From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

Zhao Zheng's body gradually became ethereal. With the blessing of the snake god's power, all traces of him completely disappeared.

Ignoring the fight above, Zhao Zheng's body directly merged into the ground and sneaked towards the place where the vibrations from the Saint Seiya's body came from.

Soon, a hall appeared in front of Zhao Zheng. The main body of this hall was golden. It didn't look like a place where the Saint Seiya's body was offered as tribute. It looked a bit eerie and scary.

Zhao Zheng glanced around. Some murals on the walls of the hall seemed to be telling something.

However, Zhao Zheng was too lazy to pay attention. He looked directly at a door full of justice. The breath of the Saint Seiya's body was behind it!

Zhao Zheng frowned and took two steps forward.

Buzz~

The powerful breath of justice was revealed instantly, blocking his approach.

"Guardian magic?"

Zhao Zheng murmured. This place actually set up a protective means, which was more advanced than the magic protection of their mountain gate, but with his current level, it was almost easy to crack this protective shield.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Zheng waved his hand, and a soundproof magic enveloped the entire hall.

He took a few steps back, and the power of the origin on his body burst out, and then he rushed forward without hesitation and kicked straight.

Boom!

The majestic power brought absolute physical damage. The protective measures left by an unknown abbot of the Saint Seiya Temple were directly shattered together with the golden door in an instant.

Da~

He staggered, and hurriedly held the door with one hand, standing on one foot. He didn't expect it to be so fragile, and almost used too much force and sprained his waist.

Zhao Zheng looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Magic materials?

The full magic materials almost filled the entire hall!

They were all placed in a strange orientation. Judging from the density, the materials here are even more than those in Daolong.

Zhao Zheng showed a happy smile on his face. The Saint Seiya Temple is indeed a lean camel that is bigger than a horse. It seems that all the materials collected over thousands of years are here!

However, Zhao Zheng was not in a hurry to pack things, but looked at the center of all the materials, where the sculptures were lifelike and very conspicuous.

The faint black air emanating from it also represented that this was what Zhao Zheng was looking for.

After a careful look, Zhao Zheng smiled.

"It's interesting! It looks quite like this?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Zheng stepped forward decisively and began to crack some restrictive magic. At the same time, shadow warriors walked out of his shadow and began to move things.

The materials in this hall are all good things. Zhao Zheng casually glanced and saw several extinct magic materials.

But now they are all his!

Boom boom boom.

The roar of the battle lasted for a long time. The abbot and the Iron Rod Master were originally the two major factions of the Saint Seiya Temple, and their forces were almost evenly matched.

The Iron Rod Master's lineage is actually closer to Lope. They also inherited Lope's scroll magic path, while the abbot practiced the magic collected by Lope.

Neither of them said a word, but the magic and scrolls in their hands became more and more fierce, as if they were going to decide who was better and who was better.

However, the Iron Stick Master frequently looked at the gate of the temple, where a pair of calm eyes were staring at him, which put a lot of pressure on him.

When he looked back again, the abbot's old eyes were full of dead silence, and the golden green light column hit the Iron Stick Master without hesitation.

Buzz~

The strong vibration suddenly erupted, and the Iron Stick Master flew backwards in an instant. The golden body protection scrolls bloomed with brilliance, but they could not resist all the attacks.

A mouthful of blood sprayed in the air, leaving a blood mark, which seemed to represent the split of the Saint Seiya Temple.

The abbot followed calmly, and the instantaneous magic in his hand reappeared, following his backwards figure.

Boom, boom boom

Another collision began, but this time the Iron Stick Master was at a disadvantage, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before the battle ended.

Outside the door, the old man's upright body slowly sagged, and there seemed to be reminiscence and nostalgia in his eyes. Gradually, he slowly sighed, turned around silently and walked down the stairs.

"Do you really want to be so ruthless?" After being attacked by magic again, the master of the iron stick looked a little depressed. His tall hat was gone, his gray hair was scattered, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

The answer to him was the abbot's explosive magic. The golden light column did not show any mercy at all and hit his face directly.

The golden scroll resisted the explosive magic in front of the master of the iron stick with great difficulty.

Boom!

The brilliance of magic bloomed, and the master of the iron stick spit out blood again, and the whole person fell down shakily.

