inconsistent with the local time and space; then, finally, he seemed to see Ronan...
Ronan was looking at him too.
With his mind slightly dazed, Apollyon almost instinctively felt the amazing value of this kind of information mapping and exchange, as well as the huge hidden risks.
The risk comes from the gap between him and Ronan in the scale and operation mode of soul power.
He subconsciously pulled back his arm, breaking contact with the Rotten Mouth Ape's head.
This action interrupted the trance created by "information exchange". At this time, he discovered that he seemed to be following a certain instinct, and his thoughts slipped through a secret communication channel:
"Ronan is still here. He is here. Hancheng has a completely different smell."
This word comes from the contact channel. The one who spoke was Nick, who had become more and more arrogant in recent years, the lunatic known as the "Pirate King".
At this time, he was separated among the abnormal fish schools, traveling through the bay area with the ocean currents, waiting for opportunities to move.
Before Nick spoke, the Dead Witch, the True God and the Pope all expressed their opinions in this contact channel.
Frankly speaking, even though their speeches were insightful and provided additional perspectives for reference, Apollyon could not listen to a single syllable before. In the battle, he only trusted his own judgment.
But at this time, Apollyon's attention was diverted.
Maybe it’s because of the question at the end of Nick’s speech:
"Teacher Li Wei, what do you think?"
With a "boom", the body of the rotten-mouthed ape that had been burning and dissolving in the previous sequence suddenly burst, and the blood flames surged; and one step earlier, the head of the rotten-mouthed ape that had been shrinking steadily had disintegrated silently, and was swept away by the blood flames, burning. Not a trace remains.
Apollyon frowned, but he no longer cared to think about the context behind this change, because at this moment, Ronan's sense of existence was rapidly becoming clearer and amplifying, to the point of being almost arrogant!
At this time, the Harbin street background drawn from the spatial fault has been torn into an absurdist canvas by the continuous time and space distortion attack and defense.
From a purely common sense perspective, the ruins and fragments of buildings, as well as anything that has been pulled and deformed, seem to have lost gravity, drifting willfully in any area, and the sense of direction up and down is completely lost.
But standing in the middle of this unrealistic void, as the architect, Apollyon could feel that some kind of invisible structure that existed in it was becoming more and more clear.
It's like a thick column that should never appear in the middle of an empty room, destroying all sense of design and even the meaning of its own existence.
Ronan is there!
Apollyon's reaction was not unpleasant, his mind and body were completely synchronized, and the horn of the Great Destruction was blown directly. The entire fault line groaned and twisted due to his thoughts, and he gave birth to the strongest desire for the "pillar" that straddled it. Repulsive force.
Out of instinctive vigilance against unknown doubts, Apollyon's state rose to its peak level.
He locked on purely with his spiritual sense and struck in a coordinated manner. As he moved, the blood in his body made a surging sound. The louder the sound, the more his body sank into the dark shadows, so that in the end, his whole person turned into a black tide of shadows, losing almost all of his human shape.
When the black tide hit the shore, the corresponding space-time structure corroded and collapsed, forming a chain reaction that destroyed the solid defense structure. This was by no means a natural space-time structure. Apollyon had indeed locked Ronan's position. .
The trumpet sounds and the black tide falls!
Apollyon did not hold back this time.
The blood demon who was watching on the sidelines had his brows twitching. No matter how strong his aversion to watching the fire from the other side was, he also knew that if this continued, the night would definitely not end.
This is definitely not what he wants to see.
Moreover, he felt more and more that the battle tonight was not as simple as two awkward kids not liking each other.
"Stop!" The blood demon finally got angry and tried to use extraordinary level intervention to help the two of them fight.
The foundation of the blood demon's extraordinary power lies in its tyrannical and even mutated body. He can even tolerate the turbulence in the abyss zone and forcibly change the energy transmission pattern in the corresponding area, temporarily neutralizing the enemy's attacks with the help of the abyss zone, and at the same time strengthening his own destruction. force.
Whenever the ability is activated, the blood in the whole body is boiling. In order to adapt to this high-energy state, the muscles, bones, and organs are rearranged to form an inhuman structure, hence the name "Blood Demon".
The blood demon's figure is taller, the muscles, tendons, and skin of the body are all out of position and formed into new modules, the nails are sharpened, and even the bones of the face are elongated and deformed. In the blink of an eye, the whole person seems to become a human being standing upright. A huge wolf, with blood mist lingering outside its body, its sharp teeth exposed, as sinister as a knife.
Entering the fighting state, the blood demon was actually stimulated by some emotional changes, which made his call to stop more like a roar:
"Give it to me...fuck!"
The blood demon suddenly screamed strangely, without caring about anything else. It lay low and suddenly jumped away with force.
In the topsy-turvy spatial faults, one could barely tell the direction above his head. The bloody light, which was the same color as him, but more intense and indestructible, trailed across the sky like a thunder hammer or a meteor, and then flew down with a crash.
With just one blow, the flames exploded, shock waves swept away, and the force was almost destroyed. The spatial faults and the turbulent black tide are all buzzing and trembling, almost threatening to spill over.
But only half a second later, the void lit up, and another almost identical blood-light thunder hammer crashed through the sky.
This time, before it was even compacted, the third one fell down again!
