From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

At this moment, a short wizard in a black robe with a smoky shadow emerged from the air.

"It's you?" The president of the association showed astonishment on his face, and said in disbelief: "Aren't you dead?"

"No matter who dies, I won't die!" The wizard floated in the air, looking at the people in front of him with disdain, and said sarcastically:

"The three mountains and five peaks were originally conflicting lineups, but now they stand together. I think you are also confused!"

He was a great black-qi wizard in his lifetime. He advocated that yin is strong and yang is weak. He wanted to annihilate all the righteous magicians in Daxia in one fell swoop and revive the reputation of black-qi wizards.

Among these people in front of him, there were his students, his friends, and even his own blood.

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What a pity! People with different paths cannot work together!

"Alas, Yang Lan, I didn't expect it would be you, you would be so extreme!" The president of the association said, and took out a photo from his arms.

"Do you remember our previous agreement?"

It shows three young men standing together, smiling, and it can be vaguely seen that the appearance of two of the children is somewhat similar to the two people who are now confronting each other.

"You have forgotten your original intention! We are friends and have the same dream!" The president of the association said with a look of grief.

Looking at this photo, the old wizard Yang Lan's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of nostalgia.

When he was young, he had a fair complexion. Wolf back and bee waist, quite handsome and unrestrained.

"Friend?" The old wizard Yang Lan smiled with disdain: "Xuan Zheng! How long are you going to keep repeating these childish words?"

He looked at the person in front of him with some emotion. After so many years, the appearance of the president of the association Xuan Zheng has not changed much, but his temples are already a white frost color. It adds a little vicissitudes of life and maturity to him.

But he became neither human nor ghost, which made him even more angry.

"Hehehe!"

The old wizard Yang Lan said with a gloomy face: "Do you know? I am here today because of you!"

"After you, your son will inherit your position, right?"

"Right and evil are two life-and-death teams. Can your son really continue to lead the association to peace?"

He paused and changed the subject: "I'm afraid not!"

"The evil wizard will be wiped out sooner or later."

"It is precisely because I understand this that I left the association!"

"Yang Lan!" Association President Xuan Zheng shouted in a low voice, shook his head, and was somewhat silent.

"Why can't you speak?" The old wizard Yang Lan snorted coldly and snapped his fingers.

With a sound of "Hua".

A huge ghost face appeared in the air behind him.

This ghost face can be said to cover the sky and the sun, and it is hideous and terrifying. The bloody mouth slowly opened, revealing the fangs inside.

Slowly biting towards the magic shield, with a series of "crackling" sounds, cracks gradually appeared on the magic shield.

The old wizard Yang Lan sneered: "Don't you black wizards from the Three Mountains understand? The so-called peace is just an excuse!"

"The inheritance of the black wizards will be devoured bit by bit by these righteous wizards!"

"Now walk out of the magic shield, I will forgive you and still recognize you as part of the black energy!"

"Damn it!"

"You despicable villain, you dare to sow discord! Your philosophy was wrong from the beginning!"

The black wizards from the Three Mountains gnashed their teeth.

The great wizard Xuan Zheng was as calm as water, and said coldly: "Did you see it?"

"No one agrees with your philosophy at all!"

"What a joke!" The great wizard Yang Lan narrowed his eyes and stared closely at the president of the association Xuan Zheng.

The president of the association, Xuan Zheng, had a sullen face: "Since ancient times, evil cannot prevail over good, only death can prevail!"

The old wizard Yang Lan laughed: "Very good, if that's the case, let's destroy this old and foolish organization together!"

"Hmph!" The president of the association, Xuan Zheng, snorted coldly, chanting spells.

"Get out of here, demons and ghosts!"

He increased the output of magic power, and the originally fine cracks in the magic shield were constantly repaired.

The old wizard Yang Lan floated in the air, and under his sharp eyebrows, his eyes revealed a deep murderous intent.

"Hehe, stubborn!" He laughed, looked down at the battlefield below, stretched out his skinny fingers, and gently pointed down.

The ghost face under the seat suddenly let out a miserable scream.

The sound spread in the vast sky, and countless echoes came in the lingering sound.

The ghost cry continued, one after another, with great momentum. This is not one or two hundred ghosts, nor two or three thousand ghosts, but at least ten thousand ghosts to form such an effect.

