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Without even thinking about it, Abaddon rushed over, and kicked in the air!

Shipley's eyes suddenly opened, and the light energy originally bound to his body disappeared instantly.

Metatron clearly felt a strange twist in time.

Shipley, who was lying down, suddenly disappeared in place, and suddenly appeared behind Abaddon.

Abaddon's flying kick hadn't retracted yet.

Shipley's hand had already grabbed his neck, and his five fingers slowly tightened.

This series of events happened in an instant.

Isfiel raised his hand, and the electric light converged towards Shipley from all directions.

The intense light forced Beelzebub and Metatron to look away.

"Hehe..." Abaddon raised his head, feeling that he had lost control of his body and could not move at all. The sly laughter of the God of Chaos seemed to be faintly heard in his ears.

Shipley's body was shocked by the electric shock, as if he didn't feel any pain, he just kept tightening his hands.

Beelzebub narrowed his eyes, and repeated his old trick, using manipulative techniques to manipulate the clothes on Shipley's body.

The sound of tearing was drowned out by the sound of electric shocks.

Shipley's clothes were completely torn, without a single thread.

Isfiel's figure suddenly appeared behind Shipley.

Beelzebub was taken aback for a moment, and was about to explain why he blocked my sight.Isfiel has already punched it out!

Shipley was beaten and flew out, and Abaddon was dragged by him to fly a few steps, and landed heavily on the ground.

The light disappears.

Just as Abaddon was about to get up, he felt his throat tighten again, and Shipley's fingers were tightly clamped on his throat again!

Isfiel frowned slightly as he watched Shipley, who was supposed to be covered in bruises, standing intact.

Under the impact of the seraphs all over the sky, the barrier slowly shrunk inward.

Isfiel threw another punch.This punch was charged with electricity, and its power was ten times stronger than before.

Shipley raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood as he flew up.

Blood sprayed, spattered Abaddon's face, speckled.

But in the next second, Shipley pinched Abaddon's neck unharmed, with his usual expression.

"Time imprisoned." Metatron raised his hand to hold Shipley in place.

Shipley's body froze, and Abaddon took the opportunity to forcefully break his hand away, but the froze only lasted half a second.Just as his fingers touched Shipley's elbow, the clamp from his throat became even stronger.

"Time imprisoned." Metatron stubbornly used it again.

The result remains the same.

Isfiel had to beat Shipley over and over again.

Looking at Isfiel, Shipley, and Abaddon who kept repeating their movements like a replay, Beelzebub was a little annoyed, "Is it an instant restoration?"

The elves can do this intact restoration, but they absolutely cannot do it again and again in such a short period of time. It should be the masterpiece of the God of Chaos.

Metatron shook his head and said, "I think it's more like...infinite time bifurcations."

"When is the bifurcation?"

"First turn back the time to before Shipley was bound, and quickly flow time forward to the present in his unbound state. The God of Chaos controls time very quickly, so it is not easy to detect." He is also Hip Every time Lie recovered, he felt that the time was weirdly distorted, so he came to such a conclusion.

Beelzebub looked at the space that became narrower and narrower due to the shrinking of the barrier, and frowned, "Is there any solution?"

"I thought of a... maybe a solution that can directly solve all the problems." Metatron's blue eyes were as bright and clear as the rising sun.

The clear light shines on the clear blue lake.

Mammon sat by the lake, looking at Asmodeus who was standing with his eyes closed from time to time.

Raphael sat down beside him, "Aren't you going to call Abaddon back?"

Mamen said, "It's not that time yet."

Raphael smiled clearly: "Worried about Metatron?"

Mammon didn't deny it.

Raphael said: "After the tenth world is over, what are your plans?"

"Develop the tenth realm," Mamen paused, and looked at him sideways, "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it."

Raphael said: "This is a big cake."

Mamen said: "I represent hell, and I want more than half."

Raphael said: "After defeating the God of Chaos, this matter can be discussed slowly."

"Really?" Mammon raised her eyebrows and shouted at Asmodeus, "Asmodeus..."

"Let's discuss it now!" Rafael cut him off with a smile on his face.

Asmodeus opened his eyes and looked over.

Mamen made a cheering gesture, "Thank you for your hard work, come on!"

Asmodeus smiled shyly, closed his eyes and continued.

Raphael put on a posture to meet the enemy, "How are you going to divide?"

"According to the head." Mammon said naturally.

Raphael said, "Are you going to take your head off?"

"Did you only pay attention to the wording when you were negotiating?" Mamen asked.

Rafael said: "It depends on whether the other party's wording is beneficial to me."

