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

Chapter 157 The devil is about to revive!

"Zhulan, what's going on?"

Basha's voice rang out in the hall, making Zhu Lan feel even worse.

"The Thunder Beast is dead, and Basha is in the abyss and won't come out. The core of the abyss is with him, go ask him."

Zhu Lan said this gloomily and continued to set up his magic circle.

Basha shrugged nonchalantly: "It's not a big problem. There are three demons now. We will be able to get out sooner or later."

"On the contrary, you, tsk tsk tsk, are still thinking about eating at this time." Basha's shadow squatted in the center of Zhulan's formation, where a white worm over fifty centimeters long was wriggling unconsciously.

This is exactly the food that Zhu Lan has been longing for, the abyss worm.

This is also Bo Gang’s favorite food. Well, there is no food that Bo Gang doesn’t like.

However, Zhu Lan is the most proficient in the research of abyss worms. As long as there is an abyss worm in the world, he can simulate the abyss nascent sea and allow the worms to continue to divide and grow.

Although this will deprive the abyss worm of its evolutionary function, who cares?

All Zhu Lan wanted was food, something delicious that could help him recover from his injuries.

Zhu Lan didn't say anything, his eyes were a little gloomy: "Are you here to mock me? Basha, your story has just been exposed."

Basha paused, retracted the hand that was poking the worm's belly, and spread her hands innocently: "I just came to remind my great Majesty Zhulan that even if the Thunder Beast Plan fails, there are still two plans waiting for you to complete."

Zhu Lan paused, the gloom on his face eased a little, but his words were still indifferent: "I know, I don't need you to nag."

Basha rolled her eyes and asked, "Zhulan, my eldest nephew is still pregnant, right?"

Zhu Lan glanced at him without replying and continued to carve his own formation. He needed to first create a small abyss nascent sea to prevent the only abyss worm from dying.

Only then will I be in the mood to make other plans.

Abyss worms are things born from the abyss consciousness and the abyss primordial sea. Seriously speaking, each worm is pure energy nurtured by heaven and earth.

It’s just that this world is a crazy world like the abyss.

But it is also because of this that every abyss worm has the potential to reach the peak, and they need to constantly devour and kill each other in order to evolve.

What Zhulan needs to do is to preserve that pure high-level energy, and then continuously replicate, multiply and enhance this energy.

The abyss worms that finally made it to his table were actually experience babies.

Eating that thing is equivalent to practicing, and given his current physical condition, eating this thing can restore his strength.

Otherwise, he would not have gone to the Abyss of the New Sea to seek death. There was a powerful person there at that time.

Do you really think he is greedy?

Basha saw that Zhulan ignored him, but she was not embarrassed. Instead, she moved closer and whispered, "Zhulan, what do you think of the elves?"

Zhu Lan paused, thought of something, frowned and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"It seems you've thought of it too." Basha smiled particularly cunningly.

"My nephew's body has not yet been fully conceived, and it has been integrated with my magic power, which also contains the power of the immortal gods. We can completely put my nephew into the body of an elf and then revive the elf."

"If my eldest nephew can become the leader of a powerful race, you can imagine what he can gain."

"Think about the Mother Tree of Life. If you can drain that thing, can you directly recover to your peak?"

"This curse is harmless." Basha said with sincerity in her eyes: "Now that my plan has failed, I just want the demons to rule the earth again, and then take back my pitiful origin."

There was a thoughtful look in Zhu Lan's eyes. He carefully thought about Basha's words, but did not find any loopholes in them.

This doesn't seem to be of any benefit to Bazaar.

Zhu Lan looked at Basha deeply and asked bluntly: "What good will this do for you?"

Basha was stunned for a moment, then smiled sincerely: "We have been suppressed by the Holy Lord and will never be able to make a breakthrough. Sometimes it is in our collective interest for you to become stronger."

Zhu Lan thought about it for a while, then nodded: "Okay, your suggestion is good, I will accept it."

"There will be more suggested curses in the future. I just hope that after you recover, don't forget to help me move the angel's body. If I am kept being pressed down, I will never recover." Basha said, looking a little pitiful.

Zhu Lan glanced at him coldly and waved his hand. Basha's projection was instantly burned out.

As the last inscription was carved, the entire underground palace was suddenly ablaze with a black hot aura. An extremely crazy consciousness was brewing, as if it had instantly returned from the beautiful outside world to the abyss of despair.

