I, the devil dragon, start the game with a loving father and a filial son

Chapter 159

Back to the castle.

Looking at the second trophy hanging on the wall, Shen Zhao felt extremely satisfied, which no longer seemed monotonous.

Maybe they can whisper something when they are not around?
While thinking about it, the Holy Lord lit up his scarlet eyes. He glanced at the statue next to him, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Isn't this Zhongsu? Isn't it going to give me eternal torture? Didn't you laugh at me for being hung on the wall by this bastard? Why are you here too?"

Shenzhao was stunned, swearing at others without revealing faults, killing people without condemnation, old man, you will get retribution for saying that.

Sure enough, Zhongsu, who had been silent for a long time, exuded strong emotional fluctuations: "If it weren't for your incompetence, how could the following things happen? You are a fraudster."

"Isn't it the same if you work harder to seal this kid?" The Holy Master's voice sounded like an old god.

From the moment he saw Zhongsu, he knew that the divine way of the monarch had been accomplished.

Because he also had the same idea 1000 years ago, as long as he successfully seized a kingdom, then under the infinite weakening of hell, the way of the monarch will surely come true!

It's a pity that a holy fighter who popped out from nowhere disrupted all his arrangements, and the remaining followers even rebelled and sealed him in turn.

What a miserable word to describe.
Sino-Soviet immediately exploded, it was not the greed of the Holy Lord, they came out thousands of years ago, would there be a chance for this little devil to grow up?

"You wait, one day I will give you eternal torture." The anger in Zhongsu's tone exploded, and he wished to fight the Holy Master directly, but his sense of depression about the kingdom being taken away has disappeared a lot .

A dozen or so mages behind Shenzhao trembled. This was a quarrel between the demon kings. The most important thing was that the two sand sculptures were made by them. They were even worried that they would take revenge on these demons after they reconciled.

Shen Zhao waved his hand, signaling them to leave, and the 13 people left as if they had received an amnesty, fearing that they would not live long if they stayed.

But the one thing is that no one is talking about leaving, they seem to have deliberately ignored it.

Of course, Shen Zhao would not take the initiative to mention it. He glanced at Zhongsu and frowned. From the moment the product came out to the moment it became a sand sculpture, he did not feel the fluctuation of the authority of the flame at all.

Logically speaking, [-]% of the power of the flame was divided into seven shares by the Holy Master and handed over to seven demons respectively. Isn't it one of them?

Seeing that they were still bickering, Shen Zhao couldn't help interjecting, "Zhongsu, where is the old man's anger?"

The Lord and Zhongsu had a meal together, and they lost all intention of arguing. The Lord stared at Zhongsu even more closely. His mood was very complicated. He knew that it might strengthen Shenzhao's combat power, but he still wanted to see him. To my anger ah.

As for the authority holy masters in his body, he is not worried. Once the authority is controlled, no one can seize it unless he actively distributes it.

Unless it is erased by the soul like the mirror god, but the soul of the devil is immortal, so the Holy Lord does not panic at all.

Now it is the worst situation, how can it go bad?

Zhongsu didn't answer, but looked at Zhao silently, and the scarlet eyes dimmed.

Obviously, this was to carry the silence through to the end, and would rather die than answer Shen Zhao's question.

However, Shen Zhao can roughly guess that maybe he made the worst plan and handed over the authority of the flames to the subsequent monarch, or even more ruthlessly, he directly threw the flames into hell.

It is intended that the power of flames will never be complete, and these monarchs can do this.

Glancing at the sand sculptures hanging on the wall, Shen Zhao turned and walked out, saying nothing, he still has his own business to attend to.

At worst, after unifying the way of the monarch, just penetrate the hell space directly.

Taking a step, Shenzhao disappeared directly into the castle. This battle didn't have to be so difficult, but Daolong fooled him so purely.

And when Shenzhao left, Zhongsu's eyes lit up again, he looked at the empty castle hall, a little dazed and didn't say a word.

"Excellent, isn't it?"

The Lord said with emotion that he was more open-minded than at the beginning, and his emotions became more, as if he had really become an old man.

"Equally despicable," Zhongsu couldn't help replying.

"Hey, I feel the breath of many ethnic groups, maybe they are really coming back?" The Holy Master sighed, who can't understand the general situation?But who would be willing?
That is something that has been born up to the present, tens of thousands of years, if it is not there, it will be gone.

Zhongsu was silent, and he said indifferently: "The result is the same."

"Yes. If you lose, you lose."
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San Francisco.

Shen Zhao looked at an ancient castle in front of him indifferently, and threw out a dragon blast.

A large number of formations and magic in this castle were triggered, and layers of protective shields enveloped the entire castle almost instantly.

However, with Shenzhao's current strength and the growth of the original source, even if it is a non-killing dragon blast, it still cannot be blocked by Daolong's arrangement.

boom!
After a loud roar, the entire castle was instantly destroyed, and a figure vomiting blood and flying upside down flashed before Shen Zhao's eyes.

