The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

"Your Majesty is right, step back, little girl, this battle is no longer at the level that humans can intervene." Six kings persuaded the two ceremonies with a chuckle.

That smiling face was like an intelligent English gentleman, without the previous hatred and resentment at all, as if everything before was an illusion.

In fact, Yu understands that it is indeed an illusion, if the other party is really the Diablo Six Kings.

It has been sung in the world for thousands of years, and the second ancestor of the Diablo Six King Quan, who is known as the commander of all the dead when he wakes up, is that kind of brain-dead thing, so he would have died a long time ago.

Hearing the advice of the two, the two frowned slightly, took a deep look at Yuu, then turned and left decisively.

She is not stupid, just the tens of meters deep pit in front of her can explain everything. At least this level of battle cannot be intervened by an assassin who can kill with one blow.

The Six Kings didn't pay attention to the two ceremonies of leaving, even if the other party was the so-called person who connected to the root in Araya Zonglian's mouth.

After all, in his eyes, the two ceremonies were too weak, so weak that he couldn't even arouse any interest in them.

Of course, the premise of all this is that he didn't see Liang Ri's pair of death-death magic eyes. With those eyes, Liang Ri can be said to have the possibility of killing anyone with one blow.

A torrent of dark purple magic power surged on the body of the Six Kings, and he looked at Yudou in surprise.

"I didn't expect you to use hand-to-hand combat at all. If it weren't for the lofty divinity that confirmed my identity, I'm afraid I would think you are a counterfeit?"

The turbulent flow of magic power was like a signal, and the concept of space gradually began to blur. The hall, which was originally 3 meters high, stretched upwards invisible, and the space continued to expand.

Obviously, Araya Soren, who sensed the destructive power of both sides, decisively expanded the battlefield.

Yuu sneered at Six Kings. "Counterfeit? You were the one who met people with a counterfeit before, right? Besides, you are just wearing the skin of a dead man now."

Liu Wangquan pondered for a moment. Although the counterfeit goods thrown out earlier for testing were implanted into his memory, they were false after all. There was nothing to refute, and his current body was indeed borrowed.

Thinking about it, the Six Kings spread their hands, and said helplessly.

"The fact is true. Now that the Aluzberry ceremony has not been completed, I can only say that it is one of the fragments of the Diablo Six Kingship. Even this body is temporarily borrowed from the body of Mr. Van Ferm."

At the end, Six Kings Quan laughed. "Of course Mr. Van Ferme hates me so much now."

Hearing this, You narrowed his eyes slightly. "Van Fem, the fourteenth ancestor of the Dead Apostles, Fan Feim?"

You know some information about Van Fem, one of the oldest three Dead Apostles who have been in the world for 4,000 years, manipulating seven giant golems like castles, the puppet envoy among the Dead Apostles, the magic city of Van Fem.

In addition, the Diablo Six kingship that has seized his body now can be regarded as a formidable enemy for his god clone.

"Since you know the name of Mr. Van Ferme, it will be easy."

Six Kings spread out his hands, as if embracing the sky, and with his movements, the turbulent dark purple magic power from his body surged out like a tsunami.

In the surrounding atmosphere, there seemed to be something resonating with him, and there were a lot of golden ripples in the air behind him.

"Please don't mind my borrowing flowers to offer Buddha."

chuckled.

The voice of the Diablo Six Kings suddenly rose.

"Come on, show your charm to the great master of the Christian pantheon!!!"

The roar like the siren of an aircraft carrier exploded suddenly.

Wearing wooden clogs and stepping on bricks lightly with little feet wearing straps, the two ceremonies are like strolling, walking on the main road from the apartment to the outside world.

The ground paved with red bricks collided with clogs, and there was a rhythmic impact sound.

Suddenly, the two ceremonies stopped and stared coldly at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of them.

The tall and oppressive body exudes a sense of heaviness like a mountain. The former monk wearing a black monk's robe came to the front of the two ceremonies.

"I can finally see the end of this contradictory spiral!"

Chapter 472 'Proud'

"I can finally see the end of this contradictory spiral!"

Araya Soren said in a deep voice, there was no joy on his face, nor the sorrow of the past, as if it was a matter of course.

"——!"

Hearing Araya Soren's declaration that was indistinguishable from victory, the expressions of the two ceremonies suddenly turned cold, as cold as the twelfth lunar month of winter.

With a slight lift of his right hand, he raised the sword he was holding to his chest, and with a sudden grab with his left hand, he took off the sheath of the sword in his hand.

Closing and opening the pupils, the Dead Demon Eyes stared fiercely at the pitch-black figure.

Suddenly, Liang Ri's pupils shrank slightly, and his cold expression suddenly became serious.

In his field of vision, there are dense dead lines and dead spots all around, but only the figure in front has only seven or eight faint black lines.

This kind of phenomenon has been seen in You before in the two rituals, and it is a manifestation of the concept of immortality to a certain extent.

Did the monk in front of him actually reach such a high level of immortality with his human body?

The white and slender hands clenched the hilt of the knife tightly, and the two rituals who were officially facing each other face to face were clearly aware of each other's difficulty.

"The eyes? The magic eye? The long-lost breath of death? Can it make me feel this kind of danger, could it be the magic eye of death?"

Looking at the gorgeous eyes that seemed to be the embodiment of death, Araya Zongren's face darkened, and said with a distressed expression.

Having lived for more than 200 years, he has an understanding of most of the secrets in the world, coupled with his own feelings about those eyes, Araya Zonglian immediately judged the hole cards revealed by the two ceremonies.

"Tsk!" The two ceremonies curled their lips, the secret of the magic eye has been seen through, and when the opponent is on guard, they can only force the opponent to fight with themselves.

The two ceremonies clenched the sword in their hands, and their figures instantly turned into a bolt of lightning, and with the sound of a sharp wind, they struck towards Ara Ye Zonglian.

On the other side, the hall on the first floor was expanded invisibly.

With the high call of the Diablo Six kingship.

The ground suddenly began to tremble, and the atmosphere was filled with heavy and abnormal pressure.

"Boom—! Boom—!—Boom—! Boom—"

The huge stone pillar trampled on the ground, blasting the tiles on the ground and splashing a pair of gravel. Looking closely, the huge stone pillar was clearly the limbs of a giant monster.

With a height of more than fifty meters, the giant snapping turtle, which is made of wood and stone, slowly climbed out of the ripples above the atmosphere with an ancient and wild atmosphere.

This is an ancient war weapon called Graeme in the West, which is also a stone statue. Just like modern people's fantasy of Gundam, in ancient times, Graeme was also considered to be the embodiment of the God of War.

"Zhi-!!!!!!"

The sharp and piercing birdsong suddenly exploded.