Abraham Cohen, who was outside the door, couldn't help but say, "Don't be fooled, she will read your heart." ”

And Zhao Chuanxin didn't hear it, and closed his eyes obediently: "Come on, let the storm come more violently." ”

Margaret Gompas stared at Zhao Chuanxin, who was standing quietly with her eyes closed.

In her characteristic metallic voice, she said, "What you see now is the burning gates of hell, guarded by the tailed demon Styro, who is listening to the confessions of the undead......"

As her voice progressed, everyone outside the door felt a trance in front of them, as if they were in the gates of hell baked by the fire of hell.

With just one kick in the door, you will be in pain and unable to extricate yourself.

Marguerite Gompas's voice seemed to have some kind of magic.

But Zhao Chuanxin, who had his eyes closed, interrupted her: "Isn't this the content of Dante's "Body"? What's up? Hell is exactly what Dante describes, isn't it? ”

Everyone outside the door heard Zhao Chuanxin's loud voice, and the illusion in front of them disappeared abruptly.

Margaret Gompas was furious when she saw this.

Doesn't that fucking interrupt spellcasting?

Zhao Chuanxin yawned, opened his eyes to look at the pale people outside the door, and said suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Abraham Cohen screamed, "She's really the devil, she's tempting us to hell!" ”

"Hehe......" Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at Margaret Gompas: "In this way, you also close your eyes, and I will tell you what hell is like." ”

Dante is not the only one in the world who has described hell.

The banter on Zhao Chuanxin's face disappeared, and his voice became low and slow: "Yin Cao Difu, the king of Hades is respected, in charge of the Yin Division, called the ghost king......"

Hades, bull heads and horse faces, black and white impermanence......

From top to bottom, the story flows between Zhao Chuanxin's lips and teeth.

Dante's "Divine Comedy" may be wonderful, but in terms of the huge background and setting, it also depends on the folklore of China.

Gradually, the little girl in bed listened attentively, and even the yin owl disappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin finished talking about hell, and talked about all kinds of immortals.

There was no sound inside and outside the door, only his low, slow voice.

After a while, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly asked Margaret Compass: "I forgot to tell you, I am the archmage, so I asked you if you are afraid?" ”

Marguerite Gompas was pulled back into reality, and her blurred gaze became gloomy again.

She sneered: "Can you go to heaven and earth, can you kill the devil?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "Since you are known as the devil, let's fight." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, and a faint thunderbolt suddenly shone in his palm.

In fact, there is not much energy left in Thor's hammer, and he can only do this.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the lightning into a whip shape and shook it gently, making a "crackling" sound.

"It's called a lightning whip, and if I send out five lashes, the ghosts and gods will be wiped out. Hehe, do you want to try it? ”

Margaret Gompas shivered, looked frightened, and quickly shook her head.

This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to sneer, and he placed his palm three inches away from her body, controlling the energy of Thor's hammer and letting the arc swim on her.

Like a pinprick on a pinprick, a tingling sensation swept through Marguerite Gompas's body.

She wanted to scream uncomfortably, and tried her best to hold back, but the pain in her expression could not be concealed no matter what.

"Stop!" Margaret Gompas finally couldn't take it anymore.

Everyone outside the door was stunned!

What kind of immortal means is this?

They couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the Oriental occult system that Zhao Chuanxin said was true?

Is there really a Yama Temple?

Is there really a flood?

Is there really a spell?

Zhao Chuanxin said that this is just this bit of energy, and it is easy to not be able to pretend.

He put away his palm and smiled: "How?" Do you have what it takes for me? ”

Margaret Gompas bit her lip: "I don't have the power of thunder, but I have the power of hell!" I can drag your souls to hell! ”

"The carving insect is a small skill, and he dares to get an axe!" This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to sneer, and he pointed to a vase on the table next to him: "Da Luo spell, Da Wei Tianlong!" ”

Rumble!

The immortal bird Xuanjie was activated, and the air cannon blasted the vase into the air, hitting the wall and shattering it!

In the movie, only the devil has the ability, and now Zhao Chuanxin, the "exorcist", is better than the devil......

Margaret Gompas is jaw-dropping!

A group of people outside watched dumbfounded.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have believed that there was such a thing in the world!

Margaret Gompas was terrified: "You, you ......"

"What are you?" Zhao Chuanxin slapped away her outstretched fingers: "Even Satan doesn't dare to speak in front of me, with your little strength, you are still dead, and today I will overtake you!"

Flying dragon in the sky! ”

In the next scene, even if Newton is reborn, he will have to throw himself to the ground!

Zhao Chuanxin's body suddenly rose from the ground and floated up.

He put on a mud trowel glove and held the whip of judgment in his other hand, and the minister solemnly blew the not-so-serious "Hanging Divine Comedy".

The whip of judgment, rolling up an hourglass next to it.

Zhao Chuanxin held the hourglass, felt the sudden drop in the energy value of the Azure Ghost Armor, and shouted: "Devil, I'll let you appear!" ”

The sand inside the hourglass, urged by the mud trowel gloves, quickly transformed into a simple but hideous grimace.

Marguerite Gompas was stunned.

In an instant, she was a little confused, and she couldn't tell that the devil was still in her body, or she was taken away by Zhao Chuanxin's "soul extraction".

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the energy value had bottomed out, and hurriedly landed.

