Chapter 3203: 7 Souls, 1 Soul Hell
With a heavy push, Mo Fan only felt as if he had smashed a thin mirror, clean enough to instantly flush the turbid air in his lungs into his body.
Those dead muscles, those coagulated blood, those memories that are gradually forgotten... It seems that everything has come to life, including his dying body and rotten soul!
Mo Fanping was lying down and lifted into the air, but twisted his head. In the corner of the huge dark abyss, he saw a person getting farther and farther away from him. Little by little, go away and become small.
Mo Fan didn't dare to look at it again, and closed his eyes tightly.
His eyes were extraordinarily dry, and his heart was filled with guilt. Mu Bai's words were still echoing in his mind.
Fallen Angel...
Can I go back to this world?
What if you don't come back.
In that place, he was already fragile, frightened, mad, collapsed, and desperate even just touching the surface. Why did he have the courage to fall for the second time...
...
"Mo Fan!"
"Mo Fan!!"
"Mo Fan!!"
There were some voices coming from his ears, and Mo Fan slowly opened his eyes. The sun was shining warmly on his cheeks, the wind was blowing softly on his skin, and there were many worries about himself. People, Mo Fan can hear the joy when they call him...
It was only a short period of time when he fell into hell, but why is it like a lifetime, so how long does the person who really sinks have to go through? ?
I thought that I would become a big hero in the future, but in the end everyone around me did better than me, and it was worth looking up to with my whole life.
"why!!!"
"Since when did I, Michael, want to let a real heresy disappear from this world, I still need the permission of you people!!" Michael saw Mo Fan floating from the abyss of purgatory, the whole person Almost crazy! !
From trial to rebellion,
When it comes to this increasingly fierce struggle, it will be so difficult for the Holy City to kill a person. If there is no absolute sanction, sorcery and magic will only become more and more proliferating, and at that time people will be punished by demons again. Domination, it will become the food of those monster empires, do people miss the era of being slaves of ancient gods, that is the civilization of human beings is going backwards!
Without the Holy City, there would be no magic convention, and no sorcery would be prohibited. This fragile magic civilization would be trampled by the rulers of other planes without any dignity!
"You have to bear the sins of the ages!!" Michael pointed at Mo Fan, who had returned from hell, and almost roared.
"I've heard enough of your disgusting rhetoric!" Mo Fan's blood not only began to flow in his body, but also gradually boiled. At this time, Mo Fan was like a descendant of an ancient god and demon. A little bit of transformation, a little bit of strength.
Because of the eight souls of heaven and earth, good souls and evil souls coexist, half of his power is full of holy and noble souls, and the other half contains extremely evil essence.
His body began to burn with raging flames, which originated from the nirvana phoenix flame of Saint Totem Suzaku, the king of ten thousand feathers.
But in his bones, there is another devil from the bottom of the darkness. The devil's flame is born from the blood, and the anger in his heart is used as the burning body. The magic eye that pierces the soul of a person, shows the madness of an evil god and demon to the fullest...
The fusion of these two flames, Mo Fan alone, especially in this short period of time, has experienced the nirvana of Suzaku and the rage of the devil. Now Mo Fan, who is standing between the two holy cities, can no longer tell the difference. Is he more divine or more devilish!
"I just want to use the blood of your dirty, stinky angel to pay homage to everyone who has been persecuted by you and cannot survive in this world. Do you know how much each of them misses this world?" Mo Fan watched Michael.
He clearly possesses two of the most extreme flames in the world. He should have been so angry that he could burn the sky and make the radiance of the sun pale, but people felt a kind of icy coldness emanating from Mo Fan's body. Shrouded in everyone's body, the soul involuntarily trembled, obviously resentment towards Michael, but it seemed to vent into the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people!
In Michael's eyes, there is always only his lofty idea, and he is the guardian deity.
But whoever he persecuted does not love everything here more than him?
It is precisely because of the treasure that he is unwilling to start a meaningless battle, and he wants to end all these disputes with his own sacrifice...
