Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Abraham Cohen outside the door couldn't help but said: "Don't be fooled, she will read your mind."

Zhao Chuanxin, on the other hand, seemed to have not heard anything and closed his eyes obediently: "Come on, let the storm come more violently."

Margaret Gompers stared intently at Zhao Chuanxin, who was standing quietly with his eyes closed and his head bowed.

She said in her unique voice that sounded like metal friction: "What you see now is the door of hell burning with raging flames. The gatekeeper is the monster Hadros with a tail, and it is listening to the confessions of the dead..."

As her voice gradually increased, everyone outside the door was in a trance, as if they were in the gate of hell roasted by the fire of hell.

All it takes is one last step to plunge you into pain that is difficult to extricate yourself from.

There was something magical about Margaret Gompers' voice.

But Zhao Chuanxin, who had his eyes closed, interrupted her: "Isn't this the content in Dante's "Body"? What? Hell is exactly the same as what Dante described, right?"

Everyone outside the door heard Zhao Chuanxin's loud voice, and the illusion in front of them suddenly disappeared.

Margaret Gompers was extremely angry when she saw this.

Doesn't this fucking interrupt the spellcasting?

Zhao Chuanxin yawned, opened his eyes and looked at the pale people outside the door, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Abraham Cohen screamed: "She is really the devil, she is luring us to hell!"

"Haha..." Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Margaret Gompers: "Well, you close your eyes too, and I'll tell you what hell is like."

Dante is not the only one in the world who has described hell.

The joking on Zhao Chuanxin's face disappeared, and his voice became low and slow: "In the underworld of the underworld, the king of hell is revered, in charge of the underworld, and is called the ghost king..."

King of Hell, bull-headed horse-faced, black and white impermanence...

From top to bottom, the story flows between Zhao Chuanxin's lips and teeth.

Dante's "Divine Comedy" may be wonderful, but in terms of its huge background and settings, it also depends on Chinese folklore.

Gradually, the little girl on the bed listened attentively, and even the sinister mood disappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin finished talking about hell and then talked about various gods.

There was silence inside and outside the door, only his low and slow voice.

After a moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly asked Margaret Gompers: "I forgot to tell you, I am the Archmage, and I am asking you if you are afraid?"

Margaret Gompers was brought back to reality, and her blurred eyes became sinister again.

She sneered: "You can go to heaven and escape from the earth, can you kill devils?"

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "Since you are called the devil, let's fight."

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, and a faint thunder suddenly shone in his palm.

In fact, there is not much energy left in Thor's hammer, so he can only do this.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the lightning into a whip shape and flicked it lightly, making a "crackling" sound.

"This is called a lightning whip. If I fire five consecutive whips, the ghosts and gods will be wiped out. Haha, do you want to try it?"

Margaret Gompers shuddered, looking frightened, and shook her head quickly.

This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to sneer. He placed his palm three inches away from her body, controlled the energy of Mjolnir, and let the electric arc travel around her body.

Like acupuncture, a numbing sensation spread throughout Margaret Gompers' body.

She wanted to scream in pain, but she tried her best to hold it back, but the pain on her expression could not be concealed no matter what.

"Stop it!" Margaret Gompers finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Everyone outside the door was shocked!

What kind of magical trick is this?

They couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the Eastern mystical system that Zhao Chuanxin mentioned was true?

Is there really a Hall of Hell?

Is there really a prehistoric era?

Is there really a magic?

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that with this little energy, it would be easy for him to be unable to hold on.

He put away his palms and smiled: "How about it? Do you have what I have?"

Margaret Gompers bit her lip: "I don't have the power of thunder, but I have the power of hell! I can pull your souls into hell!"

"How dare you try your best to do the same thing!" This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to sneer. He pointed to a vase on the table next to him: "The great Luo magic spell, the mighty heavenly dragon!"

boom!

The Phoenix Mysterious Ring was activated, and the air cannon blasted the vase away, hitting the wall and smashing it to pieces!

In the movie, only devils have abilities, but now Zhao Chuanxin, the "exorcist", is better than the devil...

Margaret Gompers was stunned!

A group of people outside looked dumbfounded.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that there was such a thing in the world!

Margaret Gompers said in horror: "You, you..."

"What are you?" Zhao Chuanxin slapped away her outstretched fingers: "Satan doesn't even dare to speak in front of me. With your meager strength, you are still holding on. I will save you today!

The flying dragon is in the sky! "

In the next scene, even if Newton is regenerated, he will still fall to the ground!

Zhao Chuanxin's body suddenly rose from the ground and floated.

He put on the mud trowel gloves and held the whip of judgment in the other hand. The Dharma Prime Minister solemnly played the not-so-serious "The Hanging Divine Comedy".

The Whip of Judgment rolls up an hourglass next to it.

Zhao Chuanxin held the hourglass, felt the sharply declining energy value of the blue ghost armor, and shouted: "Devil, I will show you!"

The sand in the hourglass quickly transformed into a simple but ferocious grimace under the influence of the mud trowel glove.

Margaret Gompers was stunned.

For a moment, she was a little confused and couldn't tell whether the devil was still in her body, or whether it was taken away by Zhao Chuanxin's "soul extraction".

Seeing that his energy level had bottomed out, Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly landed.

Otherwise you will make a fool of yourself!

He held up the "ghost face" transformed from the sand in his hand, took out the elf carving knife and shouted: "Devil, today I will cut you into pieces!"

With a little cold light, the sword comes out like a dragon.

shhhhhh...

The rock ghost face was cut into pieces, and large beads and small beads scattered on the ground like jade plates.

Everyone outside the door felt numb!

The magic power is profound and terrifying!

Margaret Gompers on the bed didn't know how to behave, she was helpless and paralyzed.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his angry glare and said in a gentle tone: "Margaret, I have killed the devil! How do you feel?"

"I, I, I..." Margaret Gompers's voice returned to its original childish voice: "I'm fine."

She was really afraid that if she was no longer good, it would not only be the devil who would be saved, but maybe Zhao Chuanxin would save her as well!

Arthur Gompers was overjoyed and was about to say something.

But Zhao Chuanxin's expression changed and he said coldly: "Are you really healed? Why do I think you're not healed yet?"

When it comes to being moody and turning sides, Zhao Chuanxin is better than the devil.

Margaret Gompers felt refreshed just now when she saw him, but now she immediately looked fierce, as if she was going to take out the extremely sharp knife just now and cut off her head at any time.