From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

Black Hand Building.

"Holy Lord, can you explain why you haven't let us out for so long!?" Zhongsu came to the meeting rarely, and said sarcastically: "Damn guy, if you can't stand it, come back quickly. I feel you are the most suitable Just stay in hell until the end of the world!”

Xiao Feng frowned and did not stop Zhong Su from mocking. In fact, he did not understand why the Holy Lord was so slow this time. He had successfully released the boss and the eighth child before, but this time the time interval was too long and it was really difficult. understand.

"Is it because of the black energy personality?" Sao Feng asked with some confusion: "Holy Lord, don't you explain it?"

"Don't you want to get your anger back?" A cruel smile appeared on Basha's face.

He said in a very low tone: "One against two, can you beat the other two demon monarchs?"

Di Kui paused and glanced at Bazaar. How come this guy...has no brainer than me? Although he can't be as cunning as in the demon era, his wisdom seems to have been completely wiped out.

You know that the Panku treasure box is still in the hands of the Holy Lord. Are you really not afraid that the Holy Lord will not let you two out?

"What's the use of talking so much? This damn fraudster is just a pure waste, a waste that can't accomplish anything!" Zhongsu said mockingly, with a very disdainful tone.

Zhao Zheng was a little silent, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he was very dissatisfied with the foul-mouthed Zhongsu.

After a long time, he said calmly: "It is true that I did not think carefully this time. The black energy cannot accommodate so many demon monarchs for the time being. Every time the balance of yin and yang is broken, it becomes more and more difficult!"

Basha, Zhongsu, Xiaofeng, and Dikui were stunned at the same time.

They all looked at the Holy Lord in surprise, feeling a little unbelievable.

After all, when did the Holy Master admit his mistakes? His credibility was tainted in ancient times, and he was completely a shameless and cunning person.

Although there was their push, but for such a cunning and cunning lizard, he actually admitted his mistake?

For a moment, the four demons in hell looked at the Holy Lord with different eyes. Basha even asked insinuatingly: "Do you still remember what you owe Xiaofeng?"

The Holy Master paused and looked at Bashamu with strange eyes. Is this guy crazy?

Sao Feng spoke at this time, interrupting the somewhat awkward atmosphere: "What is your next plan? Although the balance of yin and yang is difficult to break, what is certain is that the righteousness of reality must have begun to riot!"

Any action of the Holy Master at this time is good for them. After all, a Holy Master who will reflect on his own mistakes is undoubtedly terrible, so that he will not make low-level mistakes again.

Although this may be troublesome for future demon battles, the current purpose is to let the demons escape from hell, not to scheming.

Zhao Zheng paused and looked away from Sao Feng's face. He was sitting on the throne, tapping the armrest with his fingers and making a clicking sound, his eyes showing deep thought.

The hall slowly became quiet, and the atmosphere slowly became depressed.

Tap tap tap tap

Suddenly, there was a sound of rapid footsteps, and it was a shadow ninja. But when it felt the atmosphere of the scene and saw the scene of hell, it couldn't help but slow down and approached Zhao Zheng at a not-so-fast speed.

"Your Majesty, we have found what you asked us to check. A pair of the Immortal God Armor is in Daxia. We are still checking the specific location!" Shadow Kakashi said cautiously.

"Daxia?" Zhao Zheng stopped tapping his index finger and asked with some confusion.

"Isn't the Extraordinary Association over there conquered? Why don't you just ask those mages directly?"

Shadow Kakashi said carefully: "We used your tracker to find the exact city, but failed because of a series of coincidences. It seems that someone is guiding the magicians in Daxia. If the magic records are not wrong, If so, a god will be born in China in the near future!”

Zhao Zheng was startled, sat up a little straighter, and frowned deeply: "How is that possible?"

In the mirror, the four demons also had their faces darkened at this moment. The birth of gods is no joke. After the ancient times, how many gods were born in the world?

Now, how long has it been since the world's status was restored? Are gods already being conceived?

Kakashi raised his head cautiously, then immediately lowered his head under the eyes of the five demon lords.

