From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

San Francisco, a border town.

A man from Florida is conducting experiments in his rented house. He is considering going to the largest square to feed pigeons bread full of laxatives.

After thinking about it, the old man seemed a little moved. He stood up and walked slowly to the kitchen and closed the kitchen door.

Da da

There were slight footsteps, and the old man who was about to sprinkle the bread with medicine paused and looked out the window.

It was now five o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark outside as always. How could anyone enter his house at this time?

"Farke!"

He cursed in a low voice, glanced at a sleeping cat in the corner of the living room, decisively took out the spray gun and walked towards the living room.

In Florida, there is a pervert who likes to sneak into other people's homes late at night and harm kittens. It is precisely because the pervert has never been caught that he brought his cute kittens to live here.

Cute little kittens must not be persecuted!

Thinking about it, my brother's eyes became more determined, he loaded the gun and slowly opened the kitchen door.

Click~

The door lock turned slightly, and the old man looked out quietly.

The next moment, a pale, strange gray face appeared in front of him, and the pure white eyes on this face shocked him even more.

"Fake! What the hell? Shet! Don't come over!"

Bang bang bang!

Continuous gunshots suddenly sounded, and a magazine was emptied instantly.

But the gray, withered and thin figure didn't even take a step back, and quickly floated over with his feet off the ground.

"Go to hell, you damn bastard!"

The old man's voice was a little distorted and sounded very sharp. Even the sleeping neighbors around him turned on the lights and stretched their heads to check what was going on here!

The sharp sound stopped suddenly before it could be heard for a long time, and a stream of green gas quickly flowed out of the brother's eyes and entered the eyes of the strange dry monster.

After the withered and thin figure absorbed it, its body became fuller, and a unique sense of oppression gradually increased.

The old man fell to the ground and twitched, and a frightened cat ran around the house, screaming in fear.

Thoughts gradually appeared in the breath-eater's eyes, and he grabbed the scurrying kitten. As the green light flashed, the kitten gradually stopped moving.

But the twitching old man twisted strangely, and finally slowly twisted around, lying on the ground with a hoarse voice: "Master!"

The look of thought in the breath-eater's eyes became more intense. Soon, he sniffed, knocked through the door with a bang, and led his brother towards the lighted house!

…

When dawn began to break in the sky, my father, who always got up late, got up early and made breakfast. He sat down with a smile on his face and waited for the other two to get up.

"Good morning! Dad, why did you get up so early?" Jackie Chan greeted and walked into the bathroom to wash up.

"Morning, Jackie Chan, try the garlic sandwich I made." Dad responded with a smile.

Jackie Chan paused, turned his head, and looked a little confused.

Xiaoyu, who was following Jackie Chan, also paused. Her sleepy eyes suddenly widened, and she asked in surprise: "Dad, are you... okay?"

Dad continued to smile: "Of course it's okay. What can happen to Dad?"

"But!" Xiaoyu continued to stare wide-eyed, thought for a while and asked: "It's okay, why did you get up so early? Did something happen?"

Dad smiled gently and said, "Dad plans to take you to see a play on the weekend."

Jackie Chan frowned, and the confusion on his face turned into helplessness: "But dad, I have work on the weekend, I'm afraid I don't have time to spend with you!"

Xiaoyu tilted her head, doubts flashed in her eyes: "Drama? When did dad also like this style of things?"

Dad adjusted his reading glasses, his eyes full of nostalgia, and said very seriously: "This is not the kind of drama you are watching, Xiaoyu. This is an ancient program of Daxia. To be precise, it should be a singing opera!"

"But, Dad" Jackie Chan tried to say something.

"Jackie Chan!" Dad interrupted Jackie Chan and said in a low mood: "That was the theater I studied in when I was young. Dad separated from his young friend and hadn't seen each other for sixty years! "

As he said that, he turned around and looked at Jackie Chan seriously: "This may be the last time we meet. Dad wants to take you to see him."

Jackie Chan was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Okay, I understand, Dad, I will arrange the work."

Xiaoyu curled her lips: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Suddenly she thought of something and her eyes lit up slightly: "But dad, can you invite your friends to join us?"

"Of course!" Dad smiled gently: "Let's have breakfast first! I will ask for a few more tickets!"

