"Helling."

Sherlock frowned, his crazy expression suddenly restrained and became extremely awake.

"Damn, the person I like is actually defiled by you."

Phoenix's expression was distorted when he said this with Herring's body.

If he was a little excited to see Sherlock killing at first, then now he will be angry.

What Phoenix couldn't stand the most is that the things he liked were snatched away by others, especially a perfect body like Herring.

When he controlled Heling's body, he could sense Heling's deeper memories.

The lingering scenes about her and Sherlock flashed into Phoenix's mind like a movie replay, making him furious.

"Get out."

Sherlock's light blue eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he saw Phoenix attached to Herring.

As he said something, a powerful force of restraint enveloped Heling's body. All the silk threads of the law that did not belong to her body lit up and were stripped out.

Phoenix could not have imagined that his spiritual body would be forced out by Sherlock.

Herring fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Sherlock appeared beside her and picked her up.

"Help me take care of her."

Sherlock looked up at Pipicia's dear.

Pipicia glanced at him and threw Kom to Bedma.

"Really, am I your mom? Leave everything to me."

Pipicia complained and came to Heling's side. Her little claws grabbed Heling's shoulder and took her flying.

Sherlock wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and his expression became serious.

An extremely powerful aura swept over.

This time, all the monsters did not worship, but fled around.

The monsters that had no time to escape were crushed into powder by this powerful thought.

Although the remaining three knights also felt a sense of oppression, they were relatively powerful and able to resist this familiar aura. At this moment, they all showed excited expressions.

"It's the master."

"The master is here."

"The body of Lord Phoenix."

The three of them fell to their knees and crawled on their bodies, looking very pious.

What caught my eye was an extremely tall phantom.

The phantom gradually condensed and gathered into a silver-haired boy, Phoenix.

He had short silver hair, a handsome face, and his naked upper half with various gold and jewelry decorations, but he did not look vulgar at all. He was wearing a pair of pants similar to a long skirt, which looked like he had walked out of an ancient Egyptian mural.

Behind him are blood-red wings.

"Sherlock, very well, you succeeded in angering me."

His voice was ethereal and childish.

Then his figure appeared in front of Sherlock like a ghost.

Sherlock felt that the air pressure around him had changed. Within 1 kilometer of Phoenix, the gravity increased dozens of times than elsewhere.

The invisible pressure caused the ground to collapse and everything around began to collapse.

The corpses of gravel and monsters were suspended in the air, and the darkness was shrouded in the light of dusk.

All of this coexist in an indescribable and wonderful state.

The blood solidified into tiny rosary in the air, floating and jumping like someone pulling it.

Phoenix stretched out his hand and grabbed Sherlock's neck.

"It seems that I haven't given you a memory last time."

Sherlock felt completely unable to move.

[Phoenix, Phoenix family among the Seventy-Two Demons, the 31st generation successor]

【hp:30w】

【Skill: Not parsed】

【Win rate: 10%】

This string of numbers appeared in Sherlock's mind.

But he didn't care.

Even if he only has a 10% winning rate, he will not give up.

Because Phoenix not only killed so many of his companions, he also coveted Heling and turned himself into what he is now, he really made a contribution.

Sherlock didn't hate what he was now, he was just a little scared.

He was afraid that one day he would lose control and be dominated by this bloodthirsty and violent heart.

Then, countless red lights and shadows penetrated into Sherlock's body like sharp swords.

Before Sherlock's body split, he activated the law to trace back.

Time goes back to 60 seconds ago.

Phoenix just appeared and had not yet grabbed Sherlock's neck.

Sherlock took the initiative and opened the door to summons in full swing.

The cracks in the space opened like eyes, opening the doors to space.

Immediately, a group of ferocious abyss monsters slowly walked out.

This time Sherlock summoned the Abyss Wolves.

Each of them has absolute combat power and is well-trained, like an army.

In contrast, the Phoenix monsters all seem too lazy, and most importantly, they lack one thing.

Sherlock had always suspected that although these monsters were similar to those of the abyss monsters, they always felt that they were missing something.

Now after comparison, Sherlock understood.

The abyss monsters in the tomb are all copied, like cloned bodies.

Therefore, they have never truly lived in the abyss.

I have never experienced the training of real fighting in the abyss.

Therefore, they are far inferior to the real monsters in the abyss in terms of combat skills and coordination.

The demon wolf in the abyss surged out in a mighty way.

They faced Phoenix without any fear and rushed directly over.

The three knights stood in front of Phoenix and fought with the wolves.

Meanwhile, Sherlock waved his fist and hit Phoenix.

This punch contains the ultimate mystery of shocking fruits and refreshing fruits.

Use domineering spirit to wrap the fist force around the periphery, compressing it extremely into a cyclone the size of a bullet.

The cyclone hit Phoenix's body without any deviation.

This speed even exceeds the maximum speed that Sherlock can reach, that is, the speed of light.

After entering Phoenix's body, the fist power broke free from the domineering constraints, lifted the air, and exploded.

The power of this explosion can already reach the level of nuclear bombs, and multiple nuclear bombs explode at the same time.

Defeat a double blow to Phoenix mentally and physically.

Logically, there should be frequent explosions, and then Phoenix's body turns into blood mist, and the mental body is subjected to a strong impact at the same time and dissipates.

But Phoenix's powerful body did not explode.

His condition was like an ordinary person being shot through by a bullet.

And it didn't hit the key point.

It hurts, but not fatal.

"Very good, it hasn't caused me pain for many years."

Phoenix's mouth raised, not caring about the wound on his chest at all.

Under Sherlock's consciousness, the wolf pack continued to stare at the Phoenix attack.

But before they could get close to Phoenix's body, they all turned into blood mist.

Phoenix waved his wings and rushed over in a spiral.

He wants to kill Sherlock again.

And this time, he will surely confirm that Sherlock will not be resurrected.
Chapter completed!