Chapter 929： Battle of Hell!

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Sin of sloth, Belfinger, death.

Almost at the same time, Belfinger, who was in the human world, came into his body and lost his life in an instant.

The huge body fell like a meteor, and fell heavily into the ruins, setting off a huge wave of dust and air.

"No...impossible!" Asmodeus, the sin of lust, shrank his pupils and screamed in horror: "Belfinger actually died? What happened in hell? That guy... Killed Belfinger!"

"How dare you be distracted in front of this old man?"

An old figure dragged the afterimage, appeared at a speed of almost teleportation, raised the black and carbonized blade in his hand, and turned it into a sharp blow: "If this is the case, then use your body to experience it. Come on!"

Silently, silently, like the embers of firewood after it's burned out.

The jet-black blade drew a shadow, as if stepping on the deadly step of the **** of death, it quietly landed on Asmodeus's neck.

"Damn, get away from me, mortal!"

Asmodeus was terrified by Belfinger's death, and was furious at Yamamoto's surprise attack, he raised his hand and shot with boiling magic.

laugh!

An arm flew out directly, and the cross-section was like being cut by a laser, and the blood was solidified before it could pour out.

Asmodeus clutched the broken part, screamed and fluttered his wings and quickly retreated, and then there was panic in his eyes, staring at the carbonized and dry tip of the knife: "What the **** is going on, why is the flame on the knife? .....Disappeared?!"

"Remnant Fire Sword, East, Rising Sun Blade."

Yamamoto Yuanliu Zaixu's eyes were cold, and he said solemnly: "Concentrate all the flame and heat on the tip of the knife, neither burning nor releasing explosive flames, but just wipes away anything touched without a trace."

"Naive human being, you are fooled!"

Asmodeus smiled grimly, and the whole person disappeared like a phantom.

In the next second, violent and arrogant laughter suddenly sounded behind Yamamoto Yuan Liuzai: "Thank you for being kind to the enemy and explaining your abilities specially, as long as you don't touch the blade!"

"Captain, be careful, he is behind you!"

Constantine shouted in horror: "Asmodeus is the devil in charge of lust, and he can create real illusions!"

"It's too late, Jie Jie Jie..."

Asmodeus held the poison-coated spear and stabbed the old man's back sharply.

At that moment, He seemed to be able to see the sight of this arrogant old man falling to the ground, screaming and dying in the poison.

However, the spear tip, which was smeared with poison, disappeared inexplicably when it touched the old man's body.

Asmodeus' pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the vanishing spear tip, his mind was full of astonishment and surprise, unable to understand why his weapon would be wiped out of thin air the moment it touched the old man's body.

"Naive...it's you."

A sneer appeared in Yamamoto Yuanliuzai's eyes, and said sullenly, "Remnant Fire Sword, West, Remnant Sun Prison Clothes."

As the voice of the old man fell, terrifying flames ignited around him, as if the flames were woven into a coat and draped over the old man's body, the terrifying gesture was like a flame demon.

Invisible...flame? !

No, it's not, it's because the temperature is too high to be seen with the naked eye!

At this moment, Asmodeus looked extremely ugly.

"Fifteen million degrees of heat..."

Yamamoto Yuan Liuzai slowly raised the blade and said, "The body and blade are like the sun wrapped around you, you can't even touch me!"

The old man in the flame coat was exposed to the high temperature, and the space and atmosphere he passed were distorted, just like a moving sun, and even the heaven and the earth became extremely hot.

"Be honored, devil."

Yamamoto Yuanyuzhai said contemptuously: "If it wasn't for the order of King Spirit, you are now... dead."

"Are you... crazy?!"

Until this moment, Asmodeus finally felt fear and screamed: "If you kill us, you will destroy the balance of hell, and neither Lucifer nor Mephisto will let you go!"

"The war... has already begun!"

Yamamoto Motoyasu walked slowly, approaching the demon king who was terrified, and said loudly, "From the moment you invaded the Soul Realm and disrupted the order of the world without authorization, do you think **** can still maintain 'balance'? "

Asmodeus froze, his pupils shrinking to the tip of a pin: "You...want to annex all hell?!"

"Not annexation, but inclusion."

Yamamoto Motoyanai made no excuses, but directly acknowledged their intentions.

"Mad! Mad! You are all mad!"

Asmodeus took a few steps back in fright, and said in horror: "You guys actually... want to start a battle of hell! No, I can't die here, I have to tell other hells that you will definitely lose! !!"

After learning this shocking news, Asmodeus lost his desire to fight and ran away at all costs.

He will go back to **** and tell all the demon kings this news.

The Battle of Hell... Here Comes!

However, in the next second, before Yamamoto Yuanyuzhai could stop him, Asmodeus' eyes dimmed and he suddenly lost his life.

Like Belfinger, the sin of laziness, Asmodeus, the sin of lust, fell to the ground.

The gate of **** standing in the ruins suddenly began to collapse, and countless demon souls screamed, forcibly pulled and sucked into it by a huge gravitational force inside the door.

"The gates of **** have collapsed, could it be..."

Yamamoto Yuanyuzhai was stunned for a moment, vaguely understood the reason, and lifted the state of swastika.

The only explanation for this situation is that the sin of **** that supports the gate of **** has completely died.

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The head of Asmodeus, the sin of lust, rolled around, bumping into a red sole.

"Tsk tsk tsk...he actually died."

The owner of the red feet is a red-skinned demon with two curved horns.

He picked up Asmodeus's head casually, and there was still a trace of fear in his pupils on that completely distorted, hideous face, as if he had seen something terrifying before he died.

Tread...tread...tread.....

The sound of footsteps, neither light nor heavy, sounded in the collapsed **** space.

The red demon seemed to feel something, and threw away Asmodeus's head. When he turned around, he saw a man with a terrifying smile on his face, and said, "Hehehe, this is not my old friend, Lord. Carl?"

"Long time no see, Mephisto."

Seeing the red demon again, Lord was also a little surprised, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Unfortunately, not at all."

Mephisto pulled out a weird smile and said, "I made a special trip to find you."

"Can I help you?"

Lord tilted his head slightly and asked.

"Of course, discuss it, it's time for a truce."

Mephisto didn't care about the dead Demon King, but said in a threatening tone: "It's not the time yet, if it's just an apology, I think two pieces of **** should be enough."

"You said a truce, I'm going to truce?"

Lord looked at him calmly and said playfully: "What if...I don't want to stop?"

"I advise you not to do this."

Mephisto's eyes were cold, and the whole body was surrounded by a cold atmosphere, and the whole world seemed to be shaking: "Otherwise you are... against all of us, and the whole **** will unite and take the lead... .. to expel you!"

"Wait and see."

Lord took one step forward and waved the blade in his hand: "The premise is... if you can do it."

The world that was already collapsing was cut to pieces by a knife.

I saw that Mephisto's body was covered with countless staggered and magnificent cracks, and it was irreversibly collapsing.

"Lord Carr!"

Anger jumped in Mephisto's pupils, and a gloomy roar spread throughout hell: "I swear, you will regret it!"

"I'm waiting for you."

Lorde's eyes were cold, and he said, "The world belongs to me in the future, if you dare to take another step, I will kill you without mercy!"