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

Chapter 179 Old kid

"We are fake, the gods are fake, the balance is fake, there is a pair of dark hands controlling every blade of grass, even my thoughts and life and death. The whole world is like a puppet, moving towards a predetermined ending. Even if we discover this truth, it is already predetermined."

Zhu Lan said calmly: "Apart from this, I can't think of anything else that can make me panic."

"But, is the world fake?" Zhu Lan asked finally.

The other demons subconsciously shook their heads. After all, how could a million years of rule be fake? The world slowly changed from a barren land to the glorious era that followed.

How could it be fake?
"So, the only possibility is that something went wrong in the future, and this problem could be caused by the gods."

Zhu Lan pondered and said, "This is very likely related to the purpose of the Undead God. Maybe I am overthinking it."

Ximu's eyes were full of thought. After leaving hell, his mind became flexible. Although the lost memories did not return, they could make him think of deeper things.

"The idea that gods control the world and that the world is fake can both be denied."

Ximu raised his head, a thoughtful look on his face: "And the reason is very simple, the power of the gods is too weak, and there are variables."

"If everything is set, then variables should not appear and order should not collapse."

"As for the gods, during that war between gods, I can be sure that they were not clones."

"So, if the gods' true bodies are not as strong as ours in a one-on-one fight, how can they control a world that we can't control?"

Ximu's tone became more confident as he spoke: "I am more inclined to the theory of resurrection. They are trying to use the balance of yin and yang to revive in our era, and the price is to get rid of us who have always been above the balance, or to replace us!"

Zhu Lan nodded, agreeing with Ximu's statement.

Gods and demons are creatures at the same level, and Zhu Lan is even half a level ahead of gods.

This kind of strength is indeed unable to support those theories, but
"The future curse blue is a little suspicious, unless..."

Zhu Lan paused as he spoke, and thought reappeared in his eyes. He thought of something but was not quite sure, because if that was the case, the world would be more interesting.

"The future is not the real future." Ximu continued with a smile on his face: "There are countless spatial planes in the world, the heavens, the dead world, the shadow world, and these will eventually develop into a complete world."

"It would be interesting if the future of the demon dragon that can connect to the present is not the real future."

Ximu's scarlet eyes were full of interest in exploring the unknown: "The scene of the war between gods is too grand, it is not impossible for the world to be broken."

Xiao Feng interrupted, "But in today's world, except for the history books, there is no possibility of traveling through time. You should have been able to sense this since he appeared."

Zhongsu and Basha were thinking seriously, but they felt they couldn't keep up with the thoughts of these three people. They could only listen and try to understand.

"It's a fault," Ximu said nonchalantly, "Can't we reconnect it?"

"I didn't feel any changes from the connection." Zhu Lan said calmly: "That world is still independent, just a little bit short of it."

Ximu nodded: "Indeed, I can't sense the connection either, but if the current trend continues, the variables will eventually become the shackles of the devil and the shackles of the world. Perhaps to make the world truly complete, it depends on the choice of the variables."

“Once the worlds are connected, the gods will come again. With our current weakness, if we encounter the gods again, then they will truly revive in this era.” Xiao Feng continued, his tone full of solemnity.

"There is another question. If the immortal gods are revived with the help of balance, then how was their era destroyed?" The thought in Zhu Lan's eyes became more and more intense. This question is very important. After all, the gods are not really weak.

If their era could be destroyed, then this era would not be as safe as imagined.

"Who knows, Zhongsu, what do you think?" Ximu shrugged and asked.

Zhong Su was confused and asked a question. He said angrily, "What are you talking about? They are just immortal gods. When I get out, I will tear them to pieces!"

Ximu showed a sincere smile on his face: "Look, isn't the problem solved? Why bother so much? As long as there are variables, the recovery of the world will continue, and our recovery can only follow behind the variables."

"Once the decision on the variables is made, the present and the future will be completely connected. After the gods come, everyone will rely on their own abilities. Their purpose will become secondary."

