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

Chapter 171 Epidemic Doctor!

The red flames gushed out wildly, forming a pillar of light that reached the sky, creating a huge cave in the fire realm in the sky.

Ao Chen's pupils turned completely red at this moment.

“Now you have to face.”

Ao Chen bent his legs slightly, his voice full of rage: "My rage!"

boom!
The wings behind him flapped violently, the ground began to crack instantly, his feet straightened, and he soared into the sky at an incredible speed.

Before Aoba could react at all, he punched him directly in the abdomen.

"Forehead"

Aoba let out a muffled groan, and the huge force caused a trace of blood to appear at the corner of his mouth. The whole demon flew backwards.

An absolutely crushing battle was formed in an instant. Ao Ba, who had not yet recovered to his legendary level, was facing an opponent with a 300% increase in combat power, and Ao Chen of the same level was vulnerable.

After the last move, Aoba fell heavily into the swamp.

Ao Chen's eyes fell to the ground with bloodshot eyes, looking at Ao Ba with disdain: "Nothing more than that!"

Kakakka~
The sound of bones rubbing against each other came from the huge pit. Ao Ba's body was twisted so badly that he barely stood up, looking at Ao Chen with anger in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at the still fierce battle over there, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Ao Chen's eyes were filled with disdain, and he growled violently, "Are you ready to die, Holy Lord? I, Ao Chen, will give you one more chance to attack!"

Ao Ba's eyes became more gloomy: "Don't regret it!"

Aoba said, raising his twisted hands high: "Come out, my minions!"

In an instant, shadows began to cover the earth, and pairs of scarlet eyes peeked at reality across the world.

Ao Chen was even more disdainful: "Can these minions help you defeat me? Naive!"

"Alright, defeated general, it's time to send you on your way!"

As Ao Chen spoke, the wings behind him flashed slightly, and the whole person flew up, preparing to dive and kill Ao Ba with one blow.

But the next moment, Aoba's body instantly merged into the shadow and he actually escaped?

Ao Chen was stunned, then angry: "Cowardly devil, no wonder you are doomed to fail!"

The battle on Jackie Chan's side also ended at this time. He looked at Ao Chen in confusion. This battle was very...incomprehensible.

Jackie Chan felt no pressure throughout the whole process. The opponent's various layouts and combinations were ridiculously strong. Many times he felt that he was in imminent danger, but after one punch after another, the crisis was resolved directly, which was ridiculous.

"The crisis has been resolved. Thank you, brave sir. Here are your books."

At this time, Miss Jinbo's voice sounded, with a hint of relaxation and gratitude in it.

Jackie Chan paused, turned to look at Jin Bo, and saw that she was carrying a lot of bags. He asked in surprise, "Miss Jin Bo, are you moving?"

Jin Bo smiled and nodded: "Yes, brave master, it is no longer safe here. I plan to live in Daxia."

Jackie Chan thought about it, nodded, and took the larger suitcase and the box full of books from Jinbo, and said, "Then I will help Miss Jinbo take it to the city. I also happen to be going to the airport."

Jin Bo looked at Jackie Chan with gratitude: "Thank you very much, brave man. If you need divination in the future, you can always come to me. This is my business card."

Jinbo fumbled around on his body and handed a small card to Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan did not refuse. He put the business card away and walked out with his luggage.

Because he had seen the description of a fortune teller in a book, so he left his contact information in case it might be useful in the future?

As they walked across the wooden bridge, a dragonborn emanating a powerful aura was waiting with gloomy eyes.

He looked at Jackie Chan with gloomy eyes and said calmly: "I just contacted the boss, and the boss asked me to follow you today."

Jackie Chan thought about it and didn't refuse: "I understand. We are going to the airport to buy tickets and have dinner. You can come with us."

Zhao Zheng’s requests were always correct. Although he didn’t know why he wanted Ao Chen to follow him, there was no harm in it. He couldn’t beat him up again, right?

Ao Chen nodded and walked forward. His tall body blocked the sunlight for the two people. Without waiting for them to say anything, Ao Chen grabbed one in each hand, flew up instantly, and flew quickly towards Tokyo with them.

"Slow down, slow down."

Caught off guard, Jackie Chan screamed and grabbed a huge suitcase and a wooden box of books tightly in his hands.

