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A large number of red feathers appeared on Angelo's body, and his size suddenly became extremely huge.

A giant bird with a red body, pale yellow feathers around its wings, and a colorful tail appeared in front of them.

The high-frequency birdsong shattered Su Changxing's eardrums.

This is Angelo's true form as a demigod, which seems to be a Suzaku.

"You are really not afraid of death!" Angelo roared, and the flames formed like feathers in mid-air and shot toward Su Changxing.

Su Changxing felt that he could not avoid it, so he pulled the ghost Buddha from the darkness in front of him, blocking thousands of feathers.

Every feather possesses terrifying power, constantly penetrating the ghost and Buddha's body.

Angelo's strength is much stronger than that of the Horned Dragon. Even when suppressed by the Ghost, he explodes with terrifying power.

"Ouch!"

Cui Jia let out a tiger roar and rushed towards Angelo, whose body was burning with flames.

His body grew larger again in the process, from five to six meters to more than ten meters, turning into a half-man, half-tiger look.

His whole body was full of evil spirit, and he pierced the wings of the giant bird with one claw, and ignored the flames on Angelo's body.

His body is a white tiger, possessing the power of killing and killing. He is extremely aggressive and can break through almost all means of defense, which is similar to Robin's Ten Thousand Thousand Techniques.

"It's just you?" Angelo was furious. He flew Cui Jia hundreds of meters away with one wing and landed in a pile of corpses, making a big hole!

"And there's me." Su Changxing appeared in front of Angelo, carrying a long dark red sickle, slashing it out from top to bottom with all his strength, drawing out dazzling flames that burned blazingly in the space.

When Angelo saw Su Changxing like this, he was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong with you! This is impossible!"

This knife made a wound of more than ten meters on his body, and a large amount of white smoke came out, and part of his body disappeared out of thin air.

"I am immortal!"

The part of Angelo's missing flesh and blood returned to its original state in an instant, and he was able to continuously regenerate in the flames.

Su Changxing couldn't help but frowned. He had tried his best, but he still seemed unable to cause effective damage to Angelo. He was able to kill the horned dragon before only because of the existence of Robin. Now without Robin, the outcome is still really difficult. Hard to say.

Cui Jia climbed up from the pile of corpses, his body was penetrated by more than ten feathers, roared angrily, and ran towards Angelo again.

His mind was beginning to become unclear, and gradually he only had one thought: to kill the big red bird in front of him.

Angelo once again erupted with thousands of feathers, piercing the huge ghost Buddha. Su Changxing couldn't hide in time, and was shot through the chest by a feather and nailed to the ground.

After falling into the abyss, he lost contact with his clone, so he probably didn't have the ability to die. Once he died here, he was really dead.

He had to expand the twilight realm and try his best to avoid these feathers. Even in the twilight realm, the feathers were still very fast. If the distance was too close, he still couldn't avoid them.

The fire spread in mid-air, retreating again and again until there was no way to escape. His body was wrapped in the fire and burned continuously. Fortunately, his body was also extremely strong and could not be burned to death for a while.

Angelo was suppressed by the ghost ship, his strength was only 1/1 of his original strength, and he even lost control of some rules.

The two of them fell into a strange balance between the battles, and no one could do anything to the other.

Angelo is constantly reborn in the flames and has almost endless power, which is inexhaustible.

This situation is very optimistic for him. As time goes by, Su Changxing and the two of them will undoubtedly lose.

at this time.

Su Changxing took out a dark blue book from the void. The pages were soft and turned quickly.

"Dead warriors, please heed my call!"

Immediately afterwards.

The burnt corpses on the ground around them started to move and got up from the ground one after another. Some of them only had skeletons left, while some only had spirit bodies. They all surrounded Suzaku's position.

The strength of these undead is not strong, but there are too many corpses here, almost endless corpses.

