Chapter 1655 Wang Yan! Go to Hell

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The person who entered her bedroom was indeed Wang Yan.

Wang Yan stepped out of the gap in space like a swimming fish, and landed lightly on the ground with his feet. He looked at her back, his body and mind trembling. After more than two years, he finally saw her again.

Sister An Ge!

Wang Yan's Adam's apple surged, and these three words seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out. The memories of An Ge in my heart merged with the woman sitting cross-legged on the altar.

"Wang Yan!"

The Dark Saint transformed the language of the Fallen Demon Realm into Earth Chinese. Her delicate body was trembling and her voice was hoarse, "Really, is it really you?"

At this moment, she didn't dare to look back.

I'm afraid that this is a dream, and when I look back, the dream will fall into pieces.

"It's me." Wang Yan walked towards her step by step, his tone distorted with excitement, "You are not dreaming, nor are you hallucinating. I am Wang Yan, and I had a hard time looking for you."

In an instant, Dark Saint Catherine felt like she was surrounded by happiness. Wang Yan was really Wang Yan, the Son of Flame. He, he actually went through all the trouble to find him?

Oh my God.

Could it be that in his heart, he really loved himself?

But, but...

Just when Katharina's heart was beating wildly and her mind was in chaos. Her shoulders were already hugged by him, and a pleasant smell of pure Yang came to her nostrils, adding fuel to her chaotic emotions.

Her cheeks were hot, and she had almost forgotten to resist. Her delicate body fell softly on his strong chest like a boneless body. The only trace of reason left made her weakly "resist", as soft as a mosquito's voice, "Let it go, let it go." drive me."

"Don't let me go, I won't let you go until I die." Wang Yan hugged her tightly with both arms, greedily inhaling the refreshing smell of her body, "You know, I miss you day and night, it's not easy If I find you, I won’t let you go.”

The hot and sexy words of love made Katherina almost faint. It turned out that the Son of Fire really liked her that much. The little bit of resistance had dissipated without a trace.

In the next moment, Wang Yan had already lifted her chin and turned her around, and their lips were deeply pressed together.

"boom!"

It was like a thunderbolt struck Katherina's brain, causing her whole body to feel numb and numb, without any strength at all.

Kiss, is this what kissing feels like?

If she could, Katharina wanted to kiss him for the rest of her life.

Her arrogance and resistance were completely torn apart in this kiss. Deep in her heart she shouted, Son of Fire, I accept your love. Not even the fallen demon Samael can stop us from being together.

"I can't help it anymore, I want you." Wang Yan whispered like a demon, ringing in her ears, "I have been abstinent for you for more than two years. Just to find you, I will give you a hard time." Punish you for leaving without saying goodbye.”

Indeed, after Wang Yan transformed into the Purgatory Demon Clan, he has been in a state of abstinence, which is actually a very difficult thing. The genes of the Purgatory Demon Clan contain wild and spontaneous instincts.

And surrounding him were the top beauties from all races.

Katherina's head was even more dizzy. Son of Fire, he, he was courting? How is this possible? Her heart had just accepted his love, how could the process be so fast?

But another thought came to her mind. No matter what, he had already done this for herself, so even if she gave it to him, it would be nothing. From now on, the Son of Fire was Katharina's man.

Katharina, Katharina, isn't this what you've been hoping for all along?

What's more, this is not on earth, this is in hell. Everyone is in hell, and she is worried about life and death. Why does she still insist on being reserved?

Wang Yan responded with an even more passionate reaction from Katharina.

The two of them rolled around in the altar.

Just when Katharina had convinced herself, she was ready to withstand all the storms coming from the Sons of Fire.

Suddenly!

"Huh?" Wang Yan said strangely, "Why is it smaller than before?"

"?"

Katherina's delicate body trembled, somewhat inexplicably. Suddenly, she had an ominous premonition and asked in a low voice, "What did you call me?"

"Sister An Ge." Wang Yan said matter-of-factly, and then asked doubtfully, "Isn't the food in hell good?"

install! Song! sister!

Uyaange!

There was a roar in Katharina's head, and a feeling of shame and anger erupted deep in her heart.

"It doesn't matter, just keep it small." Wang Yan decided to give up searching for the root cause for the time being. Just as he said, he must punish Sister An Ge severely, "Sister An Ge, here I come."

