"Why didn't you catch the guy with the hole in his head?"

It was only after the lightning disappeared that Mr. Banana became emboldened.

"I can answer you that question. But after listening to the answer, you have to do things for me and deal with those who come for the pass. ”

Ian deliberately lowered his voice, and with the night, he naturally gave birth to a terrifying feeling.

Mr. Banana shuddered, covered his mouth with his hands, and shook his head like a rattle, not wanting to have anything to do with these things at all.

"Since you don't want to play with your life, then do what I say obediently and ensure that you survive safely!"

Mr. Banana is also a master of mixing from the pile of fat powder, and he is always anxious and wants more assurances.

But Ian didn't give him a chance to speak, grabbed his neck, the lightning running shoes burst out with blue lightning, his legs exerted force, and in the blink of an eye, he was a hundred meters away, and the speed was constantly increasing.

"It's a bit of a waste to make me a vehicle with a good lightning running shoe!"

Ian now has four templates: Pleasant Goat, Orange Liuxiang, Pig Man, and Jackie Chan, as well as the magic he learned from Kama Taj, so he should find some time to sort out his skills.

He was preoccupied with two things, thinking about his skills in his head, running on his feet, weaving through the city, returning to the hotel in a few minutes, throwing Mr. Banana out and back to his room.

He put away his lightning running shoes at the door, cautiously opened the door, and when he entered, he saw the gray wolf sitting in the living room, surrounded by various tools, making a cross-latitude teleportation device.

"Rachel is already sleeping in the master bedroom, do you want to go in?" Big Big Wolf's men didn't stop, and they winked at Ian with their faces.

"I'm not that beast yet!" Ian raised his middle finger at the greasy middle-aged male wolf, collapsed into the single-seater sofa, hugged the soft pillow with both hands, and complained, "How's the development progress of your teleporter?" ”

"Failure." The gray wolf threw the tools in his hand on the table, lay on the sofa, and the whole wolf turned gray and white: "Even if I have the data that you have traveled through the world twice, my device can only observe the information of the parallel universe of the DC world. The barriers between this world universe and the universe are more fragile than I expected, and opening the portal is not that troublesome. ”

"But I can't find the green grassland, there is a hair!"

Ian collapsed on the couch, listened to the gray wolf's complaints, and asked rhetorically, "There is no need for you to rush to open the portal!" Wouldn't it be simpler to create a communication channel to contact the Qingqing grassland and let the village chief work with you? ”

Slow Sheep and Big Big Wolf are comparable big scientists in the eyes of others, but in fact, their research directions are very different.

The village chief specializes in theory, and the gray wolf specializes in application. So in this kind of thing, the village chief actually has an advantage over the gray wolf.

"That's right!"

The gray wolf sat up instantly, and a light bulb lit up above his head: "It's much easier to transmit information than to directly send a large living person." ”

"It's all your fault."

He pointed at Ian and said, "After staying with an illiterate person like you for a long time, the IQ of a great scientist like me has become low. So you have to hurry up and study, don't drag me down the gray wolf king. ”

"you conscienceless!"

Ian directly smashed the pillow in his hand on the gray wolf's head, knocking him down on the couch.

"I kindly remind you that you dare to slander me."

Ian knew that the gray wolf was joking, so he didn't use much force, just shook it gently.

Eager to experiment with new ideas, the gray wolf got up from the couch and waved his hand, and then began a new experiment.

Ian didn't bother him, leaned back on the couch, closed his eyes, and a few seconds later, a soft snoring sounded in the room.

"Where does the sound of the waves come from?"

Ian suddenly heard the sound of waves crashing on the shore in his ears, smelled the salty smell of the ocean in his nose, and even felt the sea breeze hitting his face.

He opened his eyes, and he was still in the hotel, and the gray wolf was busy building a brand new machine not far away.

In the gap between the physical and the spiritual, a sea of blood poured out of the unknown void, and arms stretched out from it, trying to drag Ian's soul into the sea of blood.

"It turned out that someone wanted to do something to my soul."

Ian instantly reacted to what was happening, and realized that the enemy this time was not an ordinary person like the Suicide Squad and the Wildling's daughter, but most likely some kind of archdemon.

Generally, such magic is good enough to take any soul from the physical world, but not to Ian.

His soul is immortal and unique, and although he is usually no different from ordinary people, he will show something different when he encounters an attack.

