There was a silent clearing on the battle line, it was about a circle with a radius of more than a hundred meters, and only two people were still standing in the dust flying in the sky and the weapons and armor that kept falling to the ground.

One of them was an old man, he held up a finger, and the blue flame was never extinguished. From under the thick eyebrows, a pair of wise eyes looked at Feige. Six white wings, in the form of a blazing god, standing in the midst of the devil's army?This is the greatest humiliation to Hell, but Hell shows no disgust.

"In hell but not evil, like an angel but not good, in the heart only adhere to unbreakable order?" the old man's eyes twinkled, as if he had seen the strangest and most interesting things in the world. He focused, his gaze piercing through Feige's skin, and saw directly the burning soul fire. "Divine magic? is still a priest, but he is the kind of priest without a god...... It's incredible, is it just another trap that Adimotiers has set for me?"

His thoughts were spinning, but to the outside world he was just blinking his eyes.

"It's weird, it's a great accident, but it can also be a kind of necessity. The old man spoke obscure words and stepped forward. Suddenly, he reached out to cover his stomach and bent over in pain, his whole body becoming weaker and weaker in violent trembling. He coughed up a mouthful of purple blood that ablated into a small pit on the ground, from which the breath of hell emanated.

"Asmodeirs ......," the old man cursed. He supported himself with his cane and looked up at Feige. "I've fallen into your trap, and I'm not ashamed to hit any more. Besides, this trap may allow me to escape......"

Fei Qi felt great danger under the old man's gaze, but he still couldn't move, and could only watch the old man shake his fingers, and the mana fluctuations formed by the spatial spell also appeared.

The old man tried to teleport away, but a hellish energy interfered with the teleportation again, and it was the same energy that had brought the old man with him. Feige now suspects that this force is causing a major error in his teleportation. Just then, he discovered that the old man had used some kind of binding spell to connect the two of them, and that the teleportation spell impregnated with the breath of hell had entangled him!

"Go, go, go, you can go by yourself, nothing to do with me!" Fitch shouted, but to no avail. In a dazzling flash of light, he was pulled by the old man into the vortex of teleportation space.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself on a barren and empty plain. The gloomy leaden clouds resembled the mountains overhead, and the sky was a faint blood-red with an unsettling glow in the gaps in the clouds.

The ground is so flat that there is not a single mountain peak in sight, but there are deep canyons everywhere. Feige landed on the edge of a canyon, and the wind blew from the depths of the canyon, with a strong hellish aura, with a faint wail and scream. Looking down, even the enhanced vision of the Eagle Eye Meditation Technique could not see the bottom of the canyon at all. And this deep canyon, which stretches for thousands of kilometers, is like a crack in the porcelain, everywhere in the plain.

Fige found that he could move, and he quickly stood up and dodged the cliffs formed by the canyon. The ground was solid rock, and the hot gravel had sharp edges that stung Feige's feet. This is the tough skin of a demon, and it was actually wounded by a stone, and there is only one place in the whole hell that can be so cruel.

"We are in the ninth layer of Hell, Nessers. It seems that the King of Hell is going after me. The old man, who was a few paces away from Feich, spoke as he pointed his finger at the tip of his cane, which burned with blue flames, wrapping the flame around it like sticky glue. Listen, his footsteps are getting closer. ”

"I didn't hear any footsteps, I just heard an old man saying something inexplicable!" Feige found himself in control of his body, and prepared to cast a spell and leave.

"There's a spell trap for Astimores, and any teleportation will only come back here. This refers to the ninth level of hell, and it is not clear where it will be. The old man looked at Feiqi: "Until the King of Hell gets what he wants, you can't get out of this trap." ”

"It seems to me that he is going to arrest you, and I am just an ordinary lust demon. Feige flicked his wings and turned into the devilish form of twin black wings. At the same time, he also raised a finger, and the magic spell formed a ball of light that shot straight into the sky, exploding into a huge hellish rune at a height of about two hundred meters, which read: Lord Demon King, the old man is here.