Jackie Chan nodded: "Okay daddy."

Xiaoyu smiled. She was not interested in Daxia's ancient operas! But if we share this boredom, that would be no problem. She can't be the only one who falls asleep, right?

………

Black Hand gang building, offices.

Zhao Zheng, who was obsessed with studying magic, felt something in his heart. He looked around with some doubts and muttered in a low voice: "Who is thinking about me?"

But then he shook his head, put down the book in his hand, then picked up the flame ale wine on the table and drank it down in one gulp, and casually ordered to the waiting shadow ninja: "Go, help me catch some death row prisoners! "

As soon as the words fell, the shadow warriors around him moved instantly, turned into a black shadow and disappeared. It took about a few minutes.

The shadow ninja came over with a black man in one hand and said respectfully: "Your Majesty! There are only two left!"

Zhao Zheng glanced at them and was a little disappointed. He didn't expect these death row prisoners to be so useless. Looking at the terrified black man, he thought about it and signaled the shadow ninja to tie them to the operating table.

Suddenly, ignoring the crazy struggles of these black men, Zhao Zheng took out a magic wand and began to chant. A black light began to flash on the magic wand and shone on the black man.

The black man trembled slightly twice, and actually broke free from the restraints, stood up, and began to undergo strange changes.

Its flesh and blood slowly separated, and gradually only a skeleton was left. Then, the body without flesh and blood gradually began to collapse.

Zhao Zheng stretched out his hand, and the skeleton instantly turned into ashes and scattered on the ground.

Dong~

Zhao Zheng's hand sank slightly, and a ball of light slowly emerged from the top of the magic wand. In an instant, the ashes turned into a skeleton again.

Zhao Zheng looked at the flesh and bones on the ground in thought. These skeletons transformed by the black mango were too fragile and could not support their bodies at all.

It seemed that there was not much difference between it and when it was alive. It was even weaker than when it was alive because of the loss of flesh and blood.

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment while thinking. Wait, if it is combined with alchemy, will it work?

Alchemy puppets also have a very glorious history, but it's a pity that the books seemed to have been destroyed by the Holy Lord before?

In the distant ancient times, there was once a race that specialized in studying alchemy puppets, and even wanted to defeat the Holy Lord with the power of alchemy puppets!

In the end, it was obvious that the Holy Lord easily wiped out this race, and even their crystallization of wisdom—alchemy puppets, were completely burned by the Holy Lord.

And the upper limit of this thing is not very high!

"Alas!" Zhao Zheng sighed, destroyed the skeleton, and looked at the messy office with a bit of depression.

He felt a little bored because he had nothing to do!

Studying magic is really boring, and after studying for a long time, you may find that it is not as powerful as your own spray!

Time slowly passed, and when night fell again, the black air and righteousness between heaven and earth suddenly flickered.

Zhao Zheng, who was reading a book, paused. Yin and Yang lost balance? What the hell?

After thinking about it, he decided to go and see if there was any fun. With the burst of divine power, he disappeared in an instant.

When he flashed to the location along the direction of the black air and righteousness, Zhao Zheng's eyes flashed with surprise.

This is a small town on the edge of San Francisco, with a permanent population of about 20,000, and now, the whole town is full of smoke.

The ruthless flames engulfed one house after another, and there were cars crashing into each other on the streets, and people wandering around in a daze?

Zhao Zheng frowned. No, it seemed that they were not human beings, but flesh puppets?

It seemed that only air-eating ghosts could make such things, right?

Hmm?

Zhao Zheng looked towards the center of the town, where a strong black gas rose into the sky. According to the concentration of the black gas, it was not even weaker than the previous Daolong.

Zhao Zheng frowned, and he suddenly thought of a character, an air-eating ghost whose father had been sucked dry!

Could it be that the thing had revived in advance?

Zhao Zheng decisively flew towards the black gas and almost instantly arrived above a square.

Below, under the moonlight, countless people were being pressed by flesh puppets and approaching the center.

And at the center, a handsome young man was wearing a black suit and a blood-red cloak, sitting elegantly on a scarlet throne.

He was unscrupulously absorbing the vitality of humans and increasing his energy.

"Little thing? So arrogant?"