In the center of the formation, the worm that was constantly wriggling suddenly felt happy.

It was like a fish struggling on the shore being suddenly released back into the water.

Zhu Lan waved his hand, and the large area of ​​scorching darkness in front of him gradually disappeared into the void. He looked at the ground thoughtfully.

He took a casual step forward.

hum~
A huge blood-red hexagram magic circle appeared, and a dragon egg with a diameter of one meter and a height of about one and a half meters was faintly visible in it.

"Elves?"

Zhu Lan murmured and looked towards the direction of Western Europe. The Mother Tree of Life was an extremely ancient and powerful divine object. If he could absorb its pure life force, it would indeed help him recover quickly.

But there are too many restrictions left by the roots of the elves above, and he is not qualified to touch them now.

Unless he can recover 30% of his strength in his prime, touching the origin would be tantamount to seeking death. His body would be annihilated in minutes and he would roll back to hell in disgrace.

Resurrect the elves.
He felt the approach of the black energy, his eyes thoughtful, and now the balance between the two sides was almost equal.

Xiaoyu returned to her normal form, and with the deaths of the three most powerful men, the balance was barely maintained at this level.

Now the world is definitely in urgent need of a new Holy Lord to break the balance and push the world further forward.

The elves are indeed a good race. The Holy Lord holds the Cup of Life in his hand and is naturally incompatible with the elves.

If he really merges into the elves, then the entire elves will go crazy and target that Holy Lord.

For the elves, the Cup of Life is something that must never be lost.

This plan works.

Zhu Lan stretched out his hand, and the red magic circle on the ground slowly disappeared.

The huge golden egg flew into Zhu Lan's hand. He fumbled with the egg and fell into deep thought. What he had to consider now was that his sister seemed to be still in the rebellious period and was a little disobedient.

Among the ancient magic left by Basha, there is magic that can distort the consciousness of living beings, just like hypnosis, which can make a living being completely obedient.

But for the devil, Zhulan didn't know whether this was good or bad, as his magic would be broken by the powerful magic.

By then, the brothers will really turn against each other.

"Your Majesty, we have found some of what you were looking for."

Zhulan rubbed his heart with a headache, staring at the dark wizard who was trembling all over with his scarlet eyes.

"Go on. I'll only give you seven days. No matter what method you use, you have seven days to find them all. If you can't find them all, then there's no need for you to exist."

Zhu Lan said coldly that these people would be real useless if they were not put under some pressure.

"Yes, yes, I'll go and urge them right away." The dark wizard nodded repeatedly and fled away quickly, staggering a little.

The pressure from the devil was too terrifying for him and he couldn't withstand it.

Zhu Lan tapped the armrest lightly with his sharp fingertips. Thinking of something, he frowned and began to carve magic.

He needs to discuss it with Basha, or in other words, instill in him some hatred towards Shengzhu and Xiaoyu, and also instill in him some hatred towards Basha.

With hatred, everything is easy to talk about.

After all, there is still a chance to change back the changed racial form in the future, so it shouldn't be a big problem. I hope he won't be so rebellious.

Zhu Lan sighed slightly. He really had complicated feelings towards this sister.——

"I never thought opera could be so interesting, but..."

Xiaoyu watched with great interest as the actors on stage trembled and left the stage, then said somewhat reproachfully, "Perhaps they won't like so many strange audiences."

Zhao Zheng turned his head and took a look. More than a hundred evil spirits of various kinds had woken up from the opera, and some of them were restless.

It looks horrible.

Zhao Zheng didn't care that much. He stretched out a hand in front of Xiaoyu and said with a smile: "A monthly salary of 10,000 is enough for them to break their fear. It can be converted into more than 70,000 Chinese currency."

Xiaoyu looked at the hand stretched out in front of her, a little wary: "What are you doing? The Shadow Mask has been given to you."

As she spoke, she thought of something and said indignantly, "And the crystal that the controller left after his death, was it also taken away by you?"

Zhao Zheng's face was full of smiles, but under the dangerous gaze of the kitten, he did not continue to tease, but explained: "That is called the Abyss Crystal Core, which is very useful for mages. I gave your share to Master Chen."