"Don't, don't forget, they are outsiders. I just want to revive Saint Seiya Lopez. What's wrong with me?"

He asked unwillingly, his eyes gradually covered with bloodshot, looking a little crazy.

The abbot fell to the ground, looking at his embarrassment calmly, with a somewhat indifferent tone: "The reason why Saint Seiya Lopez is admired by people is because of his kindness and greatness."

"You are planning the power of the Saint Seiya. In fact, I don't object, because I also hope that the Saint Seiya will return, but the return of the Saint Seiya should not be based on the lives of others."

"Aren't we always studying the rituals to help contemporary Saint Seiya awaken their power? It's just awakening power. When do you need to use its incomplete memory?"

The abbot said with a slightly heavier tone: "What's more, this is blasphemy against the Saints. Even if we, the younger generations, deceive our masters and destroy our ancestors, we must not touch their memories! This is a shame for our temple!"

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and regained his composure. Magic wave appeared in his hands, and he slowly walked forward: "Please step back. I will train a new master of the iron rod. From now on, the Saint Seiya Temple will still abide by the rules." According to the teachings of our ancestors, we should quietly serve as our Holy Land of Saints and wait for the self-awakening of Saints."

The Iron Bar Master's eyes flickered. The Iron Bar Master of the Saint Seiya Temple represents various rituals and precepts, while the abbot represents combat power and management. The division of labor between the two is very different.

The ritual of awakening the saints has been studied by the Iron Rod Master lineage!

"Why do you want to make wedding clothes for others?" Master Iron Rod staggered to his feet, his eyes becoming firm again.

"The world is beginning to recover. Demons, gods, and even races that were exiled by the ancestors are recovering. However, the line of saints who once led the human race can only hide behind others and follow the so-called commandments. I don't Be willing to do so!”

"I know I made a mistake, but as long as Saint Lope can be revived, I will not regret it even if I die."

Master Iron Bar's tone gradually became more and more excited as he spoke, as if it was some kind of final madness or something else.

The abbot frowned, and the magic chain in his hand took shape instantly, and was tied to the iron rod master.

There were more and more bloodshot eyes in Master Iron Bar's eyes, and he roared almost madly: "Go away, you stubborn old guy, I will use my own methods to restore the temple to its peak, and I will make Saint Seiya Lopez return to his peak. Awakening in this era, I will make everyone in the world respect the Saint Seiya Temple again, and I will make all glory return again!"

The roar was accompanied by the few body protection scrolls that were violently dispersed and inserted into the ground. The entire Saint Seiya Temple was shaken, and some powerful arrangements were activated.

The abbot's magic chain was instantly defeated.

The power in Master Iron Rod's body began to expand, and a huge runic circle began to surround him, which was something arranged from the remains of the resurrected Saint.

"So what if Lope is not resurrected? Our temple only has one saint warrior. We have other ancestors, and the return of the ancestors always requires sacrifices, right?"

The bloodshot eyes of Master Iron Bar became more and more intense, and he screamed in the abbot's horrified eyes: "I will definitely bring the founder back from the endless darkness step by step, inherit the power of the Saint, and thus awaken the great Saint! "

But the next moment, many runes collapsed, and some powerful follow-up failed to follow, causing their lineage's arrangement to lose its original effect.

The iron rod master was stunned. His hair was disheveled and his face was blank. The scrolls in his body reluctantly reunited and thrust into the ground, exploding with crazy power.

But the expected pain still did not come, and there was no strong and evil will trying to invade his body. The runes that originally opened the formation only left some holes on the ground.

Master Iron Rod murmured, his eyes full of madness and unwillingness. He quickly ran to a hole drilled by runes and dug it up. He kept murmuring nervously: "What's going on? What's going on? Array?" What about the law? How could it fail? No one knows what happened?”

At this time, Zhao Zheng slowly walked towards the gate. Seeing the crazy behavior of Master Tieguang, he was too lazy to pay attention and just said gently:

"As you wish, the thing you are looking for is named Zhao."

"How is it possible? It's impossible. The Saints are the heroes who lead the human race to the light. We are the transcendent ones."

Some nervous murmurs kept coming.

The gaze behind him changed from fear to resentment, and from resentment to madness. Zhao Zheng paused slightly, with a gentle smile on his face, and did not look back.

Buzz~boom!