He said quickly: "Actually, according to our investigation, this god did not start to be conceived recently, but appeared a long time ago, but the pregnancy was interrupted for unknown reasons, and it has not reappeared until now!"

Zhao Zheng turned his head and asked in a gloomy tone: "Tell me carefully."

The birth of a god cannot be said to be a bad thing, but Daxia is his default territory. His home is about to be stolen, and he is naturally very angry.

"A few years ago, an archmage was killed by Daolong in Daxia. We guess that the archmage wanted to die at that time, not to be defeated."

Kakashi spoke softly but firmly: "This has also been concluded through Daolyu's memories and his investigation."

"And in the third year after the death of the Archmage, the gods gradually revived for some reason!"

"This time we explored Daxia and noticed something strange, but we couldn't directly pinpoint His location!"

"So." Kakashi revealed one eye and said fearfully: "We guess that the Archmage happened to find the location of the god because his deadline was approaching, and he wanted to use his own sacrifice in exchange for this god. The recovery!”

Zhao Zheng frowned deeply, and his fingertips began to tap the handrail again, making a clicking sound, making the hall look depressing again.

"A human race plots to become a god? Tsk, that's a bit unbelievable." Xiao Feng tutted, with some solemnity in his tone.

The current human race is even more outrageous than before. It seems that the Holy Lord did not release them immediately. There is indeed something unspeakable!

"Is there any sealing place in Daxia?" Zhao Zheng suddenly asked.

There was approval in Sao Feng's eyes. The gestating god was like an autumn wind. Although it was everywhere, its power was still limited. If some chaos was caused, the god would not be able to take care of the overall situation.

"Yes, there are quite a few. Among the forbidden areas common to mages, there are no less than three sealing areas in Daxia, and they are all very simple." Kakashi nodded and said seriously.

"Get something done there, and you won't have to worry about the rest." Zhao Zheng said, waving his hand and letting Kakashi go out. The gloominess in his eyes was a little less, but his fingers started tapping again.

Ta-ta-ta.

"Trash, don't forget what you should do most."

Zhongsu said lightly, turned around, turned into thunder and disappeared.

Zhao Zheng paused with his fingertips and then continued to tap. He just murmured: "The Panku treasure box depends on God's will. No one can forcefully open the hell unless I return to my peak."

Basha, Dikui and Sao Feng looked at Zhao Zheng for a long time, then waved their hands and the projection disappeared.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a rapid knock on the door. Wa Long covered his eyes and came to Zhao Zheng aggrievedly and said: "Lord Holy Lord, can you find Lasu and the others? They are... I have made great contributions to you!”

Zhao Zheng glanced at him, too lazy to pay attention to this guy, but looked at the mirror gloomily.

"They are fine!" Zhao Zheng looked in the mirror and said casually.

Wallon's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Really? I thought they had encountered something unexpected!"

Zhao Zheng was speechless: "Get out! Don't be an eyesore here."

Early morning, Dad’s Antique Shop.

Dad looked at the smiling old monk in front of him with a serious face.

"Dad said, Xiaoyu won't go anywhere, you'd better stop your little thoughts!" Dad said directly with a cold face.

The old monk smiled and said: "Old antique, why are you so stubborn? I, the abbot, have come in person. What are you still worried about?"

"Did Lope say something? The reincarnation of the Saint Seiya? That's ridiculous! Don't blame dad for not reminding you, dad can beat you to a temple by himself now!" Dad retorted unhappily, the cloudy eyes under his reading glasses were very... serious.

The old monk was a little helpless. He spread his hands and said in a gentle tone: "Old Antique, I told you that you can go too. With a mage like you watching, what else can we do?"

"And..." the old monk said for a moment, and said with some surprise: "According to legend, the reincarnation of the Saint Seiya also has a powerful protector. You can also call him. Double insurance is always enough."

Dad paused, a little suspicious, he frowned and thought.

There is no doubt that the Saint Seiya's temple is not strong. In fact, it poses no threat to either Dad or Jackie Chan.

This level of request is considered sincere. With two people watching, no one can do anything under their noses.

But the contradictory words of the director of the Saint Seiya Temple clearly told Dad that there was something wrong with this temple, and that the once holy land of righteousness might no longer be pure.