Zhao Zheng stretched out his hand and moved it closer, smiling and saying, "This time I want to hold your hand, and I hope Her Majesty the Queen will do me the honor."

Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him, raised her head slightly, put her hand on him elegantly, and said lightly: "Then I will reluctantly agree to you."

"Thank you for the gift, Her Majesty the Queen." Zhao Zheng said as he stood up. In an instant, more than a hundred shadows, except for the Shadow Kitten, instantly turned into streams of light and turned into shadows, which looked quite cool.

Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and wanted to shout "how cool!", but now she was playing the role of the queen and couldn't say such a thing that would ruin her character.

She curled her lips slightly, proudly helped him stand up, and then met Shadow Kitten's somewhat resentful eyes.

Xiaoyu paused, blushed, let go of Zhao Zheng's hand and hugged Xueyi: "How can you act so well? Let's go, bye."

As she spoke, she picked up the notebook on the seat and flew away with Shadow Kitten.

Zhao Zheng looked at the two people's disappearing backs, with a smile in his eyes, and casually weighed the Shikigami sent by Sakura.

Zhao Zheng felt the divinity in his body growing stronger again, and flew towards the castle thoughtfully.

hum~
The positive energy and black energy between heaven and earth fluctuated slightly. The powerful black energy was at a disadvantage at this moment, and there was a tendency for it to fall to the strong, but it barely stabilized.

Zhao Zheng, who had just arrived at the ancient castle, raised his eyebrows slightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. This seemed to represent that most of the many extraordinary forces in the abyss had lost contact with reality.

And not falling to the level of a strong person means that the connection has not been completely severed?
It should be because of the Ximu backdoor.

hum~
A spatial fluctuation flickered slightly, and the smell of purple smoke rose in the castle. Daolong appeared in front of them with the unconscious Parker and the extremely sleepy Ao Jing.

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are back, don't you have a fighter? Why didn't you bring him with you?"

Daolong glanced at him and said calmly, "That person is nothing special, what's the point of bringing him here?"

Zhao Zheng spread his hands helplessly: "Forget it! Maybe it is still useful. It seems that the power of faith is contained in their blood. You can take a look at this."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a bottle of blood preserved by magic appeared in his hand. It was Parker's blood.

Zhao Zheng smoked a lot last time and saved them, thinking they would be useful in the future.

Daolong took a closer look, sniffed it, and then said disdainfully: "Cultists also have this smell. I have studied it. The power of faith cannot be controlled."

Zhao Zheng was stunned, stroking his chin, and asked seriously: "Daolong, how is your research on faith?"

Daolong waved his hand, and four dark warriors from Ganwen Cuishan appeared. Two of them were very tactful and carried the bull warrior towards Daolong's magic room.

Deep within Daolong's magic room, there is magic that can completely stop a person's life functions. In that case, his material will not die and does not need to eat. Although time does not stop, there is no consumption of body functions.

Even though this is a torture to the spirit of the human test subjects, they can forget about having human rights. As the strongest dark wizard on Blue Star, Daolong has no such thing as mercy.

"It's OK, just average. I've only studied it for about 10 to 20 years." Dao Long thought for a moment and said, "Why are you asking this? Are you interested in faith?"

Zhao Zheng smiled and glanced at Parker. He said, "Don't kill this man. He may be useful in the future. Let's seal his consciousness for now."

Every member of the Dragon Team is very useful now, and may be of great use in the future. The death of any one of them will be a loss.

Daolong paused, his eyes slightly cold, as if to say: Okay!

Zhao Zheng looked away somewhat unnaturally and said with a smile:
"As for faith, I revived an angel. She is now in my body. It's just that a crisis in the abyss triggered the Holy Guardian, which consumed a lot of her power. But if there is faith conversion magic, it should be a great enhancement for the angel."

There was a hint of surprise in Daolong's eyes, and he looked his Majesty up and down.

Are the strongest people so shameless now?
Just follow me when I say follow me?
Moreover, isn’t divine protection a blessing that angels bestow upon lovers or children?
His Majesty's habit has changed?

Thinking of this, Daolong looked at Zhao Zheng with gradually strange eyes. My goodness, the King of the Sea turned out to be his own Majesty.

"Little Saint is pretty good, you should think it over carefully."

Daolong said something strange, and waved his hand. A thick book flew out from the library. The handwritten words on it explained how precious the book was.

(End of this chapter)