It's just that the glimmer of remembrance only exists for a short time.

An Lun's cold little face showed an angry look:

"I thought someone was going to wade through this troubled water."

"So it's Warlock Ron who is going to die?"

Romans smiled gently:

"I haven't made a move for a long time, and I should find someone to practice my hands once in a while."

His tone is very calm, and with his real handsome appearance now, it seems that he has lost the domineering king style of the past at all.

But somehow, in Xu Nan's opinion, An Lun, who is obviously a god, looks extremely humble and small in front of Romang.

Before you know it, the surrounding scenery begins to blur.

Even the bigwigs who were watching, Xu Nan couldn't see their appearance clearly.

But he's not worried.

He recognized a fact a long time ago, before his strength has grown enough to be on an equal footing with the big guys, just do his part obediently.

For example, now, the only question he needs to think about seriously is-

When to open your voice and sing.

That's right, in Xu Nan's mind, he has practiced "Sending the Divine Comedy" dozens of times.

After all, it is a task that Luo Mang seriously ordered, and Xu Nan can't mess it up!

You have to sing hard!

We must not let the Heavenly Kingdom underestimate the strength of the new generation of Paradise Lost!

The above are Xu Nan's true thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of emotions flashed in An Lun's eyes.

She didn't seem to care if she would reveal emotions that only mortals had.

She just looked at Roman, from chagrin and anger to calm and scrutiny.

Finally, she asked earnestly:

"How much did Ansuli give you?"

"You don't need to answer, you just need to know, no matter how much money is given."

"I'm Anlun, double it!"

Burst.

As soon as these words came out, let alone Xu Nan, it is estimated that the glasses of the onlookers next to him were shattered......

It is hard to imagine that such words came from the mouth of a famous righteous god in the Heavenly Realm.

She didn't seem to have much fighting spirit.

Luo Mang was also stunned for a moment, and then said with some annoyance:

"I know, because of the scum of Paradise Lost in recent years, the reputation of Ron Warlock is not so good......

"Triple the price!"

An Lun didn't say a word, and directly increased the price, she looked at Romang with sincere eyes:

"Let me go. I can pay upfront. ”

Romans was silent.

"Five-fold." An Lun said calmly: "I know you are rich, but don't refuse first, you can first find out how rich I am......"

Xu Nan couldn't help but feel a little moved.

As we all know, wizarding is one of the most lucrative professions.

And the goddess of magic is the only true god that all the casters of spells in the Old World believe in, and she says that she is rich, so she must be really, very, very rich......

Romans remained silent.

Xu Nan was amazed in addition to emotion.

I have to say that this scene had a huge impact on his young mind-

The supreme powerhouse, terrifying!

With the power of mortals, the gods were forced to try to buy their lives with money!

How powerful is that?

At this moment, Xu Nan suddenly found that Teacher Luo Mang did seem to be more handsome than himself......

Especially against the backdrop of his strength, that face looks even more handsome!

But.

Xu Nan also knew that not every supreme could cause such a lot of pressure on the gods, and today's situation was also quite special.

Anlun's state is very bad.

Stephen Sand first forced An Lun back through a secret calculation, and then arranged the eight leaves to cut off An Lun's connection with the Old World Demon Network, and then Luo Mang recruited many top powerhouses through the tea party, exerting a lot of mental pressure on An Lun.

These powerhouses will not directly intervene in the battle between Anlun and Roman.

But their existence is in itself a great deterrent to Anlun!

The calm main material world is like this.

No wonder every god has to be careful before going down to earth.

I really met a fierce man who tried to slaughter the god, and even if he didn't die, he would lose his skin.

……

An Lun's expression was quite calm, but her heart was already anxious.

The man in front of him was really a little surprised, although it was reasonable, but it was too abrupt and too sudden!

To know.

Ever since breaking the covenant in that great war, Paradise Lost has been in a state of semi-retirement.

Looking at Roman, who saw people for the first time with his true face, the uneasiness in An Lun's heart became more and more intense.

"Paradise Lost wants to re-intervene in the resource allocation of the multiverse?"

"At this juncture, does Romans want to stand up? This madman, the warlock. ”

"He actually wants to kill me to Liwei and curry favor with Ansuli?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

The more I think about it, the more scared I get!

