Zhao Feng originally thought that he could kill the sheep-headed monster with one blow. Unfortunately, the sheep-headed monster was also unambiguous. He didn't know what he threw casually. After an explosion, the purple electric flying dragon disappeared, and this sheep-headed monster was gone.
The head monster was unscathed.
The goat-headed monster passed by the explosion, and his eyes widened immediately. He did not expect that Zhao Feng was still alive.
In the explosion just now, Zhao Feng felt that his body was torn apart instantly, but this feeling was replaced by something.
Zhao Feng, who had narrowly escaped death, had an idea and took advantage of the sheep-headed monster's daze to rush over, grab his opponent's head, and forcefully twist off the sheep-headed monster's head.
The sheep-headed monster died in a daze. After his death, the ice snakes, spiders, and black birds disappeared one after another. Zhao Feng secretly said that it was a lucky thing that if the substitute puppet given to him by the giant had not worked just now, he would be the one who fell to the ground now.
Next to the dead body of the goat-headed monster, in addition to the goat-headed staff, an awl the size of a thumb and more than an inch long fell out. The big head of the awl was a very strange-shaped crystal skull.
"Hey, what is this?"
The crystal skull-shaped awl exuded evil aura. Zhao Feng casually took this thing in his hand, and the name of the thing suddenly appeared in front of his eyes: "Soul-Calming Bell! A treasure that can capture the souls of other creatures!"
Zhao Feng knew that the True Saint Martial Spirit Zhao Yun he had obtained came with a lot of knowledge, and any content contained in this knowledge would automatically appear before his eyes.
After learning what was in his hand, Zhao Feng realized that the soul-suppressing bell in his hand was a bell with a weird shape, not an awl.
After playing with this small object over and over again, he soon found a covenant scepter inside the soul-crushing bell. At this moment, he was teleported to the next level.
A knight riding a black horse saw Zhao Feng and galloped over. The black halberd in his hand pierced the air, and a black light came straight to his face.
Zhao Feng hurriedly dodged to avoid it, but the knight's attack was more than that. He heard the other party shout loudly, and a whirlwind was generated around the knight. This whirlwind was caused by the knight dancing the black halberd too fast. It covered a wide area and would
Zhao Feng enveloped it.
Facing the powerful enemy, the whirlwind sword shield on Zhao Feng's left arm roared towards him. With a clang, the shield was swung away by the halberd. Zhao Feng took the opportunity to do some somersaults and widen the distance between them.
"Thousands of horses galloping!"
The knight rushed to the end of the level, turned his horse around, pointed his halberd at Zhao Feng, and countless black horses emerged from his side. These horses raised their front hooves, neighed, and all ran straight towards Zhao Feng.
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The knight followed closely behind, thrust out the halberd in his hand, and black thunder and lightning struck Zhao Feng's head one after another.
Taking advantage of his speed, Zhao Feng dodged left and right to avoid the lightning attack. The blade and shield flew out: "Fire Dance Whirlwind Blade!"
Flames soared, and the whirlwind formed by the curved blade covered a large area, burning the attacking horses to ashes. At the same time, Zhao Feng lurked in the sea of fire and quietly approached the knight.
Facing the approaching flames, the knight galloped on his horse. Suddenly, two purple flame spears flew out of the sea of fire. The knight waved his halberd and shouted: "Three waves of thunder!"
Thunder and lightning flashed, and three air waves collided with the fighting purple flame spear. They were evenly matched. Zhao Feng took this opportunity to roll on the spot, less than ten meters away from the knight. His hands flew up, and he fired more than ten flame-shaped darts in a row.
The knight was caught off guard and fell to the ground together with his horse.
Zhao Feng's flame darts contained the magic dragon's breath fire, which had the power to corrode the soul of life. After the knight was hit, he struggled for a while and was completely reduced to ashes.
After collecting the loot, Zhao Feng came to the last level. This last level was completely different from the previous thirty-five levels. It was like a gorgeous and unparalleled palace.
"Palace?" Zhao Feng looked around, completely unaware of a terrifying-looking Rakshasa woman sitting on the throne inside the palace.
Half of this woman's face is extremely beautiful, but the other half is as hideous and ugly as a demon.
"Human, what are you going to do when you come to my place?"
The Rakshasa woman spoke, and the pronunciation of each word was different, which made Zhao Feng feel uncomfortable.
Zhao Feng raised his eyes and looked at the innermost part of the palace, where a woman with an indescribable appearance sat on a throne carved from white jade.
"Who are you?" Zhao Feng asked bravely.
"Who am I? Hum, I have forgotten it. During the years of being imprisoned here, I have forgotten too many things, but there is one thing that I have never forgotten."
The woman said, suddenly stood up, and spread out a pair of white wings behind her back, the edges of the wings were glowing with gold.
"Holy Angel!" Zhao Feng exclaimed, and then denied this view: "No, Holy Angel has a holy appearance, but her appearance is really terrifying, and the power she possesses is definitely not of the holy type."
While Zhao Feng was pondering over the woman's identity, he heard the woman shout sternly: "I have never forgotten how to fight or kill, human being, go to hell!"
Following the woman's voice, a violent wind suddenly rose in the palace, and in the howling wind, angels with broken wings appeared one after another.
These angels were described as terrifying. Their wings were broken, the swords in their hands were mostly broken, and the wounds on their bodies were constantly dripping with red blood.
"Is this an illusion? No, it's not an illusion, this is some kind of magic!"
In the strong wind, a half-moon-shaped wind blade suddenly flew towards him. By the time Zhao Feng noticed it, it was already too late. In his busy schedule, he could only turn sideways to avoid his vital points. With a scoff, his chest felt an inch deep, a foot deep.
What a long wound.
As the blood flowed out from the wound on Zhao Feng's chest, a thread-like thing grew out. This thing quickly spread along his body, and soon, he was wrapped into a big rice dumpling.
No matter how hard Zhao Feng struggled, he could not break free. The Rakshasa woman flapped her wings, and in the blink of an eye she came to Zhao Feng and waved her hand. The strong wind passed away, and many angels with broken wings also disappeared.
"Human, you should not come here. This is the place forgotten by the gods and the place where all life ends."
As the Rakshasa woman spoke, she circled around Zhao Feng. From her fluttering robes, she could see her body. Part of her body was a flawless and charming body, and part of her body was rotten and even exposed with white bones.
The wings behind her appear to be intact, but in fact they are riddled with holes and may disintegrate at any time.
A silver sword over thirty years long suddenly appeared in the Rakshasa woman's hand. The body of the long sword shone with a strange brilliance, and several incomplete runes that were about to disappear flickered on and off.
Zhao Feng, who was lying on the ground, was unable to break free. Suddenly, the restraints on his arms were loosened. It turned out that the Wushuang Yin-Yang Tree used its own ability to eliminate some of the thread-like things and temporarily freed Zhao Feng's hands from the restraints.