Chapter 430 Ambitious

"Fire, tell me how many legendary strong men there are in this abyss. Tell me all about the situation. I will search all the strong men on the 72nd floor of the abyss and turn them into my subordinates. In the future, I will take them to dominate the world and rule the heavens. Wang Fan shouted, and a pair of flashing black eyes stared at the saint of hell.

The fire has just been engraved with the "sleeping divine seal" by Wang Fan. It is extremely resentful for Wang Fan. If it hadn't been for the seal controlling his body, his life would have been between Wang Fan's thoughts. Maybe he would have cursed long ago. Even if he was controlled by Wang Fan, the legendary saint's self-esteem still made him not answer Wang Fan's words at the first time.

Wang Fan looked at it, his face turned cold, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Why, don't you want to say it?"

"Humph!" Wang Fan snorted coldly, and the "snow" character on the forehead of the hell saint of hell immediately bloomed with golden brilliance. The hell saint's "ah" howl suddenly covered his forehead and fell to the ground and rolled. The tragic howling flame hall was roaring. At this time, the two were already in the nest of the hell saint - a big one made of fire cloud crystals. In the hall. Next to him, some of the servants of the hell saints huddled aside, watching their former leaders being tortured and dared not say anything. When Wang Fan returned here with the withered hell saint, they were frightened by Wang Fan's powerful pressure.

"Ah - it hurts me to death. It hurts me to death. Don't punish me anymore. I said, I said everything." For a moment, the saint of hell finally couldn't resist the pain that hurt into the bone marrow. Express submission to Wang Fan.

As soon as he waved his hand, Wang Fan snorted, "It's really a toast! It's enough to obey me as soon as possible. I have to use force. Come on, tell me all about this abyss. Remember, don't tell a lie. I can tell the truth from the false. If it hadn't been for my cherishing talents, I would have taken your memory directly out of your mind, but in this way, you would have become a waste. It's not my will. All right, you can talk about it!"

The saint of hell knelt down in front of Wang Fan, lowered his head, and the hatred on his face flashed, and began to tell.

"Report to the master, the whole abyss and I always have three saints, and the other two, one lives on the thirty-sixth floor and is called SaGa Saint. He is a saint with dark attributes and cultivates the dark field. The other is named King Ensheng. He is a strong dwarf, but his strength has reached the peak of the field and is the leader of the three of us. His field is strength. He is very powerful. In my hundreds of years, I have rarely seen legendary strong men who can fight against King's saints. Some people who come to communicate are almost defeated by him. And..."

With the endless narration of the saint of hell, Wang Fan roughly understood the situation of the abyss plane. After the introduction of Hell, Wang Fan said directly, "Fire, you are now sending a letter to the Saint Shaga and the King, saying that there is a big deal to discuss, and let them come here to get together quickly."

Fire said with some embarrassment, "Well, the three of us are the weakest in my strength. They are all saints who have understood the field. In the past, they invited me to go. If there is no suitable reason, I'm afraid they won't come..."

Wang Fan thought for a moment and said, "In this way, you can tell them that you have got the news of a treasure of a fallen god, and you can't go forward because of protecting important tokens. Ask them to come and discuss the matter immediately.

The hell was stunned: "God's treasure?!" After being stunned, he immediately reacted and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, master, I'll send them a letter."

After saying that, the Holy Man of Hell immediately stretched out his hand to his forehead. Two fiery red diamond-shaped blades as thin as silk slowly emerged from his forehead. The hell shouted, and the two roaring diamond-shaped blades broke the space and went to the unknown place. This is the unique summoning method of the sage of hell.

A moment later, a black light flew from the sky, fell directly into the hall, and came to the saint of hell. As soon as the saint of Hell pointed out, the black light turned into light and dispersed all over the sky. A loud and melodious voice came from the black light: "Fire, I have important guests at this time, and it is not easy to leave. If you are worried about the safety of the tokens, don't come to me to discuss with Shaga to protect the tokens. At that time, I will introduce you to a peerless strongman. If there is a real treasure, I believe that this guest will help us.

After saying this voice, Hell said to Wang Fan, "Master, this is the Holy One of Jin En. I guess someone came to visit him again.

Wang Fan waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. It's just right to have a guest to visit him. It doesn't matter if there is one more person or less."

At this time, a sharp and gloomy laughter came from the distant sky: "Ji Jie Jie!!! Fire boy, I didn't expect that your strength is not good, but you are lucky. Is what you said in the letter true? If there is news about the god's treasure, won't you swallow it alone? How can you invite me and King? You're not playing any conspiracy, are you?"

With this gloomy laughter, a thick black cloud quickly moved here from the distant sky, and the breath came to the hall. The dark clouds dispersed, and a thin and tall figure shrouded in black fog and wearing a black cloak appeared at the gate.

Under the black cloak, a pair of blood-red eyes are particularly conspicuous. As soon as the cloaked man came in, he saw Wang Fan, who was sitting in the main seat with a big knife and a golden horse. He glanced at the hell standing on the side. He immediately said in surprise, "Who are you? Why are you sitting there, hell boy, who is he? Didn't you say you wanted to discuss big things with me? Why are there outsiders here?

The hell immediately snorted coldly: "Shaga, please show respect. This is my master. Your Majesty the Great King. Why don't you kneel down and salute when you see my master!"

The hell scolded Shaga rudely, as if he didn't care that Shaga would be ashamed and angry at all. In fact, in his heart, he really wanted to provoke Shaga, and then use Wang Fan's hand to teach Shaga a good lesson. He has the lowest strength among the saints in the abyss plane. This Shaga always bullies him because of his high strength. This made the Fire extremely dissatisfied. Now he has become Wang Fan's slave. Seeing that Shaga still scolds himself at will as before, his dissatisfaction suddenly burst out: Why am I a slave or not? I want you to become a slave of the master.

With this idea in his heart, he did not hesitate to choose to anger Shaga.

Wang Fan glanced at the fire and fully understood the mental activities of the fire. But he didn't stop it. At a glance, this Sagar saint knew that he was the kind of reruly and gloomy person. It's impossible for him to submit sincerely. It can only be put into force.

The Sagrada saint was really angry when he heard this: "Bad boy, how dare you let me kneel? Why don't you die? I think you don't want to live. Do you think I will be afraid of you if you find a hairy boy who hasn't been weaned? I must teach you a lesson today. Let you know that Shaga's dark field is not vegetarian.

Fire sneered and said disdainfully, "Shaga, with your little ability, you dare to make a fool of yourself in front of my master. If you dare to disrespect my master, you really don't know whether you are alive or die. Now I'll teach you a good lesson for my master."

Shaga's eyes were blood-red by the fire, and the black cloak rose without wind. Under the cloak, Shaga's resentful voice squeezed out: "Fire, you are looking for death!"

With Shaga's cold voice, a gloomy black fog shrouded the hell saint at some point. Shaga suddenly shouted angrily: "Dark field - ghost! Kill it!"

With a "boom", the black fog suddenly thickened, turning the 100-meter space of the surrounding hall into a gloomy ghost. The sound of ghosts crying and howling came from the thick black fog. Hundreds of green ghost fires floated around the hell saint, and the cold ghost wind blew by, as if to take away people's souls. The hell felt as if he had fallen into an infernal hell in an instant.

The cold ghost wind blew, and the fire prison's brain was hot and painful. A cold wind penetrated his body. Even the flame magic power of cultivation could not stop the cold. This is the difference in strength between field legends and ordinary legends.

The hell was a little panicked and hurriedly asked for help: "Master, save me!"