Chapter 390 End of the Debate

"Can't death or life be expelled? This dragon's blood is really interesting, Samair, you bring Lilith to me and let me have a look!"

"Is there nothing life and death can do? It seems that this blood with resentment is more mysterious than normal blood. Gabre, come forward and let me have a look!"

After Metatraon and the Haotian God in the skin of the Lord made a sound at the same time, Samar, who were there to help Lilith and Gabrill's treatment, stopped the treatment and took Lilith and Gabrelie to Metatlon and Haotian. Samair and Rafi told Metatlon and Hao Tianhou about some of the problems they encountered during their treatment, and helped Metalon and Haotian carefully observe the state of Lilith and Gabre, so that the gods on the side knew the difficulty of the blood of the magic dragon.

Listening to Samair's explanation, the three god lords, Mars, Light Tomorrow Lord and Janus, who looked at this place from afar, were different from Metatlon and Haotian's face. They all frowned and showed their fear of blood. The reason why Metatlon and Haotian's face did not change is that they condensed the wisdom of many worlds and were naturally fearless when they could easily see through the blood of the magic dragon that made the gods afraid.

As for Nyanus and the Lord of Light Tomorrow, these two experience the world are far better than the chaotic gods of Metatlon and Haotian. The reason why they can't see through the blood of this magic dragon is that the nature of Janus and Lord of Light Tomorrow makes them prefer to destroy or enslave the world, and they have never thought of integrating with the laws of the world. . Therefore, for Janus and the Lord of Tomorrow, not to mention learning local culture in the world and accumulating the wisdom of multiple worlds, it is a problem to ensure that they can exert all their strength in a sufficiently powerful world. How can they see through the blood of this magic dragon with a strong local world atmosphere?

Metatraon and Haotian looked at the blood solidified on Lilith and Gabrell, and their eyes were constantly flowing with light. They analyzed that this blood was condensed by extremely pure disaster, resentment bred by mixed-level strong men and a very near-perfect annihilation. After this dirty blood is formed, it can communicate countless evil spirits, dead, magic and other negative breaths in this world, so that this dirty blood can self-breed and evolve, and it is really for this reason that these dirty blood can resist the treatment methods of Samair and Raphael and continuously eroding Lilith and Gaberoding.

"I really didn't expect that the blood of this disaster magic dragon will be so troublesome after being stained with resentment, but this little bit can force you and me to take action in person..." Metatlon said, just paused, turned his eyes from Lilith's body to the ground, and looked at those who kept flowing demons. The dragon's blood said to Haotian, "The Lord, who claims to be omnipotent, you, who proclaims mercy and salvation, is really frightening!"

God is not a good calculating master. As soon as he heard the word omnipotence, he knew Metatron's calculation. Before he provoked the Lord, Janus and Mares to pursue his support, he said, "Mettatron, as the lord of hell, will argue with me for these mortals. ? If you are not strong enough, just say it directly. I won't laugh at you! After all, the reason why I took action just now is not because you can't solve the disaster dragon quickly. It's okay if you don't thank me! Are you still going to put the poop and urine basin on my head?"

"Not strong? Lord, are you laughing? Whether I am not strong or this magic dragon's blood is difficult to deal with, we will know if we try it!" Metaturon said, gently turning the book of original sin in his hand, making a ball of glazed glow steam out of the book of original sin, releasing the power of faith that was stolen by him and condensed in the book of original sin, forming a bright and peaceful scene around him. When the clouds dissipated, I saw that the drops were light gold, slightly golden, condensing countless beliefs, like an autumn harvest wheat field, with strong vitality ** sprinkled on Lilith

"Ah, ah, ah..." After a moaning and howling sound came from Lilith's mouth, wisps of strange smoke steamed out of the place where Lilith was stained with liquid droplets. The gods who could not analyze the smoke effect frowned. Among the God of War, a god who condensed similar to the conspiracy priesthood threw an unprepared spirit into those strange smokes under long-term puzzlement. After watching the spirit come into contact with smoke and turn into an irrational monster, the god's face changed slightly. Together with many gods of the same color, he showed resentment and stared at the system of the Lord's seat, showing the smell of targeted.

After feeling that more and more gods were showing their target and resentment against him, Haotian God, who was wearing the skin of the Lord, said to Metatroon, "If you are not strong, you still don't believe it. You have to show it here! It's not to mention that it's self-defeating, but also makes me angry with the gods•••••••”

Haotian suddenly paused when he said this. After thinking for a moment, he stared at Metatlon and said something with provocative and resentful tone: "Metatlon, you really have a heart! You can cure Lilith perfectly, but you deliberately let Lilith suffer and evolve these strange smoke. It's really easy to calculate! This small move made me covered up by the anger of the gods!"

