Chapter 716: The Destruction of Meng Fan in the Future

This figure is naturally Hong Qi in the Sword Pavilion.

She spent her time practicing when Meng Fan was away, working very hard.

But even so, she could not keep up with Meng Fan, even though she had the Xuantian Saint Body.

In terms of Meng Fan's evilness, he was far beyond ordinary people, and even some special physiques were far from being comparable to him.

"What is going on?" Hong Qi's face was full of doubts. The power of the summon made her unable to control herself and she could not control herself at all.

Gradually, her doubts turned into fear.

Then the next second, Hong Qi's figure suddenly disappeared from the Sword Pavilion.

It really disappeared without a trace.

In the Demon God Tomb, the remnant soul of Hong Qi Demon God and the two phantoms of the future Meng Fan have already started fighting.

This battle is inevitable, destined, and can even be said to be a fateful battle.

It seems that it is not accurate to say that the future Meng Fan died before.

Even if he really died, there were still two phantoms alive, so it was not considered a true fall.

Unless these two phantoms completely fell, it could be considered a true demise.

In fact, if you look into it carefully, there is a paradox in it.

Because these two phantoms are essentially the "future" Meng Fan, but this time and space is the "past" for them.

The past and the future, no matter from which angle you look at it, are a million miles apart, but they just happened to be together.

The word "future" is extremely bizarre.

Especially for Meng Fan, standing in front of him at this moment are two future selves and a future Hongqi, both of whom are the most familiar strangers to him.

"Donor Meng, why do I feel that your two future phantoms are not the opponents of the future Hongqi?" The old monk finally regained his composure at this time and said to Meng Fan in his mind.

In fact, he was no less shocked than Meng Fan. He felt that it was easier to accept that Meng Fan became a demon god of the demon clan. After all, this kid was originally a demon among demons, and he was indeed a demon to the extreme.

Even from this perspective, being a demon god is not something that is incomprehensible.

But Hong Qi...

Although the old monk did not know much about this girl, he also knew that this girl could only be regarded as Meng Fan's maid. Not only did she not have any strength, but she also had no courage.

No matter from any perspective, this girl has nothing to do with the demon god.

In comparison, if you say that Di Ling'er is the future demon god, it feels more reasonable.

It's really outrageous!

"Shut your crow mouth. At this time, we can only hope that my two future phantoms can kill the residual soul of the demon god Hong Qi. Otherwise, no matter you or I, we can't escape the word death." Meng Fan said to the old monk in his mind.

The old monk did not shut up, but continued to say to Meng Fan: "Not necessarily, Mr. Meng, I always feel that this neighbor has some problems. Even if your two future phantoms are really defeated, I feel that it will help you and has the ability to help you."

But from Meng Fan's point of view, I think what the old monk said is just a beautiful hope.

The portrait of the demon god is indeed weird, but you can't expect it to really be able to deal with the residual soul of the red demon god.

Building hope on such a rootless duckweed is no different from handing over your life.

But taking a step back, now I have also handed my life to the two phantoms of my future self.

In fact, eight pounds and eight ounces, after all, are not under my control!

Thinking of this, Meng Fan sighed helplessly.

And the scene that happened next made him unable to sigh, and his heart was cold.

Because he saw that the two phantoms of his future self had disappeared, completely turned into dust, and no longer existed.

In the end, the shadow of my future self was still no match for the remnant soul of Hongqi Demon God.

Although the remnant soul of Hongqi Demon God was obviously dying as the two shadows disappeared.

But even in such a dying state, Meng Fan knew that she was no match. She only needed a thought to make herself and the two shadows disappear completely.

It's bad!

This old monk is really a crow's mouth. Can he really only rely on the portrait of the demon god in his mind at this moment?

But this thing didn't move at all from beginning to end. The old monk's hope was just a beautiful fantasy after all.

"Now, finally no one can stop me." The remnant soul of Hongqi Demon God looked straight at Meng Fan, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I am finally going to succeed!

After so many years of planning and layout, I finally succeeded.

Even if I have been suppressed, the one who laughs last is the winner.

"Haha, haha..." The residual soul of the Hongqi demon god laughed, and the laughter became more and more exaggerated, and even more and more deformed, like a monster.

In other words, she was a monster at this moment, a complete monster.

"Mr. Meng, quickly offer the portrait of the demon god. My intuition tells me that the only thing that can protect you at this moment is this portrait of the demon god." The old monk said in a somewhat anxious tone.

If Meng Fan died, he would definitely not survive. In this desperate situation, he really couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Let alone him, even a true immortal would be anxious in the face of such a scene.

"Shut up, what the hell!" Meng Fan shouted at the old monk in his mind.

The old monk was anxious, but he was actually more anxious.

Couldn't he have thought that the portrait of the demon god might be the only hope for a comeback at this moment?

It was easy to say to sacrifice the portrait of the demon god, didn't he want to sacrifice it?

But does this thing listen to him?

It doesn't listen to his control at all!

The portrait of the demon god is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard. No matter how Meng Fan drives it, this thing is motionless and as stable as a rock.

It's broken!

The familiar power reappeared, sweeping towards Meng Fan.

The next second, Meng Fan felt that he was about to be swallowed.

At this time, Meng Fan didn't even think about what treasures he had on him to resist.

Although he did have some treasures of unknown origin, these treasures were obviously not enough in front of the remnant soul of the Hongqi demon god.

For example, the pendant that Night Emperor Wu Yingying gave him, let alone the pendant, even if Wu Yingying came in person, it would not be enough for the Red Qi Demon God to chew.

Wu Yingying's lifelong wish is to destroy the demon world, and she is still working hard.

But the Red Qi Demon God alone is enough to sweep the entire demon world, or even destroy the entire demon world, how can this be compared?

Just when Meng Fan had no other choice, the long-awaited portrait of the demon god finally appeared.