One Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventy-Four Chapters Will Always only Attack the Thugs

Just a moment before Luke was madly cutting the two little evil spirits in the secret room on the mountainside, somewhere in the hell dimension, a white-haired old man in a black dress stared blankly at an altar.

Then he took out his tablet and opened the notebook.

Find the catalog of Collection Point 249, where the last large batch of qualified souls was sent, but it was forty years ago.

The white-haired old man thought about it, and instantly retrieved the entire altar and the associated subordinates.

There was no problem with the altar. Perhaps the large-scale sacrifices made by the subordinates in charge of the altar forty years ago attracted the attention of some existences and were suppressed.

With this possibility, the white-haired old man had no intention of wasting time, and was about to check the next place, but the altar in front of him suddenly lit up.

However, there are nearly a thousand altars transferred from the core throne in this area, and one opens from time to time.

The soul sent has an automatic processing program, nothing to do with him, the old man turned around and flew to the next collection point.

And just as he turned around, a portal opened in the altar, and a pale golden light several times thicker than his entire body emerged from it.

The protection mechanism of the altar was activated immediately, and the isolation cover was raised.

However, the power of belief contained in this pale golden light has the natural properties of destroying demons.

A certain guy with so many points that he was insane wanted to gamble and placed a "heavy bet" of 600,000 in one go.

The isolation cover set in the normal state only weakened its energy a little, and it shattered in an instant.

The pale golden light that shot in the opposite direction of the white-haired old man was blocked by the arc-shaped isolation shield, made a U-turn, and shot towards his back.

Aware of the abnormality, the white-haired old man's dull eyes lit up with red awns, his white hair fluttered, and he suddenly turned his head to look, and a pale golden light that brightened the eyes of a blind dog filled his entire field of vision.

"Maja..." He scolded half a sentence.

The pale golden light shrouded his upper body and completely disappeared into the body.

The old man's flying white hair suddenly fell, and the red eyes of his eyes turned into "golden eyes", shining with golden light.

He finished the second half of the sentence with difficulty: "...Fake!"

Countless pale golden rays of light appeared on his body,

Cut it into smaller and smaller pieces.

boom!

The old man exploded into golden dust, like a rain of golden dust.

The pale golden light with almost no wear and tear swam in the air with a series of afterimages, which seemed to be very happy.

But after half a breath, it turned around abruptly, staring at a black hole as small as a needle in the old man's broken gold dust.

There came a message from the "companion" asking for help: Oh, this bad old man is so powerful, the brothers are retreating! Support, we need support!

Jiao Ruoyoulong's pale golden light suddenly brightened and plunged into that tiny black hole.

...

Somewhere in the distant hell dimension, in the core palace of the entire hell, Mephisto was sleeping quietly.

Some time ago, he was impatient to use the deity to manage the chores of hell, and simply borrowed the shell of a fine soul to create a clone and give it the most basic logic and authority.

Then, this clone will move all the various items that have major security risks in the core palace to a farther place for centralized management.

As long as the clone is not in the dimension of hell, the power of hell can be used to resist the strange power that can destroy the soul.

Lao Mo has been tormented by this strange energy for a long time, and "personally realized" its essence.

This is the power of faith, one of the so-called "powers of God".

But this one that Lao Mo encountered was adjusted and blessed by some kind of mysterious existence, and it was difficult to remove it, not to mention the bonus to the killing effect of hell creatures.

In fact, Lao Mo was already a little hesitant about whether to seek revenge against the Big Dipper after his injury.

After all, the neuropathy of Beidou is just a thug released by the mysterious existence.

Generally speaking, such thugs are just expendable cannon fodder.

But there are always some outliers, and even thugs can be the show of the flower.

For example, Ghost Rider, or... Supreme Mage Gu Yi.

The upper limit of Beidou's strength is temporarily uncertain, but the existence who can create such a strange "power of God" is absolutely difficult to deal with.

Lao Mo has survived the storms and waves for so many years, relying on his superb "big return to the city" -- when he encounters a big problem, he immediately squatting at home.

As long as I'm squatting at home, no one will try to kill me! He Mephisto is such a safe demon lord.

...

Suddenly, in his sleep, he sensed that his clone was destroyed in an instant, a sense of crisis hit his heart, and the absolute defense connected with his mind was activated at the same time.

A little golden light lit up not far from Lao Mo's main body, and then a maddeningly thick pale golden light squeezed out of the tiny black hole, shooting straight at the pure black absolute defense like a laser cannon.

puff!

The black protective cover suddenly turned gray, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared on it.

At this moment, Lao Mo's body just jumped up from the throne, and the light golden light, which was slightly better than the absolute defense, rose up his courage, and resolutely fled into the warm embrace of his friends.

"Oooooo~~~" Lao Mo made a miserable cry while clutching his waist.

But in this core palace, no one can see the horrific state of Lord Lord, and it is impossible to hear the screams - provided that he does not become angry enough to be known to all dimensions.

After a while, Lao Mo first made up the loopholes that the absolute defense was broken, then sat down with gritted teeth and took a deep breath: "Don't be angry, I'm not angry, calm down, must calm down."

Having said that, he carefully checked his injury, and suddenly his face relaxed: "Fortunately, I was prepared. This time the plot was ten times stronger than the previous two, and my injury did not get much worse."

Speaking of which, his face suddenly changed: the third time! This is Beidou's third sneak attack. There is simply no demeanor of a super powerhouse, and the shot is always a sneak attack.

If he continues like this, he won't even think about going to Earth, he has to be prepared for sneak attacks every day. A certain lord finally felt a strong sense of unease.

Gu Yi is so powerful, there is no trouble with this guy! He scolded in his heart: Gu Yi has a high-profile style, and he knew that he was avoiding him, so he didn't take the initiative to come to the door again.

Where is this Big Dipper, it's like squatting at the gate of hell, ready to rush in and bite people at any time!

In the future, do you really want to seek revenge on that Big Dipper? Or... let's talk quietly? After thinking about it, Lao Mo still hasn't made up his mind.

He has lived for an unknown number of years, and it is normal to decide one thing within a few decades, and it is not uncommon for a few hundred years.

However, this trick of replacing the management with avatars cannot be used. That kind of "power of God" is simply poisonous, and it can also be found by chasing soul fragments.

I blame myself for being lazy too fast. It seems that I still have to keep pace with the times and keep up with the times. Lord Lord, this idea was made very quickly.

He took out the tablet, gave orders to several of his subordinates, and fell down to continue sleeping.

In the hell dimension, several big demons scattered in several places heard a soft text message prompt sound.