End of the Sky

The meeting of the demon king has been going on for a long time, long enough that Russell has enough time to remember the face of each **** lord.

Although the morphology of the **** lords has changed, no one has recognized it from Domum to Russell, remembering that the appearance is not significant, but this meeting is so boring that he can only use it to pass the time.

I do n’t know what the **** lords really are. Each person expresses his own opinion, saying that other people are not worthy of trust, and only he is the best candidate for ‘Satan’.

As long as everyone is willing to support his superior, he can build an equal **** family that is equal to everyone. In the future, the benefits will be divided and the throne will take turns.

Before the wheat is planted, I start painting cakes!

This kind of nonsense, let alone the insidious and insidious helllord, the cute new Russell who just entered the group will not believe it.

Almost everyone knows this, but I'm still talking about it endlessly. This is not the old lady's foot wrap. This is forcibly feeding shit.

Russell heard a doze straight, several times wanted to propose a fight, and the last one standing was Satan.

After all, hell, eloquence is good, and fools are just one thing. The fist is more convincing.

But he didn't make this proposal after all, and there were several unspoken muscle lords on the table who were already asleep. This kind of old man was reluctant to be a protagonist, and how could he find himself uneasy.

I am really bored. Russell can only continue to look at people, so he should broaden his horizons and study exotic species.

After two cycles, Russell has basically confirmed his eyes with everyone, except for the three of Totorak. In summary, the **** family has a good look and a good look.

Male **** lords, no matter how tall or thin, are all eyes: brother, you look great, have the opportunity to come and sit in my house.

The female **** lord, with or without cloth on her body, has a look: handsome, you look great, have the opportunity to come and sit in my house.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the key is the attitude, so that Russell can directly feel the **** lords' hospitality. Considering that everyone is busy, he will not come to bother.

Huh!

A **** lord lying upside down to shoot at the table, trying to make himself very sleepy, has never been successful, and angrily stood up: "I can't stand it, I want to go back to my territory, you go on!

Just as Russell's brain was wide open, the battle of Satan was a test of patience. When he was the first to endure being defeated, there were more than a dozen **** lords choosing their positions. After a while, more than half of the seats were vacant. People also waved away.

"..."

Russell looked at him, looked at Mephisto next to him in confusion, and asked what the operation was.

"Everyone wants to be the supreme Satan, above all the lords of hell, and regaining the power to become the strongest, but if there is such a person, others will immediately join hands to tear it up, so ..."

Mephisto laughed maliciously: "Everyone is waiting for the opportunity, a reasonable opportunity to ascend to the throne, obviously, today is not."

Russell nodded silently, the powers of the **** lords overlapped severely, and the source of strength was human fear. Once Satan took office, he would reap all his fears and attribute them to himself. Hell lords would either die, or kneel and eat some leftovers. dish.

The arrogant **** lords, all of whom are the best in the world, refuse to bow to the trash that looks down on them, so the best result is that he will become Satan himself or no Satan.

I ca n’t get it, and no one else can think about it!

"Actually, today's meeting is quite long. Before, everyone sat for a while and then dispersed."

Mephisto stared at Russell and laughed, "Darkside, do you know why?"

Russell frowned: "Everyone thinks I will be an opportunity, because I don't understand the rules, I am new."

"Yes, but you let everyone down."

"It's okay, you can be satisfied, brother."

"Hahaha, yes, that's it."

The two of them were laughing, and Russell turned around and found that his third brother, Sartanish, was gone. He couldn't help but pout his lips and said hello without saying a word.

"Satannis should be in a hurry, don't take it to heart." Mephisto gave a consolation and smiled and got up to leave the seat. "It just happened that I was in a hurry too. Come to my **** another day. I have a few like-minded friends, Everyone sit down and talk slowly. "

Mephisto said go and leave, Russell has not left the party, including more than ten enchanting female **** lords, including Hella, came forward enthusiastically and wanted to invite him to sit at home.

I didn't mean anything else, I just felt that Russell was very similar to his ex-boyfriend and wanted to relive his old dreams.

Although the female **** lords had a sincere neckline, one more charming than the other, Russell declined it politely, not because he acknowledged it, but because social etiquette required him to refuse.

If he accepts one of the invitations, what do the others who refused think, do they not want to face?

I said again that the **** lords had a lot of vests, and the ghosts knew if they had mixed with the male demon king, but they refused to be safer.

The channel of the dark dimension opens, Russell flashes and disappears without a trace, standing on the galaxy planet of the dark dimension.

The **** moon was empty, the silence was silent on the desert, and a gust of wind rolled over, sweeping the sand and covering the sun.

