Invincible copy system

Zhang Fan didn't take it seriously, he wasn't worried because he knew things were not that simple.

A self-righteous demon would disdain to talk about dreams and reality with an unknown person. Tarn was not so kind. There must be some reason why he couldn't make a direct move.

Even if he took out a powerful weapon, he probably wouldn't really stab Zhang Fan's body.

There is no relevant record in the heavenly scriptures.

The system did not give a ready-made strategy.

But Zhang Fan had his own conjecture, Ta En didn't dare to take it directly, because he still had the falling lotus that the Supreme God gave him in his heart, and he would not use the sharp sword in his hand, his strength and soul were Bound together, stripping the soul means that all power must be destroyed, including the power of the Creator God that the evil god has in mind.

"Do you know how to destroy this weapon?" Tarn still said confidently, "No one is willing to die. From the moment they were trapped in the sword by me, no matter how dissatisfied they were with me before they were alive, now , and can only do their best to protect their last habitat. The only way to fight this long sword is to purify every soul in it."

As if confirming his words, just after he finished speaking, a black figure knelt down in front of Zhang Fan.

There was an iron chain tied around his neck, the end of which extended into the blade of the sword, "Please, please let me go, promise God, save us..."

He was still crying.

Tarn on the side explained: "This is the most cowardly one. He has no ability. He used to live in another continent that you don't know. Have you seen it? To deal with this weapon, you have to make these people willing to do it for you. Sacrifice, try to refute them, let them understand that your life is more meaningful. There is also..."

Before the evil god finished speaking, the kneeling figure in front of him had disappeared.

Zhang Fan stroked his Yan Mozhan, the evil god was right, it was indeed a weak guy, and he didn't gain much power from swallowing him.

"You killed it." The evil god's tone was full of disbelief.

"That's right, what's the problem? The demon sword in my hand is called Yan Mozhan. It looks ordinary, but its power is good. It has only one ability to swallow everything."

"You say you are nobler than me."

"No, you got it wrong, I just said, I live for myself."

"This is killing."

"No, compared to you, I can't even count as pediatrics."

Tarn took a few steps forward, held the stone sword tightly and pointed it at Zhang Fan, "When it penetrates your body, their souls will use your power to escape, and in the process, your soul and your The mighty power will be torn apart by them. And I don't need your complete body, just a little power of the Holy Spirit, and I will be free."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Zhang Fan took the long knife away and opened his chest to welcome his blade.

It doesn't matter success or failure, and he doesn't know how to fight the evil god, but he can't bear to give up without doing anything.

There was another long period of silence. Tarn should also be hesitating. There are too many uncertainties in it.

"Pfft" sounded.

The wide boulder sword pierced through Zhang Fan's body, as expected of the evil god's creation, it could easily injure the immortal god's body.

"hehe"

Zhang Fan didn't stop him, instead he took the long sword firmly in his hand, drew the sword and stabbed at the opposite shadow.

"You can't kill a god."

"I never said I wanted your life. Ahem..."

While coughing blood, he stimulated the aura in his body. The target was not the shadow on the opposite side, but the soul in the stone sword.

"what are you doing?"

Zhang Fan ignored him, and continued to send spirit energy into Shi Jian.

"Crack..."

The first skin of the Black Stone Sword was shattered, and then a golden "villain" appeared, a little dazed, not sure what happened.

"You actually handed over your power to them..."

The souls in the sword quickly escaped one by one with the help of Zhang Fan's aura.

Zhang Fan does not have the ability to fight against evil gods, even if he has divine power, but he can save the soul in the soul refining weapon.

Of course, they couldn't escape Tarn's one-dimensional space, but because they couldn't escape, there was only one choice left.

The newly born free souls did not flee blindly, but gathered into a golden torrent, rushing into the body of the evil god.

The entrance is the wound Zhang Fan pierced with Yan Mozhan.

The scene at the scene was a bit tragic, one by one soaring souls broke free from the stone sword, and then entered the body of the evil god one after another.

Tarn dreamed of getting this power of the Holy Spirit, but at this moment, even though it was close at hand, he even ran into his body on his own initiative.

He can only watch.

From the day he received the creation power of the Holy Spirit, Zhang Fan knew very well that this power must be voluntarily dedicated in order to be inherited.

So, now Tarn's proud weapon turned around and attacked himself.

Unable to swallow, and difficult to kill, he can only endure the pain of ten thousand ants eating his heart.

Even a powerful evil god can only admit defeat under the constant gnawing of his soul.

By the time he was about to give up Shi Jian and turn around and run away, it was too late.Yan Mozhan tried his best to absorb his power, and cooperated with tens of thousands of little elves to attack from inside and outside.

His figure is almost to the point of collapse.

"Let go!"

Thane yelled, trying to pull out the long knife inserted into his body.

However, Zhang Fan, who was standing opposite him, was gambling his life. It could be said that this was the only chance to seriously injure the evil god.

"……goodbye."

No matter how unbearable Tarn was, he did not retreat but advanced, and directly slapped Zhang Fan's chest.

He wants to take home.

He's not taking home.

The meteoric lotus in Zhang Fan's heart slowly bloomed after sensing the power of the evil god invading his body.

"Boy, make a bet once. As long as I inject half of my soul, you will be completely destroyed by this lotus flower."

But Zhang Fan still didn't intend to stop.

so what.

We've come to this point, let's all go to hell together.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's approach became even more extreme, he directly began to absorb the damage from the palm of the evil god.

Bet on his life, he has never been afraid.

Tarn's soul was shattered, his power was greatly affected, and his one-dimensional space also began to shatter.

The falling lotus in the heart bloomed even more colorfully, and along with it bloomed Zhang Fan's life.

On a certain day of a certain year, in an unknown place in the depths of the universe, a strange scene suddenly appeared, the divine object falling into the world, the colorful brilliance was not inferior to any stars, and the flying petals galloped to the four directions of the starry sky.

This is a miracle.

It is also a necessary process for the continuation of the meteorite.

Before long, new buds will sprout where those fluttering petals fell.

But a few people know that the price is the fall of a god.