Meiman: Get the Pleasant Goat template at the beginning

Chapter 143 The Devil's Hospitality!
"Why didn't you grab that guy with the hole in his head just now?"

After the reverse lightning disappeared, Mr. Banana became bolder.

"I can answer your 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, matching the night, he naturally felt a sense of terror.

Mr. Banana shuddered, covered his mouth with his hands, shook his head like a rattle, and didn't want to get involved with these things at all.

"Since you don't want to risk your life, then obediently do as I tell you to make sure you survive safely!"

No matter what, Mr. Banana is also a master who came out of the powder pile, and he is always uneasy in his heart, wanting more guarantees.

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

"A good lightning running shoe turned me into a means of transportation, it seems a bit wasteful!"

Ian now has four templates of Pleasant Goat, Orange Liuxiang, Pigman, and Jackie Chan, as well as the magic he learned from Karma Taj. He should find time to sort out his skills.

He used two things at once, thinking about his skills in his head, running with both feet non-stop, shuttling through the city, returning to the hotel in a few minutes, throwing Mr. Banana out, and returning to his room.

He put away the lightning running shoes at the door, opened the door carefully, and when he walked in, he saw Big Big Wolf sitting in the living room, surrounded by various tools, and was making a cross-latitude teleportation device.

"Rachel is already sleeping in the master bedroom, do you want to go in?" Big Big Wolf kept his hands on, winking at Ian.

"I'm not that beasty yet!" Ian pointed his middle finger at the greasy middle-aged male wolf, fell down on the single-seater sofa, hugged the soft pillow with both hands, and complained: "How is the development progress of your teleportation device?" ?”

"Failure." Big Big Wolf threw the tool in his hand on the table and lay down on the sofa. The whole wolf turned gray and white: "Even with the data of your two world travels, my device can only observe the DC world." Information about parallel universes. The barrier between the universe and the universe in this world is weaker than I expected, and opening the portal is not so troublesome."

"But I can't find the Qingqing Grassland, there is a use for it!"

Ian fell on the sofa, and after listening to Big Big Wolf's complaint, he asked back: "You don't need to rush to open the portal at all! You can create a communication channel first, contact Qingqing Grassland, and let the village chief work with you, isn't it? simpler?"

Slow Sheep and Big Big Wolf are equally great scientists in the eyes of others, but in fact their research directions are quite different.

The village head specializes in theory, and Big Big Wolf specializes in application.So in this matter, the village head actually has an advantage over Big Big Wolf.

"Yup!"

Big Big Wolf sat up in an instant, and a light bulb lit up above his head: "Transmitting information is much easier than directly transmitting a living person."

"It's all your fault."

He pointed to Ian and said, "After staying with an illiterate like you for a long time, the IQ of a great scientist like me has become lower. So you have to study hard, and don't hold me back, Big Big Wolf."

"Fuck you heartless!"

Ian directly smashed the pillow in his hand on Big Big Wolf's head, knocking him down on the sofa.

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

Ian knew that Big Big Wolf was joking, so he didn't use much force and just shook it lightly.

Big Big Wolf was eager to experiment with new ideas, got up from the sofa and waved his hands, and then started a new experiment.

Ian didn't bother him, leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, and a few seconds later, there was a soft snoring sound in the room.

"Where is the sound of the waves coming from?"

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

He opened his eyes, he was still in the hotel, Big Big Wolf was busy making brand new machines not far away.

And in the gap between the material and spiritual boundaries, a sea of ​​blood gushed out from 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 lay hands on my soul."

Ian realized what happened in an instant, and realized that the enemy this time was not an ordinary person like the Suicide Squad and the Savage's Daughter, but probably some great demon.

Generally speaking, such magic is enough to take away any soul in the material world, but it is not effective for Ian.

His soul is immortal and unique. Although he is no different from ordinary people, he will show something different when he is attacked.

If the demon who cast this magic just wanted to transfer Ian's soul, it would be 100% successful, but the sea of ​​blood created by the opponent obviously contained other curses, which triggered Ian's soul characteristics.

Which demon took the initiative to come to the door?

Ian looked at the countless arms protruding from the sea of ​​blood, and thought for a few seconds. Using the projection of the spirit body, the soul actively left the body, let those arms grab him, and sank into the sea of ​​blood little by little.

The enemy is coming, if he backs down, wouldn't it be too embarrassing.

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

The ocean of blood was indeed not just a transfer magic. Ian's soul was immersed in the blood, and he saw countless people being tortured in his eyes, and the wailing and screaming of men and women lingered in his ears.

Those suffering souls saw a living soul, under the torment of pain, issued countless curses, which fell on Ian's soul, but slipped down instantly without leaving any mark.

"These are all fakes, illusions created by magic!"

Ian looked at the souls surging around and shook his head. The soul is the most important thing for a devil, and it would never be placed in front of other people so directly.

The sea of ​​blood quickly gathered, and brought Ian's soul across the space distance of the material world, appearing in the front yard of a manor near the sea.

Ian remained in a spirit state, suspended in mid-air, and saw that the entire manor exuded the smell of sulfur from the devil, and there were countless distorted faces whose souls were bound and tortured.

"It's really rampant. It doesn't hide it at all. Do you really think there is no mage in the material world who can subdue them?"

Hearing the looming wailing in his ears, Ian made up his mind and flew towards the manor.

