The news of the Dragon Amusement Park, using St. Francis the Celestial Lord, to participate in the gladiatorial arena, was immediately transmitted at an incredible speed.

After Vincent heard the news, he immediately mobilized ten miracle warships and went to the Hybrid Demon Domain to assist in the defense.

The entire third-generation magic crystal cannon of the Mixed Demon Domain is in an activated state, ready to guard against the Bright Heaven at any time.

Vincent took Iscote and went to the Dragon Amusement Park in person.

The guys of the five high-level demon races also secretly sent their races to the dragon amusement park to watch the excitement and collect intelligence.

On the stage, the little black dragon held a magic megaphone and explained passionately.

"The sealed St. Francis, although he has lost the source of magic and the support of the spiritual sea, his body still has the strength of the Heavenly King!"

"Although the Sanyan Demon Clan has a quasi-level Holy Spirit level cultivation, it is still difficult for him to defeat the sealed Holy Francis!"

Vincent and Iscott, piercing through the void, appeared directly on the Lord's table.

The little black dragon immediately cheered: "Master, why are you here?" ”

Vincent smiled and said, "Lucifer informed me that he would come to see a good show!" ”

Lucifer stood up and bowed in salute.

"Your Majesty, Hello!"

Vincent waved his hand, "No need to be polite, let's play!" ”

The little black dragon moved out of the main seat and let Vincent sit in the middle.

"Master, do you think we're going to trouble us if we treat St. Francis like this, fellow of Bright Heaven?"

Vincent tapped the little black dragon's head, "You'll just remember!" ”

"Even if they are looking for trouble, is our Miracle Empire afraid of them?"

The little black dragon said: "We are not afraid of them!" ”

"Three-eyed, give me a hard beating of St. Francis, if you win this one, I will cancel your slave rank!"

The little black dragon roared, openly affecting the fairness of the game.

However, no one dared to protest!

Vincent asked, "Blackie, which of them will win?" ”

The little black dragon shook his head, "I don't know!" ”

"Lucifer. Tell your master who will win? ”

"This Sanyan Demon Clan, but you caught it!"

Vincent looked at Lucifer. There was a hint of originality in his eyes.

It turned out that the Sanyan Demon Clan was actually captured by Lucifer!

"Your Majesty Vincent, the victory or defeat of the Sanyan Demon Clan and St. Francis is in the number of five or five."

Vincent wondered, "Oh? What's going on? ”

According to reason. Lucifer should have ravaged St. Francis hard, how did he find an evenly matched opponent for St. Francis?

Lucifer's face turned red, "Your Majesty Vincent, you better see for yourself!" ”

Vincent shrugged, "Okay! ”

It's Iscott. Beside Vincent, he whispered: "Young master, the Sanyan Demon Clan has special skills, and St. Francis will suffer in a while!" ”

In the dueling arena, the Sanyan Demon Clan held a two-handed sword with a cold light, and the dark fighting qi slashed one after another, and kept shooting towards St. Francis.

Although the attack of the Sanyan Demon Clan is strong, St. Francis is not damaged at all!

After all, St. Francis has the meat of the King of Heaven. Body. The Sanyan Demon Clan only has a quasi-level Holy Spirit level. There is a huge difference between them.

It's like hitting steel with mud, but can steel still be damaged?

The seal of St. Francis, partially unlocked, can speak.

"Disgusting demons, don't waste your efforts, with an attack like yours. Can't hurt me at all! ”

The Sanyan Demon Clan can't understand the angelic language, nor can they understand the lingua franca of humans. Only the language of the Abyssal Demons. …,

Therefore, regardless of St. Franci's chirping for a long time. The Sanyan Demon Clan is still desperately attacking.

Instead, the artificial intelligence white ball of light translates the language of St. Francis into the language of the Abyss Demon Race, the lingua franca of mankind, and the language of the Dragon Race on the magic light screen in the sky.

The Sanyan Demon Clan kept attacking, and after an hour, the source of his fighting energy slowly dried up.

St. Francis tried to rush forward, but was dodged by the Sanyan Demon Clan.

"Damn demons, don't hide if you have the ability!"

The Sanyan Demon Clan can't understand it, and it doesn't need to understand. He looked up, looked in the direction of the Lord's table, and asked loudly.

"Great Lord Marquis Dax, is it true that you just said that you can pardon my status as a slave as long as I am victorious?"

The little black dragon wagged his tail and puffed out his chest, trying to make the marquis's emblem around his neck more conspicuous.

"I am the Marquis of the Miracle Empire, a Novellain!"

"As long as you are victorious, I will not only pardon you as a slave, but also grant you citizenship as a dependent race of the province of Nice!"

The Three Yan Demon Clan is overjoyed, although it is only a subordinate racial citizenship of the Nice Province, between the third-class citizens and the fourth-class citizens of the Miracle Empire.

But that's official!

As long as they have this identity, the Sanyan Demon Clan can live peacefully in the province of Nice!

"Great Lord Marquis Dax, is it okay for me to win by whatever means?"

Lucifer smiled, as if a conspiracy had been accomplished.

He took the initiative to help Dax answer: "Sanyan Demon Clan, no matter how you win, as long as it is a victory, I think Marquis Dax will not be stingy with your reward!" ”

Dax nodded, "Yes!" As long as you win, you will have citizenship as a subordinate race of the province of Nice! ”

The Sanyan Demon Clan said excitedly: "Great Marquis Dax, please watch me perform!" ”

St. Francis's source of magic and the sea of spirit were sealed, and although he left behind a heavenly king-level body, without the cooperation of the sea of spirits, his movements were often very uncoordinated.

If it weren't for this, the Sanyan Demon Clan would have been knocked to the ground by him a long time ago!

After the Sanyan Demon Clan got the permission of the little black dragon, they immediately distanced him from St. Francis.

"St. Francis God, although you are a male angel, but for the sake of your good looks, and can help me obtain citizenship of the subordinate race of the province of Nice, I will sacrifice it!"

St. Francis was slightly stunned, but he knew the language of the Abyss Demon Clan!

What do the words of the Sanyan Demon Clan mean?

What does it mean that although he is a man, he is good-looking?

Could it be that this Sanyan Demon Clan is a?

St. Francis shuddered, faintly sensed something was wrong, and took a few steps back.

The Sanyan Demon Clan smiled strangely, and the third eye on his forehead slowly opened.

A pink light, from the third eye, swished, towards St. Franci.

The speed of pink light may not seem fast, but it is actually fast!

St. Francis tried to dodge and fled backwards in an S shape.

However, the pink light seemed to lock on him, and shot directly into the center of St. Francis's brow.

St. Francis's movements stopped in an instant, a large amount of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body trembled incessantly, as if he was struggling with something.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Sanyan Demon Clan rushed forward, pressed St. Francis to the ground, and frantically took off St. Francis's pants.

Then, in front of more than half a million spectators, he took off his pants, revealed his black stick, and stabbed St. Franci's chrysanthemum!

"Ahh

St. Francis screamed!

It's really a chrysanthemum, full of wounds!