Just when Wang Yan was about to pounce on "Sister An Ge", a ball of dark energy that was extremely pure but contained terrifying explosive power condensed into a ball and hit his chest mercilessly.

"boom!"

Wang Yan flew out like a cannonball and hit the wall of the temporary palace hard. Although the building materials are extremely strong, they are also cracked by spider marks.

The violent explosion raged like a violent storm in the hall, and ghosts screamed like the end of the world.

Wang Yan swallowed the strong smell of blood in his mouth and was horrified: "Sister An Ge, you!" He couldn't believe that Wu Ya Ange would actually do something to him.

"roll!"

In the altar, an irritable woman's voice shouted angrily, "Son of flame, open your dog eyes and take a closer look, who is your sister An Ge?"

Under the surge of dark energy like black mist, a woman who was not tall but slim and slim walked out slowly. The most surprising thing is that in her delicate hands, she holds a giant scythe that is completely out of proportion to her size.

The giant scythe was ferocious in shape and exuded a heart-stopping black energy. Resentful souls were wrapped around the scythe. They stretched out their hands frantically and grabbed at it, making a piercing cry like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

Wang Yan's eyes widened little by little. Even though the woman was wearing a mask, she could still judge from the image and temperament she showed that she was indeed not Wu Ya'ange. But who is she?

Suddenly, Wang Yan's body trembled, and a name suddenly appeared in his mind.

Isn't it?

How could she, she, she, appear in the Fallen Demon Realm? And became the saint of the fallen demon god Samael? The most important thing is that he just mistakenly thought that she was Sister An Ge, and he did many indescribable things with her that can only be done between male and female friends.

Wang Yan's mind was in a daze, and now he was in big trouble.

"Misunderstanding, all of this is a misunderstanding." Wang Yan's scalp went numb and he hurriedly put on a smile, "Dear Miss Katharina, let's talk carefully if we have anything to say."

Even if his cultivation level reaches Wang Yan's level, he still feels the strong pressure brought by the Dark Saint Catherine. Especially the giant scythe in her hand actually makes Wang Yan feel frightened. It seems that It's definitely not an ordinary product.

"Misunderstanding, I misunderstood your size." The Dark Saint became even more furious. She waved the sickle in her hand and attacked Wang Yan with the special effect of howling ghosts. Her voice was as cold as ice, "When you held this Saint and molested me, Why don’t you say it’s a misunderstanding?”

That sickle was very powerful. Before the sickle arrived, thousands of energy surged towards Wang Yan. It was as if endless tentacles were wrapping around him, and as if countless unjust dead souls were pulling him with their hands, trying to drag him into the water to meet the same fate.

The battle between masters is just a matter of millimeters. For a less powerful person, even being entangled in those negative energies for a few seconds would be enough for the Dark Saint to harvest his soul hundreds of times.

But Wang Yan was not just a cat or a dog after all. As soon as the pure Yang essence in his body surged, his whole body emitted a flame that was as hot as the scorching sun. Those flames are so pure and yang that they can burn away all evil and filth.

A moment, just a moment.

Those negative energies, like maggots attached to bones, were burned to the ground, and countless resentful souls could vaguely be heard tearing apart in pain and wailing.

After breaking free, with a thought in his mind, he slid his right foot back slightly, and his body broke through the space, teleporting hundreds of meters away, and easily dodged the angry attack of the Dark Saint.

"The true fire of pure Yang can burn nothing. It's really amazing." The fatal scythe of the Dark Saint was easily broken, and she became even more angry. "Then come and taste the black flames of hell of this Saint."

With a stroke of her scythe, the space was torn open, and the endless dark energy poured out crazily, turning into a gloomy, black and cold flame dragon and sweeping towards Wang Yan.

As soon as he saw the black and cold flame dragon, Wang Yan laughed: "Have you forgotten my nickname, Your Highness the Saint? My name is Son of Flame. You are playing with fire. Are you giving me a head?"

Wang Yan's majestic mental power suppressed the fire dragon condensed from the black flames of hell. Moreover, his voice was full of majesty: "It's just a demon flame, don't stop yet."

Under normal circumstances, when Wang Yan's flame-dominating domain laws are deployed, those low-level flames will never dare to attack him. He is the King of Flames, the Lord of Fire.

However, the giant dragon made of hell's demonic flames only paused slightly under the suppression of Wang Yan's law of fire. He continued to show his teeth and claws, and rushed towards Wang Yan with more ferocity.

