From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

Zhao Zheng's eyes were a little solemn, and he sighed in his heart. After all, he was not the real Holy Lord. Facing these cheap brothers and sisters, he simply couldn't tell lies like the Holy Lord with his eyes open.

His actions just now must have aroused the suspicion of some demon monarchs, but under the condition of regaining their freedom, they still did not choose to expose him.

"Demon Lord!"

As beings of the same level, Zhao Zheng is well aware of their power.

Although these demons have been imprisoned in hell for a long time and their wisdom has declined to a certain extent, the cunning and cunning in their hearts will not diminish with time.

Don't look at them. In the original work, each of them performed relatively crotch-stretching, but they were easily sealed by the old things in the antique shop.

But this is also because they have been away from this world for too long. It only takes a little time and with their abilities, there will definitely be a way to solve the curse on them.

Once freedom is completely restored, no one can do anything to them except Zhengqi who cheats again and gives birth to a new savior.

Moreover, each of the eight demon monarchs can easily destroy the entire earth.

Zhao Zheng took a sip of Yanmai wine and summoned Daolong.

"Daolong, how is your spell research going?"

Daolon looked a little serious. He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, put it on the table, and said: "Your Majesty, it is easier to turn it into a stone sculpture!"

"But it's very difficult to extract the original demonic energy from the Demon Lord!"

Zhao Zheng nodded slightly. Demonic energy is power. Unless the demon monarch takes the initiative to split it and extract it, no one can extract it from them.

He smiled with understanding and asked, "Are you sure you can turn them all into stone sculptures?"

Daolong hesitated a little, remained silent for a few seconds and said: "The probability of success is relatively high, but it cannot be 100%!"

"That is to say, it is very likely to fail!" Scarlet flashed in Zhao Zheng's eyes.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Zheng waved his hand, indicating that he should retire on his own. Looking at Daolong's leaving figure, he hesitated.

Now that he has a lot of control over the balance of yin and yang, he still has to guard against whether he will lose control further after releasing the demon monarch from hell.

After all, every demon monarch represents a powerful share of black energy. Every time a demon monarch is released, it is a test of the balance of yin and yang.

"I have no choice!"

The demon monarch must be released. Only in this way can he regain his authority and become a demigod.

otherwise! He is afraid of hands and feet, and will one day be replaced by others. What is the difference between this and the Mantab tribe he slaughtered before.

Staying in a corner without thinking about progress will eventually lead to destruction from despair.

"It's time to stretch your arms and legs!" Zhao Zheng drank the Yanmai wine in one gulp, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Wa Long's number.

Daxia, the far west.

Walong took several of his men to an ancient temple.

"Hey! Boss, it's a bit spooky here. Why do you come here?" Ah Fen rubbed his face with his hands and asked with some complaint.

Lasu stared, gasped, and said blankly: "I miss the cookie so much!"

"That's enough!" Valon scolded these incompetent men with a gloomy face. To be honest, he didn't want to come here either.

But the conditions offered by the Holy Lord were very generous, and it was worth him to make the trip himself, even if the journey was very difficult.

He looked at the murals on the surrounding walls and felt a little bored. The bloody and cruel pictures vividly showed the period ruled by demons in ancient times.

"The legendary story of eight immortal gods defeating eight demon kings!"

"It's such an old story. No one wants to believe it even if it's a story among us!"

Walon stood in front of the mural, with a flash of disdain in his heart. With such a deceptive trick, it is no wonder that the temple has lost its incense.

"Panku treasure box!" Zhou shouted excitedly and pointed forward.

"Where is it?" Wa Long's face showed joy, and he quickly looked in the direction Zhou pointed at.

A blue treasure box with yellow edges stood quietly on a stone platform.

"Very good!" Valon glanced around and casually ordered: "Lasu, go get it!"

"Yes, boss!" Lasu rolled up his sleeves and strode forward without hesitation.

The journey was calm and there was no sudden incident. Lasu took down the treasure box without any danger.

"We can go back and do business!" Ah Fen said a little proudly.

Wallon frowned, a little incredible, this time it went so well!

Before he could finish his thoughts, a figure suddenly appeared next to him, and then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his whole body was thrown several meters away.

"Jackie Chan!"

"Catch him quickly, don't let him escape!"

Wa Long struggled to push away Lasu who was lying on top of him, and got up from the ground in a daze.

"Damn it! Why did he appear here!"

Watching Zhou and Ah Fen being easily kicked away by Jackie Chan, Wa Long was extremely angry.

"It looks like I'm going to teach you a lesson myself!"

After saying that, he dodged and rushed forward, but in the next second he was kicked back by Jackie Chan at extremely fast speed.

"Sorry! Sorry! It must have hurt me from being kicked!" Jackie Chan said apologetically, holding the Panku treasure box in both hands.

"I accept your gifts, bye!"

Jackie Chan drove a motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and then disappeared from the spot, leaving only a cloud of smoke.

"Oh! What a pity, it seems that we have not completed the mission of the Holy Lord."

Afen looked at the angry Walon, spread his hands helplessly, turned around and helped Zhou next to him up.

"I think we should still have a chance!" Lasu looked at the pillar next to him and secretly winked at Walon.

Walon instantly understood, and came to the pillar while complaining and sighing, and quickly pulled a little girl from behind the pillar next to him.

"Hello!" Xiaoyu looked at the Black Hand Gang members around him who were staring at her, and felt a little bitter in her heart.

Uncle Long! Uncle Long! How come you are so fast this time?

I haven't had time to get on the car yet!

Walon said with a smile: "It seems that your uncle Long has abandoned you!"

"But Uncle Walon will not hurt you. You should know Jackie Chan's electric..."

Before he finished speaking, the roar of the motorcycle sounded again, and a beautiful drift made Walon quickly dodge.

When he came to his senses, Jackie Chan had already left here again with Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu sat on the back of the motorcycle and even made a face at Walon!