Daolon wants to escape?
A slight smile appeared on Shen Zhao's face, and the terrifying coercion descended directly with darkness. In an instant, Daolong was frozen in midair, unable to move.

Now, as long as Shen Zhao wants to, he can directly erase the guy who caused trouble at this critical moment.

"Your Majesty, didn't I follow your orders? Why?" There was a trace of fear in Daolong's eyes, but he still said calmly.

After he came back, he originally wanted to run away, but he felt Shen Zhao's aura that had strengthened to make him despair, so he canceled his plan to escape because it was unnecessary.

Under the huge gap in strength, no matter where he ran, he could be caught out. There is no doubt about it, and after running away, he admitted that he had indeed tricked the devil, so he must die.

After balancing, Daolong stayed, but what he didn't expect was that this demon would attack immediately after he came up. If Daolong was not usually very vigilant, and he had the blood of a fallen angel, then he would have been killed just now. g up.

"Do you think I'm here to argue with you?" Shen Zhao still had a slight smile on his face, but the coldness in his eyes made Daolong feel that the weather in the deep winter seemed to threaten the great magister.

"Your Majesty, what do you want from me?" Dao Long forced himself to calm down, panic was useless at this moment, and he had a premonition that he would not die.

After all, if the demon in front of him wants to kill him, there is no need to talk nonsense.

Shen Zhao raised his hand, and a family imprint was condensed directly. Now he doesn't need the assistance of spells for many things.

He just looked at Daolong with a slight smile on his face, the meaning was already very obvious, either become a subordinate or die!
Daolong stared blankly at the simple dragon head imprint, and the dragon horns wrapped around it like a crown made this pattern so noble.

But the meaning it represents is not as good as imagined, forever enslaved, forever controlled by others, without any chance of resistance.

It's just that he... had no choice.

Daolong lowered his head and said in a lonely tone: "See the great demon lord"

The faint smile on Shen Zhao's face became a little more sincere, Daolon's talent would not stop the great magister, and no one knew how far he could go on the road of a wizard, after all, he was a big villain in the original timeline boss.

The family mark was directly pressed on Daolong's body, and the original dark mark on his forehead was gradually replaced, becoming Shenzhao's simple dragon head.

"Very well, you can study in my castle. There are some good mages there, and I'll leave it to you in the future." Shen Zhao said, the fluctuation of Aurora's eye flickered slightly, and the two disappeared in place .
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Xiangjiang, Paddy's Antique Shop.

Feeling the powerful aura that Shen Zhao just exuded, the old man was a little dazed, and before he could react, the righteousness around him began to gather.

The brown sweater on his body turned into a white robe at this moment, and then there were some changes on the robe, a red cloak appeared behind him, and a gossip-like pattern appeared on the white robe as decorate.

An extremely powerful aura gushed out from his body, making the little griffin next to him tremble a little. Except for Xiaoyu, it was afraid of all powerful auras.

In the eyes of Xiaoyu and Tru, there is sincere joy. Although breaking through the mage level cannot break through the limit of the race's lifespan, it is still possible to prolong the lifespan appropriately.

After all, the limit lifespan of a human being can reach about two hundred years, and a powerful mage can easily live to the limit of the race's lifespan.

Dad is currently 78 years old. With continuous breakthroughs, his life may not be halfway through yet?

However, there was no joy in the eyes of the old man. Compared with the aura that made him tremble just now, this strength was not enough.

The great magister really has nothing to be proud of, even the ultimate god of life, it seems that it is useless in this era.

"Father, what happened just now?" Chen Long heard the movement outside and came out of a room. He has been learning fighting skills recently.

Although he has great strength now, he is at a disadvantage every time he fights with demons, so it is still necessary to learn.

"Daddy has made a breakthrough, now he is a great magister." Xiaoyu answered immediately.

And as the breath on the father's body stabilized, the little eagle also slowed down, and it immediately rushed to Xiaoyu's side to pet it. The girl hadn't taken it out to play for a long time.

"Really? That's really something to be happy about. What do you want to eat? Uncle Long, go buy it." Chen Long showed a smile on his face.

No matter how the times change, the tradition of adding meals when there is a good thing will never change.

"Just eat whatever you want, Tru! Have you been lazy recently? Why is Xiaoyu's progress almost surpassing yours? She is so playful in front of her." The old man said perfunctorily, when he noticed the silence on the sofa Toru, who didn't say a word, immediately roared.

And Tru is also a shocker, he knew it was like this, and he had tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, but every time he would be caught and trained, and then he would learn to increase the amount.

Tru replied in a low voice, "I'll try my best, sir."

"Then why are you still sitting here? Why don't you hurry up and learn? When will you use the soul transfer technique, and when will you be able to eat." The old man yelled again.

Tru (trotting into the library): "Yes sir."

Dad: "One more thing, Chen Long, what are you waiting for here? Why don't you buy food? Do you want to starve Dad to death?"

Chen Long: "Okay Dad, I'll go right away."

Dad: "One more thing, make a cup of hot tea for Dad before going. Dad is going to study magic."

Chen Long: "Okay."

Dad: "One more thing"

(End of this chapter)