In her divine perception, the handsome young Romans was like a deep and boundless starry sky!

She couldn't see the depths of Romans at all!

"Level 40? Level 41? It can't be 42......"

Her godhead trembled.

However, as a god, she has been through so much over the years.

As early as the era of the rise of the Law God, she participated in many god-slaughtering operations; And now, she has changed her position into a god who is quickly dealt with by mortals, and she has a deeper understanding.

Although it was plotted, although it seemed to have the upper hand.

But it doesn't have to be a chance.

She's been trying to figure it out.

As long as Romans doesn't do it directly, she has a chance!

Even if you lose a little more smile and say a few more whispered words.

Anlun can see clearly.

Shame on you?

In order to survive, there is no shame!

So she slowly quoted the price that had been prepared for a long time:

"One Hundred ...... Wave ...... Fold? ”

Her voice became muffled, and she herself was a little confused by the sudden intrusion, and she almost slurred her words......

An Lun curiously followed the prestige.

Behind Roman, an equally handsome young man, who didn't know what he was smoking, suddenly began to scream to himself.

"What is he calling? Chanting scriptures? ”

Such a thought appeared in her mind, and in the next second, the sense of crisis in her heart exploded!

Because, Romans did it!

……

The other side.

Xu Nan worked hard to spread his voice and sang "Sending the Divine Comedy"!

He didn't actually have any strange thoughts, he just thought that the time was almost up, and it was time to send An Lun to the end...... Who knew that An Lun actually wanted to bribe Romang, but it was a pity that her voice was overpowered by the strange Divine Comedy.

The tonal syllables of the Divine Comedy are long and sharp, with super penetration, and almost at the same time, all the onlookers heard Xu Nan's chanting.

As a result, their brains began to appear with "-1", "-1", "-0.5" and other similar blood flowers.

"?"

"Does "Sending the Divine Comedy" still hurt?"

Xu Nan was also taken aback, but he didn't dare to slack off, but sang harder.

As a result, the blood flowers jumping on the brains of the bigwigs became-

“-2”、“-2”、“-2.5”……

"Why is there 0.5!"

Xu Nan, as a patient with intermittent obsessive-compulsive disorder, said that he could not accept it.

However, his attention was on chanting, and he couldn't find the strange big guy through the mosaic-like picture.

And with the chanting of the Divine Comedy, his whole person seemed to have entered a subtle feeling.

It was a state of intoxication that only bards have!

Meanwhile.

Romang, who had already dealt with An Lun several times, once again ignored An Lun's request for a bribe, and just laughed:

"Ansuli gave me a promise, can you give a hundred?"

An Lun was a little suffocated and said:

"What promise?"

"You think I'm stupid?" Romans asked rhetorically: "Although I was reckless when I was young, I was not stupid. Besides, I'm not young anymore......"

"So you don't think I'm stupid, I'm just stalling for time."

Romans suddenly realized.

The voice fell.

The area where the two sides are tentatively fighting, the space is shattered inch by inch, like smashed glass, falling on the lake and the hill, and the lines of the picture are stiff and cold.

With An Lun as the center, an invisible force is frantically sweeping away all discordant factors.

Roman's body retreated slightly, and quickly, it stabilized.

"This is your [Klein Bottle]?"

"A great divine spell, worthy of the goddess of magic."

"You have integrated yourself into a Klein bottle woven with a magic web, and I will not be able to hurt you, because you are one with this continent, and you have a beautiful curved surface......"

"It's a pity that if you kill the teacher a little later, your teacher should be able to tell you a basic common sense ......"

After undercommenting on two sentences, Romans said calmly:

"Don't use divine spells in front of the Supreme!"

"It's really ridiculous."

"You don't need me to make a move, even my family can crack your divine spell!"

"Besides, something like the Klein Bottle shouldn't be in this world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, swirls of glittering golden light appeared one after another in all corners of the space.

Then, in the deep time and space, there were bursts of passionate dragon groans!

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise as they stared at the dragon that flew out of the golden vortex.

