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

Chapter 108 The storm is coming!

San Francisco, a small frontier town.

A guy from Florida was doing an experiment in his rented house. He was thinking of going to the largest square and feeding the pigeons bread filled with laxatives.

As he thought about it, the old man seemed to be a little moved. He stood up, slowly walked towards the kitchen, and closed the kitchen door.

Da da
There were slight sounds of footsteps, and the old man who was about to sprinkle medicine on the bread paused and looked out the window.

The time is now five in the morning and it is still as dark outside as usual. How could someone enter his house at this time?

"Fake!"

He cursed softly, glanced at a sleeping cat in the corner of the living room, then decisively took out a shotgun and walked towards the living room.

In Florida, there is a pervert who likes to sneak into other people's homes late at night to harm kittens. It was because the pervert had never been caught that he brought his lovely kittens to live here.

Cute little kittens must not be persecuted!

Thinking of this, the brother's eyes became more determined, he loaded the gun, and slowly opened the kitchen door.

Click~
There was a slight turning sound from the door lock, and the brother looked out quietly.

The next moment, a pale, strange gray face appeared before his eyes, and the pure white eyes on the face scared him even more.

"Fuck! What the hell is that? Shit! Don't come over here!"

Bang bang bang!
Continuous gunshots suddenly rang out, and a magazine was emptied in an instant.

But the gray, dry and thin figure did not even retreat a single step, instead his feet left the ground and floated over quickly.

"Go to hell, you damned thing!"

The brother's voice was a little distorted and sounded very sharp, even causing the sleeping neighbors around to turn on the lights and stick their heads out to check what was going on here!

The sharp sound didn't last long before it suddenly stopped. A green gas quickly flowed out of the old man's eyes and entered the eyes of the strange and dry monster.

After the dry and skinny figure absorbed everything, his body became fuller and a peculiar sense of oppression gradually increased.

The older brother was lying on the ground twitching, and a cat was running around the house in panic, screaming in fear.

The air-eating ghost's eyes gradually showed a thoughtful look, and he grabbed the running kitten. As the green light flashed, the kitten gradually became motionless.

But the twitching old man twisted strangely, and finally slowly twisted around, lying on the ground with a hoarse voice: "Master!"

The thoughtful look in the eyes of the air-eating ghost became more and more intense. Soon, he sniffed, broke through the door with a bang, and walked towards the lighted house with his brother!

……

When the sky began to dawn, the father, who usually got up late, got up early for a rare occasion, prepared breakfast, and sat down with a smile on his face, waiting for the other two to get up.

"Good morning! Dad, why are you up so early?" Jackie Chan greeted him and went into the bathroom to wash up.

"Good morning, Jackie Chan, try the garlic sandwich I made." Dad responded with a smile.

Jackie Chan paused, turned his head, and looked a little confused.

Xiaoyu, who was following behind Jackie Chan, also stopped in her tracks. Her sleepy eyes suddenly widened and she asked in surprise, "Dad, are you... okay?"

Dad continued to smile: "Of course it's okay, what could possibly happen to Dad?"

"But!" Xiaoyu continued to widen her eyes, thought for a moment and asked, "Nothing happened, why did you get up so early? Did something happen?"

Daddy smiled gently and said, "Dad plans to take you to see a play this weekend."

Jackie Chan frowned, and the confusion on his face turned into helplessness: "But Dad, I still have work to do on the weekends, I'm afraid I don't have time to accompany you!"

Xiaoyu tilted her head, her eyes flashing with confusion: "Drama? Since when did Dad like this kind of thing?"

The old man adjusted his reading glasses, his eyes full of nostalgia, and said very seriously: "This is not the kind of drama you see, Xiaoyu. This is an ancient show of Daxia. To be more precise, it should be a singing opera!"

"But, Dad," Jackie Chan tried to say something.

"Jackie Chan!" Dad interrupted Jackie Chan and said in a depressed mood: "That was the theater where I studied when I was young. Dad and his childhood friend separated at that time and haven't seen each other for 60 years!"

He turned around and looked at Jackie Chan seriously: "This may be the last time we meet. Dad wants to take you to see him."

Jackie Chan was stunned, then smiled helplessly: "Okay, I understand, Dad. I will arrange the work."

