From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

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Ximu randomly found a position and flew through the air at high speed.

Zhao Zheng, on the other hand, followed behind and did not try to follow him.

Although he is in a state of invisibility, the sky is Ximu's home field after all. If he follows too close, there is a certain chance that he will be discovered.

After flying for about half an hour, Ximu came to a canyon filled with thick clouds and mist.

Zhao Zheng still has some impressions of this place. This is where Ximu's former palace was.

Ximu circled in the sky and quickly got in. Zhao Zheng saw this without any hesitation, and followed closely behind, entering the clouds and mist.

After a while, Ximu used magic to connect to hell, and the picture appeared again.

The other six demons gathered on the opposite side of the mirror, squatting or standing, looking at Ximu with burning eyes.

The first door to hell!

It's open!

When Ximu escaped from hell, the other six demon monarchs sensed it and unanimously went to Ximu's hell gate, and watched helplessly as Ximu left and returned to the earthly world!

The feeling of envy instantly filled the hearts of all the demon monarchs.

As the big brother, Curse Lan swallowed his snake head like a snake letter and said in a low voice: "Ximu, the Holy Lord didn't do anything to you, right?"

Basha snorted softly and moved closer to the smoke: "Where is that damn guy from the Holy Lord? Aren't you with him?"

After Ximu thought hard for a moment, he said: "The Holy Lord didn't say anything, but directly let me regain my strength and wisdom!"

"He didn't do anything to me!"

Naturally, he wouldn't say that he was taught a lesson by the Holy Lord. Although he was the weakest, he still wanted to save face, so he didn't mention it at all.

Curse Lan raised his eyebrows slightly, his face a little solemn, but he stopped talking.

The free ones are the most expensive. Although he yearns for freedom, he doesn't feel at ease at this time.

The Holy Lord would not be so kind as to let them all out.

Dikui, who had been silent for a long time, glanced at Basha, and then said calmly: "No more gossip, since the Holy Lord has not betrayed us, then we don't need to be so guarded against him! Let's get ready for freedom! "

"Ximu." Sao Feng said with a smile: "You should take a good rest now. After all, you are the first one among us to be released. If the Holy Lord is unreliable, you will be needed to rescue us!"

Except for Bo Gang, who was a little confused, the other demons understood the underlying meaning of Sao Feng's words.

Curse Lan frowned even more, and said with some disdain: "The Holy Lord controls a group of humans to help him, and only he can release us easily. It's Ximu. Who among you is willing to wait for more than a hundred years to see us again?" go out?

The demons present were speechless for a moment, thinking about this in their hearts!

Needless to say, Zhongsu and Basha must be the last. After all, they usually scold the Holy Lord the most and have a very bad relationship with him.

After the Holy Lord mastered the order in which he could decide which demons to release at will, no one was willing to openly offend the Holy Lord.

"Ximu, you'd better not take any action for the time being. At least wait until we go out for one or two times before we can discuss it further!" Curse Lan said.

Ximu nodded, exchanged a few words with the demons, and then hung up the connection with hell.

"What should I do?"

Ximu rubbed his hands, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment, but soon he came up with an idea, which was to take a hot bath.

He hasn't had a good bath for thousands of years. The environment in hell is really too bad. In addition, Bazaar, the water demon, cannot be his shower, making it even more impossible to take a bath!

Just when he was about to find a small river to clean himself, he inadvertently looked up and saw a red barrier appearing around him.

"My good brother, what are you going to do?"

The sudden sound made Ximu wake up instantly. He looked back and saw that it was Zhao Zheng who had returned to his original form and was looking at him with a smile on his face.

"You...what do you want to do?" Ximu stuttered.

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows and said with some contempt: "Of course it is your authority!"

"After all, you have kept my authority for so long, and now I need to get some interest back!"

"You...can't..."

Before Ximu could finish speaking, a strong drum sound came, mixed with some flute sounds.

"Pick it up and blow it off!"

A series of unspeakable curses kept sounding, Ximu's eyes were blurred and he was trembling.

"No! Sixth brother, you can't do this to me!" Ximu made a sharp and harsh begging sound from his mouth.

A burst of green and bluish light hit him fiercely, causing his whole body to twist and turn, and finally turned into a round stone sculpture and fell to the ground.

Zhao Zheng nodded with satisfaction and calmly picked up the scattered charms on the ground with his telekinesis.

Like the twelve talismans of the Holy Lord, Ximu also separated twelve!

Among them, the six talismans of rat, tiger, dog, rabbit, horse and sheep have the same effect.

The other five charms are a little different.

For example, in the Chicken Talisman, the Holy Lord here represents the power of telepathy, while Ximu's represents shock waves.

It can control mental power to shoot various shock waves at will, which is very powerful.

The other few pieces were similar. Zhao Zheng just got familiar with them a little bit and swallowed them all into his body.

Feeling the magic power doubled, Zhao Zheng looked a little happy.

"Next is your authority! Good brother, I think our brotherly relationship should be over!"

The face of Ximu stone sculpture was full of despair, and he kept begging for mercy: "No, without authority, I will completely disappear from this world, please brother, don't!"

Zhao Zheng did not speak, but gently placed his hand on the stone sculpture transformed by Ximu, absorbing the authority of Ximu.

The endless authority was slowly plundered by Zhao Zheng, and Ximu's begging for mercy became more and more low.

Gradually, cracks appeared on the stone sculpture, getting bigger and bigger.

As the last bit of Ximu's authority was ruthlessly plundered by Zhao Zheng, Ximu's stone sculpture body also turned into dust, and disappeared with a gust of wind.

Zhao Zheng slightly loosened the dragon claws, and a weak Ximu soul was struggling constantly.

"If you move again, I will make you completely extinct!"

Hearing this, Ximu's soul huddled together, his eyes blank. He looked weak, pitiful and helpless, which made Zhao Zheng want to laugh.

The sky demon who lost his power no longer had the immortality of his soul!

He was so weak now that even a breeze could blow him away and make him disappear completely in this world.

Zhao Zheng thought to himself that Ximu was one of the pioneers of the black magician after all, so he was still useful.

It was a pity to let him disappear like this.