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

Chapter 170 True and False Holy Lord!

Cherry blossoms, swamp.

"Ao Chen, when did you follow Zhao Zheng?"

Jackie Chan looked at a thick book in his hand and asked as if he was chatting.

She glanced at him and said calmly, "A few months."

Jackie Chan looked at some beautiful modern Chinese annotations on the book, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes. These were the notes taken by Zhao Zheng when he was reading the book. They evaluated certain forces and events in the history books in a very easy-to-understand way.

Not only did it help Jackie Chan understand history faster, it also made him appreciate him more.

After all, how bad can a young man be who can take notes seriously even while reading at home without going to school?

"Then why do you want to become a dragon? Humans can also practice to become powerful, right?"

Jackie Chan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and asked with some pleasure. He saw some interesting comments again.

For example, in a description of the great wizard being killed by the Holy Lord, there are two very conspicuous Chinese characters below the text: wisdom.

Although it looked like a compliment, Jackie Chan could always see a hint of sarcasm in it.

Ao Chen was a little annoyed, and silently moved ten meters away from Jackie Chan before answering concisely: "Strong power."

Jackie Chan turned the page, glanced at Ao Chen, lowered his head helplessly and continued reading. This guy was really not friendly at all.

Time passed slowly, the morning air gradually passed, and the midday sun was a little hot, but it was very comfortable in this swamp.

After all, the weather in late January is still a bit cold.

Jackie Chan's eyes showed surprise and shock many times. Are real history books so interesting?
Since ancient times, the human race has had so many enemies. The destruction of the devil race, the cunning of the devil race, and the strength of many other races are all vividly reflected in history books.

Various cults and gods, various undead spirits and shadows, although the descriptions are not so detailed, they also clearly depict a magnificent era.

The authors of these history books were all human mages. Although it was the human race that achieved the final victory, they destroyed other races after the war between gods and demons.

But the author of this book does not mean to look down on those ethnic groups at all, and everything he writes is relatively objective.

This is also the reason why Zhao Zheng carried this book with him and read it many times. After all, most history books are triggered from the perspective of the human race.

Many of the other races are despicable, and there are very few truly good books.

Because the wizards recorded these just as a little spice in their long lives. Perhaps they wanted to take a break from studying the truth of magic, or they had some other free time and wrote down their memories to become history books.

Of course, there will be a lot of private information mixed in, which makes the books that truly record history seem extremely scarce.

The peace in the swamp lasted for a long time, and finally, at a certain moment, it was thirty meters away from Jackie Chan.

Ao Chen, who was leaning against a dead tree, opened his eyes, and there was a solemn look in his scarlet pupils.

The fate around the fortune-telling house also began to tumble, instantly changing from mysterious and peaceful to a little restless.

Jackie Chan seemed to have noticed something. He looked up and saw Miss Jinbo walking out of the house. She murmured with a serious and worried look on her face, "They're coming!"

boom! boom! boom!
In front of the wooden house, trees were falling in the distance and spreading straight towards this side.

Jackie Chan stood up and put the books into the box beside him, then handed the box to Jinbo and said, "Miss Jinbo, please come in first and help me keep these books."

Jin Bo looked at Jackie Chan hesitantly, but she still couldn't see through the hero's future, and now the only one she could trust was the hero.

She took the box and said softly, "Please be safe."

Jackie Chan nodded, walked forward, came to Ao Chen, and asked softly: "Is it a demon?"

Boom. Boom. Boom.
The scene of the fallen trees was getting closer and closer. Ao Chen's eyes were flashing with excitement, and he had no intention of paying any attention to Jackie Chan.

As some huge figures appeared and disappeared in the jungle, the excitement in Ao Chen's eyes became more intense. He was eager to fight, eager for a battle of equal strength, and also to enjoy the joy of victory in battle.

And in the eyes of Ao Chen, who has achieved a breakthrough, Zhao Zheng is exactly this role.

"Is this a ninja?"

Jackie Chan's face became more and more solemn when he saw the shadow soldiers, who were about the same size as Tru, easily knocking down trees. It seemed that these soldiers were much stronger than ninjas.

Behind the soldier, on a huge throne, a yellow humanoid demon was holding up his head, looking forward with murderous eyes, moving forward neither hurriedly nor slowly, like the arrival of a king, making people feel as if they dare not stare at it.