Xiaoyu pouted: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Suddenly she thought of something, her eyes lit up: "But Dad, can we invite friends to come along?"

"Of course!" Dad smiled gently, "Have breakfast first! I'll ask for a few more tickets!"

Jackie Chan nodded: "Okay, Dad."

Xiaoyu smiled. She had no interest in Daxia's ancient opera! But if she could share the boredom, it would be fine. She couldn't be the only one who was drowsy, right?
.........

The Black Hand Gang building, office.

Zhao Zheng, who was obsessed with studying magic, felt something in his heart. He looked around with some confusion and muttered in a low voice: "Who is thinking about me?"

But then he shook his head, put down the book in his hand, picked up the Flame Ale on the table and drank it all, and casually ordered the Shadow Ninja waiting on the side: "Go, help me catch a few death row prisoners!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow warrior beside him moved instantly, turned into a black shadow and disappeared. About a few minutes later.

The shadow ninja came over with a black man in each hand and said respectfully: "Your Majesty! There are only two left!"

Zhao Zheng took a glance and felt a little disappointed. He didn't expect these death row prisoners to be so useless. Looking at the terrified Hei Mango, he thought for a while and signaled the Shadow Ninja to tie them to the operating table.

Suddenly, ignoring the crazy struggles of these Black Mangoes, Zhao Zheng took out a magic wand and began to chant something. A black light began to flash on the magic wand and shone on the Black Mangoes.

Hei Mangge trembled slightly twice, broke free from the restraints, stood up, and began to undergo strange changes.

Its flesh and blood slowly separated, and gradually only a skeleton was left. Then, the fleshless body gradually began to collapse.

Zhao Zheng stretched out his hand, and the skeleton instantly turned into ashes and scattered on the ground.
Zhao Zheng's hand sank slightly, and a ball of light slowly emerged from the top of the magic wand. In an instant, the ashes turned into a skeleton again.

Zhao Zheng looked at the flesh and bones on the ground in thought. These skeletons transformed from black mangoes were too fragile and could not support their bodies at all.

It seemed that there was not much difference between it and when it was alive. In fact, because of the loss of flesh and blood, it was even weaker than when it was alive.

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment as he thought about it. Wait, will there be any success if it is combined with alchemy?

Alchemical puppets do have a very glorious history, but it’s a pity that the books seemed to have been destroyed by the Holy Lord before?

In the distant ancient times, there was a race that specialized in studying alchemical puppets, and even wanted to use the power of alchemical puppets to defeat the Holy Lord!

In the end, it was obvious that the Holy Lord easily wiped out this race, and even the crystallization of their wisdom—the alchemical puppets—were completely burned by the Holy Lord.

And the upper limit of this thing is not very high!
"Oh!" Zhao Zheng sighed, destroyed the skeleton, and felt depressed looking at the messy office.

He had nothing to do and felt a little bored!

Studying magic is too boring, and after studying for a long time you may find that it is not as powerful as your own spray!
Time passed slowly, and when night fell again, the dark energy and positive energy between heaven and earth suddenly flickered.

Zhao Zheng paused while reading. Yin and Yang lost their balance? What the hell?

After thinking about it, he decided to go and see if there was any fun happening. With a burst of divine power, he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

When he flashed to the location in the direction where the black air and righteous energy burst out, a hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Zheng's eyes.

This is a small town on the edge of San Francisco, with a permanent population of about 20,000. But now, the whole town is filled with smoke.

The merciless flames devoured house after house, and on the streets there were cars crashing into each other and people wandering around in a daze.

Zhao Zheng frowned. No, those didn’t seem to be human beings. They were flesh and blood puppets?
It seems that only air-eating ghosts can make such things, right?
Ok?
Zhao Zheng looked towards the center of the town, where a powerful black gas was rising into the sky. Judging from the concentration of the black gas, it was not even weaker than the previous sword dragon.

Zhao Zheng frowned, and he suddenly thought of a character, a breath-eating ghost whose father had been sucked dry!
Could it be that the thing revived prematurely?
Zhao Zheng decisively flew towards the black gas and arrived above a square almost instantly.

Below, under the moonlight, countless people were being pressed down by flesh and blood puppets, approaching the center point.

At the center, there was a handsome young man wearing a black suit and a blood-red cloak, sitting elegantly on a scarlet throne.