Otherwise, you're going to make a fool of yourself!

He raised the "grimace" of the sand in his hand, took out the elf carving knife and shouted: "Devil, today I will break your body into ten thousand pieces!" ”

A little cold, the knife is like a dragon.

Whew......

The grimace of the rock was sliced apart, and the large and small beads were scattered all over the ground like jade plates.

The scalp of everyone outside the door is numb!

The mana is profound, and the horror is like this!

Margaret Gompas on the bed didn't know how to behave, and her hands and feet were paralyzed.

Zhao Chuanxin put away King Kong's angry eyes, and said in a gentle tone: "Margaret, I have already killed the devil!" How do you feel? ”

"I, I, I......" Marguerite Gompas's voice returned to its original crisp childlike voice, "I'm all right." ”

She is really afraid that if she is not good, it will not only be the devil who will be exceeded, maybe Zhao Chuanxin will be overtaken with her!

Arthur Gompas was overjoyed and just wanted to say something.

But seeing that Zhao Chuanxin's face changed, he said coldly: "Is it really good?" Why do I think you're not okay yet? ”

Speaking of moodiness and the ability to turn his face, Zhao Chuanxin is better than the devil.

Marguerite Gompas saw that he was still like a spring breeze just now, but now he immediately looked fierce again, as if he was ready to take out the extremely sharp knife just now and cut off her head.

She hurriedly nodded with a chick pecking rice: "It's really good, really, I don't lie to you......"

It's even crying!

Zhao Chuanxin took out the scepter of redemption: "In this way, if this staff can be suspended in the air, it means that you will never be entangled by the devil again in this life." Otherwise, you just haven't healed yet, and I will use the heavenly thunder to wipe out your flesh! ”

Margaret Gompas is horrified!

She could imagine being scorched by lightning.

Arthur Gompas, who was outside the door, rushed in in fright: "Don't, stop, don't ......"

However, Zhao Chuanxin had already raised his staff and withdrew his hand.

Everyone was stunned!

The scepter of salvation hangs firmly in the air!

Margaret Gompas's eyes widened and she was overjoyed: "I'm really well! ”

Zhao Chuanxin let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately, otherwise, the old man would have killed the girl today!" ”

With that, one put away the scepter of salvation.

Arthur Gompas's face was complicated.

If it had been a white man who had been here today, he would have been grateful.

But Zhao Chuanxin is Chinese, which makes him unable to pull his face.

But Zhao Chuanxin does have some magical skills, this kind of ability, even if the professional exorcist of the Vatican comes, he will have to kneel, and the Pope will have to bow down!

Seeing his expression, Zhao Chuanxin said coldly: "Arthur Gompas, are you guilty?" ”

Arthur Gompas snorted: "What crime? ”

"Humph!" Zhao Chuanxin snorted coldly: "You discriminate against blacks and Asians, that's why you let your daughter suffer this catastrophe!" And you don't even know your sin? ”

"I ......" Arthur Gompas was struck by lightning.

Is that really the case?

There are many people who discriminate, why only punish him?

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was suspicious, and suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped him in the mouth.

The teeth that were loosened before will eventually fall out.

and the blood and water, and spit it out together.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a cold face: "Today, I punish you on behalf of the moon." If there is a next time, the god of the night pot will personally come to earth and crush your bones to ashes! ”

Arthur Gompas, who had been beaten, couldn't turn his head.

Is divine punishment real, or is it real?

What is the god of the night pot?

Outside the door, a group of black and white men admired the five-body throw!

Abraham Cohen, in particular, gave Zhao Chuanxin a slap in the face.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Arthur Gompas, who was buzzing with melon seeds: "Now I ask you, can you arrange a job for Abraham and his family and friends?" ”

Arthur Gompas's haughty head was no longer raised, and he hung his head and said, "Sir, now that the unemployment rate is rising, I can't arrange too many jobs. However, if I wish, I can arrange it for Mr. Cohen. ”

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head to look at Abraham Cohen, he was a little disappointed, but he still squeezed out a smile and nodded at Zhao Chuanxin.

As if he was afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would misunderstand that he was unwilling to contribute, Arthur Gompas explained: "Sir, you must know that there are many difficulties in working in the Labor Federation, and you are often beaten and even assassinated. I experienced an assassination attempt a few years ago when my daughter witnessed me being held at gunpoint by a factory employer......"

Zhao Chuanxin keenly noticed that when he explained the assassination, Margaret Gompas had a bloody face, and a little pain faintly appeared.

He had a rough idea of it.

What kind of devil possessed, this is just the psychological sequelae left by a horrific assassination when he was a child.

He suddenly interrupted Arthur Gompas: "You say, when the factory employer assassinated you, he was wearing a face shield sewn from white cloth?" Only two holes exposed? ”

The trade unions fight for the rights and interests of the workers, and it is inevitable that they will come into conflict with the capitalists and employers.

Getting beaten up is commonplace.

Arthur Gompas nodded, "Yes." ”

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and looked at Margaret Gompas: "That's what the devil looks like, right?" ”

Marguerite Gompas's teeth chattered: "Yes, that devil is going to take our family to hell!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged at Arthur Gompas: "Now do you know where the root is?" ”

Although Arthur Gompas does not pay attention to the emerging psychology, he also roughly understands the reason, and holds his head in remorse and pain: "I really deserve to ...... death"

(End of chapter)