Chapter 637: Reshaping the Voice

However, at this time, Zhan Feihong has already traveled a far, far distance.

When the Immortal Emperor manipulated Michael's angel skin to capture the last trace of Taoism, he could see the scenery of hell wherever he was.

"I said why I can't catch this little bastard these days, it turns out that I walked with that old monster ......!"

Gazing at the hellish scene, Michael's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he sighed angrily.

Although he has the heart to rush into the hell and continue to chase and kill, but after all, this game of chess has the rules of this game, and without the advancement of the line, the general cannot easily overstep his duties, otherwise he will be punished by "the old man above".

Even if the Immortal Emperor was a supreme existence in the Immortal Realm, he still didn't have the courage to try to challenge the rules set by the old man, so in the end, he still held back the indignation in his heart and shuttled back.

"Whew-"

Hiding in the shadows, he carefully observed Michael, and it was not until he completely disappeared that Zhan Feihong came out.

"Hmph, you're scared too?"

With a flash of disdain in his eyes, he shook his head and continued to run towards the depths of hell for some distance before returning to the realm of Tai Chi.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of new angel armies that he had transformed, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

You must know that these angels are an elite collection under Metatron, and they are more heroic and good at fighting than the angels who guarded the border before, and now they are worshipping Feihong as a god, renewing the persistence of faith, and they are naturally an absolutely powerful fighting force.

With this combat power, maybe Zhan Feihong can't directly clash with Lucifer who was controlled by the Demon Emperor now, but if he continues to accumulate like this, sooner or later he will have to turn against the guest and completely **** the other party!

Because he understands that an old demon like the Demon Emperor who has been practicing for an unknown number of years, lying is as simple as breathing, and no matter how powerful an existence is, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Therefore, Zhan Feihong will never sit still, as long as there is the possibility of accumulation, he must control more hole cards at all costs.

"Next, let's see if we can fix this Metatron's wings......"

After roughly counting the numbers, he turned his gaze to Metatron, who had been forcibly suppressed by a dozen archangels.

Having lost the Angel Wings, Metatron has begun to transform into a demon.

The more powerful the angel, the shorter the transformation process became, and with the collapse of the Dao Technique, the large number of divine origins could not stop the signs of running wild, and finally completely distorted.

Therefore, as one of the seven archangels, Metatron will degenerate into a demon in a few hours.

And with his strength, after falling, he is at least the pinnacle of Solomon's seventy-two pillar demon gods, and even reaches the level of the Seven Sovereigns of Hell in one fell swoop.

Looking at the edge of the wound that had begun to gradually turn black, Zhan Feihong asked thoughtfully, "I believe you have also heard of me, would you like to worship me as a god?"

At this time, Metatron's eyes were already full of messiness caused by the collapse of the Dao technique, and when he heard Zhan Feihong's question, he used almost all his strength before he reluctantly replied: "Beast of the other world, I will never compromise with you!"

"If you don't compromise, just wait to become a demon. ”

Reaching out and touching the smooth wings, Zhan Feihong shook his head regretfully.

Although Metatron disdained Zhan Feihong's regret, he still couldn't reduce the sorrow in his heart.

The more he exists as a high-ranking angel, the more he can't accept the fact that he is about to degenerate into a demon. After all, he and the demon have been inseparable for so many years, and now they are about to become a filthy creature like them, and there is no longer half of the dignity of an angel, as long as he thinks about it, he feels extremely humiliated.

"Kill me...... Kill me——!!"

His expression was full of torment, and the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became, and he almost cried out in a nervous breakdown.

"I'm not going to kill you. ”

Slowly retracting his arm, Zhan Feihong squinted his eyes and said, "Give you a choice for a while, surrender to me and retain your dignity as an angel, or degenerate into a demon and deliver you to Lucifer's hands." ”

With that, he ignored the other party and walked directly to the place where the complete version of the Bible was placed.

"This is the fourth Father's Treasure. ”

Looking at the entire version of this super-bible, Zhan Feihong didn't say much, even if he absorbed the large celestial veins hidden in his body.

After a period of transformation, he exhaled slowly, and then aimed at Huang Wanqin and Liu Miao'er, who were silently paying attention to him.

With the absorption of this large celestial vein, although it was not enough to help him reach the peak level of the four-rank true immortal in one fell swoop, it made him comprehend a lot of things.

"Wanqin, come. ”

Embracing Huang Wanqin, who was a little bird beside him, he took Raphael's disc Father-like treasure over to him.

I saw an incomparably complicated Dao structure twisting between the palms of his hands, and Zhan Feihong finally turned the disc into a white light.

Putting this light in his mouth, he held the other party's tender face without saying a word, and through the mutual assistance and entanglement of vitality and white light, it was guided into Huang Wanqin's throat little by little!

When the harmony between the two was completely stable, Zhan Feihong's ten fingers slipped down on Huang Wanqin's slender neck, and began to create extremely precise Dao techniques.

"Itchy ......"

As he weaved, Huang Wanqin only felt that her throat was becoming more and more hot and itchy, and she couldn't help but gasp.

"Wanqin, can you speak?"

Hearing this voice, Huang Wanqin and Liu Miaoer were both startled, and then looked at each other in disbelief.

"I ...... My voice, restored?"

Blinking her eyes in surprise, it took Huang Wanqin a while to wake up from her daze, and then her eyes couldn't help but roll down crystal tears.

In fact, her voice is not just as simple as restoration, because Zhan Feihong uses Raphael's Father's Treasure to compile the vocal line, so now Huang Wanqin casually says a sentence, and it has the super effect of a chant.

And her pair of turquoise wings also turned into a voice because of this treasure, and grew wider and more crystalline again, and even the second pair of young wings began to show shadows.

The only pity is that her current flesh and blood body has not reached the angel level, so she has only increased her strength, but she can't extend her shattered lifespan.

"Fei Hong, Fei Hong, Fei Hong, Fei Hong, Fei Hong, Fei Hong, Fei Hong——!!"

Until her voice was completely repaired by Zhan Feihong, Huang Wanqin couldn't help but call her husband's name and vent her thoughts that had been difficult to convey for so many days.

Later, without waiting for Zhan Feihong to make any answer, she hugged each other tightly and kissed wildly.

Seeing Huang Wanqin and Zhan Feihong so unrestrained, the little cat girl's face was a little red, her eyes blinked, and she pulled the corner of Zhan Feihong's clothes with her trembling little hands.

"Plus, add me a ......!"