"My name - Diapolo. King of Fear and Destruction!"

The huge demon said sternly. Every time he spits out a word, his body becomes clearer. When he spits out the last syllable, Zhang Yang can already see the complete form of Diapolo.

Diabolo is nearly 100 meters tall, and his huge body almost fills the entire void. Zhang Yang can only look at Diabolo in a 100-meter-diameter black sphere.

Above the huge demon's corners, red light flashed, and behind the strong body was a huge swaying tail. Sharp bone spurs pierced from Diapolo's back, and the white spurs were terrifying and ferocious, and at the top it turned out to be purple-black.

The most terrifying thing is that terrifying lines spread out on Diapolo's chest. Among these lines that are several meters deep like gullies, purple-red magma actually flows. Every time Diapolo says a word, flames spew out of his terrifying mouth, and his eyes are also filled with purple light, which is flashing with breathing!

"I'm very happy to see you!" Zhang Yang gave a slight salute.

"Human, put away your hypocritical face." Diapolo said angrily, "Today, I will completely tear your hypocritical face to pieces, so that you can experience the torture of hell's anger!"

Diapolo opened his mouth and a purple-red lightning flashed out of his mouth. Zhang Yang's face changed. This time, he did not rely on the black sphere to resist, but his body suddenly retreated. The black sphere also shrank in an instant and disappeared. Zhang Yang stood in the air, looking at Diapolo with a serious face, and a huge space crack in the void that was sprayed out by purple lightning. After more than ten seconds, the crack slowly healed, and during the healing process, the purple lightning continued to rage.

"I'm not here today to fight," Zhang Yang said seriously. "I think you have overlooked a very simple and easy-to-understand fact that the enemy's enemy is a friend, and even if it is not a friend, it can be a short-lived ally. And now, the biggest enemy of humans and demons is Juemon. Can't we sit down and have a good talk?"

"Hmph!" Diapolo snorted coldly, and the scorching flames spurted out from his nostrils. "Cunning humans, dirty hypocrites, your body, and your blood are always emitting the stench of Bai Meng's body. Do you think I will believe you?"

Zhang Yang smiled wryly and said, "I wonder if you have ever heard an old saying in the human world: Only by knowing yourself and knowing others can you win every battle. If I don't seriously analyze the power of Bai Meng, what will I use to fight against him? You are right. I have already begun to try to simulate Bai Meng's power, so you have such a misunderstanding."

"quibble!"

Diapolo didn't listen to Zhang Yang's explanation at all. He raised his thick arms and a pale flashed away. Zhang Yang suddenly found that the space around him suddenly solidified, and with him as the center, pale apertures appeared in the void. The next moment, huge bone spurs suddenly emerged from the aperture, and then closed each other, directly forming a huge bone staple, locking Zhang Yang firmly in the void.

"Baimon deceived my brother. The great King of Demon God, Lord of the Nine Prisons - Bar. He even stole his power! This is an unforgivable sin." Diapolo took a step forward, and the whole space moaned unwillingly, and even terrifying space cracks began to float around Diapolo.

I saw him stretching out his big hand and grabbing the bones that were trapped by Zhang Yang in his hand. He pulled Zhang Yang closer to him, and Zhang Yang could even feel the terrifying flames surging out of Diapolo's mouth.

"As a human being, you are indeed very powerful. But compared to the great demon god, you are too weak." Diapolo opened his mouth again, and could see a purple lightning taking shape in his mouth!

"This is really not fun." Zhang Yang smiled bitterly, instantly overwhelmed by the purple lightning...

In the City of Miracles, in the Brilliant Hall, Bai Meng sat upright on the throne and looked into the distance. He didn't move, as if he had been sitting here for thousands of years. War and death stood beside him, and the two Apocalypse Knights lowered their heads fiercely, and they didn't even dare to breathe. In this Brilliant Hall, Bai Meng's incomprehensible powerful power was filled with. In the eyes of the two Apocalypse Knights, this was the power of God!

"Have you replied to the legendary powerful man sent out?" After a long time, Bai Meng, who seemed to be a stone sculpture, finally withdrew his gaze. He slowly closed his eyes and asked.

The war took a step forward and then knelt on one knee: "Master, except for the four Jedi legends sent to the front line, the remaining six people have no reply."