These dragons are big and small, the big ones are the size of mountains, the small ones are about the size of cows and horses, and they are very festive and lovely, they are wrapped in golden dragon scales, there are colorful auspicious clouds under their feet, and there is a series of jumping golden flames around their necks!

This is the Space-Time Dragon.

Legend has it that a powerful race that can bring luck to people, and everyone who is recognized by the time and space dragon can also share the unique talents of the time and space dragon, and the most important talent is the luck carried by these dragons themselves!

As soon as these space-time dragons appeared, the shattered, glass-like space was restored.

An Lun's face turned pale.

Her divine spells were messed up by the space-time dragons, and they were destroyed almost instantly.

Almost at the same time.

These space-time dragons teamed up to build a closed space-time ring that put her and Romanan inside!

Anlun understood that this was Roman's attempt to prevent her from making a fuss about other beings in the main material world.

The magic net is related to countless spellcasters, An Lun can die, but the magic net cannot be easily destroyed.

Her Klein bottle is to use her familiar characteristics of the magic web and the old continent to tie her life to the lives of the old continent.

She wanted to make Romans jealous.

But she didn't expect that Romanan didn't make a move himself, and even a group of dependents could easily crack the divine spell she had worked so hard to study—although the inspiration for this divine spell was copied from a mathematician on Earth......

Inside the space-time ring.

Aaron finally gave up all unrealistic ideas.

In her beautiful eyes, a crimson flame began to burn.

If you want to prove something with my life.

Then come on.

Even if it is doomed, it will be defeated.

I will not lose the glory of the gods that I carry now.

In the next second, she opened her hands, her hair curled upside down, and her whole person curled up like a squid, and then stretched suddenly!

With the support of powerful divine power, her body swelled little by little.

A little bit of arcane energy collides, accumulates, and converges with each other.

A large amount of arcane energy has been distorted.

It happened so quickly that no one could stop her from doing it.

This is the Goddess of Magic's hole card!

This is a supreme-level spell -

Anlun Universe.

Bang!

Within the space-time ring, time loses its meaning, but sound remains.

After that loud bang, An Lun's body was torn apart and shattered.

But those arcane energies began to spread to every corner of the entire space.

The arcane energy after these aberrations is different from all known arcane energy.

Every piece of distorted arcane energy is constructed from Anlun's flesh and blood!

Soon.

This arcane energy fills every inch of space in the Space-Time Ring.

Romans was in the middle of it, indifferent.

"I'm everywhere."

"I'm in your breath, I'm in your blood, I'm in your mind......"

"You can't cast a spell because I'm the arcane energy itself......"

"You can't use force, because I'm your blood itself......"

"You can't hurt me......"

"Because, I am you!"

Her laughter grew more and more eerie and mournful, ringing throughout the Plane Ring, in Roman's mind.

All that was left in front of him was An Lun's face.

Every joint and every cell in his body has the taste of Anlun.

In a trance, he looked down at his left hand and right hand, which had become An Lun's appearance.

"Aren't you scared?"

"Don't be afraid."

"Soon, you won't have to be afraid of anything, hehe......"

An Lun's voice was erratic, like a ghost.

"You think too much, how could I be afraid."

Romans calmly unbelted his trousers and looked down calmly, revealing a look of disgust.

An Lun's laughter came to an abrupt end.

"Warlocks Ron are shameless creatures."

An Lun sneered and said:

"I know it's not easy to assimilate you."

"But what I'm not lying about is that we are indeed one."

"At least in this universe."

Romans was silent.

An Lun followed the temptation: "Now you know, right?" If you want to kill me, it's hard; Of course, I can't kill you. ”

"So, I'll give a hundred...... Wave ...... Fold? ”

"What the hell! Can you stop a little! ”

At that moment, in the face of the Divine Comedy that was messing in again, Xiao Anlun of the entire universe was irritable.

Outside the space-time ring.

Xu Nan, who was tirelessly singing the Divine Comedy, suddenly noticed that someone behind him gently patted his shoulder.

"It's not right for you to sing like that."

"You have to put soul into your singing."

It was a middle-aged uncle with a serious face and a burnt complexion.

As he spoke, blood kept pouring out of his head—

“-2.5”、“-2.5”、“-2.5”。

……