In the desert of New Mexico, there were wild grass and rocks, and the bones of dead animals. At this time, a lizard crawled out of his nest and looked closer and saw that it was still a cute leopard-print guard. However, he did not go for food, but looked firm and looked up at the sky.

It's worth it that I am a model electric door, crashed into a car, jumped off a building and was struck by lightning, and finally succeeded in traveling through time. Although I was traveling through time to a little lizard,...

I saw him squint his frog-like eyes, stand upright on his upper body, and slapped his short forelimbs heavily on a stone. Nothing can stump me, Long Aotian!

When I swallow my genes and evolve wildly, I explore the methods of demon cultivators, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, collect the essence of the sun and moon, and finally become a saint in the body, and the heavens and man can be born as men or women, and the right and wrong crystal palace!

As the saying goes, the golden scales are not objects in the pond, but they will melt as soon as they encounter wind and clouds... Alas? Why did the surroundings suddenly light up? Ah!

Long Aotian was making a great wish, but was ruthlessly crushed by a speeding off-road sports car. Before his bones were cold, a motorcycle burning with raging flames was pressed down again. When the flames were flirted with, the immortal golden body of the future saint Long Aotian immediately turned into dust. This is true, death before he could succeed in his master's death, which often makes heroes cry.

"I seem to have overwhelmed something amazing." Evanson, who was driving the car and running wildly.

"Now is not the time to say this!" Melinda was not so calm now, she looked back from time to time. Since the car returned to normal speed, the burning flame-like bone rack had caught up without long.

"Hmph." Evanson glanced at the reversing mirror and found that the Ghost Rider who was chasing was less than thirty meters away from him. "I really don't understand, why are you so persistent? I don't want to fight you."

To be honest, Evanson really doesn't want to do this fight. He is not the thing he was crushed to death just now, and he doesn't need to fight monsters and upgrade to kill and prove his truth. What's more, this evil spirit knight is not full of hatred with a muddy head. Not to mention that his IQ is normal, his body of hell fire almost wiped out Evanson's methods by one-third.

So when the Ghost Rider caught up for the first time, Evanson chose the overloaded soul engine and wanted to get rid of him. But he didn't expect that this guy was a turtle and wouldn't let go if he bites him!

Since that's the case, let you, the minion of hell, see the power of the legion! Evanson activates the steering wheel and directly crosses the car. Under the influence of inertia, the car that crosses does not stop, but rubs forward and slides forward.

"Hahaha" the skeleton's mouth opened and closed, making a dry laugh. He rushed forward straight, and when he was about to load the car, he lifted the front of the motorcycle and flew up the people and the car.

As he crossed over Evanson's head, he looked down and snatched his right hand. The iron chain wrapped around him was untied as if he had come alive. He wrapped around him with the flames of hell.

"Drink!" At this critical moment, Evanson raised his right hand high, pinched the very six plus one seal, and shouted loudly, "Shenluo Tianzheng!!"

Suddenly the shadow exploded, and the evil spirit knight who had nowhere to be exposed to force in the air was directly knocked out and flew out, but until he landed, he still sat firmly on his mount.

Shenluo Tianzheng, it seems that it is because I have watched too many anime recently and Evanson was also poisoned. He even called out this name unconsciously. However, Shenluo Tianzheng is indeed much more powerful than Shadow Wrath.

"Stay in the car, this is not a battle you can participate in." Evanson pushed the door and got out of the car, saying to Melinda behind him.

Hearing this sentence, a trace of struggle flashed in Melinda's eyes. She had been trained by S.H.E.L.D. Since she was a child, she joined the cavalry team. She has never failed any missions, nor has she been excluded from her main combat power because of her ability.

But she was now clearly told that this was not a battle you could participate in, which made her feel deeply frustrated for the second time because of her weak strength.

"Okay, I understand!" But she finally agreed. After she almost died of an inadvertent look with the Ghost Rider, she knew that if she forced herself to participate, she would only cause trouble. "Good luck." She said to Evanson who turned her back to her.

"How about a discussion?" Evanson said to the Ghost Rider sitting on a motorcycle in the distance. He wanted to make a last effort to see if he could resolve the issue peacefully. "We will stop and leave each other. You should have your own mission, right?"

Each knight has a special task assigned by his devil master to collect souls or solve the devil's escape from hell. This is their most important thing. As for punishing evil and eliminating evil, it is just that they do it.

"You are guilty..." The evil spirit knight slowly shook his head, got off the motorcycle, pulled the chain in his hand, and his flames were thriving, "Go to hell."

It seems that it is necessary to fight. Although Evanson has been asking for peace just now, it is not slow to start. With a wave of his hand, 20 scrolls were scattered in front of him.