Baimon said thoughtfully: "It seems that Gael is hiding very deeply. No wonder he can escape my eyes! But their existence has had an impact on my plan, and this impact is expanding step by step. Especially the so-called Great Monarch, I need to get all their information."

The war lowered its head deeper, and he replied respectfully: "I am willing to go and investigate!"

Bai Meng slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the war.

When the war felt his breathing stagnant, he felt as if a thousand pounds of burden was pressing on his shoulders, and his legs even shattered the floor.

"No need." Baimond withdrew his gaze, "I have another task assigned to you."

At this time, Death also knelt on one knee and said with the war: "Please give orders by your master."

Bai Meng stood up, he raised his head and looked at the moving portrait of the woman at the top of the glorious hall. The originally sharp eyes were a little gentle: "I need you two to go to the ninth floor of hell. My old friend Zhang Yang is trying to convince those proud demons at this moment. He is ready to unite and become enemies with me. Although I am not afraid of the joining forces between the demons and Zhang Yang, this is a trouble after all. And I hate trouble, which will waste my time, and every minute and every second of waste is something I can't tolerate. I have been waiting for a thousand years, and my patience has been exhausted by these stupid guys. So I don't want to wait any longer!"

War asked respectfully: "Master, what do you need us to do?"

"Although you two are among the Four Knights of Apocalypse, the gap between you and the chosen people of God is too great." Baimeng finally relucted to withdraw his gaze, "My brother Caesar is content with the status quo. He does not have the awareness and courage that a noble Emote should have. So although he chose you and gave you strength, it is not enough. If you want to face Zhang Yang or the Demon God, your power is too weak."

Hearing this, war and death raised their heads at the same time, their eyes full of excitement, and finally made them wait. The desire for power has exceeded their loyalty to Caesar. If Baimon had not given them strong enough power, they would never have betrayed Caesar.

"I admire your eyes very much." Baimon smiled, "greedy and full of desire. Only those who have such eyes can gain my strength and become my God's chosen people."

Baimeng said here, slowly stretching out his right hand: "I, the great demon god, the supreme Lord God - Baimeng. At this moment, we will call you to be elected and give you strength."

By the way, a scarlet blood mist lit up on his right hand. He stretched out his index finger and stabbed into the forehead of war: "I give you new life and the power of war pupils. No matter what the powerful enemy is facing, you can perfectly copy their combat skills and take them for your own use. I will give you a new title - the war madman!"

As soon as Bai Meng finished speaking, a roar suddenly broke out in war, and bloody mist penetrated into his forehead from Bai Meng's fingertips, and then a blood-colored circle was drawn on his forehead!

If you look closely, you can see that the blood-colored circle is slowly rotating. When Bai Meng retracts his fingers, a blood-colored eyeball grows from the blood hole. This eyeball has a cross-shaped pupil, which actually has a faint golden color.

By looking at Death, this time blackness spreads over his right hand, and he stretches out his hand and presses it on Death's left shoulder: "I give you new life and gives you the ability to hold the death. As long as the place where your left hand touches, no matter what object will rot, destroy, and eventually die on your left hand. I will give you a new title - Death Walker!"

I saw the painted black mist split into countless thin black lines like tentacles, wrapping Death's left arm layer by layer. Death's face was full of pain, but he gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with irrepressible madness. He could feel an unprecedented force forming in his body in his left arm. When the black mist dissipated, Death's left arm had stretched to about two meters and hanged directly to the ground. The painted black skin was covered with black barbs, and the five fingers formed five sharp thorns like sharp daggers.

"War Madman, Death Walker." Baimon said, the two Apocalypse Knights who had evolved at this moment were respectfully underground. From their trembling bodies, they could feel the extremely fanatical mood.

"Don't let my expectations of you. Entering hell, I don't expect you to defeat Zhang Yang or kill the demon god. Your only task is to block Zhang Yang in hell." Bai Meng said with a smile, "Let him have no time to clone until my mutant army completely destroys the City of Hope until I collect enough souls. Do you understand?"

"As you wish, respected master!" The war madman and the death walker showed hideous smiles. They stood up at the same time and walked into the portal constructed by Baimeng! (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!)
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