He is unscrupulously absorbing human vitality and increasing his own energy.

"Little thing? Why are you so arrogant?"

Zhao Zheng did not hide his aura and descended slowly.

The Count of the Ghost of Breathing paused, then looked up instantly. When he sensed the aura revealed by Zhao Zheng, he chuckled and said, "Dear guest, are you here to celebrate my resurrection?"

"You don't know who I am?" Zhao Zheng frowned and asked indifferently.

The air-eating ghost was stunned, holding his forehead helplessly, and said casually: "I have been asleep for hundreds of years. Are the black-qi wizards so rampant now? Boy, don't you know who I am?"

Zhao Zheng frowned, a little impatient, and the aura of the Demon Lord on his body burst out instantly, and the celestial phenomena in the sky also changed instantly at this moment.

The overwhelming momentum forced the air-eating ghost to kneel on the ground. Sweat appeared on his forehead where it shouldn't have been. He asked in a trembling voice:

"Demon...Lord? My Lord, what do you want from me?"

Zhao Zheng was actually a little surprised when he saw the handsome appearance of the Air-Eating Ghost. After all, the appearance of the childhood shadow in his memory was not good at all, and he was not that smart.

Of course, there is another possibility, such as I recognized the wrong person and this is a new gas eater.

"How did you get out?" Zhao Zheng asked curiously, but his tone was serious and majestic, which made the air-eating ghost tremble all over.

He raised his head slightly and glanced at Zhao Zheng. When he saw his cold eyes, he quickly lowered his head to the ground and began to describe with a choked voice.

"Your Majesty, I was forced to do this! I was originally sealed up, but I didn't expect a few demons to break into my room. They opened the seal and beat me up!"

The air-eating ghost choked up as he spoke: "For a whole incense stick of time, the demon kept whipping me and wanted to take me away. Fortunately, I used all my strength to escape from their hands. If I hadn't recovered my strength, I would have been beaten to death by the demon!"

The corners of Zhao Zheng's mouth twitched. Demon? Could it be that these little guys from Huanyan Dragon were behind this?
After thinking for a while, Zhao Zheng said, "Your presence has destroyed the balance of yin and yang. Do you understand?"

The air-eating ghost shuddered again and kowtowed repeatedly: "I understand... I understand!"

There was a great purge hundreds of years ago. It seems that at that time there was a dark wizard named Ma Jiu who launched a genocide plan. He didn't want to die, so he sealed himself.

As expected, the world outside is too scary, and now is not the time to be born.

Thinking of this, the Air-Eating Ghost stood up and bowed to Zhao Zheng very respectfully. Then his whole body shook, and a large amount of green gas rushed up into the sky from his body, splitting into countless tiny gases and flying in all directions.

The flesh and blood puppets, like zombies, fell down one after another after these tiny gases entered their bodies.

The gray skin and fangs slowly disappeared and gradually returned to normal.

The body of the air-eating ghost swelled visibly, gradually turning into a skinny Jura, and its hair slowly fell out.

A hint of understanding appeared in Zhao Zheng's eyes. Sure enough, this air-eating ghost was the one in his impression. It was just that he might not have enough energy at that time, so he did not reach his complete form.

Zhao Zheng looked at this thing with some satisfaction. He waved his sleeve and packed it up and put it into the divine realm.

He now has a better experiment!
At this moment, the Tai Chi diagram appeared again and directly swallowed up some of the remaining black air.

Then he turned his indifferent gaze towards Zhao Zheng, and the two looked at each other.

The feeling of hunger came again along with the mysterious feeling, Zhao Zheng threw it away and let it go away!

Zhao Zheng thought about it, looked at the people around him who were about to wake up, and without paying too much attention, turned around and flew into the air towards the Black Hand Building.

Suddenly, the origin inexplicably increased a little, which made Zhao Zheng pause. He looked up at the sky but didn't pay much attention to it.

What the black energy and the positive energy want is for the world's status to be restored, but now the black energy and the positive energy are almost balanced, and there is even less black energy. The new world consciousness is their biggest enemy.

Although Zhao Zheng is now favored by both righteousness and evil, how can it compare to complete control?

As he was thinking, suddenly, the balance of yin and yang shook violently, and a feeling of impending storm came over him, making Zhao Zheng feel a little uneasy.

What's going on here?
(End of this chapter)