"How is this possible?" Wang Yan was shocked.

The Dark Saint is not a strong person who specializes in playing with fire. The hell demon flame she casts casually can escape the control of his flame law? This is simply challenging Wang Yan's common sense.

Although demonic flames are flames burned by negative energy, they are still a type of flame after all.

No reason?

Could it be that the level of this hell demon flame has reached a level close to that of a god?

Without any time to think, Wang Yan hurriedly waved a pure and yang flame, which also transformed into a giant flame dragon.

Two giant flame dragons, one black and one red, collided and fought fiercely, with fragments of flame energy flying everywhere. As worthy of being the son of flame, the flame dragon that Wang Yan gathered at random was still slightly better and had a certain upper hand.

But even so, Wang Yan was still surprised.

He practices the "Pure Yang Magic", one of the five major magical arts on earth today. It is as famous as the "Great Light Sacred Scripture", "****" and other magical arts. In terms of pure single-on-one lethality, it is higher than the other magical arts. . Now, he has cultivated the Pure Yang Divine Art to the ninth level of perfection, which is beyond the reach of promotion.

Not all the descendants of Chunyang can practice to reach the ninth level. In fact, since the inheritance of Chunyang Magic from Lu Zu to this day, there are only a handful of people who can practice to the ninth level, including Wang Yan and Cao Jinglue. Master and apprentice.

However, Wang Yan is more powerful than his master Cao Jinglue. The power of the flames alone has actually transcended the pure Yang level and reached the sun level. In the vast universe, under normal circumstances, some fire gods are only at the sun level.

It is also because of this that Wang Yan has reached the end of his road to pure Yang. If he wants to take another step forward, he must rely on his own opportunities to grow.

That is why Wang Yan was shocked by the power of the Dark Saint's Hellfire.

Could it be that the Hellfire technique she practiced came from a higher level? For example, the legendary magic skill "Dark God Codex" created by the fallen demon god Samael?

"Son of Fire!" Seeing that her Hellfire was suppressed, the Dark Saint became even more ferocious, and once again swung the Soul-Slicing Scythe at Wang Yan, "Today, I will make you come and go."

Such a fierce momentum also aroused Wang Yan's rebelliousness, and he raised his hand casually, and a blazing fire hammer appeared in his hand. The weapon spirit Huo Zhi half-empty turned into a flame spirit, baring his fangs and claws at the Dark Saint, as if shouting, Master, suppress her, hammer her, let her experience the master's mighty and domineering power.

"Her Highness the Saint is very powerful." Wang Yan laughed, "Unfortunately, if you want to keep me here with these skills, I'm afraid it's not enough."

"Boom boom boom!"

The soul-cutting sickle and the fire hammer collided fiercely, and the energy fluctuations that escaped surged back and forth throughout the hall, almost destroying the entire temporary palace.

Undoubtedly, such violent energy fluctuations alarmed the Dark Saint's guards, who surrounded the hall one after another and formed a formation to rush in.

"Scatter."

The Dark Saint's voice surged back and forth near the temporary palace, full of majesty, "Don't disturb this Saint's practice."

Now, she has a very high status in the Fallen Demon Realm, and has been regarded as the heir of the Fallen Demon God Samael. Naturally, what she says is a sure thing, and no one dares to object.

Especially the guards near her bedroom, all of whom are her direct guards.

At the command, the guards retreated like a tide, without any extra objections.

After sending away the irrelevant people, the Dark Saint continued to stare at Wang Yan with her clear and deep eyes. She waved her jade arm lightly, and the Soul-Cutting Scythe drew an arc in the air lightly. A hexagram array lit up in her eyes.

In an instant, the hexagram array burst into black light, and then the space was cut, forming a black vortex-like magic eye.

A monster crawled out of the black magic eye, with a strong body, and its arms and legs were all rock-like muscle lumps. The most surprising thing was that it actually had an evil goat-like head, and its huge eyes exuded a bloodthirsty light.

"Hua La La!"

The sound of chains dragging on the ground was heard.

The huge goat-horned demon stared at Wang Yan fiercely, as if looking at an enemy he hated to the bone.

"Goat-horned demon Bafumi?" Wang Yan's eyes widened, slightly surprised, "What a strong aura, it's already at the demigod level."

"Damned Son of Fire!"

Goat-horned demon Bafumi roared: "The humiliation you inflicted on me in the past, I will pay you back today."

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