"If the variables that control order do not allow the world to be aligned, then the gods and we will continue to live in weakness, and there will be no need to speculate on the gods' purpose."

"Unless you can kill the variable, I can't do that anyway."

Ximu said helplessly, "The best I can do is to slow down the development of variables."

Xiao Feng and Zhu Lan looked at each other, their projections slowly dissipating. Xiao Feng murmured, "It's a bit confusing. I have to sort it out."

"No, why? Why did the variables suddenly become so important? Choice? What choice?" Zhong Su became more and more angry as he listened: "Didn't Future Curse Blue run away? What's so strange about this?"

Ximu pulled the corner of his mouth, and seeing Basha also left thoughtfully, he looked at Zhongsu helplessly: "Do you think Zhulan will really run away with his temper?"

Zhong Su paused and shook his head: "No, he still had that dead horse face when he was sealed by the gods."

"That's it?" Ximu spread his hands: "Since Zhulan will not, and has appeared in the future, then there may be problems in the future. This is the world we discussed earlier."

“And why variables are important.”

"This can be understood as the damage to the world and the power of the God's capital."

"However, the variables allowed a person to travel through time at no cost, and it was a physical journey. In addition, after the journey was completed, the loophole in time was repaired, allowing the future and the present to be connected."

Ximu asked back: "Even God can't do this. Doesn't this prove the extent to which variables control the world?"

Zhong Su thought thoughtfully: "But I always feel that I can kill that variable with a bolt of lightning."

"It's an illusion, it's all an illusion. If you don't understand, ask Zhulan." Ximu waved his hands impatiently, and Zhongsu's projection gradually dissipated.

When he was the only demon left in this space, all the emotions on Ximu's face disappeared, and he looked down with serious eyes.

Aoba's arrangements were almost complete. More formations were activated, completely disguising the space below. There was no discernible difference from the outside.

Ximu waved his hand, the fluctuations in space flickered slightly, and he continued to add a layer of protection to the formation below, and then waited quietly.

There are actually many things that Zhulan has not explained yet. Of course, Ximu also has his own plan, or rather, every demon has his own plan.

As long as it does not affect your own plans, we are just good brothers. Suddenly, Ximu looked up into the distance, and then silently withdrew his gaze.

I just hope the Holy Lord can hurry up. After all, the variables have already come.

"Daolong, Master Chen, can you sense Ximu's whereabouts?"

Zhao Zhengfei was high in the sky, looking down at the land of Austria, and asked in a serious tone.

Ever since he set foot on this land, he had been feeling more and more uneasy, as if something was about to get out of his control.

The last time it appeared was when the abyss descended.

This made him feel anxious and he wanted to find out what was happening as soon as possible.

"Aiya~ Daddy can't sense the devil. The devil is now beyond Daddy's control."

The compass in Dad's hand was spinning frantically, and his tone was a little depressed. After all, he had finally broken through to the legendary level, but he found that the devil seemed to have grown even more than him. This feeling was not good.

Zhao Zheng nodded: "It doesn't matter, I have predicted it. There are still two hours left before the predicted time. I will find some help first."

Zhao Zheng said as he flew to the side, activated his connection magic, and a breath of nature slowly appeared in front of him.
A gentle smile appeared on Zhao Zheng's face, and he called out elegantly, "Mr. Hadidas."

After Zhao Zheng left, Daolong first looked at the tracker in his hand which had no response, and then looked at his father who was studying the compass.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, he couldn't help but look at Zhao Zheng and said sarcastically, "Oh, what's the use of this old guy? It would be better to let the little Saint Seiya come with us. At least he is better looking than this old guy."

Everyone knows what the black energy party is preparing now.

Sakura Tara is in hiding and the Holy Lord Ximu is nowhere to be found.

And taking into account the words in the prophecy, it is not difficult to imagine.

Tara is also waiting for the Holy Lord's move. His revival will be on par with Aoba's, allowing them to choose between the two.

But as for the mask, Dad had already prepared the magic to take off the mask in advance, and with the help of God Xiaoyu and Armor Jackie Chan, it was enough to deal with the changes over there.