If the demon who casts this magic just wants to transfer Ian's soul, it will be 100% successful, but the sea of blood created by the other party obviously carries other curses, which triggers Ian's soul trait.

Which demon came to the door?

Ian looked at the countless arms that stretched out from the sea of blood, thought for a few seconds, and used the spirit projection, the soul took the initiative to leave the body, allowing those arms to grab him, sinking into the sea of blood little by little.

The enemy is coming to the door, and if he retreats, it will be too shameless.

This time, I want to see what these demons are capable of.

The sea of blood was more than just a diversion magic, Ian's soul was immersed in blood, his eyes saw the horrific situation of countless people being tortured, and the screams of men and women lingered in his ears.

Those suffering souls saw a living soul, and under the torment of pain, let out countless curses, which fell on Ian's soul, but it slipped in an instant, leaving no mark.

"These are fakes, illusions created by magic!"

Ian shook his head as he looked at the souls surging around him, souls are the most important thing for a demon, and they would never be placed so directly in front of others.

The sea of blood quickly closed, and Ian's soul crossed the spatial distance of the material world with Ian's soul and appeared in the forecourt of a manor near the sea.

Ian remained in a spirit state, suspended in mid-air, and saw the entire manor reeking with the stench of demonic sulfur and the distorted faces of countless souls tormented by bondage.

"It's so rampant, it's not hidden at all. Do you really think there are no more mages in the material world who can subdue them? ”

Ian listened to the faint wail in his ears, made up his mind, and flew towards the manor.

There is nothing special about the front yard of this estate, hand-transplanted turf, and some naturally growing coconut trees are planted on it.

In addition to that, what catches the eye is a regular Toyota sedan.

Ian skimmed past these things to the main entrance, and just as he was about to use the wall-piercing technique to walk directly into the door, the wooden door opened by itself, and a pig-headed man emerged from inside.

"Welcome, new guests. Please come in freely, I've always wanted to say something like 'follow free will'. ”

Ian looked down at the pig-headed man, feeling the magic emanating from him.

One of the benefits of the state of the soul is that it is always possible to see the essence of a creature like a demon.

"It turned out to be a succubus!"

Ian shook his head and said, "I also chose the image of Animal Farm, which is quite cultured!" ”

Succubi don't just become big-breasted women, and those with higher status will create a more influential identity for themselves in human society.

The pig-headed butler in a tuxedo with a red scarf shook his head, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and then he still put on a polite posture: "Please come in!" ”

Ian didn't answer, just bypassed the guy and floated straight into the house.

The house was not clean, the carpet that had not been washed for an unknown number of years was covered with dust, the lime powder walls had cracked, the corners were covered with cobwebs, and even fist-sized spiders could be seen forming webs.

"Can a spider of this size build a web?"

With a question, Ian floated past the only living person in the living room.

The middle-aged man in the khaki shirt with a high hairline grabbed Ian's arm, and at this moment Ian was still in a state of soul.

"Hey, kid, it doesn't matter where your soul comes from. Listen to me and get out of this place right now. ”

Listening to the strong British accent of the other party, Ian already felt that he already knew his identity.

"You're Chas Chandler? Friends of John Constantine? ”

Ian didn't retract his arm, tentatively asking for the other person's identity.

The man, who didn't look like anything at all, nodded in surprise: "Although Johnny is very famous, I haven't been associated with him for a long time. How do you know me? ”

"I just met him not too long ago." Ian skipped the question and didn't mention Lucifer.

He probably figured out what was going on this time, Doctor Fate threw out such a heavyweight item as the Heaven Pass, and the demons in Hell were ready to move.

Although they don't need to go to heaven, like Lucifer, disgusting the angels in heaven is a great victory for the demons.

So there was a demon who fell in love with Konstantin, took the soul of his only good friend, his daughter, and forced Konstantin to do things for himself.

"Where did Konstantin go?" Ian withdrew his arm.

He didn't listen to me and went into the room himself. Chas felt that Ian knew Konstantin and was still floating in the air in a soul state, and he must be a magician.

Ian looked in the direction of Chas's finger, and the first thing he saw was not a door, but an oil painting—a feast of demons eating naked women.

The painting was so realistic, the demons' rampant madness came to life, the blood from their mouths seemed to flow out of the frame, and their evil eyes looked at Ian, trying to drag the floating soul into the frame.

