The black-robed man frowned, and a chill hit the tip of his heart.

I can't help but worry a little about whether the other guy will use the Sword of Judgment to wipe out his soul as well.

The terrifying soul power of the Sword of Judgment instantly arrived in front of him, and it was obvious that the black-robed man had a frightened look on his face for the first time.

Compared to him, Metatron Enoch was actually more afraid.

If what the black-robed man said was true, this small sword of judgment could really shatter the soul of the Darkspawn race, then it would pose a big threat to him.

Because he knew very well that the so-called immortal and immortal souls were only in front of the great artifacts of the universe level such as the Wheel of Fortune and the Sword of Judgment.

One percent of the Sword of Judgment, it is still the Sword of Judgment after all, and the terrifying ruling power that erupts from its vein network is simply not something that it can resist at all.

And just as the Sword of Judgment was about to hit the black-robed man's body, Metatron Enoch could only abandon the idea of killing the black-robed man, and the fragile soul ran out and disappeared into space in a flash.

"Want to run?" Zhang Fan smiled evilly, he was waiting for this moment.

The original blow of the Sword of Judgment changed direction and directly hit the soul of Metatron Enoch, and suddenly a miserable cry came from the sky.

"Heh, it turns out that the archangel's soul is nothing more than that, I thought it was so powerful," Zhang Fan said with a smile.

The black-robed man completely controlled the soul power fluctuations of the demon engine in his own hands, and then slowly opened his eyes and said lightly, "But you have to be clear, it's because his body didn't come here, otherwise the holy light of the Sword of Judgment would not have been able to break through at all." ”

How terrifying the Great Universe-level divine body was, the black-robed man knew very well.

At this time, in the holy light of the Sword of Judgment, I only saw that the wisp of soul was not completely shattered, but floated weakly in the air.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan had to be surprised.

At the moment, he took the soul of Metatron Enoch into his pocket, and Zhang Fan could feel his incomparable anger in the palm of his hand.

"Experiment, you're dead, I swear," Metatron Enoch said coldly.

Zhang Fan looked at the black-robed man with a wry smile, the black-robed man walked over with his hands behind his back, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"You're already like this, and you dare to be so rampant, believe it or not, and the sword of judgment will come again?"

"You ......," said Metatron, who suddenly fell silent, "do you think this is safe? ”

The black-robed man said lightly, "I know him, you mean Michael, right?"

"Who is Michael?" Zhang Fan wondered.

The black-robed man said, "Michael is the left and right wing hair protector who accompanies the main god angel Lucifer, and is also the true master of Metatron. ”

Metatron is not a name, but a position, a symbol of power and glory.

Speaking of which, Enoch's genes are not the purest of angels, and he is the suitable heir that Michael has captured in the Three Thousand Worlds.

It is rumored that Michael possesses supreme power that is infinitely close to the Lord God Angel Lucifer.

So Michael was even more powerful than Enoch.

It's just that the black-robed man didn't mean to worry, because he knew the guy named Michael too well.

At this time, far away in the ice field deep in the northern region, a golden lightning pierced the night sky, but it did not cause any restlessness.

A black storm mixed with wind and snow swept over the dead ice field.

I only saw a cute figure like a child, which looked crumbling in the black storm.

He looked thin on his cheeks, soft golden curls, blue eyes like warm gems, red lips like a girl's cherry mouth, and not very healthy pale skin, giving people a strong desire to protect.

When he came to this ice field, the child stretched out his long, white and slender hand from the sleeve of his coat outlined in wide gold wire, which was small and weak, giving the impression that it would accidentally break if he exerted a little force.

But it was such a small hand, and when the palm was aimed at the glacier in front of him, the glacier was suddenly pushed away, and then shattered in the wind.

In the end, all I heard was an ancient and resentful whisper from under the black sea of ice, like an ancient beast calling for its master.

I only saw that the blood-red flower bones in the sky suddenly broke through the ice, and the golden soul power permeated around it, forming a supreme barrier.

Under the bright moonlight, the blood-red flower bones continued to grow, and finally the entire ice field was covered with flower paths.

The child smiled slightly, and his temperament revealed the experience and vicissitudes that did not belong to his age.

"Looks like it was the right thing to do to keep you here, I didn't expect you to grow so big. ”

Presumably, the 10,000-year-old ice sea under this ice field has its part.

But when he said this, the child looked around, but he didn't find another figure.

The child said, "What about the little one, why didn't I see it?"

As soon as the words fell, suddenly the originally quiet blood-red flower bone suddenly erupted with a terrifying killing machine, and the vines under the ice field instantly penetrated the child's chest, and the following fierce soul power turned into a blade and cut towards the child's head.