The Burning Legion of Corporate Culture never believes that there is something that cannot be killed or that there is something that cannot be destroyed. If so, it is just because your power is not strong enough, or you have not found the right way.

At the beginning of its birth, the profession that served the legion, and the warlock also held the same view.

The immortal Titans at the end of creation have all fallen into the hands of the Lord of the Legion and parasitized on the world, and have been destroyed together with the world where they are. As for those natural demigods, they fell at the feet of the Legion like straw.

These beings who should have lived the same life as the heaven and earth, sun and moon, are they all dead, so can the other guys who claim they are immortal?

The Lich Life Box is indeed a difficult existence. With his existence, even a paladin known as the Undead Killer cannot completely kill a Lich.

But this is not the case for a top warlock who is serious about pain and insight into the soul. He can directly apply his spells and curses to the soul veins between the body of the Lich and the Life Box, or draw the soul preserved in the Life Box into his own hands. Then the Lich's immortality is a joke.

For the Ghost Rider, this trick works too. As long as you find a way to attack the contract through his body, you can also eliminate it. However, this is a bit difficult for Evanson at present. Of course, if you force him into a hurry, pull out the Usalus against the Wind Reaper and slash it with a sickle, it will be no problem.

As for the immortality of the Witch Heart Demon, Evanson saw a rough idea when he watched his explosion and reorganization.

He was a little doubtful now whether the witch inner demon was born or created. Because the nature of the witch inner demon really made Evanson familiar.

He was a bit like hatred, oh, not the green big guy whose soul was stuffed into the car engine by Evanson, but the war weapon of the Scourge, a flesh-and-blooded structure made of carrot skewers. They were extremely powerful, strong and durable, but dull and stupid, because they also had no souls.

So they are also difficult to kill unless they are purified by the holy light or burned to ashes by the flames, or they are completely dismembered, destroying the sutures that give them life and the magic of natural disasters.

"Hmph... something that was made is actually equipped with ambition." Evanson said disdainfully, "It's so sad."

Evanson now feels that it is very likely that the Witch Demon was just a construct created by Mephisto because he was too bored, but the magic that kept it running was much more exquisite than hatred. This is a bit troublesome.

But there is no way.

Evanson immediately took out a bunch of things and kept rubbing them in his hands, but it didn't seem like he was casting a spell.

Xifu is now dealing with the witch demon, but after a long time, the one behind him has no movement at all. He thought to himself, what does this mean? I'm so hard to fight monsters now, you are so fond of it, and you are so fond of it? So he asked loudly, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm preparing a weapon." Evanson didn't raise his head and continued to rub it there.

"What weapons are you preparing?" Sif yelled, and it's all started. After fighting for so long, you haven't even prepared your weapons? If you were in Asgard, you were engaged in military law, would you believe it?

"A weapon that can kill him!" Evanson still did not look up, but this time his voice exuded a sinister smell.

After hearing this, Wu Xinmo wanted to say, "Do you know that you are so awesome?" I am immortal, okay, what can kill me does not exist at all. Well, even if you take a step back and say that there is really that kind of thing, it shouldn't be in the hands of a mere human being.

However, seeing Evanson lowering his head and rubbing it seriously, the suspicious and unsavvy devil made a whisper in his heart, what if it is true? Forget it, no matter if it is true or not, it is safest to solve this human first.

So Evanson set a record of zero damage.

But the Witch Heart Demon has shifted his target to Evanson, but Sif will not let him pass easily.

No matter how Wu Xin Demon advanced, she would always be stopped. In the end, Wu Xin Demon gritted his teeth and became fierce, deliberately selling a flaw, and was cut off his left arm with a sword.

But before the arm landed, it suddenly exploded into a ball of black smoke, blocking Sif's vision. It was just an arm, but it would grow back in a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the witch's inner demon burst out quickly, crossed Sif's defense line, and rushed straight to Evanson. He had his only left hand clawed and directly grabbed Evanson's neck. Evanson seemed to have not noticed it, still lowered his head and remained unmoved.

Sif, who had gotten rid of the black smoke, shouted loudly when he saw this scene, "Be careful!"

"Go to die!" The Witch Heart Demon is now only three steps away from Evanson, and he feels that he has a great advantage.

But Evanson may have been, too focused on what he is doing now, turning a deaf ear to two shouts.

It was not until Wu Xinmo's hand grabbed his neck that he slowly raised his head and gave a big smile to Wu Xinmo "Surprise!"

When he heard this word, Wu Xin Demon's heart twitched. He still remembered the first time he heard this word, and what was greeted was the Destroyer's full-strength blow. Fortunately, a younger brother became a scapegoat. Could it be that he wanted a bad dish again this time?

Sure enough, he felt something was wrong now. The human neck was the key, but it was also a soft place. However, he felt that Evanson's neck was as hard as a rock, and his skin color had turned black, not as black as the color of obsidian.

This is indeed wrong. Why did you, a white European descendant, suddenly move closer to the Non-Chief?

With the Devil's Skin and Magic Armor Technique, it would be strange if you can pinch it, but the surprise Evanson pointed to is far more than that.

He seemed to be holding something in his right hand, and he waved it up suddenly, but he directly penetrated the Wu Xin Demon's arm.

"Hmph." Evanson took down the hand that was holding the Wu Xin Demon's neck without any trouble.

Wu Xinmo opened his mouth wide in surprise because he found that the hand was separated from his arm. He did not dare to stay here, and he seemed to jump away.

After landing, he looked at Evanson's right hand, wondering what it was, and chopped off his right hand so easily.

He only saw a dagger made of purple-red crystal. The dagger was made very rough. Although the edge of the knife was very sharp, it was very irregular in its overall structure and had no aesthetic at all. There was only a bandage wrapped around the handle.

"What is that?" Wu Xinmo smiled mockingly. It's really not worth it to give up an arm for that kind of thing in this episode. "Is a sharp knife? I don't think that kind of thing can kill me."

"Is that?" Evanson smiled, "Can your arm be reborn?"

"Of course." Wu Xinmo said relaxedly. As soon as he finished speaking, his left arm was reorganized.

"I'm talking about another one." Evanson said with his chin.

"Hmph." Wu Xinmo, I heard that this guy was really, and he would not cry until he saw the coffin. But his face changed drastically, because he found that his right hand that had been cut off could not be restored. This was the first time in a thousand years that this happened to him.

"What the hell is that?" Wu Xinmo suddenly stopped being calm and calm, and his body was unable to be reborn. Is that thing really possible to kill him?
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