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

Chapter 177 Becoming a God!

You were extremely weak when you were just sealed, and were bullied by the sixty-six roots at the beginning. After those roots were slowly devoured by Bo Gang in the long war in hell, you were bullied by other demons.

It can be said that after the war of gods, Ximu was either immortal or bullied, or on the way to being bullied.

Many roles were played by Nishiki, including Bo Gang's tickler, Zhongsu, Basha, and his punching bag.

I still admire Aoba for not going crazy.

As the two of them flew higher and higher, at the junction of the blue planet and the universe, Ximu flapped his wings and stopped.

hum~
A terrifying buzzing sound was heard in the endless strong wind, and the area instantly turned scarlet.

Ximu stretched out his hands, and very special waves began to flow. In the midst of the scarlet, some fluorescent plants appeared out of thin air, followed by stones and various materials, which appeared in front of the two demons.

This act of taking money from another dimension made Aoba look a little disappointed.

Ximu glanced at him. How could he not know what kind of person the Holy Lord is?

Entering his treasure house, haha, with the current gap in strength between the two sides, if he dares to open it, the Holy Lord will dare to move all the items away, and say: You are too weak now, I will keep them for you first.

As for saying that doing so would damage the relationship between the two parties
Although the demons nowadays seem to be as close as brothers, the only ones who really take the relationship between brothers and sisters seriously are Di Kui and Xiao Feng.

The other six demons knew very well that this was only a temporary cooperation and backstabbing could still occur at any time.

As more and more high-value treasures appeared, Aoba's breathing became slightly faster.

Many of the treasures here are not found in the treasure house of his Father God.

For example, there is a kind of stone that looks exactly like a cloud. That is Yungang, a legendary material.

Its density and hardness are harder than steel, but its weight is as light as a cloud.

This kind of thing is very suitable for use as protective gear or speed-type weapons.

And this kind of material is only available in Ximu.

The most important thing is that each piece of this material is as beautiful as a work of art, which makes it even more irresistible to dragons.

Ximu estimated in his mind, and when Aoba's psychological endurance was almost at its limit, he stopped summoning.

And he collected all the high-level treasures that could blind people's eyes.

"That's all I can take out for now, but the Resurrection Spirit is enough."

Ximu said, thinking for a moment and asked: "Nephew, should we make some arrangements in advance?"

The treasure disappeared before his eyes, and Aoba barely came back to his senses.

He calmed down his greedy mood and nodded: "Okay, it's better to prepare in advance.

Ximu smiled and asked, "You come, or should I?"

Aoba looked at Ximu, his eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand: "Give me the materials."

Just as Ximu didn't trust him, Aoba also didn't trust Ximu.

Deep in endless shadows.

Tara, who had been lying motionless on the ground for more than twenty days, finally showed some movement.

His bright red body trembled slightly, and then he opened his dark green eyes. As he looked at the familiar scene around him, a smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He stood up and looked at his hands with some excitement. Even if he could recover, the mask would remain on him because of the Mother Earth, and it would be his eternal bondage.

But now, this restraint has been destroyed by the Holy Lord, and the price paid is just the loss of a certain potential!

"Samo."

Tara murmured, the smile in her eyes fading a little.

As the current supreme commander of Shadow and the direct superior of Nine Masks, as long as he himself is not signing the contract, he can call upon the mental power of the sealed general purely by mental power.

This is also why he can command the Shadow Legion.

The contract of order does not depend on strength, and even the Root can sign a contract with an ordinary person.

Therefore, the only mask on the Holy Lord at that time became a victim of the contract.

As for whether General Samo of the Giant Shadow Legion is willing.
As shadow creatures, they have no choice.

Three thousand years ago, ever since he subdued the nine generals, their lives were no longer their own, but belonged to him.

I thought about it for a while.

Tara calmed down, spread her arms, and shouted, "Great Shadow, I need new soldiers!"

hum~
Powerful fluctuations and extremely high authority spread wildly with Tara as the center.

The entire shadow shook violently, and all beings below the legendary level began to gather towards Tara.