And this old monk in front of me?

"Old monk, do you really believe in the reincarnation of the Saint?" The father stared closely at the abbot's eyes, trying to see something in them.

The abbot also looked at each other calmly: "Old antique, I believe you can also feel the growth of the world today. In just half a year, the world has changed to the point where we can hardly recognize it."

The abbot looked at his father with some emotion and said seriously: "For example, last night, the power of black energy was obviously stronger. If we don't have a being who can lead justice, I always feel that the current peace will end soon! "

The father was silent for a while. After a long time, he said calmly: "You don't have to worry about these things. You just need to chant sutras quietly in your peace. The other fathers will take care of it."

The abbot was stunned for a long time, and then he said softly: "Old antique, you know, our mission is to reincarnate the Saints, and our mission in life is to be the guardians of the Saints. Since Saint Lope has left a legacy, then it must be It is of great help to contemporary Saints.”

"You can question us, you can also question this temple that has been passed down for thousands of years, but you can't question the saint who ended the dark age!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at his father and fell silent.

Dad looked down at the tea cup on the table in a daze. Honesty is always decent. He can't do whatever he wants like a villain, nor can he shut out this famous force in the supernatural world just because of a little guess!

So silence became a kind of silent rejection. Dad picked up the teapot and poured tea silently. When the cup was full, the tea flowed down the rim of the cup.

The abbot sitting opposite the father paused, and then he stood up with a somewhat lonely look in his eyes: "Old antique, the future belongs to young people!"

Dad didn't say anything, he just put down the teapot gently and silently wiped the spilled tea with the cloth on the table.

There was obvious sadness on the abbot's round face. He bowed slightly and said, "Master Chen, excuse me."

He turned around and walked out, his steps slightly unsteady.

"Yawn! Good morning, old man, good morning, Uncle Long." At this time, Xiaoyu yawned and came down from the second floor. After saying hello, she went into the washroom to wash up.

The abbot, who had already walked to the door, was stunned by the greeting. His waist trembled slightly. There was a dry peach wood staff. On its top, a virtual flower flickered slightly, and a fragrance began to spread in the old man's antique shop.

Jackie Chan, who was making breakfast in the kitchen, as well as the old man and the abbot were all stunned. Several people looked at the staff that was shaking more and more violently at their waists at the same time.

As time slowly passed, Xiaoyu finished washing up and came out. Her little nose twitched twice, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

"Hey Uncle Long, what delicious food did you make today? It seems to be very fragrant," she said, and walked to the kitchen, trying to steal some first.

The moment she walked into the kitchen, the staff on the abbot's waist broke free from its restraints and flew straight to the kitchen like a wild horse.

Xiaoyu didn't notice anything at all. Just when she was about to pull Uncle Long's trouser legs to see the delicious food, a hard object ran into her hand.

Xiaoyu was stunned, turned her head and saw a flower she had never seen before, blooming towards her.

She was stunned, subconsciously threw the staff out and shouted: "Dad, it's haunted, there is a stick trying to kidnap me!"

The old man and the abbot looked at each other, and they saw confusion in each other's eyes. This thing is the treasure of the Saint Seiya Temple. Legend has it that it is the staff used by the Saint Seiya of all generations, which contains incredible magic.

Even the abbot can't completely control this holy weapon, and now... the treasure of the temple just ran into someone else's hands?

Seeing no response behind her, Xiaoyu ran out decisively.

The staff that was trembling and flying up again paused. If someone looked carefully, they could clearly see that the flower on its top was a little wilted, as if they could feel a sense of loss from it.

In Jackie Chan's shocked eyes, the staff paused, turned around and flew out slowly and aggrievedly.

At this moment, Xiaoyu had already run behind the old man, pointing at the staff at the kitchen door and complaining loudly: "Yes, old man, it's it. I just wanted to have breakfast, and it ran into my hand inexplicably."

The old man looked at the abbot again, and the two opened their mouths to say something, but finally fell silent again, not knowing what to say.

The staff was still approaching, but this time it became a little cautious, trying to bypass the old man and fly into Xiaoyu's hand.