The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

Standing beside Araya Zonglian, Fan Feimu dangled the glass in his hand, looking at the bright red blood in the glass with a fascinated~drunk expression.

"Isn't this great? It saves a lot of trouble, Araya-san."

Illuminated by the brilliant lights on the roof, the blood exudes a rainbow-like light, which looks beautiful.

The blood was extracted from the pure girl who ate medicinal food at a certain time. In a sense, this is the ultimate 'food' that only the kings of the dead are eligible to enjoy.

"However, that god has also arrived. Although I am a little ashamed, my methods seem to be unable to affect him." Araya Zongren said in a deep voice.

The only shots he can take are the enchantment technique centered on the origin of 'stationary', and the inherent enchantment he is in now, but it is too difficult to deal with the monster at the apex of the age of gods.

Fan Feimu lightly tasted the blood, and let the blood stain his mouth~lips.

"Oh, in this case, let me deal with that god. Speaking of it, I really miss it, the smell of divine blood."

"Mr. Fan can make a move, of course it is the best." Araya Zonglian said in a deep voice, there was no joy in getting rid of the enemy in the voice, only the heavy sorrow.

"Then, I will trouble Mr. Araya, after all, it is too troublesome to walk slowly."

Van Ferme dropped the wine glass in his hand, listening to the sound of glass shattering, and let the unfinished precious blood spill on the brown tiles.

Ara Ye Zonglian nodded, made a handprint, and let out a low drink.

"—Su!"

In the next second, Fan Feimu's figure suddenly disappeared in the hall.

"The personality has changed too much. What happened to the fourteenth patriarch? ... Forget it. All I pray for is the end of the spiral."

An anguished voice echoed in the empty hall.

Passing through the door of the apartment, the first thing you see is a spacious rotunda, and in the center of the hall, a huge column like the spine of the apartment shows an unparalleled sense of presence.

The corner of the column is a wide elevator door, and in front of the elevator door, a figure stands there.

"My first meeting, the Lord of the Christian pantheon."

Polite greetings echoed softly in the hall.

You squinted slightly, looking at the figure in front of the elevator. The middle-aged man in a dark purple suit, with long brown hair and mustache bowed gracefully to You.

The two ceremonies froze for a moment, turned their faces sideways, and looked at Yu with some doubts. ‘The Lord of the Christian pantheon, the Lord? '

"You are?" You looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously.

Judging from his memory, he should have never seen the middle-aged man in front of him.

But the other party's expression as if he saw an acquaintance and the lingering hatred in his eyes told Yu that the other party regarded him as a life and death enemy.

"Oh, that's right, after all, if you meet with this usurped body, it's normal that you won't be able to recognize it." The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said with a headache.

"Then, do you remember the pathetic person who was sealed by you and the Vermilion Moon 1,800 years ago?"

The voice of abhorrence like an abyss swayed in the air.

The strong aura of hatred that came out of the voice made the expressions of the two rituals change suddenly, and they took a few steps back again and again.

Yu took a step forward, stood in front of the two rituals, and looked at each other suspiciously.

Yuu blinked and said in a strange tone. "Eighteen hundred years ago, did you join hands with Zhu Yue?"

Regardless of the fact that he is only in his early 30s this year, in the face of a deadly enemy, he has always killed the opponent physically and spiritually, so how could he deliberately seal the opponent.

Who would do this kind of stupid way of sealing the other party and worrying about the other party's revenge day and night!

"Sorry, I don't have any memory. By the way, who are you?" Yu raised his right hand, used his little finger to dig his ear, squinted his dead fish eyes, and said in a flat tone.

"Hehehehehehe~"

Strange laughter kept coming from the mouth of the middle-aged man.

He covered half of his face with his white-gloved hands, stared at the scarlet eyes of the dead disciple, and looked at Yu with incomparable hatred.

"Then I will let you remember, remember my name—

——Diablo Six Reigns! ! ! "

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Chapter 471: The Prologue Begins

boom--! ! ! ! !

The roar suddenly exploded.

Long before the loud noise came out, Yu's figure had already disappeared from the hall door, spanned tens of meters of space, and suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged man who claimed to be the Dark Six Kings.

Without any communication, a fleshy palm pressed the back of Liu Wangquan's head from top to bottom, and blasted it directly into the ground with tremendous force.

The brownish-yellow stone bricks burst immediately, and as the stone bricks shattered, yellowish-brown stone powder filled the hall immediately.

The pupils of the two rituals shrank slightly, they quickly covered Qiong's nose, retreated in small steps, and exited the dusty hall.

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There were rapid and continuous roars, as if a behemoth was splashing in the hall, and the large apartment composed of ten thousand tons of cement was trembling constantly.

After a while, the roar gradually stopped.

With the breeze, the dust and mist gradually dissipated, and the hall of the apartment immediately attracted the eyes of the two ceremonies.

The ground paved with brown tiles has long since disappeared, replaced by huge potholes tens of meters deep.

The two ceremonies clenched the Taidao tightly in their hands, and their little feet in clogs jumped over the gravel and steel bars on the ground and came to the edge of the pothole.

At the top of the pothole is the 6-meter-thick foundation of the apartment. However, the foundation that can withstand the weight of 10,000 tons has already been violently pierced, and it has even penetrated tens of meters underground, exposing the immature underground.

The burst sewer pipes were continuously draining domestic water into the ground. With sharp eyes, the two rituals saw Yu standing in the center of the hole.

Yu stared coldly at the red and white entangled meat moss on the ground, which was the color of brain pulp and meat paste.

Sensing the eyes of the two rituals, Yu shook off the red and white stains on his hands, and said with a slight tilt of his head. "Shi, back off, the next battle is beyond your control."

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Rhythmic high-fives sounded softly.

On the other side of the pothole across the bank from the two ceremonies, the Diablo Six King Quan, who was in good shape, stood on the edge of the pit, clapping his hands in white gloves.