Zhao Zheng did not hide his breath and slowly descended.

The Count of the Ghost of Breathing paused, and instantly raised his head. When he sensed the breath revealed by Zhao Zheng, he chuckled and said, "Dear guest, are you here to celebrate my resurrection?"

"You don't know who I am?" Zhao Zheng frowned and asked indifferently.

The Ghost of Breathing was stunned, and he held his forehead helplessly, and said casually: "I have been sleeping for hundreds of years. Are the black magicians so rampant now? Boy, don't you know who I am?"

Zhao Zheng frowned, a little impatient, and the breath of the demon monarch on his body burst out instantly, and the celestial phenomena in the sky also changed instantly at this time.

The majestic momentum pressed the Ghost of Breathing to kneel directly on the ground, and sweat appeared on his forehead that shouldn't exist. He asked in a trembling voice:

"Demon...Monarch? Sir, what do you want to ask me?"

Zhao Zheng looked at the handsome appearance of the Ghost of Breathing, and was actually a little surprised. After all, the appearance of the childhood shadow in his memory was really not good, and he was not so smart.

Of course, there is another possibility, such as recognizing the wrong person, this is a new Ghost of Breathing.

"How did you get out?" Zhao Zheng asked with some curiosity, but his tone was solemn and majestic, which made the air-eating ghost tremble all over.

He raised his head slightly and glanced at Zhao Zheng. When he saw his cold eyes, he quickly lowered his head to the ground and began to describe with a choked voice.

"My Lord, I was forced to do this! I was originally sealed up, but I didn't expect a few demons to break into my room. They opened the seal directly and beat me up!"

The ghost of air-eating choked up as he spoke: "For a whole stick of incense, that demon has been whipping me and trying to take me away directly. Fortunately, I used all my strength to escape from their hands. If I don't recover my strength, I will be beaten to death by the demon!"

Zhao Zheng's mouth twitched. Demon? Could it be that the little guys of Huanyan Dragon were doing this?

After thinking for a while, Zhao Zheng said: "Your appearance has destroyed the balance of yin and yang, do you understand?"

The ghost of air-eating trembled again and kowtowed repeatedly: "I understand... I understand!"

There was a great purge hundreds of years ago. It seems that at that time there was a black-qi wizard named Ma Jiu who launched a plan of genocide, and he didn't want to die, so he sealed himself.

Sure enough, the outside world is too terrible, and now is not the time to be born.

Thinking of this, the ghost of air-eating stood up and bowed to Zhao Zheng very respectfully. Then his whole body shook, and a large amount of green gas rushed up from his body, splitting into countless tiny gases flying in all directions.

After these tiny gases entered their bodies, the flesh puppets, which looked like zombies, fell down one after another.

The gray skin and fangs slowly disappeared and gradually returned to normal.

The body of the air-eating ghost also swelled up visibly, gradually turning into a skinny Jura, and its hair slowly fell off.

Zhao Zheng's eyes showed a hint of understanding. Sure enough, this air-eating ghost was the one in his impression, but it might not have enough air at that time, so it did not reach its complete form.

Zhao Zheng looked at this guy with some satisfaction, and waved his sleeves to pack it up and put it into the divine domain.

He now has a better experimental subject!

At this moment, the Tai Chi diagram appeared again and directly swallowed up some of the remaining black air.

Then he looked at Zhao Zheng with indifference, and the two looked at each other.

The feeling of hunger came again along with the feeling in the dark, and Zhao Zheng threw it away and let it go!

Zhao Zheng thought about it, looked at the people around him who were about to wake up, and didn't pay much attention to it. He turned and flew into the air towards the Black Hand Building.

Suddenly, the origin inexplicably increased a little, which made Zhao Zheng pause. He looked up at the sky and didn't pay much attention to it.

What the black energy and the righteous energy want is to restore the world status, but now the black energy and the righteous energy are almost balanced, and even the black energy is slightly less. The new world consciousness is their biggest enemy.

Although Zhao Zheng now has the favor of the righteous energy and the black energy, how can it be compared to complete control?

While thinking, suddenly, the balance of yin and yang shook violently, and a feeling of storm came, which made Zhao Zheng a little uneasy.

What happened?