More and more undead climbed up from the ground and rushed towards Suzaku's position. One after another, they were burned by Suzaku and fell to the ground.

It seemed like a useless effort, but it was consuming Angelo's strength bit by bit.

Moreover, Su Changxing discovered that among these undead, some were wrapped with black threads. They were different from others and were more powerful. They were not even afraid of the burning of the Suzaku flame.

"Forbidden undead?" Su Changxing was a little surprised. For some reason, the undead he summoned were actually mixed with forbidden undead. Forbidden undead were a very special type, possessing weird powers that even high-level extraordinary people were afraid of.

The problem must be with these corpses.

A corpse that never decays...

Su Changxing quickly figured out that the forbidden undead itself represented the ultimate curse. These immortal corpses were obviously cursed. They had been placed here for a long time, and even the souls were trapped in the bodies.

This is undoubtedly the most terrible and purest curse.

As the number of forbidden undead increased, Angelo had no intention of paying attention to Su Changxing. Instead, he set out to deal with these forbidden undead. These weird things posed a greater threat to him.

As the battle lasted longer, the piles of corpses visibly reduced, even revealing the bright red earth. It was said to be endless, but it was still limited after all.

Demigods also have strengths and weaknesses.

Angelo's power has reached an exaggerated level. If the horned dragon were here, they would have killed him long ago.

There is another variable in this battle. As the war continues, Cui Jia's strength becomes stronger and stronger, his body size becomes larger and larger, and there are fewer and fewer human characteristics on his body.

He is gradually becoming familiar with the power of demigods, and the blood of the Titan in his body is also the cornerstone of the power of demigods.

"Su Changxing, you can't kill me, I am a god, I am a god!"

Angelo didn't know why, his rationality became more and more crazy, and his actions became more and more violent.

Time passed by little by little. I don't know how long it took, it could be a day, or it could be a month. All the corpses on the ground around them disappeared, either being completely burned, or turning into undead and being completely burned.

Wounds appeared on Angelo's body, and his movements gradually slowed down. The green flames still enveloped him.

He went completely crazy and started yelling and fighting like a wild animal.

Cui Jia roared filial piety again, threw Angelo to the ground, and tore off one of his legs.

The feathers all over Angelo's body exploded, piercing Cui Jia's body one by one. Cui Jia bit his neck and refused to let go. The two savage giant beasts kept rolling on the land.

They had the upper hand, but they still couldn't kill Angelo, they could only wound and maim him.

A few more days passed, but they still couldn't kill Angelo, and the fighting finally stopped, and everything returned to calm, except for the messy ground, which had huge holes and formed high and low valleys.

Angelo turned into a big red egg and landed quietly on the ground, motionless.

Cui Jia returned to his human form, panting, with scars all over his body. No one was intact. "It seems that this guy didn't lie to us. He is really immortal. Is this the power from the gods?"

Su Changxing stood aside and stared at the egg quietly without speaking.

"What should we do next, how to destroy the sun." Cui Jia looked at the huge black sun in front of him and asked.

Su Changxing did not answer his question directly, but said: "You can become a demigod in this world, don't you have any other ideas?"

Cui Jia smiled and said easily: "I think you understand me. From the beginning to the end, I have only one purpose!"

Thinking about it this way, Cui Jia and Robin always have many similarities. They are probably the same kind of people.

Su Changxing also smiled, looked at the broken wooden ship, and picked up the dusty captain's hat from the ground: "The rest is easy, we just need to drive this ship and leave this world."

"The remaining fire of this world is burning on this ship. When this ship disappears, this world will naturally disappear."

"Haha, if you think about it, it's really easy to destroy a world."

Seemingly speaking casually, he walked to the deck of the ship, looked around, and confirmed that the ship was roughly the same as the Terror Ghost, at least in appearance.

Cui Jia also walked up cautiously, fearing that his huge body would destroy the broken wooden boat.

In fact, no, he couldn't make any changes to this wooden ship.