The ghostly cry also attracted the attention of the extraordinary people in the field, and they all looked up.

"What is that in the sky?"

"From the sound, it should be a black gas creature!" A mage was talking, and suddenly his voice stopped.

His eye sockets gradually widened, and he saw one, two, three... thousands of ghosts appearing in the sky, densely packed, swooping down to this piece of land.

"Why are there so many?"

"Can the magic shield really prevent it?"

"What should we do? There are tens of thousands of black gas ghosts. How can we compete with them?"

The extraordinary people were in an uproar, all of them were shocked, and their fighting spirit was shaken.

It was not easy to resist the shadow army, but now the ghosts appeared.

How could the Supernatural Association, which had already suffered heavy casualties, have the strength to deal with such a large group of ghosts?

The ghosts howled like ghosts and wolves, and shot down like a rain of arrows.

The magic shield, which was originally in danger, collapsed at this moment.

In an instant, there were shouts. Panic and screams broke out together, and various colors of light surged, and fireballs, water bombs, golden light, etc. reflected the sky.

After a short and fierce resistance, most of the magicians were killed or injured.

Each of these ghosts was an illusory existence, and some magic could not attack them at all, but passed through their bodies.

At this moment, a ray of light flew out from the crowd and hit the old wizard Yang Lan at lightning speed.

Spell-fixation!

"Do it!" Association President Xuan Zheng suddenly shouted, and a group of supernatural people responded and surrounded the old wizard Yang Lan in an instant.

"Not good!" The old wizard Yang Lan controlled his face and was unable to move for a while, watching himself being surrounded.

"Yang Lan, today is your death." Xuan Zheng, the president of the association, roared.

In an instant, the magicians in the association attacked at the same time, using various means of attack.

Attacks such as water flow, fire, lightning, and energy balls burst out at the same time, attacking the old wizard Yang Lan.

The face of the old wizard Yang Lan was suddenly reflected with colorful lights.

These attacks were dazzling and brilliant like fireworks, beautiful and deadly.

The old wizard Yang Lan was in danger, but he did not dodge, but instead showed a sneer.

In his pupils, a dazzling blue light suddenly burst out. The light was so bright that it covered a Huashan master in front of him.

The Huashan master groaned and felt dizzy.

This is the old wizard Yang Lan, who has activated his mental power and his eyes are full of attacks, which can bypass ordinary defenses and directly attack people's souls.

The Huashan Grand Mage who was attacked quickly took three steps back and regained his composure.

The mere mental power could only catch him off guard, causing minor injuries to the Grand Mage, and could not change the dangerous situation for the old wizard.

But the sneer on the corner of the old wizard Yang Lan's mouth became stronger.

He mobilized the black gas and magic power in his body and poured it into a magic weapon.

Magic weapon - move and change positions!

Swish.

With a slight sound, the figure of the old wizard Yang Lan suddenly disappeared from the original place, and then appeared in the original position of the Huashan Grand Mage. As a replacement, the Grand Mage of Huashan who was attacked appeared in his original position.

"Not good!"

"Oops, stop it!"

The other Grand Mage/Grand Wizards exclaimed. This sudden change caught them off guard and shocked them greatly.

They wanted to stop, but the offensive was already in place and it was difficult to control.

The Huashan Master was so frightened that he frantically activated defensive magic. However, the shield on his body only lasted for half a breath before it was broken and disintegrated.

"Huashan Master!" The president of the association roared, watching his own people being engulfed by the brilliant offensive like fireworks, and finally becoming a pile of meat scraps.

"Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful. It seems that there are conflicts among you Five Mountains Masters. You actually fought at the critical moment and killed your own people. Hehehe..." The old wizard laughed and mocked.

"Yang Lan, I will never forgive you!"

"Yang Lan, I will definitely skin you and pull out your tendons to relieve my hatred."

The Huashan Masters were so angry that their eyes turned red and their necks thick, and they roared.

But they shouted loudly, but did not follow suit.

The old wizard Yang Lan actually had a magic weapon in his hand, which was beyond their expectations.

Besides, the great masters of Huashan had all fallen, and they did not dare to act rashly for a while.