After stiring up the discord, Haotian smiled at Metatlon before the gods reflected, "It's a pity, I used to be the secretary of heaven!" After all, there is a huge loophole in your calculation. How can you not know this treatment method when you are known as omnipotent as me?

After Haotian finished speaking, he took out a light scepter and shook it slightly to the void, so that the moonlight and the void sunlight on the nine heavens gathered in front of him. After Haotian extracted two mysterious drops from the moonlight, it was a flick, making the sun and moonlight fade away, and the void fell into a dark state. Ten thousand stars hung in the sky, making the falling starlight condense into a starlight droplet.

After the three mysterious drops of bright stars, silver light and golden glow were formed, they were affected by the light magic power of Haotian and condensed into a mysterious three-color**, showing an infinite mystery and making the gods look sideways. Haotian turned this drop into wisps of water vapor, and after scattering on Gabre, he saw that the blood was wiped out of the bait in an instant without leaving any trace.

"Haha•••••" Metatlon laughed when the gods condensed their eyes on him. He looked at Haotian and sneered without scrupulously, "Haotian, what are you kidding? I will know your method of condensing the three light holy water. Question mark This thing is from purple•••••”

"Metharon, you really pissed me off!" Before Metatlon finished speaking, Haotian let out an angry cry, and the light wheel in the back of his head rotated, like a wheel of bright sun in the sky, evolving into an infinite fantasy, so that thousands of scenery of red dust flashed in the form of mirages and watching flowers, showing Haotian's warning.

In the face of Haotian's warning and living in hell for a long time, Metatlon doesn't care. After all, Metatlon, who is not as good as Haotian's cultivation, already means that he has no intention to talk to Haotian. Therefore, when Metatlon shouted angrily in Haotian, he laughed at Haotian God and said, "What if I just pissed you off?" Have I provoked you less often? When have you given me retribution and inspiration?

"How about this time?" Hearing the sarcastic Haotian, after saying these words with a sneer, a bright rainbow light bloomed between his eyes, turned into two holy arrows, crossed time and space, appeared above Metalon's head, and hit Metatlon. Although Metatlon has all kinds of visions to protect, he can only protect himself, and can't resist the damage of the two holy arrows to the surrounding demons scattered after the collapse.

Metatlon saw countless demons serving him. After turning into ashes under the bright light, his face was cold and he wanted to take action. Before Metatlon took action, a majestic hell monarch, dressed in a blood-stained white robe, like a sage on the battlefield, stood up and shouted angrily at Haotian, "Lord, do you have this ability to sneak attack? And let me show you the progress of these beings we have been abandoned by you over the years!"

After saying his words, this demon monarch, like a sage, drew a divine rule in the void, condensing wisps of evil forces such as revenge, filth, dark sun, etc., fused with blood, turned into countless bloody flies, and flew to the angels under the Haotian table. Where these bloody flies pass, the blood and bad luck gushes like a tide, and the filth gods draw through the void, wisps of revenge, and the dark breath of the sun are constantly corroding the protective holy light of these angels.

Feeling the evil power on these flies, Gabrell, who had just regained his moon and flower appearance, shouted angrily, "Beelzebu, you deserve to die!"

After saying this, Gabriel took several other blazing angels, so that the sun-to-sun, holy and incomparable holy glory, evolved a brilliant haze like a rainbow to resist these bloody flies. As the white smoke steamed and the sound was endless, the haze continued to melt, and the flies flew around, making Gabriel, who supported the haze, feel great pressure with the blazing angel chiefs who took action together. Laguier and others frowned and hurriedly took action.

According to reason, several blazing angels and the holy glory evolved by a group of blazing angels should extremely restrain those bloody flies bred from evil forces. However, among the energy characteristics of these bloody flies, in addition to darkness and evil, there are two characteristics that are not easy to drive away and great stickiness. Therefore, the haze evolved by these bright and holy glory cannot perfectly restrain the blood flies. Let the angels in the haze have a strange feeling of wind and cold limbs.

Looking at the angels getting sick, the hell monarch named Besib laughed•••••

ps: The plot is expected to have problems, so some side branches need to be cut off. The plot in the next few days will be more strange. Please forgive me...