It’s just that some people still don’t understand that this beauty and peace are built on the basis of one person after another who are willing to pay. It’s definitely not a master like Michael who despises all the preciousness in the world and only wants to eradicate dissidents! !
Most people in the world can be blinded by the brilliant light of Michael's sixteen wings, and they can, like him, cast aside those struggling in the quagmire in the hypocritical tranquility, but they have seen the truly noble and precious soul. Never agree, never compromise! !
"Live for me..."
This is not what Mu Bai said to himself alone, but every lingering person in his memory. They are holding this fragile world, but they are sinking into the quagmire little by little, before suffocating and dying. Before, speak to yourself from the heart.
I am not the lucky one in the muddy road, but carry everyone's expectations.
There are too many people's shoulders under my feet, even if I fall down, some people hold their backs to prevent them from sinking!
Why do you have to laugh at high places?
Why can't you reach out and pull these people, they are wrapped in mud and can't suffocate, their eyes full of tears yearn for real light.
Human angels, shouldn't they bring hope to people?
Why are you stomping on these people with your feet! !
"Yiqiu, you are not worthy of being my righteous soul. My righteous soul, even if the soul sinks into darkness forever, he will still be immortal in my heart!"
There are eight soul mountains behind Mo Fan, and they emerge one by one.
Mo Fan turned around, and stretched out a hand to the void soul, grabbing Yiqiu's righteous soul.
The Soul Mountain was grabbed by Mo Fan and crushed to pieces by Mo Fan, whose face was cold and terrifying! !
Destroy a soul!
This is an extremely painful process, but Mo Fan still has no expression at all. It can be seen that the star mark on Mo Fan's chest and the shackles in his soul are also shattered together with Mo Fan's cruel method!
Demons and Suzaku's flames blend together, and gods and demons coexist.
Heaven and earth are good and evil souls and souls chambers, and there is a mountain of souls that is empty.
Seven souls are in the world, and one soul is in hell.
Mo Fan knew that it was impossible for him to have a complete soul in his life, but he would become stronger because of this incomplete soul! !
...
The black star was completely shattered with Mo Fan's self-destruction. The shocking brand mark on his chest instantly turned into a fiery Suzaku flame. The flames swept across, and the wound on his chest was quickly healed. , turned into Molten Muscle!
The fire of the vermillion bird is as bright as a rainbow. With the disappearance of the star's brand marks, these flames become more colorful. They stretch out little by little behind Mo Fan's back, as if they were astonishing when they broke into a butterfly. The wings slowly opened from the thick cocoon!
On the other side is the wild and evil devil's fire, pure black, the blood of the devil is awakening, and the black wings of flame and the flame feathers of the Vermillion Bird stretch toward both sides of the sky.
Unlike the exaggerated feathers that are layered upon layers of angels, whether it is the body of Suzaku Nirvana or the body of a demon, only one is born. They are all huge!
The two wings completely cover the sky. The east and west sides of the holy city are shrouded by these two wings with huge contrast in brilliance. They are completely like two flaming flaming gorges floating in the air, and the end cannot be seen at a glance!
"I'll break you, the angel Shengyu who claims to be my god, one by one. Like Sally, you should lie on the ground dripping with blood, and take a good look at the faces of every person who is carrying a load. How many are they? Hate the holy city, and hate you hypocritical masters!"
Mo Fan fluttered his wings, and the two wings of Tianxia rolled up two flames of burning the sky. His speed could no longer be seen clearly with the naked eye. Only the fire of the devil and the flame of the Vermillion Bird were like a gorgeous sky scroll. Roll out the constant rendering!
Traveling through the dimension, but the extremely shocking flame of burning the sky is closely followed.
Mo Fan appeared in front of Michael, and Michael was surrounded by a golden holy feather barrier, like a metal ball protecting Michael inside.
"Bang!!!!!!"
The golden guardian orb shattered into a large piece of light and shadow, and Michael fell from the sky, smashing heavily into the magnificent temple of the Holy City of the Earth!
