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Chapter 1792 Deceiving the Heavenly Dao of the Hell World(2/2)

This time, a full stick of incense was consumed.

After burning the incense, a divine light appeared in Han Yang's hand.

The human demigod's eyes suddenly shrank.

This is obviously the light of supernatural power that belongs to human beings. What's going on...

Before he could figure out Han Yang's identity, he felt the slave ring being fastened again.

However, this time, the blessing of the Royal Slave Ring was no longer the power to imprison him.

Instead, there was a ripple-like divine light, blocking the hell realm and heaven from outside.

Allowing him to not be suppressed by heaven and exert 100% of his combat power.

The human demigods were stunned.

The opponent's methods are simply amazing.

This was not the end yet. Han Yang took out another jade slip and said: "You understand this method as quickly as possible. After that, I will help you quickly refine your divinity and reach the peak of the peerless demigod state!"

"..."

The human demigod was speechless.

After a long time, he said calmly: "This is Xiao Feng from Kunjie! Thank you so much for saving my life."

"Kill the demon for me as a thank you gift..."

Han Yang nodded warmly and said.



Lord's Domain, in a luxurious manor.

Mo Dieyun covered his face, his eyes filled with crazy killing intent.

"Despicable fox, you have caused me to be humiliated by His Highness. I will never let you go this time!"

He had previously informed Demon Fox Clan of their proposal.

The result was that I was scolded for a whole hour.

He didn't even understand why Mo Lingyun wanted to punish him.

Buzz!

At this moment, the sound transmission talisman on the waist of one of his pseudo-demigod guards vibrated.

Mo Dieyun's cold gaze swept across.

The guard hurriedly knelt down, trembling all over.

"Tell me, what is it that makes you dare to disturb me at this time?"

Mo Dieyu's eyes were cold.

The demigod hated the unsatisfactory fools under his command, so he could only respectfully offer the Sound Transmission Talisman.

"The true spirit of hell?"

Mo Dieyu narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of anger rising in his heart.
Chapter completed!
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