In hell, never go against Asmodeirs, it's an iron rule. This old man is hiding from the King of Hell, so his strength is obviously lower than that of the King of Hell. Although the old man was right in front of him, he could take Feige's life at any time. But after thinking about it, Feige thinks that bringing the demon king in as soon as possible can scare him away, which is a relatively safe strategy.

"Your spells are very good, and you can change form perfectly, I guess you're a shapeshifter?" said the old man, who was already sweating profusely and his face was getting paler as he busied himself around the top of his staff. "You are unscathed in the balance of my order, and you are not my believer or chosen one, you are not an angel or a devil, you do not choose between good and evil, you do not worship any god and believe that the power of the gods is only a part of the world order......"

"Are you sure you want to keep talking nonsense instead of running away? Teleport again will still be in Nessus (the ninth level of Hell), but at least you can change positions. Or do you want to try jumping down the valley? There seems to be no bottom ...... down there."

"All the canyons here have bottoms, if the nine layers of hell have no bottom, isn't it a bottomless abyss?" The old man finally stopped wrapping around his blue energy, he wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously, then looked at Feiqi and smiled, "When you called the King of Hell just now, I could have interrupted your spell at any time - but I didn't do it. Your choice is decisive and smart, and I would do the same with a long distance. You're so much like me, and that makes you a perfect vessel. ”

"What ......" Feige didn't hear what the old man was saying, and suddenly received a heavy blow to the stomach! The old man seemed to be able to slow down time and then move normally in it, which made Feige unable to react to his attack at all. The old wooden cane stabbed Feiqi's stomach, and blue flames at the top of the wooden staff immediately climbed up and covered Feiqi's body.

In an instant, countless knowledge rushed into Feige's brain, and he couldn't accept it at all. The soul chose the closest feeling to this state for Feiqi, and the ever-changing unknown runes took on a green color, falling from top to bottom like a torrential rain, leaving trails in their wake. Feige felt like he was choked by the throat, and he staggered in a feeling of suffocation. Now he understood that this old man was a spell god of some world, and he had just stuffed his divine power into Feiqi's body.

Feige had no control over this force. It's like stuffing an orange into a sparrow's mouth, which is simply difficult for a strong man. Even if there is an explanation of how to use this divine power, there is no such thing as the previous gradual improvement, and this knowledge is only a part of the garbled waterfall. It's a miracle that Feige didn't get blown up in the first place: he was very close to the old man in many ways, he didn't have a god to believe in, and his body was very tough.

Control the body! Control the body! Feige realized that he could not accept such a strong divine power (relative to him), so he completely withdrew his influence on it. Whether it was trying to perceive or learn, let alone resisting or accepting, Feige let it go, just as the divine fire did not exist. He turned his attention to the flesh, and in this instinctive and familiar realm, he gradually regained control.

"You're using me as bait!" Feige's vision blurred, but he saw the old man cast the spell again. This time his spell wasn't as fast and powerful as before, and it seemed to be full of flaws in Feige's eyes. Hmm? Isn't this strange feeling coming from the blue divine fire on his body? Although he feels that the old man is flawed everywhere, it's a pity that Feige can't really grasp any of them.

The old man nodded to Feiqi calmly, and then the figure began to slowly disappear. Feige is not such a generous person! Although his whole body is stiff and he can't move his hands and feet, he still has a weapon!

"Lust Whip!" Feige didn't care about the image anymore, and launched his hair out. Lust can create swords, longbows, and whips for combat, and in Feige's case, the Pit Excalibur and its ability to shoot lightning, as well as shoot hair to pierce and entangle enemies. This will cause him to lose a lot of hair, and he will be bald in two or three times. Although it can grow again soon, Feige has never liked this ability.

Like a porcupine shooting out of its body, Feige's hair enveloped the old man in one fell swoop! Looking at the old man's eyes that widened instantly, Feige began to like this trick for the first time. His hair had inherited the tenacity of the Lust, piercing the old man's skin like a real steel needle, piercing his face. For a while, the part of the white beard and white hair was removed, and the rest of the face was covered with black hair, and blood dripped to the ground.