"Psychic Art!" Evanson clasped his hands together. He wanted to like the act of shouting out the name of the second move while making moves. "Summon, Ghost Dog Army!"

The scrolls immediately turned into a smog of shadow smoke, slowly condensed into twenty hellhounds, and each hound was riding a little imp.

After the last battle with Abomination, Evanson still summed up some experience. He found that his demonic spell almost became a foil in that battle, and the role he played was far lower than he expected.

After reflection, he found that the reason for this situation was that he summoned too few demons, and he could only summon two hounds and four little devils at once. This number could not exert the advantage of the demon warlock, and this was his spell limit, not the limit of his control.

Evanson calculated his current mental power and the result was that it could control twenty-five hellhounds and wild imps at once in a short time. But his spells could only summon one tenth of this number at a time.

This is the disadvantage of the demon warrior. He pays too much attention to the absolute control of his own summoning a demon, thus developing a powerful mental control force, but he has abandoned his magical cultivation, which has led to the number of demons he summoned and cannot keep up with the number he can control.

Of course, these disadvantages are only temporary. When you become a master of sorcerers and integrate the three-type magic, these disadvantages will disappear. At that time, as long as you are not summoning yourself to death and summoning demons at the lord level, it generally does not take longer to cast spells, and it can also ensure that the summoned demons are under absolute control.

As for summoning low-level demons, Humph, a master-level demon warrior, one person is an army!

However, Evanson obviously has not reached that level yet, so he took a different approach and summoned demons close to his own limit of control many times, and then used the exile technique to seal them on the scrolls. Usually, they placed these scrolls in the backpack space, and once they started fighting, they would take them out at once. As for the inspiration for this approach, hehe, you should be able to guess from his name. Hehe, I want to become a warlock for Naruto!

"Swallow his body!" Evanson pointed his hand and the so-called ghost dog army rushed towards the evil spirit knight. Well, dogs gnaw bones, which is indeed quite appropriate. Although the bones are on fire, this is not an ordinary dog.

Although the void beasts like the Hellhounds, with slender limbs and bodies, cannot devour magic like their close relatives, their actions are simply unremarkable. The chains drawn by the Ghost Rider were all avoided by them.

Moreover, they seemed to cooperate very well with the little ghosts who were carrying on their backs. When they were not evasive in time, the little ghosts would send out flame arrows to attack the iron chains. Although this attack could not repel them, it slowed down the attack speed and created a chance for hellhounds to dodge.

The hellhounds kept spinning around the Ghost Rider, jumping or running, while the little ghosts on their backs kept throwing flame arrows. Although the sound of these flames bursting was very loud, they were actually useless. The reason why they were still able to jump around now was that the Ghost Rider was curious about these creatures, and had never seen them before, and they also had a similar smell to hell.

Of course Evanson would not expect these low-end demons to win, it was just used to delay time. When he stretched his hand forward, a purple light appeared on the body of the Ghost Knight, gathering towards the hand and sucking the soul!

But when these lights were about to touch Evanson, they suddenly disappeared.

"Damn it! I don't want to fight this guy!" Evanson cursed in frustration. "This is simply a soulless empty shell!"

From the moment they signed a contract with the devil and became the Ghost Rider, their souls were taken away by the devil, and only the cursed walking corpse were left on earth. Evanson was also confused when he wanted to suck his soul.

"If you don't have souls, it seems that life is not useful to absorb. Flame spell..." Evanson scratched his head fiercely. "You were created, you are against me, right?"

Perhaps Evanson's actions just now angered the Knight, or perhaps he had completely lost his patience, the flames on his body burned even more violently, swinging the chains in his hand around.

This time, the serious attack is not so easy to avoid. Hellhounds are frequently hit and are struck by an iron chain to become scattered Mars.

In the blink of an eye, Evanson's demon was wiped out half, and he immediately changed his strategy and "up!"

With Evanson's order, the Hellhound changed the fighting style he had just wandered and rushed towards the Ghost Knight. After being wiped out a few more, only six of them successfully bit the Knight.

The Knight, who was bitten firmly with his legs, hands and shoulders, did not struggle, but just laughed disdainfully, releasing the flames on his body. Soon, the beast from the twisted void, was also scorched by the flames, and the flames were burned with pain. However, due to Evanson's control, even though it was almost cooked, they still gritted their teeth and did not escape.

"Drink!" At this time, Evanson shouted loudly, and the bodies of the hellhounds and the ghosts suddenly swelled abnormally. The Ghost Rider seemed to have realized something and began to try to shake off the things hanging on him.
Chapter completed!