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

Chapter 101 The Armor of the Immortal God!
"Aochen, what on earth is the old man trying to do?" The devil Xiaolong followed Aochen forward boredly and asked casually.

"This is not something you should worry about!" Ao Chen asked calmly, with a golden pointer in his hand that looked like a dragon horn constantly emitting red energy.

The little devil dragon yawned and said lightly, "By the way, how were you bred? Are you the offspring of evil dragons? If that's the case, I'm still your master!"

Ao Chen walked silently, his eyes slightly gloomy: "Pay attention to your attitude."

The devil Xiaolong paused, his eyes flickered, and he said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore!"

Ao Chen stopped talking and just increased the output of magic power to the dragon horn. When they walked to a forest, the dragon horn trembled slightly and then returned to its original state.

But Ao Chen had already stopped: "This is it, let your demonic energy explode."

The devil dragon stretched out his hand nonchalantly, a terrifying black air enveloped the surroundings. He opened his mouth slowly, and a tremor like coming from the void appeared.

A strange yet terrifying syllable swept through the black demonic energy, and the surrounding space suddenly trembled violently.

Between heaven and earth, the dark energy and the righteous energy slowly turned their gazes over, and then slowly disappeared.

The devil dragon flew into the air, pressed down with one hand, and another strange syllable came out of his mouth. A raging fire instantly burned in the rolling darkness.

As the space continued to twist, endless chill instantly swept around.

In the sky, cool snowflakes slowly fell, and then, flakes of snow covered the space next to the forest, causing Ao Chen to frown unhappily.

The Huanyan Dragon people don't like water and ice.

As the third syllable of the Demon Dragon fell, a pure white door suddenly descended. The number of snowflakes around it suddenly increased, and the goose feather-like snow continued to fall, dyeing the green forest with a layer of pure white.

"What nasty weather." The devil dragon said unhappily. A halo of fire appeared around him, blocking all snowflakes.

Ao Chen looked at the door, frowned, and took the lead to approach: "Let's go, stop complaining."

The devil dragon followed, and when he stepped into the white portal, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Hey, Aochen, if I'm not mistaken, you are here to find Santa Claus, right? "

Ao Chen looked at the pure white world around him with a gloomy face. Endless snow and continuous snow-capped mountains were all the scenery here.

Ao Chen turned around without thinking, ready to leave, but the next moment, the door behind him disappeared at some point, and all he saw was still a sea of ​​white.

Ao Chen turned his head, frowned, and began to chant magic spells. The blizzard around him suddenly stopped, and powerful energy fluctuations began to gather.

"Ao Chen? What do you want from me?" A deep and hoarse voice echoed throughout the entire space.

A handsome man in crimson armor appeared before them silently with his arms crossed, seeming to be very displeased at being summoned so suddenly.

"Master Madara!" Ao Chen didn't care about Madara's cold attitude towards him, but bowed slightly and said, "We need your help!"

A hint of thought appeared in Uchiha Madara's eyes, and then he smiled and stretched out his hand. In the snow, a second sun began to appear in the sky, and a scorching breath began to spread.

“No matter how many times you watch it, it’s still a work of art!”

Ao Chen looked at Uchiha Madara with a little envy, a little dazed, while the devil dragon next to him was already sweating profusely.

This guy...how could he be so strong?
How did the old man recruit such a strong man?
"Okay!" Uchiha Madara stretched out his right hand and clenched it slightly towards the snow-capped mountain in front of him. A fireball of nearly a thousand meters condensed in the air slowly moved forward.

In an instant, the mountains blocking the Tailed Beast Ball were swept away like dead wood and rotten wood.

"Um?!"

Uchiha Madara looked at the protective shield erected in the distance with a serious expression. He vaguely felt that there was a sacred and powerful mysterious force supporting it.

"blocked?"

The devil dragon was a little surprised. If this attack landed on him, he believed that with his ability, he should... maybe... be killed!

hum~
A very modern alarm sounded instantly, and a building that looked like a lighthouse on the top of the snow-capped mountain emitted a red light illuminating the surroundings.