Mamen said: "The God of Chaos is God's negligence, and Hipley is a seraph, so the events of the tenth world have nothing to do with hell."

Raphael said: "I remember that the captured fallen angel seemed to come from hell."

Mammon looked at him in surprise, "You mean Asmodeus?"

Raphael replied blankly: "I said Levidan."

Mamen asked, "Has he been released now?"

Raphael is not too clear, "Not yet?"

"No. Therefore, it can be ignored for the time being. If you must count, he came to the tenth world as a messenger of God this time. According to the labor law of hell, he is currently serving heaven, so his work-related injuries should be paid by heaven .” Mamen said.

Raphael opened his mouth and sighed, "How are you going to divide the cake?"

"Twenty-eight."

"You might as well be three or eight."

Mammon looked at him with contempt, "Your math is really bad."

Asmodeus suddenly said: "Yes."

Raphael and Mammon stood up at the same time, and even Uriel, who was dozing under a tree, sat up abruptly.Pojilai was on Uriel's lap, rubbing his eyes, and was picked up.

Mammon asked, "Where is it?"

Asmodeus said: "In hell."

Mamen said, "Is the hell in the illusion the same as in reality?"

Asmodeus said: "Same, I created it based on the hell in reality."

Mammon smiled sinisterly, "Very good. Where is he?"

Asmodeus said slowly: "In your villa."

Although the illusion is based on reality, it only took the blink of an eye to go from Eden to hell.

Asmodeus explained: "I compressed the middle of the road."

Porgy said: "Fortunately, I didn't rush halfway, otherwise it would have been crushed?"

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Asmodeus was stunned, "I didn't expect that."

Raphael smiled at Poggy and said, "Do you like traveling in the illusion?"

Porgy said: "As a studious student, I just have the courage to express my ideas."

Raphael's smile deepened, "It's every teacher's dream to have a studious student like you. I promise to supervise you to fulfill your duty as a student."

Porgy looked indignant.

Mamen stood outside the villa, not in a hurry to go in, but rubbed her chin in thought.

Uriel said: "Are you considering whether to attack with fire or water?"

Mamen said: "I was wondering why he chose my villa."

Uriel glanced at him contemptuously.

"What advice do you have?" Mammon asked.

Uriel said: "Now is not the time to boast!"

Mamen was startled, quickly reflected on his words, and spread her hands: "I admit, my villa is indeed the most luxurious and creative building in hell, and it is so magnificent that you can't imagine. But it's not my villa. The point I want to say. The point I want to say...needs to be confirmed by Asmodeus."

Hearing him mentioning himself, Asmodeus quickly grabbed Poggy's hand that had been ravaging his hair, and said, "He created another illusion in my illusion, so I don't know what he is doing?"

Mamen asked, "Is it possible that she is sleeping?"

Asmodeus froze for a moment, "It's not impossible."

Uriel said: "You mean he came to the illusion for nothing but to find a place to sleep?"

Mamen said: "Then can you explain from another angle why he created another illusion in the illusion?"

Uriel said: "Maybe it's to set a trap."

"Setting traps in my room in the illusion?" Mammon searched for many adjectives, and finally could only come up with one sentence, "You are such a peculiar schemer."

Raphael waited for both of them to quarrel, and finally said: "I don't think Mammon's idea is impossible."

Uriel's eyes widened.

Raphael said: "There is Beria in hell, isn't there?"

Uriel frowned.

Mammon said with a deep expression, "As his enemy, I am really grateful that he has Beria's characteristics in him." And I am very grateful that I chose Beelzebub instead of Beria as a comrade-in-arms.

Uriel said, "Then what are you going to do?"

Mamen asked Asmodeus, "Replace the God of Chaos with Belial. In this case, can you seal him?"

Asmodeus frowned and said, "I'm not good at sealing."

Raphael said: "I will seal it. I have the sealed book and the blackness of desireless that God bestowed on me."

Mamen said: "We can make a hypothesis now. If the God of Chaos is really sleeping as we imagined, then as long as he breaks his illusion and seals him with the book of seals before he wakes up, he should be able to Did you complete the task?"

Raphael reminded him, "The God of Chaos is not Belial."

Mamen said, "The only thing we need right now is an optimistic attitude."

Uriel said, "I think it's luck."

"Okay, let's have some luck." Mammon snapped his fingers and looked at Asmodeus and Raphael.

Asmodeus stared intently.

Raphael suddenly said: "If you are lucky enough this time, can you... chat with me for a while?"

Asmodeus stared straight ahead without distraction.

"Sorry." She refused politely and without room for change.