The excitement in Ao Chen's eyes became even more intense. He stood up straight and twisted his neck twice, making a crackling sound.

"The devil is mine, and the scum is yours."

As Ao Chen spoke, flames flickered on his body. He walked forward with a fighting spirit in his eyes. The powerful aura on his body gradually became more prominent, making the air around him feel a little hot.

"We meet again, and I won't lose again this time."

Ao Chen's body slowly flew up. His two-meter-tall body and his extremely large wings gave him a strong sense of oppression.

He looked down at the demon slightly, the excitement on his face no longer suppressed.

"Remember, the person who is about to defeat you is called"

"Ao Chen!"

boom!
The blazing flames spread in the jungle, and the endless waves of fire made the surrounding crocodiles flee far away desperately.

Large tracts of trees were ignited by these flames, and some methane was also ignited by the open flames, causing an explosion like a chain reaction.

Boom boom boom.
Following the shouts in the jungle and after a series of explosions, a fire tornado suddenly appeared. The hot air waves blew down many dead trees. The raging flames intensified in the jungle and could ignite the entire jungle at any time.

Jackie Chan looked at the direction of the battle with a serious face, and a big head slowly floated up and looked at him.

Jackie Chan paused, frowned and whispered, "Tara?"

Tara looked at Jackie Chan with a deep look in his eyes. He turned his head and glanced at him, then roared loudly, "Go, kill him, bring that fortune teller back, and present him to my greatest majesty!"

The vigorous roars pierced the sky, and many soldiers of the Giant Shadow Legion walked towards Jackie Chan slowly with a sense of oppression, like tanks charging on the battlefield.

Jackie Chan was stunned. These people didn't come for the masks, but to capture Miss Jinbo?

Jackie Chan, who was about to rush out, stepped back decisively, blocked the door of the fortune-telling house, and looked at the soldiers in front of him with unfriendly eyes.

As the first giant shadow soldier approached, Jackie Chan decisively threw a punch, colliding with the soldier who was also throwing a punch.

Touch~
After a loud bang, the giant shadow soldier instantly exploded into a shadow and disappeared.

"So weak?"

Jackie Chan stumbled forward, and his eyes changed as he looked at the big guys. He felt that they were not as good as ninjas. Why? Before he could figure it out, a huge head was approaching and crashing into him.

slap~
Jackie Chan subconsciously waved his hand and slapped Tara in the face.

It was obvious that she didn't use much effort, but Tara was pulled apart!

Jackie Chan looked at his hands wrapped in armor in a daze. Oh, has his magical power been perfected?

Without giving him time to think, other soldiers from the Giant Shadow Legion had already approached.

Jackie Chan subconsciously swung his fist, and the powerful force directly penetrated the two giant shadow soldiers, causing them to collapse.

As the number of soldiers increased, Jackie Chan's punches became faster and faster. The soldiers who looked particularly strong collapsed under his power. If these soldiers did not have ferocious looks, were fast enough, and had murderous intentions, Jackie Chan would have thought they were letting him win.

"Damn human! If my real body were here, I would have torn you to pieces and sent your flesh and blood to my great majesty!"

The loud roar scared Jackie Chan. He turned around and saw the big-headed man attacking him again without hesitation.

Jackie Chan slapped him, and with a snap, the roar stopped abruptly, and he was beaten apart again.

Jackie Chan was silent for a while. It was outrageous that such a weak Shadow Army could actually lift the Holy Lord.

But it’s better this way, no one can pass through me.

He had time to look back during the fight, and surprise flashed in his eyes again.

There was no shadow trying to bypass him and invade the divination house directly?
Jackie Chan pursed his lips. Although this made the person on the other side seem a little stupid, he would not remind him loudly. He just needed to wait.

Boom boom boom.
Unlike Jackie Chan's relaxed battle, Ao Chen's battle was much more difficult.

Although he knew that the demon before him was not his Father God, but a transformed brother or sister of the same origin, this guy had been granted some authority by the Father God and was better than he had imagined!

This guy is one of his strongest rivals!
Boom! As Ao Ba was thrown to the ground by Ao Chen on his back, the flames on Ao Chen's body exploded on his body, and the scorching flames burned Ao Ba's body fiercely.