Ao Chen's speed while taking drugs also reached the legendary level. It only took him a few minutes to cross the entire cherry blossom and reach the top of the building next to the airport.

"We're here." Ao Chen said calmly.

"Um, thank you."

Jackie Chan felt a little dizzy, but was still very polite. In contrast, Jin Bo was relatively calm. After all, he had studied the supernatural for more than ten years, so although this scene was exciting, he could still handle it.

"Master Brave and Master Dragonborn, thank you for your protection. I will be leaving now."

Jin Bo bowed slightly, then took the suitcase from Jackie Chan, walked to the edge of the roof and jumped down.

The enormous force of destiny dragged her body, causing her to fly into the airport against the will of physics.

The power of a fortune teller all comes from fate. As long as the power of fate is sufficient, they can achieve similar effects as a wizard.

That is why this profession can survive even when it is extremely weak in the early stages. After all, it can foresee danger and has extraordinary means. Even if it is not good at fighting, it is still very easy to avoid danger and seek good fortune.

Ao Chen looked at Jackie Chan with disdain and asked, "Where do you want to eat?"

Jackie Chan paused, shook his head, and shook off the dizziness in his head: "I don't know either. I'm not familiar with Sakura and rarely come here to do archaeological research."

Ao Chen said indifferently: "Then come with me, and I will take you to those high-ranking officials' homes to have a good meal."

As he said this, he grabbed Jackie Chan and flapped his wings to fly.

But the next moment, his flapping wings froze, and the sudden weakness made him fall forward. If he hadn't grabbed Jackie Chan's shoulders, he might have fallen down.

"Ao Chen? What's wrong with you?"

Jackie Chan was stunned, and his barely recovered brain started working rapidly, and he asked urgently.

Ao Chen was also a little confused: "I don't know, but I think I know why the boss wants me to follow you."

Jackie Chan covered his face with his hands, fumbled around his body for a while, took out his cell phone and called Zhao Zheng.

The call was connected quickly, and it seemed that there was still no news from Ximu.

After Jackie Chan carefully inquired about Ao Chen's matter, he helped Ao Chen sit down helplessly.

"You will start to regain your strength in two hours, and may not be fully recovered until a day later." Jackie Chan sat down resignedly and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

Ao Chen closed his eyes slightly and asked calmly: "Do you have money?"

Jackie Chan paused, thinking that he didn't have a passport and it seemed like he was still illegally entering the country. He fell silent for a moment.

He asked tentatively: "It should be okay to borrow it, right?"

shadow.

Aoba's body was recovering slowly, powerful magic power was constantly flowing, actively repairing his body.

Aoba cannot heal himself from all his injuries and can only recover with the help of magic power.

He looked at Tara gloomily, suppressing his anger: “Waste.”

Tara trembled all over, and quickly prostrated himself on the ground, saying in fear and trepidation: "Yes, Your Majesty, the servant is a waste."

Aoba took a deep breath. Jackie Chan had the divine armor on him. He knew he couldn't blame Tara, but this guy was acting so useless that he couldn't help but get angry.

After a long while, he said calmly: "I will help you remove the seal, but I will not bind you with magic."

Aoba's eyes flashed with meaning as he spoke. He stretched out a hand, and a contract that was extremely scarlet slowly appeared in his hand.

"Sign it and I'll let you out."

A smile appeared on Aoba's lips. Although he had not been out of the Divine Realm for long, he had to admit that only the constraints of the Divine Realm were the fundamental constraints. Except for demons and gods, no living creature could break free from the constraints of the Divine Realm.

As for those strong men who could resist the divine realm without dying, thus rendering the divine realm's power ineffective, it was obviously not something Tara could do.

There was a hint of understanding in Tara's eyes, even though according to records, Aoba had always disdained order.

But now, Aoba no longer has the qualifications to ignore order.

Although this is the worst outcome Tara had imagined, it is not completely impossible to deal with it.

Just need to give up some things, very important things
Tara showed a bitter smile on her face and said respectfully: "Of course, my majesty, this is what I should do."

Tara said as he carefully read the contract that almost reduced him to a slave.

Then he reluctantly moved closer and imprinted the bulk of his mental power on it.

At the same time, a special wave flickered slightly, and the contract in Aoba's hand slowly burned. The breath of order and the breath of ominousness appeared at the same time, and an unknown number of soul imprints were imprinted on Aoba's soul.

