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When the Heart Witch completely absorbed the power of the contracted souls, the whole body became a little distorted. From his constantly wriggling body, various messy sounds could be heard from time to time.

　　 At this time, the witch heart demon is simply a mixture of countless souls.

　　 "Hehehe, my stupid son..."

　　 Mephisto laughed, and he walked over, stamping his red feet on the ground, leaving deep footprints. The giant hand grabbed it, and the heart witch was like a child.

　　 "Mephisto! I will kill you as..."

　　 "Shut up, you idiot."

　　 Mephisto waved his hand and smashed the Witch Heart Demon fiercely. The terrifying power made the Heart Sorcerer's body show signs of collapse for the first time.

　　 But in just a few seconds, a large number of squirming substances gathered from all directions, repairing the witch heart demon.

　　 "You old thing..."

The Witch Heart Demon stood up gloomily and looked up at Mephisto’s demon face, full of jealousy and resentment, and whispered, "That’s it again, you are so again, the cowardly you always like to use life and death. Treat me, even if I have the power to surpass you..."

　　 "Beyond me? My stupid son, you seem to have misunderstood something. Even if I am just an insignificant clone, you can't shake it."

　　 Mephisto looked at his son with yellow eyes, as if observing some kind of strange animal without a brain. He bored his forefinger and middle finger's long nails, rubbing against each other, making a metallic sound, and said as he spoke.

"You don’t understand anything at all. You, a person who thinks you have the truth, are nothing but a ridiculous bug in my opinion. Think about it, although you are my son, you and **** are the most numerous and the most numerous. The humble **** worm, there is no essential difference, your mind is on the same level."

　　 Mephisto showed deep malice. He glanced at the Sorcerer last dismissively, and didn't care about the poor strength at all.

　　 The power of a little poor undead? It may be strong enough to crush most superpowers on the planet, but that's it.

　　 Mephisto kicked the sorcerer who rushed up, and slowly stretched out his hand to the contract of Saint Van Gonzal that fell on the ground in the disbelief and disillusioned eyes of the opponent.

　　The role of Saint Van Gonzal's contract is to seal up a large number of undead. Compared with the undead that can be wiped out by the rubbish, this contract itself is the greatest treasure.

　　 If Mephisto's body was here, he would never take another look at this kind of thing. The problems that can be solved by the seventh level of strength cannot be solved by the Sanvan Gonzal contract.

　　 But if it falls into the hands of the clone, it will be very interesting to deal with a specific group of people.

　　 will have a miraculous effect.

　　The distance is getting closer and closer, Mephisto's eyes flashed with eagerness, and he was about to get his hands as soon as he saw it. It was as simple as harvesting souls in the past.

　　 A portal suddenly appeared, and a hand was stretched out from the door to **** the contract of St. Van Gonzal with thunder.

Mephisto’s smile suddenly stiffened, as if seeing the handy food being grabbed by a dirty hand, it became extremely gloomy, with murderous eyes, and suddenly turned his head, staring at the darkness. Downey walked over silently.

"I seem to understand why even your son looks down on you." Downey took off his hood and slumped behind him casually. From the wide sleeves of the black robe, Downey slowly stretched out his hand, revealing the stained one. Dusted sheepskin rolls.

　　 "San Van Gonzal, I was a little unsure at first, but I didn't expect you to really think about this thing..."

　　 Downey played with the sheepskin rolls and stared down with interest, looking at the dense tadpole-like old demon characters on it. Every character on it was full of hell.

　　 "How can you know so clearly..." Mephisto said gloomily, "Or how could you find the location so accurately and take away the contract on time after receiving the news..."

"What do you think, I will be entangled by Loki? Or be fascinated by the Destroyer Warframe? Of course, in my opinion, whether Loki or Destroyer Warframe is more important than you Above. And you, no matter what I think, I think you are nothing but a mouse in a dark corner."

　　 Downey thought for a while, and unceremoniously rolled the sheepskin into his pocket in front of Mephisto's twitching old face.

　　 I don't know if it is a coincidence or due to a potential consensus, Downey and the Witch Heart Demon have a surprisingly consistent view of Mephisto—a mouse.

　　 The Heart Sorcerer laughed presumptuously. Thousands of voices all laughed from the body of the Heart Sorcerer. It was like the noise of all the pigs in the slaughterhouse. It sounds very disgusting.

　　 Downey raised his hand slightly, the source of the fire was instantly lit up, and a large amount of fire power was vented, and it slammed into the Witch Heart Demon.

　　 These energies are full of the destructive characteristics of depriving life. Between existence and non-existence, the damage to fragile souls is amazing. In an instant, the witch heart demon collapsed and most of the undead in his body were wiped out.

　　 The body was also broken up.

　　 But the remaining undead gathered quickly and regrouped into a new body. The deformed face of the Witch Heart Demon finally recovered after several changes, revealing infinite horror. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com

　　 Downey was thoughtful. To a certain extent, the Heart Sorcerer and his former enemy, the blood **** Dicken, were of similar nature. Both were immune to physical attacks, but were not very resistant to special forces.

　　Of course, the witch heart demon thinks he has the blessing of magic and demon power, and he is extremely proud.

　　 But a group of fragile souls, facing Downey, are no different from the pigs to be slaughtered.

　　 "Escape and escape!"

　　 "We are not his opponents, run away!"

　　 In the body of the witch heart demon, there were countless piercing screams, and many undead urged the witch heart demon to escape.

　　 "Shut up, you humble undead! I am the master! I am the master!" The Witch Heart Demon covered his head, red eyes, and let out an unwilling growl.

　　 The undead struggled even more, and even caused the body of the heart witch to be deformed again.

　　 "It's so pathetic..."

Downey glanced at the Heart Sorcerer, his face indifferent, and another fire energy in his backhand completely wiped out the Heart Sorcerer, physically and atomically. Unless he has the Destroyer Cells, it would not be possible to regenerate; on the soul, All the undead were defeated, turned into the most primitive soul power, and dissipated in the air.

　　 Downey turned his head slowly, looked at Mephisto first, and said, "You two are worthy of being a father and son, not very good." Then, he turned his gaze on Mordor, who was always silent.

　　 This kind of reunion is really embarrassing.

　　 was silent for a while, before the grim-faced Mephisto could do it, Downey suddenly said, "Mephisto, let's make a deal."

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