Russell raised his hand and fixed everything in the world still. With his thoughts turning, the sea and the multitude of fields suddenly turned into waves.

"Enchanting power, no wonder everyone wants to be Satan ..."

Russell looked at the ocean beneath his feet, and the telepathy was silent. A blink of an eye, the ocean turned into an ice field, and then turned into a magma red sea.

After a moment, he opened his eyes with a strange look, and the world lacked necessary things.

Life!

Unfortunately, Russell does not have the ability to shape the soul. He can use material reorganization. Only the soul cannot. As for splitting his soul ...

Absolutely impossible!

The gate of **** opened again, and Russell stepped into it, preparing to collect a few souls and experience the greatness of the Creator.

Uh ...

门 The gate of **** can only open hell. There was a previous Hell Demon Conference, and Russell roughly explored some experiences. For example, the **** dimension opened by the gate of **** is not limited to the current universe. Other universes in the Marvel world can also enter.

Because the **** dimension across the door may be the thing of the Lord, and the food is delivered when you go in, you must confirm it carefully when you open the door, otherwise you will regret it late.

Luck is very good. The first one is the dimension of **** without a subject. Russell was surprised. After all, his luck has always been average.

Moderately low, or a little bit more, the character of Leng Buding came out unexpectedly, and it was a bit off guard.

This is a very special dimensional world. There are a total of eight continents from the bottom to the top. The area is reduced in layers like a pyramid. The edges of the continent are fragmented and spread out stones, like suspended asteroid belts.

The line of sight crossed the eight-story continent, the void occupied by all sides was very narrow, and Russell nodded secretly, which may be why it has not been discovered and occupied so far.

Although the sparrows are all small, Russell's body is suspended in the void, and he flies directly to the eighth floor from the first floor at the bottom, confirming that the world in front of him is worthy of the name of hell.

From the bottomless and scarlet sea of ​​blood to the seventh layer of quiet and dark world, interspersed with Yellow Sand Desert, Abyss Canyon, Poisonous Swamp, Hurricane Knife Mountain, and Magma Basin, all of Hell's standard attractions , Which is soaked with countless indifferent souls.

灵魂 These souls are full of resentment, and I do not know how many years of suffering they have encountered, so much that they found the breath of the living person on Russell, all roaring and venting the curse of resentment.

Strong resentment made Russell dare not to underestimate. Three pairs of black wings spread behind his back, soaring straight up to the top continent.

The sky is dim, and the dark clouds are lumped into blocks, and the beams of straight rays are sometimes scattered like the end of dusk.

Is not the sun, but the result of the dimensional world imitating the living person's world, regarded by Russell as a sad light!

This is a kind of deception, giving all the souls a glimmer of hope, telling them that as long as they have served their sentence, they can go to heaven to escape.

But in fact, this **** dimension has neither entrance nor exit.

The completely closed dimensional world has cut off all the possibility of contact with the outside world. The soul living here can only go back and forth in the eight layers of hell.

"No wonder one by one is numb, so angry after seeing me ..."

Russell frowned, the question came, since it is a completely closed dimensional world, how did these souls come in?

Those who sent them in, why not take this dimension as their own and use it as a basis to invade other dimensions?

"Things have suddenly become interesting, but I am not a detective ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ has no interest in decryption."

Russell raised his hand and slammed his fingers, behind which opened the space channel of the dark dimension. The two dimensions established a connection. A dark chain escaped from the dark dimension and locked the narrow dimension of the eighth layer of continental hell.

Dimensional invasion, start!

The invasion went very smoothly. Once again it was confirmed that it was an ownerless dimension, or the owner had already hung up. Russell was completely relieved and began to look at the eighth floor in front of him.

Under the dark clouds, the narrow and steep mountains rose up like sharp swords, and suddenly the winds rolled up, echoing between the peaks and peaks, and the sound of endless assault horns was sounded, which was quite lonely and sorrowful. Feeling.

Xiao Xiao is fascinated, majestic and solemn!

It is impossible to compose poems. Russell soared between the wings of Lijian Mountain. Suddenly, a beam of light shuttled through the clouds, reflecting a large cold light and shadow below.

Metal shine!

Russell raised a brow and fluttered his wings toward the flashing place.

A plain located in front of the Lijian Gorge, the metal reflecting the light is a row of swords inserted upside down in the stone gap, and there are thousands in sight.

Russell frowned slightly, fluttered his wings over the white bones under his feet, and pulled up the sword closest to him. The coldness of the sword body condensed and the body of the sword holder decayed, but the sword was as bright as new, showing its preciousness.

"Lady's short sword, with magic attached ..."

Russell glanced over the sword rune, his eyes skyrocketed, and it was Asgard's words.