Powerful magic waves collided behind him. The abbot stood between Zhao Zheng and Master Iron Bar. His outstretched hand trembled slightly. He looked at Master Iron Bar who was vomiting blood and fell to the ground but was still crazy, with a sad look in his eyes.

"Just have a good rest and don't show up again."

The abbot murmured, and his trembling hand stretched out and placed it on the iron rod master's forehead, and golden light suddenly appeared.

Buzz~

Powerful magic waves are gushing out crazily. This is an outpouring of magic power, and it also represents the magic power accumulated by a scroll master throughout his life.

Zhao Zheng crossed the gate of Saint Seiya Temple and walked down without looking back. He only left a faint sentence: "What does Lope's glory have to do with your glory? The current decline is just because of poor academic skills and poor skills." Not as good as human beings.”

The extremely old Iron Bar Master and Abbot behind him were startled and fell silent.

Zhao Zheng walked a few steps quickly and caught up with the old man standing in front of him. He said gently: "He took action."

Dad paused, said nothing, and walked forward silently.

He felt that he would never come back again. Although many things would change as time passed, he still couldn't help but sigh.

Dad paused, then continued to walk forward, and asked calmly: "Did you get a lot of good things?"

Zhao Zhengwen replied: "Yes, there are a lot of things, at least much more than my teacher's collection!"

Dad thought for a moment, frowned, and was a little confused: "I have always been curious, who is your teacher?"

This thing goes without saying! Zhao Zheng's mind was spinning rapidly.

First of all, we have to rule out Daolong. After all, he and Lao Gudong are mortal enemies. Daolong killed Daddy’s master, Master Fang, in a duel.

Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and explained, "For some special reasons, my master won't let me reveal his name, but I can be sure that he is more kind-hearted than the average wizard."

"Although our lineage is a black magician, there is only one successor in each generation, and it is not easy to show up in the world!"

The old man was a little surprised when he heard it: "Strange sect, this is the first time I've heard of it. It seems that I am still a little ignorant."

Zhao Zheng shook his head: "Every profession has its own specialty. The ocean of magic is endless, but people's mental strength is limited, and our lineage is just an insignificant small sect! It just happens to have some magic books."

The old man was silent for a while, and he sighed: "You are very knowledgeable, which is a necessary quality for an excellent wizard, and your strength is no less than mine. Your teacher must be an excellent scholar!"

"If you didn't have a master, I'm afraid I would have to tie you home and force you to be my disciple!"

"It's pretty good now." Zhao Zheng took it, replied softly, and followed his father to continue walking down.

On a platform not far away, Xiaoyu and Jackie Chan saw them and came over.

"Dad"

Jackie Chan wanted to ask something, but just as he opened his mouth, an old and tired voice resounded throughout the mountain.

"From today on, if Saint Seiya is not summoned, the Saint Seiya Temple will be closed forever!"

Dad paused, said nothing, and continued to walk down, but his pace slowed down a little, his eyes full of memories.

"Dad is so decadent after he came, he doesn't look like Dad at all." Xiaoyu whispered.

"You will understand later, Xiaoyu." Jackie Chan touched Xiaoyu's head and didn't explain too much.

Jackie Chan seemed to suddenly remember something and said seriously: "Xiaoyu, I called your teacher. Although the school is on vacation, there are still homework, and Miss Hardman has a lot to say about you."

"This is not what a good student should do!"

"Ah, why is this, you are out traveling and you are still unhappy." Xiaoyu lowered her head and said sullenly.

Zhao Zheng did not join their chat, but walked forward two steps and asked: "Master Chen, do you still want to go around?"

The old man nodded and said calmly: "Yes, I plan to go back to my hometown and then return to America."

Zhao Zheng thought for a while and said: "I still have some things to do, so I may have to leave first."

"Dad knows." The old man responded and his steps became slower, as if he was waiting for something.

Zhao Zheng smiled and greeted Xiaoyu and the others, and his figure slowly faded, and then an old voice came again.

"Old antique... Maybe I am not qualified to call you that, but please allow me to call you for the last time, old antique, sorry."

A ray of light appeared in the old man's turbid eyes, and the calm but sad mood disappeared a little, and his steps became more and more stable. The Saint Seiya Temple behind him was gradually buried in the thick fog and disappeared from people's sight.