"Roar!" A roar came from the mouth of the demonized temple ascension. He ignored the others, and his ferocious figure flashed in front of Mo Fan.

The claws made of super alloy were shining with cold light and slapped straight at Mo Fan.

At the same time, the man in the Dark Catholic Arbitration Institute flashed in his eyes. In the formation around him, his hands were quickly stretched out, making a sound that made his scalp numb and grabbed Mo Fan.

The ancestor of the Qing Gang and the man in the Yin-Yang Divine Robe said nothing. One of them felt like he was holding a giant dragon in his hand, and the other had huge Yin-Yang patterns appearing in both hands, and rushed straight towards Mo Fan.

Phoenix gave these people a cold look, and a cold flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Fengqi." She pushed her hands up, and the flames in the white jade battle platform surged, and the flames swayed, as if they were welcoming something.

The next moment, on the top of the White Jade Battle Platform, a lifelike huge flame phoenix appeared in the sky and quickly formed, including the entire White Jade Battle Platform.

Before the phoenix could fall, the sharp claws of the demonized ascetic monk were only three fingers away from Mo Fan.

Mo Fan's mouth curled slightly and he smiled gently.

"I destroy your temple heritage, that's why your temple should be destroyed. If you don't believe that gods become demons, will it be useful?"

This ascetic monk should look different from the Temple Lord and Carter. Such a person cannot cultivate the eight-difficult divine body. However, since this ascetic monk is different from other temple members, he sees the temple doing things wrongly and not stopping it. He is not much different from those of the Temple Lord. It’s just that the Temple Lord is a lord, and he is behind the lord.

strength.

It is okay to use people as sacrifices in the temple, but it is not possible for others to destroy the temple. Such people should die.

He held the red lotus in one hand, his sword was as powerful as thunder, and then he rushed to the demonized and ascetic practice.

"Peng!" The sound of the air explosion sounded, the space shattered directly, and a white seal appeared on the hands of the demonized ascetic cultivator, and his huge body retreated.

However, Mo Fan was about to chase him and slash him with a sword, his feet suddenly tightened.

He frowned slightly and looked down at his feet. At some point, black hands passed through his territory and grabbed his legs firmly.

These black hands quickly moved up along his legs, and in a moment they wrapped their entire lower body around and penetrated into Mo Fan's body.

Mo Fan couldn't move wherever the black tentacles touched, as if this was not his.

"Judgement!" The man from the Dark Holy See smiled coldly and said in a low voice.

After the words fell, a huge black demon cross appeared behind Mo Fan.

The black hands wrapped around Mo Fan pulled out, and a phantom that was exactly the same as Mo Fan was pulled out.

A sound of thrusting silk sounded, and Mo Fan's phantom was tied to the black demon cross.

"Arbitration, Mo Fan, you can go to hell." The man from the Dark Holy See sneered.

This sanctioning ceremony uses his immortal body as a medium to summon the God of Soul and let the God of Soul judge and sanction the sanctioned person.

The entire ritual is an attack on the soul, and the cut parts will be pulled into hell.

That part disappears, that part cannot be used, and no one who is judged can survive.

As soon as this sentence was said, the Grim Reaper's Scythe, Jagged Tooth and other torture instruments stretched out from the black demon cross and slashed all at Mo Fan's phantom.

Not only did these torture instruments come to Mo Fan's side, but the Onmyoji who inverted Yin and Yang, the Qing Gang ancestor, the Dharma God and the Sea God also came to Mo Fan's body.

The dragon claws, the Yin-Yang disc like a millstone, the golden snake staff and the iron rod all smashed at Mo Fan with great power.

As soon as the four of them moved, the light shield that had just healed on the White Jade Battle Platform suddenly shattered, and a deep hole in the sky suddenly appeared.

Seeing the soul attack and the four-person attacks like heaven-collapsed attacks, Mo Fan's mouth curled slightly on the cross, and he smiled disapprovingly, not even looking at the demon behind him.

"Ros, the god of soul, just you, a little god, want to judge me?" Mo Fan said coldly.

He didn't know about this ceremony, but he knew very well the power borrowed from this ceremony.

Ross, who controls the soul of the demon race, is a very vulgar god of the soul master Harris.

When he was in the cultivation world in his previous life, Ross always called him Lord Lord God when he saw him, and he dared not be disrespectful at all.

This is not because of his medical skills or Shennong Sect, but because of his red lotus bloodline.

It is said that the soul god Harris was once a slave to the Red Lotus clan, and relied on the spiritual energy of the Red Lotus clan to condense the divine nature.

This has led to the Red Lotus clan's power immunity to the god of death, Ross, and is highly respected by Ross.

While speaking, a lotus appeared under his feet, and the beautiful petals were as charming as blood.

The lotus emits a light, protecting his soul inside.

Those death scythes, jagged teeth and other weapons touched his soul, and they passed through it like they encountered air without slashing it.

The sanction of the Grim Reaper's Scythe was invalid, and the black hand tentacle immediately retreated like a tide and returned to the feet of the man in the Dark Holy See.

The man looked stunned, his eyes full of disbelief.

He had used this ritual several times, but never such a thing had happened. The god was frightened by Mo Fan's words.

"Mo Fan, who are you?" asked the man from the Dark Holy See.

It is too incredible that Mo Fan can get rid of the gods.

"You don't have the right to know who I am, you should consider yourself." Mo Fan said calmly.

The man from the Dark Holy See frowned slightly, and felt his body tightening, and quickly looked down.

The black ghost hands he summoned extended out again, but instead grabbed his legs.

Before he could react, these black ghost hands had already reached into his body, and his body suddenly stiffened, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

Without him urging the ritual, a black demon cross appeared behind him.

A "hiss" sounded, and the black ghost hand pulled out, and his soul was then pulled out.

"This is impossible, no, no!" the man from the Dark Holy See struggled and shouted.

It was clearly a ceremony held by him, and Mo Fan did not hurt him, but he was killed by this ceremony himself. No one would be willing to accept it.

But under the Black Ghost, no matter how hard he tossed, he was still firmly fixed on the cross and cut the torture instruments into his soul.

"No, no, Mo Fan, you can't kill me, no, I'm dead, you can't live in peace." The man from the Dark Holy See shouted wildly. "I didn't want to be the first to kill you, but you used this ceremony to me. I don't want to kill you, and I can't save you, because this ceremony was not held by me, but you. As for whether I can live in peace, you don't have to worry about it, die!" Mo Fan

A calm way.

As soon as this was said, the torture instrument fell, and the soul of the man in the Dark Holy See was cut into pieces, and his body softened and his breath disappeared.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the side. "Mo Fan, it doesn't matter if you kill him, but you will die."
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