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It was indeed Wang Yan who entered her bedroom.

Wang Yan stepped out of the gap in the space like a swimming fish, and his feet fell gently on the ground. He looked at her back, and even his body and mind were trembling. After more than two years, he finally saw her again.

Sister Ange!

Wang Yan's Adam's apple surged, and these three words seemed to be stuck in his throat and could not be vomited out. The little memories of An Ge in his heart merged with the woman sitting cross-legged in the altar.

"Wang Yan!"

The Dark Saint transformed the Fallen Demon Realm into the Chinese language on Earth. Her delicate body trembled and her voice hoarse, "Really, is it really you?"

At this moment, she didn't dare to look back.

I was afraid that this would be a dream, and when I looked back, the dream would be broken.

"It's me." Wang Yan walked towards her step by step, his tone of excitement was a little distorted, "You are not dreaming, nor are you in an illusion. I am Wang Yan, I'm looking for you so hard."

In an instant, the dark saint Catherine felt surrounded by happiness. Wang Yan is really Wang Yan, the son of flame. He, he went to find him through a lot of hardships?

Oh my god.

Is it true that he really loves himself in his heart?

But, but...

Just as Catherine's heart was beating wildly and her mind was in chaos, her shoulders were already wrapped in him, and a pleasant pure yang aura came to her nose, adding fuel to her chaotic emotions.

Her cheeks were hot, and she had almost forgotten to resist. Her delicate body fell softly on his strong chest like bonelessness. The only trace of reason left her "resist" weakly, as thin as a mosquito voice, "Let go, let me go."

"I won't let go, I won't let go even if I die." Wang Yan held her tightly with his arms, greedily sucking the refreshing smell on her body, "Do you know, I miss you every day and night, and finally found you, I won't let go even if I die."

The hot and stingy love words made Catherine almost faint. It turned out that the Son of Fire really liked her so much. Some of the hearts of resistance had disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, Wang Yan had already lifted her chin and turned it over, and their lips were deeply imprinted together.

"boom!"

It was like a thunder thunder slamming into Catherine's brain, making her whole body feel numb and irritated without any strength.

Kiss, is this what it feels like to kiss?

If possible, Katherine wants to kiss him for the rest of her life.

Her pride and her resistance were completely torn apart in this kiss. She shouted deep in her heart, Son of Fire, I accept your love. Even the fallen demon Samar cannot stop us from being together.

"I can't help it, I want you." Wang Yan murmured like a devil, and it rang in her ears, "It's been more than two years, and I have been abstinence for you. It's just to punish you for leaving after finding you."

Indeed, after Wang Yan transformed into the Purgatory Demon Clan, he was always in abstinence, which was actually a very difficult thing. The genes of the Purgatory Demon Clan themselves have a wild and casual instinct.

And around him were the top beauties of all races.

Katherine's head became even more dizzy. Son of Fire, he, is he courting? How can this be? She just accepted his love in her heart, how can the process be so fast?

But another thought rose in her mind. No matter how he did it, he had done this for himself, even if he gave it to him, it would be nothing. From now on, the Son of Fire will be her Katherine's man.

Katherine, Katherine, isn’t this what you have always expected?

What's more, this is not on the earth, it is in hell. People are in hell, and she is even able to break life and death. Why do she still insist on this little bit of reserve?

The response to Wang Yan was Katherine's even more intense reaction.

The two of them rolled in the altar.

Just as Catherine had convinced herself, ready to bear all the storms from the Son of Fire.

Suddenly!

"Huh?" Wang Yan said strangely, "Why is it smaller than before?"

"?"

Catherine's delicate body was shocked, a little confused. Suddenly, she had an ominous premonition and asked in a low voice, "What are you calling me?"

"Sister An Ge." Wang Yan said for granted, and then said in confusion, "Is the food in hell not good?"

An! Ge! Sister!

Wuya An song!

Katherine's head thundered, and a feeling of shame and anger erupted deep in her heart.

"Don't worry, just be younger." Wang Yan decided to give up on the search for the roots for the time being. As he said, he must punish Sister An Ge severely, "Sister An Ge, I'm here."

Just as Wang Yan was about to pounce on "Sister An Ge", a dark energy that was extremely pure but also contained terrifying explosive power condensed into a ball and ruthlessly hit his chest.

"boom!"

Wang Yan flew backwards like a cannonball and hit the walls of the temporary palace hard. Even though the building materials were extremely strong, the spider patterns were cracked.

The violent explosion remnants were raging in the hall like a storm, with ghosts roaring, just like the end of the world.

Wang Yan swallowed the strong smell of blood in his mouth, and was shocked: "Sister Ange, you!" He couldn't believe that Wuya Ange would actually do something to him.

"roll!"

In the altar, a irritable woman's voice roared, "Son of Flame, open your dog's eyes and take a closer look, who is your Sister Ange?"

Under the surging dark energy like black fog, a woman with a not-sized figure but delicate but concave figure slowly walked out. What was most surprising was that in her slender jade hand, she was also holding a giant sickle that was completely inconsistent with her body.

The giant sickle was ferocious and exuded a heart-pounding black energy. Resentful souls were wrapped around the sickle, and they reached out their hands to grab them in the air, making a snarky cry like ghosts and wolves howling.

Wang Yan's eyes widened a little bit. Even though the woman was wearing a mask, she could still judge from the image and temperament she showed. It was indeed not Wu Ya'an Ge. But who was she?

