From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos.

Chapter 1 I am the Holy Lord

"Your Majesty is on tour!"

"Subjects kneel!"

Zhao Zheng felt his mind was in chaos, and countless fragments of memory appeared before his eyes.

In my memory, he was a powerful monarch, sitting on a throne made of pure gold, inlaid with gems and decorated with enamel, accepting offerings from his subjects.

He personally led troops to defeat countless enemies and enslaved countless races.

He ruled an extremely large dynasty, and his fame resounded throughout the world.

He had an army of countless dragons under his command to protect his territory, and groups of servants presented him with all kinds of treasures.

Just when he was about to enjoy himself!
A hoarse, manic, and crazy curse temporarily woke Zhao Zheng up from his dream.

"Get out of my noble body! You damned thief!"

Before he could think, he fell into the dream again.

"Supreme Lord! Please forgive us once!"

"Tyrant! Your rule is intolerable to us!"

"Overthrow the rule of the evil dragon!"

……

The bizarre, whispering dream quickly shattered.

"hiss……"

In a daze, I wanted to turn over, cover my head, and sit up in bed, but I couldn't move my hands and feet. My body seemed to be out of control.

Just as he was trying his best to concentrate and get rid of the shackles of darkness and hallucinations, a vicious roar suddenly sounded in his ears:

"How dare you, you despicable reptile, to compete with me for my body!"

Zhao Zheng tried hard to open his eyes and find the direction of the sound, but he couldn't do it. The sound was as vague as smoke and difficult to detect.

The endless curses coming from all directions made it impossible for Zhao Zheng to concentrate. It made him extremely irritated. He yelled angrily:
"Shut up! This is my body!"

"Do not……"

The cursing voices suddenly stopped, and there was dead silence all around.

"Crack..."

It was like something was broken, and then a torrent of water continuously flowed into Zhao Zheng's soul.

Pain~
burn.

Hot!

The sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows was churning and a red light suddenly appeared and merged into his soul.

Fortunately, the feeling came and went quickly. When the strange feeling in my mind gradually subsided, it was like the clouds and mist dissipated and the blue sky appeared again.

Zhao Zheng was finally able to control his body perfectly.

“I am resurrected”

Just when Zhao Zheng wanted to get up, he found that he still couldn't control his body, as if his whole body was poured with cement, and he couldn't even feel his hands and feet.

That's right! I'm now in the state of a stone sculpture, sealed away.

"Good fellow! I didn't get to enjoy myself at all! I went to jail and traveled through time!"

Zhao Zheng sighed inwardly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He was just an ordinary person in his previous life, living an ordinary life, and he had no objection to traveling through time. After all, this was the Holy Lord!

A cute and charming villain who exists throughout the entire "Jackie Chan Adventures".

One of the eight demon monarchs who ruled in ancient times, a noble dragon, the most powerful demon wizard, and other villains surrounded by countless halos.

"It's all mine!"

In the dim room, a stone sculpture of a coiled dragon opened its scarlet eyes. His vision was blurred at first, then covered with a faint crimson. What he saw was a magnificent and spacious hall with various reliefs, which had a very Western classical flavor.

An office?

Looking down, I saw a man with a white ponytail and a green suit, scolding his men.

It's Wallon!
"You actually said that one person defeated all of you!"

The ones being scolded are the three idiots in the original novel! Lasu! Zhou! Afen!
Zhao Zheng looked at it with interest.

The three people who were being scolded looked at each other. Ah Fen shrugged and said helplessly: "Oh! Yes, but..."

Before he could finish, Valon interrupted him:

"My three men, armed with the most advanced weapons, can't defeat a mere archaeologist?"

After a moment of silence, Ah Fen carefully defended himself:
"He's holding two windshield wipers in his hands!"

Zhao Zheng almost laughed out loud. These idiots are really more of a hindrance than a help! With these crouching dragons and phoenixes, it's no wonder that the Holy Lord's cause has failed!
It seems that the plot has just begun. These guys wanted to get the "chicken talisman" back but were taught a lesson by Jackie Chan.

Next up is Tru’s turn!
Ignoring the farce of Walon and the others, Zhao Zheng began to think about his next plan for resurrection.

As we all know, the Holy Lord is incomplete.

With a body full of loopholes and backup plans, he was defeated repeatedly when facing the protagonist group. He was unable to exert much of his strength and was sealed again.

Let’s not talk about the sealed door left by the Eight Immortals and the restrictions left by Lopez.

Just take the twelve talismans scattered around the world, the wisdom and magic consumed by hell, and the magic of fire pledged in the hands of several other brothers and sisters in hell, that explains everything.

The Holy Lord is destined to fail!
But I am not the Holy Lord!

I am familiar with the plot of the original novel, and can obtain the talismans hidden all over the world in advance. As long as I operate well, I will be able to turn the tide and stand on the top of the world again.

"That's enough! Tru, go get me the shield!"

The farce was over. Zhao Zheng turned his gaze back to Walon and chuckled. His voice was low but not deep, and he said lightly:

"Valon! The shield is not important, what's important is the charm embedded in the middle of the shield! My minions will help you!"

Zhao Zheng stared at Walon with his scarlet eyes, making him dare not breathe. As his scarlet eyes flashed, a lot of black shadows instantly emerged from the ground, surrounding the entire hall.

Shadow Ninja, the Holy Lord's minion, a loyal subordinate controlled by him with magic.

Although Zhao Zheng replaced the Holy Lord, the control magic did not become ineffective with the Holy Lord's demise.

A trace of fear appeared on Valon's gloomy face, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Yes, Lord!"

"Take back the talisman, these are all yours!"

A shadow ninja held a treasure bottle made of pure gold in his hand and gently opened a corner, revealing it was filled with shiny red gems.

"hiss…"

Valon took a deep breath, and the fear in his eyes disappeared instantly. There was only desire and greed for money in his pupils, but soon the shadow ninja retreated again.

"Don't be anxious, Valon! I'm waiting for your good news!"

Zhao Zheng is not a saint who can only make empty promises. He knows very well that if you want the horse to run, you must feed it grass, but the prerequisite is that he really gets the "chicken talisman" back.

Watching Tru and others leave, Zhao Zheng sighed softly.

Hope this trip goes well.

He closed his eyes again and began to sort out the Holy Lord's memories again.

By the way, I remember there are two talismans in Bavaria that are easier to find, so I’ll go get them first.

"The minions are relying on you."

Countless dark shadows surged under Zhao Zheng's body. Black shadows emerged and then disappeared again.

Valon shuddered coldly, turned his head to look at the Holy Lord who was resting with his eyes closed, his pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)