However, it is impossible for a fire demon to be burned by flames.

Aoba's scarlet eyes were filled with anger. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and exerted force suddenly. In an instant, he used the strength of his legs to throw Aochen away.

"You've had enough fighting, now it's my turn!" Ao Ba stood up and stared at Ao Chen in mid-air. He slightly bent his legs and flew up in an instant, heading straight for Ao Chen's face.

"This move is called Dragon's Breath!" Ao Chen's eyes focused, and while flying backwards, he opened his big mouth and sprayed a beam of flame directly at Ao Ba. The huge thrust made his body continue to fly farther, knocking down one burning tree after another.

"This is the real breath of a dragon!"

"Roar!"

Ao Ba also opened his mouth, and a thicker flame spurted out violently, instantly crushing Ao Chen's flame, and with tremendous power, blasted Ao Chen into the swamp.

Ao Ba did not give Ao Chen a chance to breathe. He followed closely at an extremely fast speed and smashed into the bottom of the huge pit exploded in the swamp.

boom!
Another explosion sounded in the swamp pit. Aoba's fist collided with Aochen's legs, and the powerful force continued to expand the hole in the swamp.

However, if it was a pure battle of strength, Ao Ba was much stronger than Niu Fu Zhu, so it was natural for him to crush Ao Chen.

"Under absolute power, all moves are just fancy stuff."

Ao Ba said this gloomily. The huge force caused Ao Chen's straight legs to tremble slightly, and Ao Chen's hands that were supporting the ground also bent slightly.

Ao Chenmeng bent his hands and legs actively, and his chest was pressed against the ground.

The moment one side of the wrestling force suddenly disappeared, Aoba pressed down hard.

But the next moment, Ao Chen poured all his strength into the ground, and his bent legs and hands exerted force at the same time.

Another huge force suddenly erupted, stronger than any previous one.

boom!
Aoba was caught off guard and was kicked in the chest by the huge force, flying into the sky.

Ao Chen exerted a little force with his hands, stood at the bottom of the cracked pit and looked up at the sky.

In the sky, Aoba looked at his slightly sunken chest, the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger. He looked at the "tragic" battle on Tara's side.

Feeling the powerful might of the god's armor and Tara's selfless roar of protection, his brows furrowed.

The battle here must be ended quickly, otherwise he will not be able to take the fortune teller away this time.

hum~
In the bright sky, traces of golden and red colors are faintly visible, and large patches of fiery clouds appear on the horizon.

Aoba's fire domain caused the temperature of the entire cherry blossom to continue to rise, as if it had come directly from winter to the hottest summer.

Ao Chen looked at Ao Ba with serious eyes. He failed to force Ao Ba into this posture last time. If those Claw Shadow soldiers were not so mentally retarded, he might have died last time.

Ao Chen thought about it, condensed a blazing fireball in his hand, and threw it upwards fiercely.

hum~
The fireball grew in the wind, turning into a flame more than ten meters high and smashing towards Aoba.

There was some disdain in Aoba's eyes. He continued to build up his strength without dodging or evading. When the fireball approached, he took a deep breath.

A terrible scene appeared.

The originally powerful attack was actually sucked into Aoba's stomach like gas, and Aoba even burped.

Ao Chen's eyes became more solemn. He had always used fire to interfere with his vision, but this was the first time he had experienced being eaten directly by the enemy.

The sense of crisis around him was growing, and Aoba's power was growing stronger.

A feeling that made Ao Chen breathless came over him, as if Ao Ba had become his superior.

Ao Chen and Ao Ba looked at each other, and suddenly he grabbed a handful of medicine from the bag around his waist that he had always carefully protected, and poured it all into his mouth without hesitation.

"Let me show you a new trick."

hum~
At the moment when Aoba's domain is completely completed, all the flames in this domain will completely submit to the power of the Fire Monarch.

Any flame will become a power bank for Aoba.

Hearing this dying man still talking big, Aoba was about to speak with some disdain.

boom!
A powerful force that was so strong that it did not seem to be Ao Chen's aura suddenly exploded, causing the disdain in Ao Ba's eyes to quickly turn into horror.

How is this going?

hum~
As Ao Chen poured the last piece of red potion into his mouth, the powerful effect of the violent potion instantly doubled his aura again.

(End of this chapter)