"It was just a small test." Mo Fan grinned, and his smile became even wilder as the flames flew! !
Taking full control of them all, this posture once defeated a 200-meter Silver Moon giant. To be honest, Mo Fan himself has not yet touched the strongest ability of the Fire King of Hell...
But the demonic fire back then in the ancient capital would probably not be much stronger than it is now.
At that time, Mo Fan had just reached a high level. When the demon awakened, Little Flame Fairy transformed into the complete Holy Fire Goddess. The Holy Fire Goddess attached herself to the demon soul shadow, which was one of the four demon soul shadows of Mo Fan.
Mo Fan knows that his current strength is far from as effective as the ancient capital demon, but purely based on his current super-level fire cultivation and the mature body of Flame Fairy, he is definitely very close to the fire demon!
There is no need to rely on the demon sleeping in the body, no need to repay a large amount of soul, and no side effects at all. This is the most authentic power that belongs to oneself!
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"Kill him, kill him!!!" After Bai Bao was hit hard, he started to go crazy.
"Brother, didn't you or others interfere?" Leng Hu said softly.
"Shut up, this scourge must die!!" White Leopard roared.
Now the White Leopard is seriously lacking in mental power and has also suffered some backlash. The opponent's current possessed state is obviously at its peak. He knows that he is no longer able to defeat him. If he wants Mo Fan to die, he will use the power of the brown regime!
Bai Bao is one of the top generals. He can mobilize tens of thousands of rebels. The light mage Damon has gathered two to three thousand elite mages.
He raised his quill pen and drew a white flag in the air.
The flag was his order. The hoof-shaped river bend itself was not far from the main camp of the rebels. The legions were rushing here in a mighty manner, the grass and trees were splashing, and the earth was shaking!
"My soldiers are endless, how can you compete with me." Bai Bao pointed at Mo Fan and roared.
"Military power can't do anything to me!!"
The army pressed forward, this time it was a true army of ten thousand people.
Although they are not as good as the elite soldiers in Jehol before, they can form a magic circle, and all the star tracks connected together can also create super-level destruction!
The legions arrived at Jehol, filling the dry, hoof-shaped bend of the river.
Bai Bao knew very well that Mo Fan’s target was Wu Ku.
But White Leopard is not Mo Fan’s wish!
If you want to kill Wu Ku, you have to step over the corpses of these ten thousand people.
Mo Fan is not afraid at all. It just so happens that he has not yet experienced the true strength of the Fire King of Hell! !
"How many people die, my hell can contain them!!!"
Mo Fan flew out and transformed into a dragon roaring.
I saw a wild dragon rolling in the river, dancing with its scorching fire body, wreaking havoc and stirring up everything.
Those military mages were just fish and shrimps in the river. They were beaten to pieces by the power of such a fiery dragon, and the melting slurry and explosive flames burned them to ashes!
The legion tried to form a wind ship, but even a magical wind warship had to remain silent when encountering a giant river dragon.
The figure of the flaming dragon rushed from one end of Rehe to the other, and followed the arc of the river to perform a terrifying purge. Except for the blackened bones everywhere, not even the flesh of the rebel soldiers was left! !
The rage reached its peak, as Mo Fan himself said.
His furnace hell can accommodate as many as he wants, and it doesn't matter if he holds military power. Everything is like an ant in front of a strong man! !
"Purgatory-Nine Fire Waterfall!"
Mo Fan was suspended in the sea of fire, and he slowly raised his hands.
Higher up in the sky, almost touching the clouds, suddenly there were nine flaming red lights flashing!
There was a loud sound of the embankment bursting, and the molten fire poured down like liquid, falling straight down and pouring into the hoof-shaped river bend.
The hoof-shaped river bend was originally sunk and broken due to the previous battle, and nine molten fire waterfalls were rushing here. The scene was so magnificent.
However, for those soldiers in the river bend, they are thousands of dead being thrown into the abyss of purgatory, accepting the despair of the baptism of fire waterfalls.
Like rising water, the molten fire began to devour the place where everyone stood. At first, the red liquid was only on the soles of the feet. As the nine fire waterfalls continued to fall, the molten fire began to fall down, covering their ankles, their knees, and their thighs. All soaked in.
It was as red as blood, but what was floating on it were hundreds of half-body parts, and those under the fire liquid had already melted!
Mo Fan stands on a high place, his cold and cruel image is consistent with that of the King of Hell.
Although some emotions will fluctuate when staring at such a tragic scene, Mo Fan will not allow himself to feel pity, nor will he stop here.
When Banluo City was occupied by the rebels, it was still a hell on earth. Those innocent people died, victims of the struggle for power. Every soldier who joined the brown regime army had a share of the blame!
Mo Fan has always used violence to fight violence.
A regime that uses violence to gain power has no right to demand kindness from others.
"You are letting them die," Sharja said.
"The day they joined our regime army, they were ready to make sacrifices for the regime at any time." Bai Bao said.
"But do you really think he would waste time on those people?" When Sharja said these words, people had already started to retreat.
Seeing Mo Fan in the form of the Fiery King of Hell, Sharja retreated.
This is a person who is difficult to defeat. She is not for the political power, not for the Black Church, and she is not a victim of any struggle. She can fight whenever she wants and leave whenever she wants.
Bai Bao didn't understand what Sharja meant at first, but when he found out that the Fiery King of Hell was charging towards him from two kilometers away, his expression immediately turned extremely ugly.
"Leng Hu, stop him!" Bai Bao didn't even adjust his breath, so there was no way he could stop this fire demon.
"I...I..." Leng Hu could only stand up bravely.
In fact, the wound left by Skyfire on his body was still aching.
Leng Hu stood forward, veins all over his body bursting out, and he punched the ground one after another. Giant ivory tusks stabbed out one after another. They were densely arranged and crossed, forming a giant tusks with the ability to counter-stab. Defend Asan!
Mo Fan ran wildly, leaving crumbling scorch marks along the way.
When he arrived at the defensive Yashan, the air around him suddenly exploded, turning Mo Fan into an explosive lion and pounced with his claws open!
"BOOM!!!!!!"
All the bubbles in the defensive Yashan were shattered, and Leng Hu who was hiding behind was sent flying. Numerous flaming star arrows chased after Leng Hu, and immediately pierced his body after Leng Hu smashed it down.
"Ah!" Leng Hu screamed.
Mo Fan ignored it at all, and the target was Zhang Yang's incomparable White Leopard.
What Bai Bao saw was not a person coming to kill him, but what he saw was a large area of blood and red light.
It seemed that he was standing on a lonely mountaintop facing the unparalleled scorching sun. The rays of light from the scorching sun continuously burned the air and turned the sky red.
It’s clearly a doomsday scene! !
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