"What's going on?" Zhang Fan frowned, his eyes glancing at the night behind him.

Liang Cangyue was standing on top of the church of the Celestial Clan at this moment, her thin robe fluttering in the wind, revealing her snow-white thighs, full of incomparable temptation.

Zhang Fan's perception had reached a very exaggerated level, not to mention that the huge sword of judgment suspended in the sky had indeed transmitted the message to himself. ”

Zhang Fan's body was levitated, and the golden feathers swept away in an instant.

"What the hell is Lao Hei doing," Zhang Fan seemed to see a bad picture, and his face became solemn.

"Sword of Judgment, where are the specific coordinates?" Zhang Fan looked up.

The Sword of Judgment had an independent consciousness, and when it received Zhang Fan's order, the huge sword body let out a faint low sound, but Zhang Fan understood.

"Take me over," Zhang Fan said.

The Sword of Judgment suddenly shot out a golden light, the void was forcibly torn apart, and the Sword of Judgment took the lead in moving into the void, Zhang Fan turned back to the nightmare who was about to follow, and said, "Little Nightmare, you are here to protect Liang Cangyue, I will come when I go." ”

After that, Zhang Fan also flew the void crack.

Seeing this, the little nightmare stomped his foot angrily, and then glanced at Liang Cangyue with resentment.

At this time, Liang Cangyue was very embarrassed, and her snow-white thighs were afraid that she would get rheumatism.

The dark crimson soul power that raged in the sky represented "Destruction!"

I only saw the black-robed man with huge wings sitting cross-legged in the air at this time, his face was very painful.

Just now, Metatron Enoch invaded his demon engine, trying to make the demon engine run wild, causing the black-robed man to explode and die.

And the two sides are pitting against each other at the moment.

But the black-robed man laughed.

Metatron Enoch's voice rang out from the black-robed man's body.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you for being so stupid, Metatron," the black-robed man slowly opened his eyes, "aren't you afraid that your soul will die in this world, and you dare to fight with me for a body." ”

"Do you think I'm going to die?"

"Not necessarily," the black-robed man looked up at the sky, a smile on his lips.

"Click!"

There was a tearing sound in the void, and only the divine golden light was seen shooting out from the dark void, illuminating the earth.

The Sword of Judgment was pushed out, followed by Zhang Fan with a solemn face.

"Lao Hei, what are you doing, are you cultivating immortals?" Zhang Fan teased.

"I'm in some trouble," the black-robed man broke out in a cold sweat, trying his best to control the leakage of his soul power.

If his demon engine really went berserk, the impact would be too much for the world to bear.

The explosion of the demon engine was enough to form an artificial wormhole level, which meant that the entire world was very likely to be sucked into it in an instant.

"Are you the experiment?" said Metatron Enoch's voice from the black-robed man's body.

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "It looks like you've been in a lot of trouble, why did you get a strange guy into your demon engine." ”

Zhang Fan ignored Metatron Enoch's contempt and said to himself.

"He's Metatron, one of the archangels!" explained the black-robed man, "do you have a way to get him out?"

"You can give it a try, but don't blame me for your death," Zhang Fan said with a smile.

The black-robed man raised his eyebrows, "Although we come from different planes, if you accidentally kill me, don't you feel like you're killing yourself?"

"Yes, although you look a little similar to me, your death will not affect me," Zhang Fan said this, but his body moved, flying away from the Sword of Judgment.

Metatron Enoch was secretly surprised to see this.

"That thing is the Sword of Judgment?"

The black-robed man said, "Why, aren't you immortal and immortal, aren't you afraid?"

Metatron Enoch snorted, "Why am I afraid of the sword of small judgment?"

The true Sword of Judgment is a terrifying artifact that opens up the universe, and this small Sword of Judgment probably doesn't even have one percent of the power of the True Sword of Judgment.

"That's right," the black-robed man smiled, "This Sword of Judgment is indeed only the epitome of the true Sword of Judgment, it does not have the power to open the universe, but ......"

"But what?" said Metatron Enoch warily.

A smile cracked into the corner of the black-robed man's mouth, "But it has been destroyed, the dark seed of the demons, the soul of Aatrox." ”

"What are you talking about? You're lying to me!"

"You can give it a try," the black-robed man smiled, "Unfortunately, you're going to die soon!"

As soon as the words fell, suddenly the Sword of Judgment suddenly burst out with brilliant golden soul power.

Suddenly, Metatron Enoch's soul trembled.

Under the golden light, he felt a terrifying sense of oppression, a feeling of oppression that he could not control at all, it was a terrifying instinct from the depths of his soul.

"What, do you still want to gamble?" the black-robed man raised his eyebrows.

The demonic engine in his body suddenly stopped, and Metatron Enoch faltered.

He came to this civilized and backward world, taking only his soul and an "angelic body" that he made casually.

Because he felt that he didn't need to bring his own body when he came here to explore the fluctuations of "soul power".

His strength was not half exerted, which also led to his defeat to the black-robed man.

"Judgment!" Zhang Fan snapped his fingers, and as soon as his words fell, the Sword of Judgment let out a scream.

Suddenly, a golden shockwave shot towards the black-robed man.