Aoba smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and asked, "Are you planning to run ahead?"

Tara recalled the contents of the contract, one of which was "Tara cannot lie to Aoba."

He nodded decisively: "Yes, Your Majesty, His Majesty Ximu's restraints are indeed useful, but as long as my body comes back, with the help of the Shadow's authority, I will not die, so I originally just wanted to use you to help me open the seal on the mask."

Aoba's face darkened instantly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He continued to ask coldly, "Did you lose the mask in front on purpose?"

Tara bowed her head and said in fear, "No, Your Majesty, I really tried my best, but because of the restraints of Your Majesty Ximu, it is difficult for me to face an apprentice now."

Ao Ba's expression eased a little, and he waved his hand and said, "You go down first, I'm going to unblock you now."

Tara's emotions were not so high, and she bowed her head to the ground respectfully: "As you command, Your Majesty."

"Are you unhappy?" Aoba asked with a smile on his face.

Tara paused as she was about to leave. There was a hint of mockery in her eyes, which were almost touching the ground, but her voice was still respectful: "Yes, Your Majesty, I am very unhappy about the failure of my plan and the fact that I will be your slave forever in the future."

The smile on Aoba's face was getting bigger. Tara couldn't lie at all. This was a hard condition.

For example, if the old man asks if he slept, he must answer no, otherwise he will die.

Very strict.

However, Aoba felt that it didn't matter how strict he was with this guy who dared to take advantage of him. He, Aoba, was happy!

"If you are unhappy, just bear with it and leave." Aoba waved his hand.

Tara's mental strength slowly dissipated, and he responded respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty."

After Tara completely disappeared, the joy in Aoba's eyes became more and more turbulent. He took out Tara's mask and murmured: "Ten Shadow Legends. Not bad."

-

America.

"Are you sure it's this football field? Why hasn't the devil come out yet?"

Xiaoyu leaned in Zhao Zheng's arms, playing with Zhao Zheng's hands out of boredom, mumbling weakly.

"Right? But we've checked all the football fields, and I've left marks. As long as the breath of hell appears, I can take you there in a second. Should be okay?"

Zhao Zheng was also a little hesitant, but this was the best preparation he could make. It was okay for him to just recall a certain plot in a book.

But if he was asked to recall which football stadium Westwood was on, he really couldn't do it.

Even Zhao Zheng suspected that the anime didn't mention that football field at all.

"I just feel a little bored. How about you tell me a story?"

Xiaoyu slid down slowly as if she had no bones, rested her head on Zhao Zheng's legs, looked at his face and asked.

A smile appeared on Zhao Zheng's lips. He gently stroked Xiaoyu's slightly long hair and asked softly, "What do you want to hear?"

"Anything is fine, as long as it's one I haven't heard of." Xiaoyu answered without hesitation.

In fact, she has never liked listening to stories, but after her relationship with Zhao Zheng got better and better, she liked listening to Zhao Zheng talk. Although she didn't know why, she felt very comfortable this way.

Zhao Zheng looked up at the sky, thought for a moment, and a strange wave appeared in his eyes. He lowered his head and smiled and said, "That's just right. I know two forces that you definitely don't know about. It should be quite interesting."

"What force?" Xiaoyu's eyes flashed with interest.

"It's not quite right to call it a force. It should be called a profession. One is called an epidemic doctor." Zhao Zheng looked into Xiaoyu's eyes, his face as gentle as ever: "Have you heard of it?"

Xiaoyu paused, with some hesitation in her eyes: "Dad seems to have said so, but in Dad's mouth, they all seem to be crazy."

"Emmm, crazy, almost, but you can never guess why they became crazy." Zhao Zheng pondered over some records passed down to the plague doctor and said, "Let's talk about the plague doctor first."

"This profession first appeared more than 200,000 years ago. If we calculate it based on the more than one million years since the birth of the extraordinary in the world, it should be considered a new force."

"It's just that this force was founded by a human called the Plague Doctor. At that time, people didn't even have surnames. The Plague Doctor was weak and sickly since birth.

He even had more than one type of cancer that we know of now, but strangely, these diseases did not take his life, as if they had reached some kind of terrible balance in his body. "

(End of this chapter)