However, at this time, Zhan Feihong had already traveled a long, long distance.

When the Immortal Emperor controlled Michael's angel skin to capture the last trace of Taoism, he could see the scenery of hell from wherever he was.

"I asked why I can't catch this little bastard these days. It turns out he's walking with that old monster...!"

Staring at the various scenes of hell, Michael's face darkened and he sighed angrily.

Although he was determined to rush into the hell area and continue the pursuit, after all, this game of chess has its rules. Without the advancement of the military line, the general cannot easily overstep his duties, otherwise he will be punished by "the old man above"

punish.

Even though the Immortal Emperor was the supreme being in the immortal world, he still didn't have the courage to try to challenge the rules set by the old man, so he finally suppressed the indignation in his heart and traveled back.

"call--"

Hiding in the dark and observing Michael carefully, Zhan Feihong didn't come out until he completely disappeared.

"Humph, are you sometimes afraid?"

With a flash of disdain in his eyes, he shook his head and continued running for a distance into the depths of hell before returning to Tai Chi territory.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of new angels that he had transformed, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

You must know that these angels are a collection of elites under Metatron. They are more brave and capable than the angels who guarded the border before. Now they have worshiped Feihong as a god and replenished their persistence in faith. Naturally, they are absolutely powerful.

A fighting force.

With this fighting power, Zhan Feihong may not be able to directly conflict with Lucifer, who is controlled by the Demon King, but if he keeps accumulating like this, sooner or later he will have to turn the tables and completely overthrow the opponent!

Because he understands that for an old demon like the Demon King who has been practicing for countless years, lying is as simple as breathing. No matter how powerful a being is, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Therefore, Zhan Feihong will never sit still and wait for death. As long as there is a possibility of accumulation, he will control more trump cards at all costs.

"Next, let's see if we can repair Metatron's wings..."

After roughly counting the numbers, he turned his attention to Metatron, who was forcibly suppressed by more than a dozen archangels.

Having lost his angelic wings as a Taoist institution, Metatron has begun to transform into a demon.

The more powerful the angel is, the shorter the transformation process is. With the collapse of the Taoist institution, the large amount of sacred origin cannot stop showing signs of running wild, and is eventually completely distorted.

Therefore, Metatron, one of the seven archangels, will degenerate into a demon within a few hours.

And with his strength, after his fall, he was at least the most pinnacle among Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demons, and even reached the level of the Seven Lords of Hell in one fell swoop.

Looking at the edge of the wound that had gradually turned into black, Zhan Feihong asked thoughtfully: "I believe you have heard of me. Are you willing to worship me as a god?"

At this time, Metatron's eyes were already full of chaos caused by the collapse of Taoism. When he heard Zhan Feihong's question, he almost exhausted all his strength before he reluctantly replied: "Beasts from another world,

I will never compromise with you!"

"If you don't compromise, you will become a devil."

He stretched out his hand and touched the smooth wings, Zhan Feihong shook his head regretfully.

Although Metatron dismissed Zhan Feihong's regrets, he still could not reduce the sorrow in his heart.

The more a high-status angel exists like him, the less he can accept the fact that he is about to degenerate into a demon. After all, he and the demons have been at odds with each other for so many years, but now he is about to become a dirty creature like them, and there will never be any more.

Just thinking about half the dignity of an angel makes me feel extremely humiliated.

"Kill me...kill me——!!"

His expression was full of torture, and Metatron became more and more horrified as he thought about it, almost having a mental breakdown and roaring.

"I won't kill you."

Slowly retracting his arm, Zhan Feihong squinted his eyes and said, "I will give you a while to choose. Surrender to me and retain your dignity as an angel, or degenerate into a demon and send you into the hands of Lucifer."

After saying that, he ignored the other party and walked directly to the place where the complete Bible was placed.

"This is the fourth Father God's Noble Phantasm."

After taking a look at the complete version of the Super Bible, Zhan Feihong didn't say much and absorbed the large-scale heavenly veins hidden in it into his body.

After a period of transformation, he slowly exhaled, and then glanced at Huang Wanqin and Liu Miao'er, who were silently paying attention to him.

With the absorption of this large heavenly vein, although it was not enough to help him reach the peak level of a fourth-grade true immortal in one fell swoop, it allowed him to understand a lot of things.

"Wanqin, come here."

Putting Huang Wanqin, who was leaning against her side, into his arms, he took advantage of the situation and took Raphael's disk-like Father God's treasure.

An extremely complicated Taoist structure was seen twisting and turning between the palms of his hands, and Zhan Feihong finally turned the disk into a ball of white light.

Putting the light in his mouth, he held the other person's soft face without saying a word, and guided it into Huang Wanqin's throat bit by bit through the mutual assistance and entanglement of vitality and white light!

When the harmony between the two was completely stable, Zhan Feihong's ten fingers slipped on Huang Wanqin's slender neck and began to create extremely precise Tao techniques.

"itch……"

As he knitted, Huang Wanqin felt that her throat became more and more hot and itchy, and she couldn't help but gasp.

"Wanqin, can you speak?"

Hearing this voice, Huang Wanqin and Liu Miao'er were both startled, and then looked at each other in disbelief.

"My...my voice has recovered?"

Blinking her eyes in surprise, Huang Wanqin took a while to wake up from her daze, and then she couldn't help but shed crystal tears from her eyes.

In fact, her voice is not just restored. Since Zhan Feihong used Raphael's Father God's Noble Phantasm to compile her voice, Huang Wanqin's casual words now have the super effect of a hymn.

Moreover, her pair of green wings also grew wider and brighter again because of this Noble Phantasm, which turned into sound rays. Even the second pair of young wings began to show shadows.

The only pity is that her current body of flesh and blood has not yet reached that of an angel, so it only increases her strength, but cannot extend her fragmented lifespan.

"Phenom, Phenom, Phenom, Phenom, Phenom, Phenom——!!"

Until her voice was completely repaired by Zhan Feihong, Huang Wanqin couldn't help calling her husband's name, venting the longing that had been difficult to express for so many days.

Later, without waiting for Zhan Feihong to make any reply, she hugged him tightly and hugged him crazily.

Seeing Huang Wanqin and Zhan Feihong being so unrestrained, Kitty Girl blinked her eyes with a blush on her face, and tugged at the corner of Zhan Feihong's clothes with her trembling little hands.
Chapter completed!