There is nothing special in the front yard of this manor, artificially transplanted turf, with some naturally growing coconut trees planted on it.

Other than that, the standout is a regular Toyota sedan.

Ian skimmed over these things and came to the main entrance. Just as he was about to use the wall penetration technique to directly enter the door, the wooden door opened by itself, and a pig-headed man emerged from inside.

"Welcome, new guest. Please enter freely, I've always wanted to say 'by free will'."

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

One of the benefits of the soul state is that you can always see the essence of creatures like demons.

"It turned out to be a succubus!"

Ian shook his head, tut tut and said, "I even chose the image of Animal Farm, it's quite cultured!"

A succubus doesn't just turn into a woman with big breasts. Those with a higher status will create a more influential identity for themselves in human society.

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

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

The house was not clean, the carpet that hadn't been washed for a long time was covered with dust, the lime powder walls were cracked, and the corners of the walls were covered with cobwebs, and even fist-sized spiders could be seen spinning their webs.

"Can a spider this big also spin a web?"

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

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

"Hey, boy, wherever your soul comes from. Listen to me and get out of this place right now."

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

"Are you Chas Chandler? A friend of John Constantine?"

Ian didn't retract his arm, and tentatively asked the other party's identity.

The man who looked ordinary nodded in surprise: "Although Johnny is very famous, I haven't been with him for a long time. How do you know me?"

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

He probably figured out what happened this time. Dr. Fate threw out such a heavyweight item as the Heaven Pass, and the demons in hell were also ready to move.

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

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

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

"He didn't listen to my advice, and walked into the inner room by himself." Chas felt that Ian knew Constantine and was floating in the air in the state of a soul, so he must be a magician.

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

This oil painting is so realistic, the rampant demons are lifelike, the blood flowing from their mouths seems to flow out of the frame, their evil eyes look at Ian, trying to drag this floating soul into the frame.

"Go away!"

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

He swung his arm violently and threw it forward. The silver thunder covered the silver spear formed by the gathered torches, and roared away from his palm to penetrate the air, leaving a bright trail of light in the living room.

"King power, boy!"

The light of thunder filled the whole living room, and the crackling sound of thunder and lightning seemed to be an order from the king, and with unquestionable power, it hit the oil painting right in the middle.

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

"what have you done?"

"These souls are the treasures of Master Belur, you dare to destroy them."

The pig-headed succubus looked at the burning oil paintings in the hall, his eyes were bloodshot, he let out a roar, and changed his appearance instantly.

His body began to swell, tearing his suit into rags, two fangs sprang out from his protruding mouth, and his legs arched towards Ian like a hill.

"Crazy, you really think I'm a piece of fat on the cutting board."

"As a demon who specializes in deceiving people, I don't know whether to call you stupid or naive."

Although Ian had no body, he still mercilessly mocked the succubus who had lost his mind.

Chas looked at the pig-headed demon like a hill, his scalp was numb, and anxiously tried to dissuade Ian, saying, "This guy has gone berserk, so don't provoke him."

"Okay, listen to you."

Ian spread his hands, stopped talking, and moved at the same time, avoiding the crazy big pig.

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

"Child over there, quickly fire another thunder gun and kill this pig!"

Chas is not as chic as Ian, he can only keep running, looking for hiding gaps in the small space.

Ian was floating on the ceiling, watching the thunder of the gods' torches jump on all the paintings, destroying and freeing the souls inside.

"The torch of the gods is suppressing these crazy souls, and it can't be used now."

Ian shook his head and raised his right hand. The turbulent wind came from outside the house along with his thoughts, compressed continuously, and fell with his right hand.

laugh!
The gust of wind compressed into a blade, and as Ian's hand fell, it slashed on the demon who turned into a pig, instantly splitting the thick pigskin, cutting off the muscle tissue, and then stuck on the bone.

Painful wailing came from the pig succubi's mouth, its eyes were only the color of blood, the magic power began to burn, and the injured body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The soul in the oil painting rushed outward regardless of 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 party, so he took out the Sword of the Brave and the Sword of the Holy Way, and controlled them to fly towards the demon's wound with strange power.

Chi, chi, chi—

The exorcism power of the Sword of the Brave and the righteousness of the Holy Dao Sword destroyed the magic power of the demon in a bursting gesture, and the body that lost its support also began to melt and turn into black smoke.

The devil let out a more painful wail that spread throughout the manor, fell to the ground and kept rolling, crushing everything in the living room to pieces.

Ian appeared above the demon, his arms entwined with air flow opened suddenly, and two swords were connected to the other end, along the gap between the bones, tearing open the flesh and crushing the magic power.

hum!

Realizing that being big is not a good thing, the demon shrinks and tries to use magic.

But it's too late!

Ian was close to the demon, waving his arms, and the sword of the brave and the sword of the holy way turned into two lights, flying up and down along the demon's body, cutting off all the flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton.

When the demon returned to human form, all he had was a pig's head and flesh.

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

"I'll come back from hell, demons don't die!"

"I don't think so."

Ian hooked his fingers, and the Sword of the Brave and the Sword of the Holy Path pierced the demon's eyes, shattered its brain, and began to destroy its soul.

"You have only one ending today, and that is to completely disappear from all worlds."

"As soon as you enter the door, you will kill my slaves and destroy my collection of paintings. This is not the way to be a guest!"

A tongue with a faint purple light protruded from the room and wrapped around the two swords.

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