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

Chapter 87 Demonic Meeting!

Is there such a thing?
Zhao Zheng felt a little speechless. He actually hadn't read too much of the Holy Lord's memories.

The Holy Lord's life span was tens of thousands of years, which was too long. Zhao Zheng's experience of more than 20 years in his previous life seemed very insignificant.

After replacing the Holy Lord, he tried to digest these memories, but many meaningless memory fragments made him give up the idea.

What good person's memory would be sealed in prison for more than two-thirds of his life?
There was a time when whenever Zhao Zheng closed his eyes he could think of the boring life in hell, or the monotonous days in a stone sculpture state.

So it was obvious that he was simply unable to extract from his long and complicated memories the memory of the Holy Lord coming back to mock him after ruling Asia.

No wonder!
In the original novel, after the Holy Lord's soul returned to hell, he was tortured in turn by the other seven demon lords, which brought a little insignificant pleasure to the demon lords' long life in hell.

Damn it!
Holy Lord, you are such an idiot!
Zhao Zheng's mind was working rapidly, but his expression remained calm, as if he was talking about an unrelated person.

He coughed and pretended to be a little disappointed and said: "I just wanted to give you a surprise!"

"Brothers and sisters, think about it, when you are in despair, if I suddenly release you from the gates of hell, wouldn't you be more grateful to me?"

"There is some truth to that!" The Earth Demon Dikui touched his head and said angrily.

No one will think you are dumb if you don't speak!
The water demon Basha glared at him fiercely and said sarcastically: "Oh! You are worthy of being the Holy Lord, you are so kind!"

Zhao Zheng frowned slightly. Although these demon monarchs had been imprisoned in hell for a long time, their wisdom had been worn away by time.

But he was not directly turned into a fool, so he is not easy to fool.

Only Bo Gang and Di Kui are a little stupid.

After weighing the pros and cons, Xiao Feng decided to trust the Holy Lord once.

After all, everyone's freedom in the future depends on him. Even if he is bound by the curse, there is no need to add difficulty to something that can go smoothly, right?

However, just as he was about to speak, Zhu Lan suddenly spoke up: "You want to take back the magic energy, right?"

"Without the magic of fire, it seems that you have suffered a lot outside!"

At this moment, Ximu stood up: "Let us out, it is not impossible to return your magic energy to you!"

"We only have one chance!"

Zhao Zheng was silent for a while, then sneered, “I’ll let you out. If some demons refuse to give it to me, I’ll destroy the Panku Box!”

"This way the demons behind us won't be able to get out again!"

The seven demons looked at each other, their scarlet eyes revealing distrust. After all, there was the precedent of the Holy Lord, and no one wanted to lose the last chance to escape because of the actions of the previous demon.

The atmosphere at the scene became awkward. For a moment, all the demon lords looked at each other in amazement, not knowing what to say.

"Then let's do this!" Zhu Lan thought for a moment, then said, "We will set restrictions on each other. If anyone breaks the rules, his soul will be dragged back to hell!"

Xiao Feng shook his head and said hesitantly: "No, if that's the case, some brothers and sisters gave him the Fire Magic Energy, and some did not. The remaining brothers and sisters in hell feel jealous. What should we do to pull back the ones who kept their promises?"

Zhao Zheng nodded. What Xiao Feng said made sense. If he could pull the souls of the demon lords back to hell, then his plan to turn them into stone sculptures would not be discovered!

"Isn't this simple?" Ximu grinned, looked at Zhao Zheng and said, "We will give you the Fire Magic Energy in advance. Whenever you want to find us in advance, we will give you the magic energy in his hand."

"Wouldn't this solve the problem perfectly?"

The other demon lords applauded after hearing this. Zhu Lan's eyes flickered for a moment, but he said nothing. Zhao Zheng snorted and sneered, "Do you have a way to transmit my fire demon energy out of hell?"

"If you really have this ability, you would have come out long ago!"

"Don't underestimate our wisdom!" Ximu said with a smile: "Don't forget, the source of the black energy wizard is not just you!"

Zhao Zheng looked at melancholy, and said sarcastically, "Then send out the evil spirit in your hand first."

"I'll let you out first!"

Ximu didn't say anything, but flicked his tail and actually shook the fire evil energy out of the magic mirror.

"How about it! Do you believe in our abilities now?"

Zhao Zheng grabbed the floating demonic energy and refined it in an instant. His own fire-origin demonic energy became much stronger.

He doesn't have to worry about any hidden tricks. Even though the eight demons are calling each other brothers and sisters eagerly, that's because they are all on the same level.

Although there is a difference in strength, the difference is not much, and it does not form an absolute disadvantage of one against two or one against three.

If the fire demon energy was tampered with, the eight demon lords would have ceased to exist long ago. Instead, there would be five demons or three demons.

Zhao Zheng felt that part of the power was completed, and a hint of joy flashed in his scarlet eyes.

"Very good! Wait for me!"

Wait till I turn you into a stone sculpture first!
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng unilaterally severed his connection with hell.

In Hell, the seven demons stared at each other. Zhu Lan stuck out his long tongue and spoke first, "Aren't you afraid that he will take away the magic energy and ignore us?"

"What's the use of a mere portion of Fire Magic Energy?" Ximu's eyes flickered, and he said meaningfully: "With his greedy character, he will definitely find ways to get his magic energy back!"

"This one is harmless. Our freedom is not far away!"

Basha curled her lips and said with some disdain: "After we all get out, a Saint Lord alone won't be able to cause any trouble!"

"I must make him feel the price for the pain I endured in hell!"

"He will definitely pay the price for his arrogance!" Zhongsu rolled up a ball of lightning, threw it casually, threw it on the rock behind him, and left first.

The remaining demons no longer had any intention of chatting, and they all separated to find the location to open their own door.

Freedom, they have been waiting for who knows how long!
Finally there's a chance to escape from this damn hell!

Zhu Lan looked at the demons leaving, still feeling somewhat confused. His scarlet eyes flickered continuously, and he muttered to himself, "Is the Holy Lord really so kind?"

"Given his character, he is definitely cheating!"

"Right? Ximu!"

"That's right!" Ximu turned back at some point, hovered beside him, and said, "I'll contact you when I'm free."

"If I didn't contact you, you should know what that means!"

(End of this chapter)