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Ancient One's fleeting gaze.

Captured precisely by Mercor Faith.

Suddenly, Faith looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Directly fried.

"Sorcerer Supreme!

Mercto Faith roared, and the hellfire rose up into the sky, turning into a hellfire snake and heading straight for the Ancient One Healer.

Facing the imposing Hellfire Serpent.

Ancient One's face was calm, his hands were raised, and he quickly pinched a finger.

The orange-red magic array quickly rose and stopped directly in front of the hellfire snake.

Rumble!

The hellfire snake slammed into the magic array, directly collapsed, turning into green smoke and dissipating in this sulfur-filled air.

See your attacks blocked.

Meto Faith is not panicked in the slightest.

I saw him sneering and stretching out his hand.

Countless hellfire snakes condensed.

Thousands, with no edge at a glance.

"Sorcerer Supreme, hell, I see how long you can hold out!"

Mercot Faith's slightly smug voice fell.

But before he could continue to move, a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Because he found that at the center of Ancient One's eyebrows, a dark purple slightly reddened mark gradually emerged!

"Imprint of the Dark Dimension!? Damn!"

Mercot Faith's face became extremely ugly.

The imprint of the dark dimension is not just as simple as drawing power from the dark dimension.

With this mark, you can use all the dark power for yourself.

And the last thing lacking in this hell is the power of darkness.

Although the speed of power ingested by Ancient One definitely did not have the advantage of him, the Lord of Hell.

In the end, it will definitely be him who has the last laugh.

But don't forget.

Meto Faith is now injured.

Qin Feng has hurt his roots.

If you toss like this with Ancient One.

I don't know how long it will last.

At that time, the injury will worsen.

Maybe something will happen.

There are quite a few outsiders.

Countless hellfire snakes were suspended in mid-air.

And did not fall.

Faith looked at the indifferent Ancient One.

Gritting his back teeth, he spoke: "Your human Sorcerer Supreme actually condensed the dark mark and drew dark energy from that guy in Dormammu, you are really shameless!"

Ancient One shook his head when he heard this, unmoved by Mercot Faith's words.

The tone was still flat: "Whether I want a face or not, it has nothing to do with you, and you can't control my body."

"Can you now tell me the purpose of your visit to Earth?" As an Asgardian of Earth, I need to know why you went to Earth. ”

Meto Faith is really going to blow up right now.

For thousands of years, except for the events of Ghost Rider.

He had never been so humiliated.

But the momentum is stronger than people, and he has to endure even if he is humiliated.

After all, he was afraid of death, very afraid of death.

Ancient One noticed the other man's gritted teeth.

There was a smile in the depths of his eyes.

To be able to make a strong person of the same level so humiliated.

Especially the always unpleasant Meto Faith.

It tastes pretty good.

"I went to earth because of a soul, and I saw a powerful soul! Are you satisfied?"

"Now you can leave!!!"

Faith almost roared and uttered the words.

"Thank you for informing, I am clear, then take my leave.

The corners of Ancient One's mouth rose slightly.

The finger was slightly raised, and the dark mark at the center of the eyebrow gradually faded.

A spark portal appeared behind him.

Turn around and leave.

"T!!"

At this time, Meto Faith stopped Ancient One.

He stood up with a gloomy face.

Ancient One turned his head slightly and asked, "Lord of Hell, is there anything else?"

The voice fell.

The dark mark on the center of Ancient One's eyebrows faintly showed signs of emerging again.

"Huh!"

Mercer Faith smirked angrily, "Sorcerer Supreme, did you forget something?" Do you want to bring those wastes back to the world?!"

Ancient One was slightly stunned when he heard this, but quickly reacted.

The Seven Demon Kings of Hell seem to be still in the mirror space.

Just thought about matching up with Mercto Faith, and forgot about the seven guys.

Ancient One flicked his finger.

Suddenly, the space shattered.

Immediately afterwards, seven defective demon kings fell out of the shattered space.

At the moment, the Seven Devils of Hell, where is the previous spirit.

One is more miserable than the other.

There was only half of the horn left on the top of Asmontis's head.

Lucifer's six wings were all broken at their roots.

The Gluttonous Demon King's stomach was opened, like the body of a mountain of meat, as if it had been squeezed dry.

See such a spectacular scene.

Meto Faith's forehead was bruised.

Looking at Ancient One viciously, he said: ~ Thank you Sorcerer Supreme for helping me teach these incomplete subordinates a lesson.

"Sorcerer Supreme must educate his apprentices."

"If they go to hell, I will definitely double this 'kindness' back!"

"Definitely, it would be better if I could return this grace to you!

Ancient One was naturally able to hear Melt Faith's counter-words.

With a look of indifference, he said, "If I really have an unsuccessful apprentice who will fall into hell, do whatever you want."

After that, Ancient One didn't look at Meto Faith again and stepped over the spark portal.

Nao (okay, okay) disappeared into hell.

“ Ancient One!!!”

Meto Faith let out a roar.

The whole hell began to tremble violently.

Countless hell demons trembled with fear.

The same goes for the Seven Demon Kings.

They didn't even dare to wail loudly, gritting their teeth one by one, absorbing the power of hell to heal their wounds secretly.

Faith's eyes were red as he looked at the silent Hell Demon Kings, and roared angrily: "What is it called!" A bunch of waste!!! Something shameful!!! Give me all the! Roll !!!"

Hear this.

The Seven Demon Kings of Hell dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

Where else dare to stay here.

Forced to endure the pain, the guest turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the air.

Meto Faith sat on his throne panting.

Clenched fists.

My heart was held to the extreme.