Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens - Chapter 483

Weird.

Like the evil wind that creeps through the skin of cold and wet creatures, it blows the earth with a whisper that invades the soul and will.

Loss of reason.

The will falls into chaos.

One tentacle after another hangs down the sky.

Dripping stinky mucus.

Corrode the earth, dissolve all things, and build a virtual shadow of the abyss.

Irritability and fanaticism drive people to send out strange bursts, just like praising the ancient rhythm of being the master.

Vague evil.

Turn into a couple control silk thread beyond the reality dimension, probe into the soul,

At this moment.

Only rational people, frightened discovery, their peers.

His eyes became dull.

Like pilgrims, stop running, turn around and face the immortal wunizakue zineher, the master of all pain and great gods.

Crawl.

Kneel down.

I have words in my mouth.

Standing in the vast dark abyss, Amelia’s eyes were frightened.

Shortness of breath.

Step back.

The expression of horror witnessed that one after another former colleagues were crazy, showing a chilling madness, wriggling past her.

The unknown that corrupts reason.

Constantly attacking her spiritual barrier, the chaos before madness, made it difficult for her to control her behavior, collapsed on the ground, put her hands around her head, and urgently wanted to send out hysterical screams to alleviate the terror and oppression that was enough to crush her soul.

This time.

A dazzling flame was suddenly introduced into the eyes.

As in the severe winter, it dispels all the cold and dark Burning Fireplaces and burns all the evil forces trying to invade her soul.

The female reporter raised her head.

The familiar tall figure stood in front of her.

Grab his right hand.

Amelia tried to stand up.

When her spirit returned to calm, she took a deep breath and looked around. It was like a terrible scene of evil sacrifice.

Turning his head straight into Cole’s eyes, he said, “I don’t quite understand…”

“This is the etheric world, Amelia.”

Cole exhaled the turbid smoke, looked up and stared at the real world, which had completely covered the real world and transformed into the painful abyss he had witnessed with his own eyes.

His eyes swept across the vast expanse, unable to see the end and boundary, full of muddy and dark places of terror.

Hundreds of spiritually dominated journalists.

Murmuring in his mouth, his eyes were dull, and he slowly walked to the tumor monster formed by swallowing Roland.

But in this.

There are still some people who are struggling to resist the invasion and assimilation from the etheric world.

They collapsed on the ground, wailing and maiming themselves.

Try to comb the confusion to the extreme rationality with pain.

besides.

Torrell stood beside the queen and three cabinet ministers. The ring on his left index finger exuded a faint golden glow to protect them from erosion.

Medley Pucci frowned.

Spread your right hand forward.

A whole body white, pure light and shadow constructed sequence secret text radiates only half a meter around her, constantly changing in the real and etheric world.

Only Matt ush sinico, with a ferocious expression and blood vessels under his skin, seems to be forcibly resisting the clarity of the soul by the dark forces.

Far away.

The tumor monster is connected to the tentacles hanging from the sky, dissolving and slowly integrating.

The whispers of evil gods, like rolling thunder, produce a very uncomfortable rhythm across the sky and the earth.

“Ignorant mortal.

Come to me.

Listen to the voice of suffering before the end of the day and become one with me… Embrace the light of redemption. ”

The spiritual fire around Cole burns a new round of spiritual manipulation.

If Wenk valentier is standing here now, the demon hunter with the power of killing gods in Roland’s plan to kill gods.

Maybe he’ll fight.

Maybe he will try to kill the “ancient evil gods” in front of him.

But.

How can the means of the material world and the soul field completely kill an abstract concept born in the thought and etheric world.

It is also like the world in the eyes of fatalists.

Roland determined that he and Cole were the sons of a painful and distorted fate that ended the disaster and tragedy.

without doubt.

This gamble on the future of all mankind, on the lives of the whole family, and even at the last sacrifice.

Rolando ugg won.

With all self sacrifice, hundreds of thousands of civilian casualties.

Forced in exchange for a chance for cole to face the real existence of the Lord of pain.

If you only use words, I’m afraid no one can understand how terrible the evil god who calls himself uchazakue zineher is.

Mortals can be killed.

Even the gods will fall.

Only thought.

After the distortion of evil forces, the pure abstract concept pinned on the etheric world was born in the human world and will be destroyed with the destruction of the human world.

But one thing.

Rolando got the order wrong.

He is not the Lord of pain. He has given birth to many evil incarnations and turned into the worship objects of various cult groups.

But these worship.

Under the deliberate guidance of some evil force, the power of the Lord of pain becomes stronger and stronger.

Think of it here.

Those evil things buried in human history, like nightmares, suddenly appear in Cole’s mind: the holy weapon of disaster.

Matt ush’s expression was distorted and ferocious under the erosion of evil forces.

Looking up at the dark sky completely submerged in countless eyes, he said with his strong Mongolian accent, “the etheric world… Shit…”

Talk.

He turned his head to look at Cole, who was like nothing. He seemed to understand something. He blushed and roared with a thick neck, “damn Mengxi man…! if you can manipulate the nature change of ether, come and help me!

The nonsense of that damn thing is splitting my head! ”

Cole looked at him.

The flames spread around him until they enveloped him, medley and two reporters not far away.

It’s like the wire that strangled your neck suddenly loosened.

Matush cursed all the way in the language of the kuhan nation.

And medley to Cole.

Angrily, “Rolando, that son of a bitch… Didn’t say hello to us in advance for such a serious catastrophic event.”

At this point, he turned to Cole and said, “if I remember correctly, the last demon hunter who could manipulate the etheric world was Banan Behan, who was active from 708 to 723 in the new calendar.

I can’t think of any other possibilities for this rare phenomenon except those 13 strange ghosts.

Did Roland tell you anything before he sacrificed himself? ”

Hear him.

Medley frowned and answered, “are you sure?”

“As like as two peas,” Matt responded, “I studied the history of mysticism in Khan University for three years, and Mrs. Puckey, look around you. This is exactly the same as the description of the evil events that Bannon Behan encountered in 722 years.

Dense eyeballs.

And sticky wet tentacles. “