"Haha, hahaha!" Feiqi laughed happily, but in the next moment, the divine fire burned again, and the painful stimulus brought by it choked Feiqi's throat, pushing back the rest of his laughter. The old man shook his head, got rid of Feiqi's hair, and disappeared from view completely. The hair fell to the ground, spontaneously combusted without fire, and disappeared cleanly.

"Good luck not being able to pester you, old man!" Feige cursed inwardly. The old man had apparently used a stumbling tail to survive, using Feige as the writhing tail. The violently burning divine fire radiated an unusually powerful energy fluctuation outward, definitely like a lighthouse in Asmodeirs' perception, which was much more obvious than the heavenly illusion words!

The next development of the situation can be easily analyzed: what can be used as bait must be what the Demon King is looking for - this divine fire is Feiqi's talisman. If the King of Hell arrives, how likely will he be that he will choose to slowly and safely withdraw these divine fires out of Feiqi's life? How can the Demon King be patient when the old man has not yet been captured? Therefore, this possibility is infinitely close to zero! Feiqi knows that if he does not save himself, he will die next!

"Lord Demon King, I will be your most loyal servant this time. Fitch ignored his cracked body, concentrated all his will in the palm of his left hand, and began to summon the Hell Lord Gem.

A blood-red heart-shaped gemstone appears in the hand. The Hell Lord Gem is also used by Feige as a Soul Gem, which also contains the divine power of a horn angel. "Get in...... All in ......" Feige struggled to turn his right wrist and let the cat teaser slowly turn around until it touched the Helllord Gem. "I'm sorry, I've never used your hellish spells, but I can't help it this time. ”

With the help of the Cat Teaser, Feige was able to eliminate the need to cast spells and runes in the magic matrix, allowing him to drive spell rituals when his body was difficult to move. The evil runes of Hell make up the ritual of divine extraction in the Painted Leather Book. The cat teaser comes from the Divine Essentia of the Goddess of Goodness and does not like the evil runes of hell. But in order to save Feige, it doesn't care about its own likes and dislikes.

The blue Divine Fire is currently ownerless, and Feige has no control over it, and it has not been able to successfully merge into Feiqi's body, leaving it with little resistance to the evil rituals created by Asmodeirs. As the blue flame was sucked into the gem, the pressure on Feige's body became lighter, and the power he could use increased.

So under Feiqi's control, the speed of the divine fire transfer continued to increase until all of them were thrown into the soul gems. The gemstones, which had been red, were now purple, and the temperature slowly increased, and a faint shiver began to appear. "Can't bear it? This won't turn into a bomb, will it?" Feige had no knowledge of this, and could only guess what was going to happen next.

A powerful evil force was heard in the distance, and all the devils knew immediately when they felt it: Asmodeirs, the king of hell, was approaching. Feige looked down at himself, the devil's blood was oozing from the cracks in his skin, and he looked miserable now—it was wonderful!

The old man's divine power, Feiqi, didn't want it at all, especially in front of the Demon King. The Soul Gem was definitely to be sacrificed, but there might still be time for a simple ritual before Asmodeirs arrived, and everything was ready-made.

He took out the crystal cluster and placed it on the soul gem. He had done this ritual dozens of times in various experiments, and as long as he was bold and careful, he would definitely be able to complete it.

There can't be the slightest divine fire entering the crystal crystal cluster, and only a little bit of the trait can be extracted, affecting the crystal crystal cluster in the form of temporary divine power. Feige had to concentrate on controlling the ritual while being distracted by the Demon King's increasingly obvious evil aura. Perhaps having just been baptized by the divine fire of a spellcaster deity, he advanced the ritual to perfection.

After about a minute, the King of Hell stood in front of Feiqi, and he saw a black-winged demon on one knee, holding a soul gem in both hands, and covered in blood.