A fat old man with a white beard walked out of the Christmas house, his clear eyes full of horror as he looked at the approaching powerful attack.

The surrounding space was fluctuating violently, and little elves dressed in green clothes and no more than one meter tall appeared instantly. They wore green Santa hats on their pointed ears and looked at the sky with serious eyes.

"Christmas elves assemble!"

A loud shout was heard, and suddenly, more elves appeared out of nowhere. They all raised their hands, and a powerful green barrier instantly covered the entire mountain.

boom! Boom boom boom.
The terrifying noise spread throughout the space, causing a huge avalanche and throwing the entire area into chaos.

Santa Claus' voice was a little choked up, and he asked with a trembling voice: "What is that? It's so scary!"

An elf looked at the faint cracks on the barrier and said, "I don't know either, but I can feel the strong darkness. We need support!"

"Support? How to get support?" Santa Claus said in panic.

"Xiao Wei'er" the elf did not answer, but shouted loudly.

"Coming!" A male elf ran out and said solemnly, "Captain, what do you want?"

"Go find Master Chen in the antique shop and tell him that the Undead God's armor is being targeted by demons!" The captain looked at the cracked shield and said solemnly, "We may not be able to hold on for much longer."

"Yes, I'll go right away." Xiao Weier answered and disappeared out of thin air.

"We hid so well, how could we be targeted by the devil?" Santa Claus' face was extremely pale and somewhat incredulous.

Captain Santa didn't say anything, but increased the output of magic power in his hands. After a while, he said with a hint of bitterness: "If it weren't for the power of the immortal god, this attack would have wiped us out!"

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Ring ring ring.
"Welcome to Daddy's Antique Shop. How may I help you?"

"Hello, do you have antiques from the Lin Dynasty here? I'm more interested in that period." A middle-aged man wearing a top hat walked into the store and asked with a smile.

Jackie Chan's smile became more sincere. He walked out of the counter and extended his hand slightly to the left to guide the customer: "Yes, these are all antiques from the Lin Dynasty. Take a look and see what you need."

“How about introducing it to me?” The middle-aged man explained, “My boss is an elegant collector, and I need to give him the detailed information so that he knows what to buy.”

"Um, this is a vase?" Jackie Chan said, somewhat stumped, "You can take it away for only 400,000 yuan."

The middle-aged man paused, looked at Jackie Chan strangely, nodded, and said, "No problem! Wrap it up!" "Wait!"

The old man at the side looked at Jackie Chan who was packing and said unhappily: "Dad won't sell you his antiques."

"Get out of here right now!"

The smile on the middle-aged man's face froze, and he looked at Jackie Chan at a loss, and said, "Since you are opening a business, why don't you sell it to me?"

Jackie Chan shrugged, stopped what he was doing, and said helplessly, "My dear customer! Since my dad doesn't want to sell it, I have no choice!"

"You'd better leave!"

The middle-aged man shook his head, took a deep look at the skinny old man sitting on the sofa drinking tea, and walked out the door.

"Tell the people behind you. I hope you don't come to disturb my life again!"

The moment the middle-aged man walked out of the antique shop, the old man's voice exploded, scaring Xiaoyu who was sitting in the living room watching TV.

Dad came out angrily and made a pinky promise.

After Jackie Chan lowered his head, he put two fingers together and slapped him on the forehead, and shouted: "You are an incompetent archaeologist. You know that antiques have souls. If you sell them to certain people like this, they will cry!"

"Uh, but." Jackie Chan covered his head with his hands, feeling a little aggrieved. He felt that his father was very irritable these days, so he brought Xiaoyu back from District 13 to accompany him well.

Dad reached out again, snap!

"No buts! That customer just now wasn't here to buy anything!" Dad said angrily, "You need to open your eyes!"

"Uh, okay dad, that"

Snapped!
The old man couldn't help but hit him again, and pushed Jackie Chan to the library while saying, "No, I have to put aside my research on magic and give you a deep training."

"But Dad, I still have to look after the store, and dinner is about to begin." Jackie Chan was pushed forward helplessly, trying to reason with his father.

"Xiao Yu will take good care of the antique shop, right?" Dad turned his head and looked towards the living room gently and asked.

