Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

Only the place where the black enemy stood was still intact.

This shocking scene made Ye Fan's unconscious pupils slightly enlarged.

"This is...Golden Thunder of Merit!"

He whispered softly.

Ye Fan knew that this was the second step to the secret method, the merit of the golden thunder quenching the golden body.

Crackling--

This golden thunder of merit, not only blasted on the surrounding ground, but also blasted on the black and burly monster Lingzhen!

Jin Lei refines his real body!

With every bombardment, it was like a golden thunder whip hitting the black enemy's body fiercely!

Immediately on the latter's body, a serpentine crack of brilliant gold will be exploded!

Hei Qiu used the underworld in his body and the origin of the demon spirit to try his best to repair the wound.

In the process of Jinlei bombardment and repair, his body became stronger and stronger.

at the same time,

In the gold thunder of merit, there are also strands of merit power, which penetrates into the real body of the black enemy's demon spirit, allowing him to quickly adapt to the powerful force of merit.

Seven or eight seconds later.

Boom boom boom -

The thunder continued to bombard, and in the end it became a continuous one.

In the eyes of the black enemies, Zi Yan Minghuo suddenly turned into two golden fires of brilliant golden merit.

He has fully adapted to the power of merit!

Now, even if the golden thunder of merit in the 100-meter-high vortex continues to bombard, it can no longer cause any harm to the real body of the black enemy's demon spirit!

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was delighted: "Very well, Jinlei, the merit of the second level, has passed!"

The black enemy's eyes were burning with merit and gold fire, and he looked at the 100-meter-high golden vortex and storm.

He shouted: "Millions of merit, alchemy body!"

"melt--"

This sound also reverberated across the entire underworld, trembling endlessly.

As soon as Heiqi's words fell, the huge vortex of merit and the purple storm of the underworld that swept half of the underworld outside suddenly froze.

Boom--

A dull and suppressed explosion sounded in the entire underworld space.

The golden merit vortex and the deep purple underworld storm exploded directly, and the incomparably surging air wave swept the entire underworld space in no time.

Click, boom——

The small hill at the feet of Heiqi could no longer hold on to it, and it broke apart and turned directly into a rubble ruin.

Smoke billowed.

The black enemy is controlling the Ming Gang, standing in the void.

In his eyes, two groups of merits were burning with golden fire, and his whole body of demon spirit was set against him with an indescribable treasure of majesty!

After the 100-meter-high vortex of virtue exploded, it reunited the ocean of virtue, rippling beside the black enemy in mid-air.

But this time is different,

This time, in the billowing golden waves, there were voices of gratitude from the heart.

"Thank you Master Ye for your help!!"

"Thank you Master Ye for saving me the people of Fengyun City!!"

"..."

There is the voice of gratitude from the people of Fengyun City.

"That adult was too powerful, and thanks to that adult we survived!"

"Yeah, otherwise the whole demon will be destroyed, and we will all die!"

"Thank you sir, thank you for your life-saving grace, my son and wife are coming soon, kneel down and worship sir. Thanks to the sir, our family of three is alive!!"

"..."

The voice of gratitude from the people of the Demon Capital was also heard inside.

"Thank you sir for helping us out!"

"Thank you sir for helping us out of the sea of ​​suffering!"

"..."

This is the liberating voice of the benevolent souls of Shangling Base City.

now,

Among the one million merits, the grateful voices of all living beings and dead souls contained in it all surfaced.

All these voices resounded in unison, echoing endlessly.

It is not noisy, but contains a magical soul power.

Ye Fan listened to the voices of gratitude from the common people and the good souls, and he thought of the system's explanations and prompts on merit points!

[Bonus]: A soul energy released by living beings or undead to the host's heart or soul gratitude!

This is indeed a soul power with mysterious and mighty power!

Ye Fan thought this way, then looked at the black enemies in the field.

At this moment, the situation has changed more.

The billowing waves of merit, recalling the voices of various souls, while rippling, quickly merged into the body of the black enemy.