"Get out of here!"

Ian frowned, and took out the torch of the gods, the power that symbolized the king's power surged, and crackling silver thunder covered the torch and flashed in the palm of his hand.

He threw his arms forward, silver thunder covering the silver spear of the torch, roaring out of his palm and piercing through the air, leaving a dazzling mark of light in the living room.

"King power, boy!"

Thunder filled the entire living room, and the sound of thunder and lightning crackling seemed to be an order from the king, with unquestionable power, in the middle of the oil painting.

There was a scream from all the paintings, and countless distorted faces struggled to escape from the canvas, but under the power of the beating thunder, they all turned into the burning fuel of the torch of the gods, and the canvas turned into ashes flying in the wind.

"What did you do?"

"These souls are treasured by the master of Belul, and you dare to destroy them."

The pig-headed succubus looked at the oil paintings burning one after another in the hall, his eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a roar of rage, and his appearance changed in an instant.

His body began to swell, tearing his suit into rags, two fangs protruding from his protruding mouth, and his legs arching towards Ian like a small mountain.

"Psycho, you really think I'm fat to be slaughtered on the chopping board."

"As a demon who specializes in deceiving people, I don't know if I should call you stupid or naïve."

Although Ian has no body, he still mercilessly mocks this irrational succubus.

Chas looked at the mountain-like pig-headed demon, his scalp was numb, and he anxiously dissuaded Ian and said, "This guy has gone berserk, don't irritate him." ”

"Okay, listen to you."

Ian spread his hands, stopped talking, and at the same time shifted one by one, dodging the crazy pig.

He is in a soul state, ignoring physical attacks, but he is no longer able to touch matter.

"Kid over there, hurry up and get another thunder gun and kill this pig!"

Chas wasn't as dashing as Ian, he could only keep running, looking for gaps to hide in small spaces.

Ian floated on the ceiling and watched as the thunder of the torch of the gods jumped onto all the paintings, destroying and liberating the souls inside.

"The Torch of the Gods is suppressing these crazy souls, and now it is no longer available."

Ian shook his head and raised his right hand, the wind surging from outside the house along his thoughts, compressing and falling with his right hand.

Laugh at!

The wind compressed into a blade, and as Ian's hand fell, it slashed at the demon that had turned into a pig, instantly splitting the thick pigskin, cutting off the muscle tissue, and then getting stuck on the bone.

A wail of pain came from the mouth of the piggy succubus, its eyes were only the color of blood, the magic began to burn, and the injured body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The soul in the painting rushed outwards despite the power of the thunder and flew towards the pig succubus.

Ian didn't know what magic the other party was going to use, but he knew he had to stop the other, so he took out the Sword of the Brave and the Sword of the Holy Dao, and used his magic power to control the wounds that flew towards the demons.

Snort, snort, snort-

The power of the Sword of Brave's exorcism, the Holy Dao Righteousness of the Holy Dao Sword, destroyed the demon's magic power with a burst of motion, and the body that had lost its support began to melt and turn into black smoke.

The demon let out an even more painful wail that spread throughout the manor, and it fell to the ground and rolled incessantly, crushing everything in the living room to pieces.

Ian appeared above the demon, his arms wrapped in the air flow suddenly opened, and two swords connected to the other end tore through the gaps in the bones, tearing through the flesh and shattering the magic.

Hum!

The demon realizes that being big is not a good thing, and it compresses its size and tries to use magic.

But it's too late!

Ian clinged to the demon, waving his arms, and the Sword of the Brave and the Sword of the Holy Dao turned into two rays of light that flew up and down along the demon's body, slicing off all the flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton of bones.

By the time the demon regained his human form, all he had left was a pig's head and flesh.

The pig-headed succubus fell to the ground, its black eyes looking at the soul standing in front of it, its mouth squirming, and making a final threat:

"I will come back from hell, the demon will not die!"

"I don't think so."

With a snap of Ian's fingers, the Sword of the Brave and the Sword of the Holy Way stabbed into the demon's eye, shattering its brain and beginning to destroy its soul.

"There is only one end for you today, and that is to completely disappear from all worlds."

"It's not a hospitable thing to kill my slaves and destroy my treasured paintings as soon as you enter the door!"

A tongue glowing with a faint purple light came out of the room and curled around the two swords.

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