"Do you need me to carry this ship back?" Cui Jia followed Su Changxing and said. After gaining strength, his way of thinking about things became simpler.

Su Changxing raised his eyebrows: "We probably don't need such a stupid method, we just need to drive the ship over."

Cui Jia didn't know why, but he didn't say much. He lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about something, and then said:

"How can we sail this ship? Didn't Angelo say that this is the residence of gods? That means only gods can sail this ship."

Su Changxing walked towards the captain's cabin and said, "Let's go in and take a look first. Give it a try, just in case it works. If it doesn't work, just carry this thing back on your back."

"But according to you, you probably can't carry this ship."

"Unless you can carry the world on your back."

Su Changxing walked into the captain's cabin. The layout was familiar, and the position of the table was exactly the same, three feet away from the bookcase.

However, there is something obviously different. There is a line of obscure handwriting carved on the corner of the table. The handwriting is very familiar.

"Be careful with Shi Jian and avoid the incident."

Su Changxing touched the writing on the table with his hand. It was real and was engraved on this ship.

He looked at the head on his shoulder and whispered: "Do you think this could be another us?"

The head didn't say anything. He just felt that all this was ridiculous. The goal he pursued had never been achieved in his life, but it seemed to have been accomplished by another himself.

"Do you understand what this means?" Su Changxing asked.

The head shook his head: "I don't know, maybe I know. You know, I lost most of my memory."

Shi Jian?

event?

Su Changxing smiled and said to himself, "Is this some kind of homophonic joke?"

The head was dull and said: "You know it and you still say it."

They know themselves best, and even if they can't tell it at first glance, they can figure it out later.

Be careful with time, avoid time.

What does time mean?

To actually make a god feel scared.

Cui Jia's body was too big to enter the captain's cabin or go below the deck, so he could only stand outside.

"I'll go down and take a look." Su Changxing looked back at him and walked down the deck without any pause between movements, as if he was walking on his own ship.

Cui Jia's eyes moved and he nodded: "Yes."

He saw something, and there was a cold flash in his eyes. What would it mean if Su Changxing could sail the ship.

He didn't dare to think deeply.

The sound of footsteps echoed. The wooden boards were too decayed and many places were empty. When stepped on, they would bounce back and make a creaking sound.

Su Changxing glanced at every room. There was nothing, not a living thing.

Go to the bottom, deepest corner.

It was Xiaobai, the ghost dog on the ship, who brought him to this location.

Opening the loose plywood, there was indeed a divine inscription of the true name engraved on the bottom. It was very clear, as if it had been carved just now.

Su Changxing felt his lips were a little dry, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He slowly stretched out his fingers to touch the divine text of his true name, and a familiar feeling spread in his heart.

The ship slowly established contact with him.

This divine inscription of his true name is like a secret door he left for himself. Even if he doesn't have a key, he can still get in through the secret door.

"Have you thought about everything that happened next?"

"As expected of a god. But how could you die? You couldn't have committed suicide."

Based on what he knew about himself, it was impossible to commit suicide under any circumstances unless he had to do so.

at the same time.

Cui Jia noticed that a green and transparent part appeared on the ship, replacing the damaged part.

Wow

The sail actually opened out of thin air.

The ship shook slightly, then slowly rose upwards, and gradually flew out of the black sun, flying towards the direction they came from.

Cracks appeared in the dark red sky, like broken glass, and the black sun burned fiercely and turned red, as if it was about to explode.

Countless flaming meteorites fell from the sky and hit the ground. Countless people ran out of the destroyed houses, howling and crying.

The end is coming out of nowhere, and this already dead world will come to an end again.

Cui Jia looked at the world with a gloomy face and said, "It seems that all this is because of us. We destroyed the world with our own hands."

"Although this world is not beautiful or beautiful, it still carries so many lives."

Su Changxing looked at him and smiled: "Then what?"

Cui Jia said nothing.