The magic fire spread from the sky to the earth, and the holy city of the earth instantly turned into a city of flames where two fires coexisted, and no house could be spared.
"The first one!"
Mo Fan did not know when he had appeared at the place where Michael fell. He stepped on Michael's shoulder with one foot and grabbed the outermost one of the sixteen wings behind Michael's back with both hands!
The wing glow was extremely hot, with a very strong burning effect of holy light. When Mo Fan grabbed the wing root with both hands, he was immediately scalded, and his hands were bleeding.
But compared to the real trauma in his heart, this physical pain is no longer a big feeling for Mo Fan. He stomped on Michael, and didn't give Michael a chance to stand up, and he didn't care about that. Holy Feather Burning!
Grabbing the wings, it was abruptly broken off from Michael's back bone. You could see a blushing blood spring spraying out, and there was a hole in Michael's back immediately! !
"I'm going to cut your soul into pieces!!!" Michael roared in pain.
"boom!!!!!!!!"
The golden energy burst from Michael's body, like a golden needle that can pierce everything, there are as many as one million, for a time, the holy city of the earth and the holy city of the sky were baptized by these golden rains, even far away. None of the plains were spared, and they all turned into hollow honeycomb plains.
Michael forced Mo Fan back, but the angel's wings could not be recovered. There were only fifteen left on his back, and each of them was stained with blood, including his Tsing Yi holy armor. So clean!
Michael glanced at the sanctuary behind him, which was already burning with ashes.
I glanced at the ancient holy city again, and it also turned into continuous ruins, as well as the broken wing, the proudest wing of the sixteen-winged Seraphim, the holy feather that is different from mortals...
Pain and anger were displayed on Michael's face, making his face look a little hideous.
He stared at Mo Fan, hated to the extreme!
During the long trial process before, Michael's attitude towards Mo Fan was nothing but a business-like attitude. There was not much hatred and resentment in his eyes, only a kind of flat and disgusting aloofness.
But as the situation continued to change, Michael's hatred for Mo Fan reached a peak.
Just because of this person's survival, everything is betrayed. What is such a person not an ultimate heresy? ?
"Only if I personally tear you apart, people will not provoke the majesty of the sixteen-winged seraph!" Even if Michael broke a wing, it would not affect his combat effectiveness.
He rushed to the sea of fire in the city, and the innumerable Van Kui in the flames grew recklessly. Those Van Kui seemed to be able to absorb any irritable substance and turn it into their own nourishment. When Michael killed in front of Mo Fan, The vine of the Vatican has overwhelmed all the magic fires and grew outside the city!
Michael flew towards Mo Fan, and the Van Kwai all over the city was more like a cyan plant tsunami, terrifyingly attacked Mo Fan, the light above Mo Fan's head was being blocked, Michael and the black Van Kwai fused together. For the sake of oneness, the Fan Kui tsunami has become even more exaggerated!
From the holy city to the pierced plains, and the avalanche trail that rolled down from the Alps before, Michael's Van Kui devoured them all, and Mo Fan's Suzaku Flame and Devil's Fire could not burn these possessions. Sacred plants, on the contrary, the flames continue to nourish these powerful Brahmins...
From the holy city to the plain, and then from the plain to the slowly rolling hills, the training courtyard at the southernmost end of the Alpine Academy was not spared. All things, absorb all the nutrients in the world, and turn into a plant annihilation!
The earth was run over by the Vankui jungle, and all the vines and flowers of the Vankui were extremely dense and fearful, and even the ice, snow and mountains disappeared!
And Michael's figure gradually emerged. He was suspended above the epic Van Kwai, looking down proudly, looking for Mo Fan who was buried somewhere by Van Kwai.
"The second one!"
Mo Fan's voice sounded from very close to Michael, and saw a claw with a black armored blade tightly grasping Michael's wing, and twisting it down heavily, the wing was connected to the back of the shoulder. The bones suddenly made a terrifying sound! !
"Aah!!!!!!!" Michael screamed, the pain was stronger than the first wing that was cut off before, and Michael's facial features were twisted together!
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