One way, two ways, three ways.
Dense shadow creatures came from all directions, and the dark earth was shaking. Although these shadow creatures were not a legion, they were all powerful beings.

The large number brought a strong sense of oppression, making Tara tremble all over.

This was exciting. His authority was returning. Even if General Samo was controlled by the Holy Lord, his legions would obey his orders at any time as long as Tara wanted.

Shadows are creatures that go down in levels, but higher-level creatures can also directly command lower-level creatures.

In other words, if he wishes, then the shadow soldiers summoned by the Holy Lord will in turn become the power of his Tara.

Feel the many obedient consciousnesses.

Tara showed a pleasant smile on her face: "Go, go to Sakura, find the general of Shadow, and wait for my order."

hum~
After a buzzing sound, numerous shadow creatures disappeared in an instant. The unity of their actions was incredible.

Tara stretched his muscles, felt the balance between heaven and earth, and murmured, "Elf, I am waiting for you to wake up."

As Tara murmured, her figure had disappeared from the spot. When she appeared again, a statue half-kneeling on the ground appeared before her.

This is none other than the statue of Quetzalcoatl. The seventh-level forbidden divine spell is too terrifying. Although the powerful vitality of the four strongest men has been being diminished, it still exists.

Just wait for his nine generals to gather, and then when the shadow revives, the three kings will also revivify.

When the king revives, the sun god who once suppressed everything will also revived in this era.

but
Tara looked at Quetzalcoatl's silver body, clenched her fist, and swung it hard.

boom!
A loud bang exploded in this exiled land, and the strong breath made the entire area tremble.

But the seemingly ordinary statue did not move at all under such a huge force, and it still looked down at the endless abyss before it.

hum~
A humming sound was heard in the abyss of heaven, and the trembling aura of the Shadow King was slightly fluctuating, as if someone was attacking this powerful being that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

There was something sinister in Tara's eyes. The vitality of the four strongest men were connected at this time, or in other words, everything about the four strongest men was connected.

The defense is four times that of the King. When the Holy Lord picked up Quinn here, he didn't even bother to touch Quetzalcoatl.

Now, only kings can shake this statue, and they have to be relatively powerful kings. And Tara is still a little short of that.

boom!
Another punch hit the statue hard. In the abyss of endless darkness, the wave that made the shadow tremble spread out again, and there seemed to be some emotions mixed in it.

Like anger?
Tara stopped doing useless work and came to the edge of the abyss, looking down with a playful look in her dark green eyes.

"The gods hold one, the queen holds one, and the humans hold two. It seems like you will really be forever imprisoned."

Tara muttered to herself and stopped talking. She just sat cross-legged and stared at Tianyuan in a daze.

He was thinking about a way out. He clearly felt that it would only take about seven days to break free from Ximu's restraints, but in fact it took him more than twenty days to break free.

This shows that he once again underestimated the eight demons. Although their IQ is not that high now, their strength is still unquestionable.

It’s a pity that the Holy Lord was not killed at that time.

And Tara also needs a reason to live
As he thought about it, his eyes flashed slightly. According to the records, the sky demon Ximu was the weakest demon.

Before he left the Holy Lord, he felt Ximu's breath, which was very weak.

Now, the eight demons are not at their peak, is there a chance to join forces with Westwood?

After all, if he could break free from the constraints of Shadow's level, and Ximu's wisdom remained so much, perhaps he could help him accomplish it?
But then Tara gave up the idea of ​​looking for Ximu now.

Because the chips are not enough, even if Ximu has a way, it must be done in a relatively equal attitude.

And now, although Ximu is weak, the devil's pride can ignore this weakness.

He needed more chips, and the revival of the elves was a good time.

By releasing the five shadow generals, the six legends will be qualified to be equal to the demons in this era, even though they are only the weakest demons.

As Tara thought about it, the plan in her mind slowly became more and more perfect, and the coldness in her eyes as she looked at Tianyuan became more and more intense.

Calculating the time, it should be soon.——

"Almost there, Shendu, these are the etiquette and common sense of the elves, let my nephew take a look."

Ximu took a book covered with gorgeous patterns and handed it to the Holy Lord who had already set up a large formation.