Xiaoyu smiled widely, and quickly ran behind the counter and said, "Of course, I will keep my eyes on every bad guy who tries to use money to get close to me. I can do that."

"Look, Xiaoyu is so smart." The old man said gently, then turned around and shouted, "Look at you again, you need to reflect on yourself!"

"Okay, Dad." Jackie Chan entered the library reluctantly.

As the door slammed shut, Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief. Her angry father was so scary.

Jackie Chan followed his father into the magic collection room and helplessly held his forehead: "Dad, can we eat first? Xiaoyu is hungry."

Just as Dad was about to speak, the temperature in the entire antique shop dropped instantly. Dad's face instantly turned gloomy. He slammed open the door and looked outside.

A male elf appeared out of nowhere before their eyes.

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up: "Wow! An elf!"

The old man paused, frowned, looked at the ugly little elf with green hair in front of him and asked, "I don't remember inviting you."

Little Will ignored the surprise of the others, glanced around, and finally fixed his sight on his father: "You are Master Chen, right? The most powerful magician in America!"

The Christmas Space is a special place. They can use some means to see Europe and the United States. They have long been paying attention to this powerful magician!

This is a very respectable and powerful wizard!
"Yes, yes, Mr. Elf, this is the powerful Master Chen. Tell him your predicament quickly and the powerful master will help you." Xiaoyu came forward with great interest and said quickly to the elf who was only two-thirds of her height.

Little Weir was stunned. He looked at Xiaoyu and then turned to look at his father. Are all mages nowadays so kind-hearted?

But he did not hesitate and said quickly: "Santa Claus is in danger. Three very scary demons are attacking the Christmas space. Come on, follow me to save him!"

"Santa Claus? Is there really such a thing? I thought it was fake just like Nomi Cop." Xiaoyu's eyes were full of surprise. Santa Claus, hey, she had heard of it in Hong Kong.

"Xiao Yu! Stop making trouble!" Jackie Chan said with a frown.

"Oh, okay." Xiaoyu pouted, then looked at the elf curiously and stopped talking.

"What kind of demon?" A trace of solemnity and special righteousness flashed in the old man's eyes!
This kind of energy is very special and can be called the energy of justice, but it has two sides and can be obtained by evil people or creatures.

Then the dark side of the energy of justice will swallow up this energy and become a great tonic for the black energy creatures.

"I don't know, but the power of the other elves won't last much longer, and our captain said their goal is the armor of the immortal god!" Little Will said anxiously, "Hurry up, Master Chen, it's too late."

"What?" Daddy's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly shouted to Jackie Chan: "Go, quickly get Daddy's magic weapon. Once the devil gets the God Armor, I'm afraid the yin and yang will be completely unbalanced!"

"No, I want to go too! That's Santa Claus! I haven't seen Santa Claus yet!" Xiaoyu said decisively.

"No, it's too dangerous, Xiaoyu, you can't go!" This time, Dad's face was very serious, and he spoke in a deep voice, which was different from every time before.

Xiaoyu had never seen her father so serious. She shrank back a little, lowered her head and muttered in disappointment: "Ah! How could this happen!"

She blinked at the elf with her big eyes and opened her mouth to describe something.

"Dad, here you go." Jackie Chan came out with two dried puffer fishes and a dried lizard, and a small package on his back. These should be the materials his dad would need when he went out at any time.

"Let's go. The Undead God Armor must not be taken away by the devil." Dad looked at the elf and said.

"and many more!"

Dad suddenly remembered something and hesitated for a while. He said to Jackie Chan, "Take the armor of the eighth immortal god with you!"

"Otherwise, we may not be able to fight them with our own strength."

"Okay!" Jackie Chan immediately ran back into the house, and soon came out carrying a suit of blue armor.

"Snapped!"

The old man put his fingers together, hit the elf, and said seriously: "Hurry up and teleport!"

The elf came back to his senses, nodded, and glanced at Xiaoyu. The space around them shook instantly, and their clan's unique space teleportation ability was activated. The three people except Xiaoyu suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

(End of this chapter)