Land Sword Immortal's Sword Pavilion has guarded the sword for eighty years

Chapter 716 The destruction of Meng Fan in the future

This figure is naturally Hongqi in the sword pavilion.

During the days when Meng Fan was away, she spent her time practicing and worked extremely hard.

But even so, she couldn't keep up with Meng Fan, even if she had the Xuantian Holy Body.

Meng Fan's level of evil is far beyond that of ordinary people, and even those with special physiques are far from being comparable to him.

"What on earth is going on?" Hongqi's face was full of doubts. The power of this summons made her unable to control herself.

Gradually, her doubts turned into panic.

The next second, Hong Qi's figure suddenly disappeared from the sword pavilion.

It really disappeared out of thin air without any trace.

In the demon god's tomb, the remnant soul of the Hongqi demon god and two phantoms of future Meng Fan were already fighting.

This battle is inevitable, destined, and can even be said to be a fateful battle.

It was previously said that Meng Fan would die in the future, which seems to be inaccurate.

Even if he is really dead, there are still two phantoms still alive, so it is not considered a true death.

Unless these two phantoms completely fall, it can be regarded as true destruction.

In fact, if you look into it carefully, there is a paradox.

Because these two phantoms are essentially the "future" Meng Fan, but this time and space is the "past" to them.

The past and the future, no matter from which point of view, they are thousands of miles apart, but they happen to be together.

In the future, these two words are extremely bizarre.

Especially for Meng Fan, standing in front of him at this moment are two future selves and a future Hongqi, both strangers he is most familiar with.

"Benefactor Meng, why do I feel that your two shadows in the future are not Hongqi's opponent in the future?" The old monk finally regained his composure at this time and said to Meng Fan in his mind.

In fact, the shock in his heart was no less than that of Meng Fan. He found it easier to accept Meng Fan becoming some kind of demon god of the demon clan. After all, this kid was originally a demon among demons. He was indeed a demon to the extreme.

Even from this perspective, being a demon god is not something that is incomprehensible.

But Hongqi...

Although the old monk didn't know much about this girl, he also knew that this girl could only be regarded as Meng Fan's maid. She not only had no strength, but also no courage.

No matter from any angle, this girl has nothing to do with the demon god.

In comparison, if you want to say that girl Di Ling'er is the future demon god, it feels more reasonable.

Really outrageous!

"Shut your crow mouth. At this time, we can only hope that my two future phantoms can kill the remnant soul of the Red Qi Demon God. Otherwise, neither you nor I will be able to escape death." Meng Fan said to the old monk in his mind.

The old monk did not close his mouth, but continued to say to Meng Fan: "Actually, that's not necessarily the case, Benefactor Meng, I always feel that there is something wrong with this neighbor. Even if your two shadows of the future are really defeated, I feel vaguely It will also help you and have the ability to help you.”

But from Meng Fan's perspective, I felt that what the old monk said was just a good hope.

Although the portrait of the demon god is indeed weird, you can't expect it to be really capable of dealing with the remnant soul of the red demon god.

Building hope on such a rootless duckweed is no different from surrendering one's life.

But to take a step back, now I have also given my life to the two shadows of my future self.

In fact, after all, the eight pounds and eight ounces are not under my control!

Thinking of this, Meng Fan sighed helplessly.

And the scene that happened next made him unable to even sigh, and his heart felt cold.

Because he saw that the two shadows of his future self had vanished into thin air, completely turning into dust and no longer existing.

In the end, the shadow of his future self was still no match for the remnant soul of the Red Qi Demon God.

Although as the two shadows disappeared, the remaining soul of Hongqi Demon God was obviously dying.

But even in such a dying state, Meng Fan knew very well that she was no match. She only needed one thought to make herself disappear completely like the two phantoms.

broken!

This old monk really has a crow's mouth. Can he really only rely on the portrait of the demon god in his mind at this moment?

But there was no movement from this thing from beginning to end. The old monk's hope was just a beautiful fantasy after all.

"Now, finally no one can stop me." The remnant soul of the Hongqi Demon God looked directly at Meng Fan, with a sinister smile on his lips.

I am finally going to succeed!

After so many years of planning and planning, I finally succeeded.

No matter if you are always on the receiving end, the one who laughs at the end is the winner.

"Hehe, hehehe..." The remnant soul of Hongqi Demon God laughed, and the smile became more and more exaggerated, and even became more and more deformed, like a monster.

In other words, she was a monster at this moment, a complete monster.

"Donor Meng, hurry up and sacrifice the demon god's portrait. My instinct tells me that the only thing that can protect you at this moment is this demon god's portrait." The old monk said in a somewhat anxious tone.

If Meng Fan died, he would never survive. In this desperate situation, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Let alone him, even a true immortal would have to be anxious when facing this kind of scene.

"Shut up and scream!" Meng Fan shouted angrily to the old monk in his mind.

The old monk was anxious, but he was actually more anxious.

Didn't he think that the portrait of the demon god might be the only hope for a comeback at this moment?

Sacrifice the portrait of the demon god, this sounds easy, doesn't he want to sacrifice it?

But does this thing listen to you?

You don’t listen to your own control at all!

The portrait of the demon god was like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard. No matter how Meng Fan drove it, it remained motionless and as stable as a rock.

broken!

That familiar force appeared again, sweeping towards Meng Fan overwhelmingly.

The next second, Meng Fan felt that he was about to be swallowed up.

At this time, Meng Fan didn't even think about the treasure he had that could withstand it.

Although there are indeed some treasures of unknown origin on his body, these treasures are obviously not enough in front of the remnant soul of the Red Qi Demon God.

For example, the pendant given to him by Night Emperor Wu Yingying, let alone the pendant, even if Wu Yingying came in person, it was not enough for the Hongqi Demon God to chew on.

Wu Yingying's lifelong wish is to destroy the demon world, and she is still working hard.

But the Hongqi Demon God alone can sweep across the entire demon world, or even destroy the entire demon world. How does this compare?

Just when Meng Fan had run out of ideas, the portrait of the demon god that he had been calling for finally appeared.