They have now arrived in Austria, the hometown of the elves, and the elves can only be revived here.

Hadidas stayed in China, which brought certain convenience to the two of them.

However, it doesn’t matter even if Hadidas comes back, because demons can always jump to a higher level to fight.

A legendary Saint can easily kill guys of the same level even though he does not have the origin of a physical body.

The Holy Lord stared at Ximu for a while before taking the book, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

At least so far, Ximu is still very reliable and doesn't seem to be trying to slack off.

The golden flame in the Holy Lord's hand was faintly visible, but it did not ignite the book in his hand.

He flipped through the pages casually, and after reading nothing about possible magic or some erroneous knowledge, he placed the book on top of the giant egg in the center of the formation.

He began to mutter to himself.

The legendary magic power flowed slowly, and the books on top of the giant egg gradually melted into the egg and entered it, making it easier to read.

After finishing all this, Aoba gave Ximu a warning look.

Ximu also flew up tactfully, and looked thoughtfully at the ceremony that was about to take place below from high in the sky.

The Holy Lord looked up with satisfaction and began to mutter to himself. What he needed now was to change the demon dragon's breath, body structure, and energy breath.

Finally it was sealed and revived along with other elves.

The people on the stage are performing, and the ghosts below are listening to the performance.

Waves that were invisible to people flowed through the evil spirits, as if to soothe their emotions and purify their minds.

Under Zhao Zheng's single eye, the aura of the Holy Eye continued to flow. He could see that as the opera progressed, white spots of light continued to fall into the bodies of all the evil spirits.

He stroked the girl's hand, and a dark golden light occasionally appeared in the void, plundering the spots of fear among the spots of light.

There are many beliefs in opera, especially this kind of opera that has been passed down from ancient times.

After studying the overclocking of his understanding, Zhao Zheng discovered the secret of opera.

The original purpose of opera was to appease evil spirits, make deals with them, and ultimately make them leave and protect one side through rituals.

This ritual is like a sacrifice and also like worshiping God.

In the process, people will have a lot of thoughts that rise and fall with the opera, and finally slowly attach themselves to the opera.

As these thoughts were passed down, they were constantly absorbed by evil spirits and a large number of various thoughts were accumulated.

Plus the influx of new ideas.

That’s why a situation arose, which is the deification of gods.

Because the essence of evil spirits is the synthesis of soul and thoughts, and opera is the manifestation of thoughts, which can also be regarded as a kind of intention.

The older the opera is, the more meanings it contains, and the more likely it is to attract evil spirits.

This is also the reason why new operas are not liked by evil spirits, but operas from the ancient East can excite high-level evil spirits.

Because those ancient meanings are passed down through these operas. As long as the same operas are performed tirelessly, this inheritance will never fade.

And through continuous research on the meaning of overclocking of enlightenment, Zhao Zheng discovered the essence of the opera deification.

These are the points of light.

Every word and every note of opera carries the meaning of ancient or modern people.

These are intended to be transformed through drama or ritual, so that their powers can be changed to be more suitable for the evil spirits themselves.

It’s just that there are too many thoughts, and every evil spirit absorbs all kinds of thoughts indiscriminately, which makes it impossible to become a god.

If the proportion of a certain intention in a certain evil spirit reaches a terrifying level, and the evil spirit's own intention is exaggerated into the intention of drama, then the ceremony of deification will officially begin.

With his enormous mental strength, Zhao Zheng could simply pick out the fear from the dense thoughts in the opera and enter his body.

For the past twenty days, Zhao Zheng has been doing the same thing. He left a space evil spirit in the ancient castle, and used the Holy Eyes of Order to prevent his mind from being immersed in the opera, consciously increasing his position of fear.

This also caused his position of God of Fear to grow extremely rapidly, and it has almost reached the level of a single mirror god.

But, this is not enough.

Zhao Zheng could feel that the complete God of Fear was extremely terrifying, and his mental power was many times stronger than that of the Mirror God.

It is enough to accommodate more gods, and he has no intention of transforming until the limit is reached.

(End of this chapter)