With such a magic weapon, the old wizard Yang Lan was not afraid of being besieged. No wonder he dared to challenge the entire Sanshanwuyue high-level and led the ghost army to attack the entire Supernatural Association.

Although the number of people in the Supernatural Association was large, the death of the Huashan Master was in front of them, and everyone was a little confused for a while.

"Why! Why don't you continue to attack me?"

Facing everyone, he did not hide his arrogance in his heart, and laughed unscrupulously.

At the same time, the Shadow Corps emerged from the ground again.

Once again, he attacked the magicians present. Seeing this, the old wizard Yang Lan urged the ghost face in his hand and commanded thousands of ghosts and the Shadow Corps to attack him together.

Seeing the reinforcement of the Shadow Corps, the supernaturals were shocked and angry.

"Yang Lan, you despicable villain! As a human, you actually surrendered to the Demon Lord!" A black-qi wizard roared angrily.

"Yang Lan, do you really want to kill them all? Your descendants are in there!!" another wizard shouted loudly.

"Do you know what you did? This move has made my Daxia supernatural world wither from now on. Not to mention fighting against the demon monarch, even the supernaturals from other countries will ride on our necks in the future!"

"You damn traitor, you are a traitor to my Daxia!" A direct descendant of Yang Lan cursed wildly.

The old wizard Yang Lan sneered, his heart full of disdain.

When death is imminent, what's the use of saying these things?

It's just the last struggle before death!

"We can't stay any longer, we must charge and break through the siege!" Taishan Grand Wizard realized the seriousness of the matter, his face was ashen, and he shouted.

"Go!"

The supernaturals joined hands and began to charge, trying to kill their way out.

Spells such as flame, golden blade, frost, hail, wind blade, lightning, etc. were released one after another.

For a time, the flame water ball kept flying, the golden blade turned into light and rushed forward, the blue hail was spitting, and the explosions were everywhere in the thunderous thunder...

Under the fierce attack of the association, the shadow army and ghosts were instantly sparse.

But facing the black gas creatures that continued to come one after another and were not afraid of death, no matter how they struggled, they were useless.

"Although these extraordinary people have many great magicians/wizards, without spells and materials that can restrain black gas creatures, they are just chickens and pottery dogs!"

Zhao Zheng sat on the throne, turning his mind and mobilizing shadow warriors.

This is the disadvantage of magicians in this world!

Without sufficient preparation and spells that can restrain black gas creatures, they are just weak mortals.

Zhao Zheng remained calm as he watched the extraordinary people die one by one.

Any extraordinary person who was not under his command was an enemy, regardless of country or race.

However, these people were still useful and could not be wiped out.

The battlefield was already under Zhao Zheng's control. Following Zhao Zheng's rhythm, the Shadow Corps only selected powerful extraordinary people to chase and kill, and did not slaughter weak apprentices.

On the contrary, even when facing the attack of ghosts who did not distinguish between friend and foe, the shadow warriors would help them block fatal damage.

"It's terrible, there are such terrifying black creatures in this world!" A wizard was pale.

"Are we going to die here today?" The breath of death was already blowing in his face.

"Yang Lan, if you kill us, aren't you afraid that the yin and yang will lose balance?" There was also a wizard who hoped to put pressure on him.

"Charge, you can't stop!" A great wizard roared, his voice was hoarse, and the magic power in his body was less than half.

"It's time." Zhao Zheng's heart moved, and the sky that was originally covered by dark clouds slowly broke through a beam of sunlight, and he flew up.

He chanted an obscure spell, and the dust in his hand emitted endless white light.

As the light shone, the shadow army on the entire battlefield turned into green smoke and dissipated on the spot.

Endless ghosts were also swept into the divine domain by his gentle wave of his sleeves.

The old Taoist incarnation of Zhao Zheng fell from the sky and blocked the people of the Supernatural Association.

"Sorry! I'm late!"

The supernaturals present heard the words, and their eyes lit up, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw.

The face of the old wizard Yang Lan suddenly turned pale as paper.

Zhao Zheng only made a slight move, and he turned the disadvantage on the battlefield into a winning advantage in an instant.

Hundreds of eyes full of gratitude, hope, respect, excitement, and joy shot towards Zhao Zheng.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhao Zheng smiled faintly, fully displaying the demeanor and bearing of a senior master.