The yellow taxi was surrounded by the Vajra King Bodhisattva who looked bad-looking, and the blue flames illuminated the dark streets.

The car window opened, and the rock music inside broke out from the car, accompanied by unbearable noise.

Constantine's singing voice.

He followed the rock music and howled with ghosts and wolves. His voice was so terrifying that even Zhao Song began to have goose bumps. He had to hold a rosary in his hand and blessed the great mantra of the Peacock Buddha Mother.

Zhao Song knew why Constantine's band couldn't continue.

With this voice, it is indeed not suitable for a band!

It's also because he doesn't understand fashion.

The two exorcists with completely different looks and personality are just swaying like this.

Just as his car was passing by, Mrs. Shangdu and several magicians came close at some point and saw two people in the car.

A magician in a black robe had a complicated expression.

She looked at the car and said, "Nimu, are you sure the future you see is right?

In New York, the future magic world, and even the magic pillars of this world, really rely on such people to save them?"

"Yes, I read that right."

Mrs. Shangdu said that although she seemed decisive, she felt a little weak inside.

She predicted the future and had no mistakes before, so she felt that there would be no mistakes in the future.

This is also her confidence. She is good at divination and predicting the future. Among his predictions, Zhao Song is a very important figure.

So is Constantine.

But now, she was hesitating.

Because in Constantine's broken voice, Zhao Song's voice was mixed with!

His voice was different from Constantine's broken voice. He spoke with a calm and calm spirit.

The vehicle flew away. When he encountered the traffic jam in front, Zhao Song patted his soul-summoning bead!

"Suppose!"

I saw several Yin Jiao come out of the Soul-Conjuring Pearl, hold up the taxi, and fly towards the building of Balsazze!

Those who were trembling in the car saw a scene that they would never forget in their lifetime on this thunderstorm night.

A taxi with cyan flames flying over New York.

"Oh, sell it, it's alright!"

In this car, a man opened his mouth wide. He couldn't help but pick up the camera at his hand and took a picture in the sky!

This is his professional habit.

He is a journalist named Eddie Brock.

He was already a little nervous to be stuck here tonight.

Who knew that when the traffic jam was in a traffic jam, he saw what he thought was the most worthwhile thing in his life.

What is this called?

This is called misfortune, good fortune depends on, and good fortune depends on misfortune.

Big news!

This is definitely the big news this year!

As a reporter, what Eddie wants is such big news!

Zhao Song heard countless amazes, screams, and the sound of horns ringing through the sky from the traffic.

He didn't stick his head out to look.

Only Constantine poked his finger out of the window with a humble look, and compared a middle finger to everyone below!

Gabriel stood on the roof of the Balsazze Building. No matter whether it was a strong wind or a sudden rain outside, it was thunder or rain, nothing could be stained with him.

He quietly watched the farce on the street.

Beside him, Angela, who was caught, shivered.

She didn't know why she was here.

I don't know who the person around me is.

She could only see the taxi flying over from afar, and the familiar atmosphere on it!

The breath of the master.

A breath that makes people feel at ease.

Gabriel stood on the roof, and he hated Angela's emotions very much.

This is called the emotion of hope.

"hope."

Gabriel smiled, looked at Angela and said, "Hope, what an illusory thing.

Do you think that Oriental man will come to save you?

No, no, I want you to see what is true despair!

I want you to see him kneeling in front of me, your savior, he can't save you, I've given him a chance."

After Gabriel finished speaking, he saw the taxi that was about to come and disappeared with Angela.

After appearing again, he had appeared in the leisure area of ​​the building.

More accurate.

He appeared next to the pool!

"Water, the best medium for communicating hell and the world!"

He murmured to himself, looking at some shadows standing next to the pool.

These are the demon kings of hell.

To be precise, it is the projection of the demon king. Some weak demons can come to the human world, but these demon kings still cannot.

Even if the darkness rises.

The barrier is getting weaker.

But this is still not the reason why these demon kings can come.

As long as the barrier exists, these demon kings cannot come here in person.

They can only witness this with projection.

They gathered here to celebrate the "birth" of Mamen.

"The ceremony has begun."

Gabriel said, and he threw Angela into the water without mercy, as if he was about to drown her, without any compassion!

Just as Gabriel did this, the originally calm swimming pool suddenly boiled.

In this boiling swimming pool, the scenery of hell is displayed.

Hell is a huge plane.

There are many characters like "father kings" in hell. They control their own territory, and their own territory has their own characteristics.

Mamen's territory is similar to what is shown in the swimming pool now. It is a scene where nuclear bombs will always stagnate at high temperatures after washing the floor!

At the end of the world, everything is burning.

The most common one on Mamen’s territory is the ghoul!

But now, these ghouls retreated in awe.

A thin figure came from another world.

The demon kings around him who were watching the ceremony bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

That thin figure is Satan's son, the devil's king Mamen.

The future Lord of Hell, Mamen, and the upcoming Lord of the Demon Kingdom.

...

At this moment.

The taxi finally arrived at the entrance of the building. Before Zhakang could park his car, the demon guarding the door rushed up.

"roll!"

Zhao Song's tongue burst into thunder, his qi and blood were full, and even overwhelmed the thunderstorm in the sky in an instant.

He took off his glasses and stuffed them into his sleeves. Looking at the demon rushing towards him, dark red silk threads filled Zhao Song's fingertips!
To be continued...