"How could it be disconnected? What happened?" The godfather of the Ukrainian Church looked back in surprise. There were several island mountains across a large area of ​​sea, and the torches seemed less obvious.

The ceremony broke!

The evil power of faith that should have been injected continuously disappeared!

The problem is, even if the ceremony surrounded by torches is gone, and there are so many Cretan believers, how could it be possible to cut off the connection between faith in one go?

Without rituals, the power of the three-pointed sword magic tank will be reduced at most, and it will not be directly lost like it is now. Even the basic 200-meter body size cannot be supported.

The Zhuoyuan Tianhuo burned the three-pointed sword demon panpi completely rotted, and the muscles inside that looked like large water pipes were also burned. The three-pointed sword demon pan wailed in pain and kept drilling under the ocean.

The deeper the sea water, the lower the temperature. The three-pointed sword demon tank wanted to use this method to reduce pain, but the heavenly fire is the heavenly fire. Even if it reaches thousands of meters of water, the heat of the heavenly fire has not decreased at all.

"A villain, I know I've escaped in the desert?" Mo Fan stared at the bottom of the sea and saw the huge fire man moving below.

"Little Yan Ji, I'll send him a Heavenly Fire Picture to the West!" Mo Fan said.

Locking the position of the three-fork sword Titan, Mo Fan flew over it, and the long flame tail dragged out bright red trajectories, interlaced in the dark night.

A fire pattern with a diameter of seven or eight hundred meters gradually emerged, looking like a diamond-shaped fire parasol.

The sky fire umbrella map is hanging, and a completely mirrored fire umbrella map is reflected at the bottom of the ocean. The flame lines on the edge are connected in a vertical axis at this time!

"Puff puff puff!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In an instant, the Heavenly Fire Umbrella Map, which reflects the heaven and earth, turned on the fire-breathing mode at the same time, and saw the Nine Palace Fire pillars with hundreds of times more powerful running up and down, instantly filling the entire area between the Heavenly Fire Umbrella Map.

The three-pointed sword demon tank was first rushed up by the fire pillar erupting from the mirrored sky fire umbrella diagram below, and suddenly rose four or five hundred meters. Then the sky fire umbrella diagram above washed down, triggering another terrifying flame hedging wave at the center point, which baptized the three-pointed sword demon tank in full!

"Little Yan Ji, increase the firepower and make a full-fledged Titan." Mo Fan said to Xiao Yan Ji.

Queen Yan Ji can quench it. Mo Fan constantly washed the flames in the Sky Fire Umbrella picture on the three-pointed sword demon tank. Queen Yan Ji added firewood next to her to increase the temperature of the flame.

The higher the temperature, the cleaner it burns. The three-pointed sword magic tank is no longer simply because of its muscles being burned. The first one to be burned was its two arms, which were burned from the shoulder position.

The back of the three-fork sword demon tank was burned through, and the Tianhuo burned through its position means that the Silver Moon Titan giant could not have a way out.

"The organs left behind are sold for money, and the others are burned." Mo Fan said.

Queen Yan Ji worked harder, and the temperature of the fire that was quenched was getting higher and higher. It is estimated that even the top crystals could be burned.

The spine was burned, the head began to be burned, and all the limbs were gone. The vitality of the three-pointed sword magic tank was exaggerated and tenacious. In this case, it could still struggle, and other incomplete parts of the body were rushing around.

But this cannot change the fact that it has perished. Even if many parts of its body escape from the Heavenly Fire Umbrella Diagram, the continuous heavenly fire will still stick to it like a ghost until it burns to the point where nothing remains.

The godfather of the Uk Church had already shown a look of despair in the flames.

He still couldn't understand why his three-pointed sword magic tank could not even take over a small magician, and he couldn't understand how the powerful power of faith would disappear in an instant.

"You should empathize with your demon pet. I will use a relatively stable flame to slowly burn you to death. In this process of life and death, you should reflect on what things you did that are worse than beasts." Mo Fanfei flew to the godfather of the Wu Church and said.

"How could God defeat you mortals? God cannot defeat you!!" The godfather of the Uk Church cried wildly.

Mo Fan would give him time to understand the problem repeatedly, but he would not think about it so comfortably.

"Mo Fan, let me deal with this guy." At this time, Mu Bai's voice came from afar.

"You want to have a vital anatomy?" Mo Fan asked in confusion.

"He has evil power of faith... Well, I'll explain it to you slowly after I go back, and leave this guy to me to deal with it." Mu Bai said.

"Okay, but don't make him too comfortable." Mo Fan said.

"Don't worry, I guarantee that he is more miserable than any guy. Every person who uses evil power is equivalent to borrowing usury. The time to enjoy it is over. It's time to die but not die, but not live!" Mu Bai said.

"By the way, you just said that you believed in evil power... Well, yes, you woke me up. This guy's power is very close to a certain mental illness." Mo Fan said.

"Speak slowly after you go back."

"Well, how is Lao Zhao dealing with it?" Mo Fan asked.

"have no idea."

...

Next to the whirlpool, in a golden lattice shield, Zhao Manyan took a sip of the Alpine mineral water taken out of his space bracelet. This cold and lubricating mouth seemed to wash the dryness and heat of his throat at once, so he continued.

"Being a man should be as strong and lasting as me. Women don't like you guys who are as energetic as tigers and often 50%!"

Around Zhao Manyan, more than a dozen leaders of the Demonic Guild were as uncomfortable as eating stones in the pit. Their magical powers were almost exhausted, but they had not hurt a single hair of others. After practicing magic for most of their lives, they felt that they were playing with glass beads!

"A group of men who are not good at it, why do you play with me... Cough cough!" Zhao Manyan found that he was too immersed in the show, so he hurriedly changed his words, "This is the end of today's symposium. I will give each of you a big, hard and thick!"

With one hand raised, Zhao Manyan suddenly slapped the earth-type magic energy to the ground with a little accumulation of strength.

The earth trembled, and suddenly thick and hard rock pillars rose from the ground!

All of them appeared were at the feet of the leaders of the Dalang Guild. These leaders were exhausted by magic, and suddenly they rose up from their crotch, and they rushed to the sky in one go.

"How about it, are your Dad Zhao's more than a dozen hard sticks comfortable??" Zhao Manyan said.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have fun, there's still something here!"
Chapter completed!