Suddenly, Wang Yan's body shook, and a name suddenly floated into his heart.

No?

How could she appear in the Fallen Demon Realm? She also became the saint of the Fallen Demon God Samar? The most important thing is that he just mistakenly thought she was Sister Ange and did many undescribable things with her that can only be done between boyfriend and girlfriend.

Wang Yan's mind was confused, and now he was in trouble.

"Misunderstanding, all of this is a misunderstanding." Wang Yan's scalp was numb and he hurriedly smiled, "Dear Miss Catherine, let's have something to say."

Even though his cultivation reached Wang Yan's level, he still felt the strong pressure brought to him by the dark saint Catherine, especially the giant sickle in her hand, which actually made Wang Yan feel frightened. It seemed that it was definitely not an ordinary rank.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding your head." The Dark Saint was even more furious. He waved the sickle in his hand, and attacked Wang Yan under the special effect of howling ghosts. His voice was as cold as ice, "When you hold this Saint, why don't you say it's a misunderstanding?"

The sickle was very powerful. Before the sickle arrived, thousands of energy rushed towards Wang Yan. It was like endless tentacles wrapped around him, or like countless unjustly dead souls pulling him with their hands, trying to drag him into the water and welcome the same fate.

The fight between experts is just a matter of a slight slight difference. If a strong man with a slightly worse strength is entangled by those negative energy for a few seconds, it would be enough for the Dark Saint to harvest his soul hundreds of times.

But Wang Yan is not a cat or a dog after all. The pure yang true energy in his body surged slightly, and a flame light as burning as the scorching sun emerged from his whole body. Those flames are pure and yang, which can burn all evil and filth.

A moment, just a moment.

The negative energy like maggots attached to the bones was burned completely, and countless resentful souls could be heard vaguely tearing and wailing.

After breaking free, he thought and gently slid his right foot back, his body broke through the space, teleported hundreds of meters away, and easily avoided the dark saint's angry blow.

"The pure Yang true fire is burned without anything, it is indeed amazing." The fatal sickle of the Dark Saint was easily broken, and his anger was even more intense, "Then come and try this Saint's Black Flame."

Her sickle swept through the void, tearing open the space, and endless dark energy poured out wildly, turning into a gloomy, dark and cold flame dragon swept towards Wang Yan.

As soon as he saw the black and cold flame dragon, Wang Yan smiled: "His Holy Majesty has forgotten my nickname? I am called the Son of Fire. He actually played with fire with me. Is this giving me a head?"

Wang Yan's powerful mental power suppressed the fire dragon condensed into the black flame of hell, and the voice was full of majesty: "Is the only demon flame, don't stop me."

Under normal circumstances, when Wang Yan's flame dominance law is imposed, those low-level flames will definitely not dare to attack him. He is the king of flames and the master of fiery fire.

However, the giant dragon condensed from the Hell Demon Flame only paused for a moment under the suppression of Wang Yan's flame law. Then he continued to open his teeth and claws, and rushed towards Wang Yan even more fiercely.

"How is this possible?" Wang Yan was shocked.

The Dark Saint is not a strong man who specializes in playing with fire. The Hell Demon Flame she casts casually can actually get rid of the control of his flame law? This is simply a common sense to challenge Wang Yan.

Although magic flame is a flame burned by negative energy, it is ultimately a kind of flame.

No reason?

Could it be that the level of this hell demon flame has reached a level close to that of a god?

Before he could think too much, Wang Yan hurriedly waved a pure and yang flame, and also turned into a giant dragon of flames.

Two flame dragons, one black and one red, collided together, fighting fiercely, and the flame energy fragments were flying everywhere. As the son of flame, the flame dragon condensed by Wang Yan was still slightly better and gained a certain advantage.

But even so, Wang Yan was still very surprised.

He practiced the "Pure Yang Divine Art", one of the five great magical skills on Earth, which is as famous as the "Great Light Holy Book" and "Dark Bible", and is still above the other magical skills in terms of single-handed killing power. Now he has practiced the Pure Yang Divine Art to the ninth level of perfection, and cannot be promoted.

Not all Pure Yang successors can practice the ninth level. In fact, since the inheritance of Lu Zu, those who can practice the ninth level do not have a palm, including Wang Yan and Cao Jingluo, a pair of strange masters and apprentices.

However, Wang Yan is even more powerful than Master Cao Jinglei. The power of the flame alone has actually surpassed the pure yang level and reached the sun level. In the vast universe, under normal circumstances, some fire-type gods are just at the sun level.

It is also because of this that Wang Yan has reached the end of the Pure Yang Road. If you want to go further, you have to rely on your own opportunities to grow.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Yan was shocked by the power of the Dark Saint's Hell Demon Flame.

Could it be that the technique of the Hell Demon Flame she practiced comes from a higher level? For example, the legendary magical art "Dark Divine Classic" created by the fallen demon god Samar?

"Son of Fire!" Seeing that her hell flame was suppressed, the dark saint became even colder, and waved the soul-cutting sickle again to chop at Wang Yan, "Today, I want you to come and go."

Such aura also aroused Wang Yan's dissatisfaction. He raised his hand and a hot fire hammer appeared in his hand. The weapon spirit fire was half empty and turned into a spirit of flame, and he opened his teeth and claws to the dark saint, as if shouting. The master suppressed her and hammered her, so that she could experience the master's mighty and domineering magnificence.
To be continued...