So after learning about the prophecy and description, Dad decisively chose to follow Zhao Zheng and Daolong to Austria.

The Prime Evil will always be more important than the Shadow.

Daolong's taunt directly ignited his father.

"Hey~ You evil wizard, the crappy tracker you made is ineffective, isn't it? How dare you laugh at your father?"

Daolong glanced at him with disdain: "Haha, if it weren't for my help, Xiaoyu would still be an apprentice now. He is using the Abyss Crystal Core that I found, but he doesn't teach me magic. He is really a selfish old man who only cares about his own practice."

Daddy frowned, "Ah~ That's Daddy in retreat. Before retreating, she hadn't reached her physical limit. Do you, an evil wizard, want to fight Daddy at this critical moment?"

Daolong took out a book from his arms with disdain, slammed it in front of his father, and then looked at him sideways.

He said leisurely: "The book is ready for you, please read it first, otherwise I am afraid you will forget what magic is."

The old man was stunned. Looking at the eight big words "Magic Apprentice Beginner's Manual" written on the book floating in front of him, his whole face turned red with anger.

"Aiya~" Dad yelled, and decisively distanced himself, chanting a spell quickly: "Get away from me, monsters and demons! Get away from me, monsters and demons!"

"Hey hey hey Master Chen, calm down." Zhao Zheng quickly cut off the connection magic and stepped forward to stand between the two old men, although he still didn't quite understand what was happening.

But his helpless eyes were already looking at his own master. Whenever the two of them quarreled, there was no doubt that Daolong was the first to start trouble.

Although Daolong would sometimes help his father to a certain extent, the way he helped was difficult to talk about.

Daolong glanced at Zhao Zheng, turned around, and looked at the surrounding scenery with a comfortable look. Who let this old man occupy the good seedling and not teach him?
"The monsters and ghosts leave quickly"

Dad's spell continued, and powerful waves of justice began to gather, carrying with them a strong rage, making the night sky seem to be turning white.

Zhao Zheng panicked and quickly said, "Master Chen, the overall situation is important. Ximu and the Holy Lord are watching us in the dark!"

He also didn't understand how Daolong made his father so angry. Just as he was about to continue saying something, a small floating notebook flew in front of his eyes.

Zhao Zheng:
The corner of his mouth twitched, he grabbed it, and looked speechlessly at Daolong who looked indifferent.

Ah, his master is so outstanding, how come he doesn’t know?
As Dad's spell gradually came to an end, a terrifying magical wave began to spread.

Zhao Zheng thought of something and quickly opened the [Magic Apprentice Beginner's Manual]. When he saw the content above, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch again.

He came to his father in an instant and whispered: "Master Chen, don't be angry, my master is just a little arrogant, he also wants to find out Ximu as soon as possible.

Look at this, this justice magic is very promising. You know, my master and I are both unable to use justice magic, so we still have to rely on you."

Zhao Zheng placed the contents of the small notebook in front of his father, his mind worked quickly, and he tried his best to comfort his father.

Dad's angry eyes paused, and he glanced at the little notebook. His aura subsided slightly, but the atmosphere was now like this, and it seemed embarrassing not to fight.

"Master Chen." Zhao Zheng glanced at Dao Long and said in a low voice:
"My master has prepared this booklet a long time ago, which already explains a lot. Think about it, if my master could release this kind of magic, he would definitely not tell you. He just can't let go of his pride. He is not a bad person. At least he helped Xiaoyu, right?"

The powerful aura on Dad's body paused again. He thought about it, and the powerful aura of justice around him gradually subsided.

"He is not as good as Dad!" Dad snorted coldly, snatched the little notebook, tore off the cover, and began to watch the magic seriously.

Zhao Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief. This was becoming more and more difficult. They were obviously two legends, two people standing at the forefront of the human race, yet they were still so childish.

"Mr. Zhao Zheng, I'm here."

Just when Zhao Zhengsheng felt hopeless, a natural, fresh and extremely comfortable breath sounded along with a young voice.

(End of this chapter)