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When the Witch Heart Demon completely absorbed the power of the contracted dead soul, his entire body became a little distorted, and various messy sounds could be heard from his wriggling body from time to time.

The Witch Heart Demon at this time is simply a mixture of countless souls.

"Hehehe, my stupid son..."

Mephisto laughed, and he walked over, stepping on the ground with his red soles, leaving deep footprints. The giant hand grabbed it, and the Witch Heart Demon's body was like a child.

"Mephisto! I will kill you as..."

"Shut up, you idiot."

As soon as Mephisto waved his hand, he sent the Witch Heart Demon into the air. The terrifying power caused the witch heart demon's body to show signs of collapse immediately.

But in just a few seconds, many squirming substances gathered from all directions, repairing the Witch Heart Demon completely.

"You old bastard..."

The Witch Heart Demon stood up with a gloomy face, looked up at Mephisto's demon face, full of fear and resentment, and roared in a low voice, "It's like this again, you are like this again, cowardly you, you always like to use the way of life and death Treat me, even if I have the power to surpass you..."

"Beyond me? My stupid son, you seem to have misunderstood something. Even if I am just an insignificant clone now, it is not something you can shake."

Mephisto looked at his son with yellow eyes, as if he was observing some kind of strange animal with no brains. He rubbed the pointed long nails of his index finger and middle finger boredly, making a metallic sound, and said

"You don't understand anything at all. You, who think you have the truth, are just a ridiculous bug in my opinion. Think about it carefully, although you are my son, you are the most numerous and most powerful person in hell. Despicable hell worms, there is no essential difference, your brains are on the same level."

Mephisto showed deep malice, he glanced at the Witch Heart Demon dismissively, and didn't care about that poor strength at all.

A little power of the poor undead? Maybe it's strong enough to crush most superpowers on Earth, but that's it.

Mephisto kicked the heart witch who rushed up, and in the disbelieving and disillusioned eyes of the other party, he slowly reached out to the St. Van Gonzal contract that fell to the ground.

The role of the Saint Van Gonzal contract is to seal up a large number of undead. Compared with those undead whose rubbish can be wiped out with a single breath, this contract itself is the greatest treasure.

If Mephisto's body is here, he will never take a second look at this kind of thing. The problem that can be solved by the strength of the seventh level cannot be solved by the contract of San Van Gonza.

But if it falls into the hands of the avatar and is used to deal with specific groups of people, it will be very interesting.

It works wonders.

As the distance got closer, Mephisto's eyes flashed with eagerness, and he was about to get it, just as easy as harvesting souls in the past.

A portal suddenly appeared, and a hand stretched out from the door, taking away the San Van Gonzal contract with lightning speed.

Mephisto's smile froze suddenly, as if he saw the food at his fingertips being snatched away by a dirty hand, he became extremely gloomy, his eyes exuded a murderous intent, he turned his head suddenly, staring at the food in the dark Donnie walked over silently.

"I seem to understand why even your son looks down on you." Downey took off his hood and let it hang down at the back casually. From the wide sleeves of the black robe, Downey slowly stretched out his hand, revealing the stained cloth. dusty parchment.

"Saint Van Gonza, I was a little unsure at first, but I didn't expect you to really think about this thing..."

Downey was playing with the parchment, staring down with interest,

Look at the ancient devil characters densely packed like tadpoles on it, every word on it is filled with a strong breath of hell.

"How did you know so clearly..." Mephisto said grimly, "or, how could you find the location so accurately after getting the news, and snatch the contract on time..."

"What do you think, I will be entangled by Loki? Or be fascinated by the Destroyer armor? Of course, in my opinion, whether it is Loki or the Destroyer armor, they are far more important than you And you, no matter how I think about it, I think you are just a mouse in a dark corner."

Downey thought for a while, before Mephisto's twitching old face, he unceremoniously put the sheepskin roll into his pocket.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or because of a potential consensus, Downey and the Witch Heart Demon have surprisingly consistent views on Mephisto - a mouse.

The Witch Heart Demon laughed wantonly, thousands of various voices laughed from the Witch Heart Demon's body together, like the noise of all the pigs in a pig slaughterhouse, it sounded very disgusting.

Downey raised his hand slightly, and the fire source instantly lit up, and a large amount of fire power was released, smashing towards the Witch Heart Demon.

These energies are full of life-depriving destructive characteristics, between existence and non-existence, and their lethality to fragile souls is astonishing. In an instant, the Witch Heart Demon fell down, and most of the undead in the body were wiped out.

The body was also broken up.

But the remaining undead quickly gathered and reassembled into a new body. The deformed face of the Witch Heart Demon finally recovered after several changes, revealing infinite panic.

Downey was thoughtful. To a certain extent, the Witch Heart Demon at this time was similar in nature to his former enemy, the blood god Dickon. Both were immune to physical attacks, but their resistance to special powers was really not high.

Of course, the Witch Heart Demon thought that he had the blessing of magic power and demon power, so he was extremely arrogant.

But a group of fragile souls, facing Downey, are no different from meat pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Run away!"

"We are not his opponents, run away!"

Countless ear-piercing screams came from Wu Xinmo's body, and many undead urged Wu Xinmo to flee, if he didn't escape, he would die!

"Shut up, you humble undead! I am the master! I am the controller!" Witch Heart Demon covered his head, his eyes were red, and let out a low growl unwillingly.

The undead struggled even more, and even caused the witch's body to twist and deform again.

"What a pity..."

Downey glanced at the Witch Heart Demon with a look of indifference, and backhanded another burst of fire energy, which completely wiped out the Witch Heart Demon. His body was annihilated from the atomic level, and unless he had Doomsday cells, he would not be able to regenerate; on the soul, All the undead were defeated, turned into the most primitive soul power, and dissipated into the air.

Downey turned his head slowly, looked at Mephisto first, and said, "You two are worthy of being a father and son, you are not very good", and immediately set his sights on Modu who was always silent.

This reunion is really embarrassing.

After a moment of silence, before the gloomy-faced Mephisto could make a move, Downey suddenly said, "Mephisto, let's make a deal."

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