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

Chapter 92: Ximu turned into a stone sculpture just after coming out of hell!
Ximu randomly found a position and flew at high speed in the air.

Zhao Zheng followed behind, without trying to follow him closely.

Although it is in invisible mode, Sky is Westwood's home ground after all. If you follow too closely, there is a certain chance that you will be discovered.

After flying for about half an hour, Ximu arrived at a canyon filled with thick clouds and fog.

Zhao Zheng still had some impression of this place. This was where Ximu’s palace used to be.

Ximu circled in the sky and soon went in. Zhao Zheng followed without hesitation and entered the clouds.

After a moment, Ximu used magic to connect to hell, and the scene reappeared.

The other six demons gathered opposite the mirror, some squatting and some standing, looking at Ximu with burning eyes.

The first gate to hell!

opened!
When Ximu escaped from hell, the other six demon lords all sensed something and went to the gate of hell without any prior arrangement. They watched Ximu leave and return to the earth!
The feeling of envy instantly filled the hearts of the demon monarchs.

As the big brother, Zhulan, with his snake head like a snake tongue, spoke in a low voice: "Ximu, the Holy Lord didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Basha snorted and moved closer to the smoke: "Where is that damn guy, Holy Lord? Aren't you with him?"

Ximu pondered for a moment before speaking: "The Holy Lord didn't say anything, but directly let me regain my strength and wisdom!"

"You didn't do anything to me!"

Naturally, he would not say that he was taught a lesson by the Holy Lord. Although he was the weakest, he still wanted to save face, so he did not mention it at all.

Zhu Lan raised his eyebrows slightly, his face a little solemn, but he stopped talking.

Free things are the most expensive. Although he longs for freedom, he doesn't feel at ease at this moment.

The Holy Lord will not be so kind as to let them all go.

Di Kui, who had been silent the whole time, glanced at Basha, and then said calmly: "Let's not waste any more time on idle talk. Since the Holy Lord has not betrayed us, we don't need to be so wary of him! Let's get ready to embrace freedom!"

"Ximu." Xiaofeng said with a smile: "You should take a good rest now. After all, you are the first one among us to be released. If the Holy Lord is unreliable, we will need you to rescue us!"

Except for Bo Gang who was a little confused, the other demons understood the hidden meaning of Xiao Feng's words.

Zhu Lan frowned even more, and said with some disdain: "The Holy Lord has a group of humans working for him, and only he can easily release us. If it were Ximu, who among you present would be willing to wait for more than a hundred years before going out?
The demons present were speechless for a moment, and were all pondering this matter in their hearts!

Needless to say, Zhongsu and Basha will be the last ones to be ranked. After all, they curse the Holy Lord the most and have a very bad relationship with him.

After the Holy Lord gained control over the order in which to release the demons, no one wanted to offend him openly again.

"Ximu, you'd better not make any moves for now. At least wait until one or two of us are gone, then you can make a long-term plan!" Zhu Lan said.

Ximu nodded, exchanged a few words with the demons, and then hung up the connection with Hell.

"What should I do?"

Ximu rubbed his hands, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment, but he soon came up with an idea, which was to take a good hot bath.

He hasn't had a good bath for thousands of years. The environment in hell is too bad. Besides, Basha, the water demon, can't be his shower head, so taking a bath is even more impossible!

Just when he was about to find a small river to wash himself, he looked up inadvertently and saw a layer of red barrier that had appeared around him at some point.

"My dear brother, where are you going?" The sudden voice made Ximu wake up instantly. He turned around and saw Zhao Zheng, who had returned to his original form, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"What...what do you want to do?" Ximu stuttered.

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows and said with some contempt: "Of course it is your authority!"

"After all, you have kept my authority for so long, and now I need to get some interest back!"

"You...can't..."

Before Ximu could finish his words, a strong drum beat was heard, mixed with some flute sounds.

"Hmm, sir, sir, sir!"

A series of difficult-to-pronounce spells kept ringing out, and Ximu's eyes became dazed and he kept shaking after hearing them.

"No! Sixth brother, you can't do this to me!" Ximu let out a sharp and piercing cry for mercy.

A burst of green and blue light shot fiercely at him, causing his whole body to twist continuously, and finally he turned into a round stone sculpture and fell to the ground.

Zhao Zheng nodded with satisfaction and calmly picked up the talismans scattered on the ground with his telekinesis.

Like the twelve talismans of the Holy Lord, Ximu also separated out twelve!
Among them, the six talismans of rat, tiger, dog, rabbit, horse and sheep have the same effects.

The other five talismans are somewhat different.

For example, the chicken talisman, the Holy Lord’s represents telekinesis, while Ximu’s represents shock waves.

He can control his mental power to shoot out various shock waves at will, which are very powerful.

The other few were similar. Zhao Zheng just got familiar with them briefly and then swallowed them all into his body.

Feeling the magic power more than doubled, Zhao Zheng looked somewhat pleased.

"It's your turn now! Good brother, I think our brotherhood is over!"

Ximu Stone Sculpture's face was filled with despair, and he kept begging for mercy: "No, without authority I will completely disappear from this world, please, brother, don't!"

Zhao Zheng did not say anything, but gently placed his hand on the stone sculpture that Ximu had turned into, and absorbed the authority from Ximu.

As Zhao Zheng slowly plundered his endless power, Ximu's cries for mercy became increasingly low.

Gradually, cracks began to appear on the stone sculpture, becoming larger and larger, and more and more numerous.

As the last bit of Ximu's power was ruthlessly plundered by Zhao Zheng, Ximu's stone sculpture body turned into dust and disappeared with a gust of wind.

Zhao Zheng loosened his dragon claws slightly, and a weak Ximu soul was struggling constantly.

"If you move, I will destroy you completely!"

Upon hearing this, Ximu's soul huddled together, his eyes blank. He looked so weak, pitiful and helpless that Zhao Zheng wanted to laugh.
The sky demon who lost his power no longer has the immortality of his soul!
He is so weak now that even a slight breeze can blow him away and make him disappear completely from this world.

Zhao Zheng pondered secretly in his heart. After all, Ximu was one of the pioneers of the black energy wizard, so he was still of some use.

It's really a pity to let him vanish into thin air like this.

(End of this chapter)