"Anyway, the Seraphim is called the first fallen angel, is she a demon or an angel?"

Zhang Fan crossed Erlang's legs and watched the black-robed man sitting cross-legged on the ground, his body covered his body with dark red demonic heavy armor.

He looked a little pained, and a cold sweat ran down his forehead.

Hearing Zhang Fan's curiosity, the black-robed man slowly spread his wings and was silent for a moment.

In fact, whether Seraphim is a demon or an angel is not up to them, but on the Seraph itself.

If you live for a long time and see more people, you will understand where the difference between justice and evil comes from in this world.

Everyone is living for their own purposes.

But the black-robed man still planned to give Zhang Fan a reassurance, and said with a smile, "The Sword of Judgment is a great universe-level artifact, since it has chosen the Seraph, what do you think?"

"Don't call me off, the pyramid scheme doesn't work, I'll tell you about Lao Hei," Zhang Fan got up with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "How to explain that the sword of judgment suddenly fell into my hand, it can't be said that she Seraphic Angel doesn't want to throw it to me." ”

The black-robed man breathed heavily and said lightly, "Didn't I tell you that the Sword of Judgment is just a symbol of strength, not a physical object?"

Zhang Fan was slightly stunned, and suddenly came to his senses and said, "What does this mean." ”

The black-robed man got up and sat down beside Zhang Fan, patiently explaining, "The Sword of Judgment is like a fire that will never be extinguished, it can be lent to one person or ten people, the key is that you have to fit it." ”

Zhang Fan suddenly realized and said, "No wonder I can only use a small part of the power of the Sword of Judgment. ”

"Of course, I'm afraid that only the Seraphs in this universe can fully exert the power of the Sword of Judgment. ”

"Do you think it's possible for me to control the Sword of Judgment and give its power to others, like you?"

The black-robed man smiled, just now he thought Zhang Fan was a clever ghost, but now he took it back.

"Idiot," said the black-robed man, "even the Seraphs can't control it, can you?"

I knew that the Sword of Judgment had its own independent consciousness, and its existence was probably above that of an ancient creature like Lucifer.

How can its laws be swayed by others?

If it is controlled by someone and gives a group of people the power to judge, it is a very terrible existence.

This unrealistic problem was quickly pushed down.

Zhang Fan sacrificed the Sword of Judgment, and when he was bored, he would look up at the sky and let the golden soul power stain the sky into gold.

The Sword of Judgment exudes a powerful aura, which undoubtedly has a terrifying deterrent power for the soul.

Enoch, who had a weak breath, gritted his teeth and swore that if he returned to the Great Universe Divine Body, he would definitely torture Zhang Fan well.

"Where are we going now?" said the black-robed man.

"I don't know, just stay away from the crowd anyway, maybe one day trouble will come to the door," Zhang Fan said.

"You can see that the other party is Michael, the archangel of the angel clan. ”

"Isn't it you, you have to protect me before I completely master the Sword of Judgment," Zhang Fan said with a smile.

"Hehe, I don't want to upset you, but I still want to tell you that I can't beat Michael. ”

Zhang Fan's breath was muddy, "What do you mean, aren't you very hanging?"

The black-robed man held his head and thought about it, "That was the past, but now I have an old disease in my body, and my combat power has greatly shrunk, and the maximum is only 500,000 peak combat power in a small universe." ”

Enoch was inexplicably excited when he heard this, as if he had heard very useful information.

The black-robed man squinted his eyes and said meaningfully, "Well, it's still easy to decompose a soul. ”

Enoch broke out in a cold sweat.

"Old disease?" Zhang Fan said solemnly, "What's going on?"

"What should I say, I think I was left behind after being seriously injured by the Wheel of Fate, this injury can't be healed, plus I forcibly came to your plane, wasting almost most of my strength. ”

"I find that you are even more good at bragging," Enoch finally couldn't help but complain, "The wheel of fortune is a great cosmic artifact, let alone injured, I'm afraid that even if you touch it, any matter and power will be wiped out, you just this ignorant experiment is okay, lie to me, you are a little tender." ”

The black-robed man smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

The Wheel of Fortune is indeed so powerful that it is enough to match the Sword of Judgment.

In his own plane, Lucifer's wheel of fortune almost crushed him.

But fortunately, his strength has reached a very terrifying existence, and even if he was single-handed, he was not inferior to the two left and right wings of Michael and Enoch.

It's just that he is not as lucky as Zhang Fan after all, and he has the sword of judgment that is shoulder to shoulder with the wheel of fate.

That battle had left him wandering in the universe for more than four hundred years, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that he had slept for so long.

Suddenly, at this moment, a scorching flame suddenly crossed the sky.

The two got up almost at the same time.

The next moment, the scorching flames suddenly crashed into the mountains in the distance.

"Boom!"

The mountains collapsed suddenly, and the earth shook violently.

I saw a firelight levitating in the dust, and the diameter swept towards Zhang Fan.