Xuanmen's little milk bag is the strongest worker in the underworld

Chapter 528 I am desperate for this world

Yun Qi's big eyes flickered, looking at Qin Luo.

Understand everything in an instant.

The Heavenly Demon was once eliminated, but now only the demonic breath remains, like a seed.

And seeds need to be parasitic, and the best hosts are people who are born with incomplete souls.

When Qin Luo was reincarnated, he lacked a soul, and his body was the Great Emperor Dongyue. If he could be turned into a parasite of the Heavenly Demon, he would be able to possess the power of the Great Dongyue and the Heavenly Demon at the same time.

Yun Qi suddenly put her hands behind her back and said with a smile, "Brother, we will fight side by side tonight, you must trust Xiao Qi."

Qin Luo still doesn't understand the twists and turns, he is just an ordinary human teenager after all, but he believes what Yun Qi says, so he nodded heavily at Yun Qi: "Okay!"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, a group of dark clouds flew over behind him, noisy and distorted, like swarms of locusts crossing the border.

When Qin Luo turned his head, the dark cloud dispersed and made a sharp cry, like a flock of birds. In the hazy sky, the moonlight leaked down and shone on those strange birds.

So everyone saw that those were not simple strange birds, but ghost cars. They had ten necks and nine heads.

The nine necks of the ghost car stretched out in different directions, making their bodies fly like exploded dandelions, with blood dripping from each head.

Hu Ju's face changed drastically, "Ghost cars can suck people's soul energy, they must collect the soul energy to revive the demon."

The faces of his subordinates are pale, so many ghost cars, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, even if all the people in the 49 rounds are killed, it will take a lot of time, and during this time, the ghost cars can absorb a lot Soul energy, causing massacres.

In this way, not only were there many casualties, but also the secrets of the 49th inning could not be kept.At that time, people will panic, the world will be overturned, it can be said that the sun and the moon will change the sky, and no one can guarantee the final outcome.

The predecessor of Bureau 49 was the Department of Exorcism, and this kind of situation did not happen in ancient times. The melee between gods and demons eventually led to the outbreak of war among the world, which lasted for decades.

"Us, what shall we do now?"

Regardless of success or failure, there will be a heavy price to pay. The most terrifying thing is that the war cannot be prevented from happening.

"What else can we do? Notify all departments, fight the battle with all our strength, and try our best to protect civilians."

As soon as Hu Ju finished speaking, he saw a faint golden light emitting from Yun Qi's body.

She spread her hand, and a sky cage appeared in the palm of her hand, emitting golden light, and the flying stars were spinning wildly in the sky cage, like some kind of weird astrology.

"Little Qi, what are you doing?"

Yun Qi blinked slyly, "God please! Since the other party can turn back time and catch us by surprise, then we can also fight back."

In an instant, a large piece of pale golden mist was released from the flying star counting chips, which scattered in all directions like an illusion, and butterflies flew out of the pale golden mist, and the golden butterflies flapped their wings and flew up and down.

The tense fighting atmosphere disintegrated in an instant, and everyone looked up dumbfounded, as if immersed in a dream.

And at the end of the mist, an old man appeared unexpectedly, with white hair and a childlike face, holding a dust whisk and smiling.

"Meet you again, kid." The old man said.

Hu Ju and the others were all frightened, looking up and down at the old man in the distance.

"He he he is..."

Yun Qi smiled, the red mole on her forehead was very clear, making her as cute as a snow-white porcelain doll.

"That's right, Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, he is the real Nanhua of our Taoist sect."

"He is best at creating dreams, in which time flows backwards, true and false."

Zhuang Zhou smiled lightly, noncommittal to Yun Qi's words.

Instead, he stretched out his hand, and the sky cage in Yun Qi's palm flew into his palm, the sky cage spread apart, and the chips rose into the sky like stars, releasing infinite power.

A swipe.

Everything on the long street disappeared, only the quiet moon above and the dim lights on both sides remained.

In an instant, Yun Qi, Yun Qiuce, Jiaolong and the others returned to the room. The table was covered with melon peels and shells. The room was lit with a warm lamp. The orange light warmed people's hearts, making it quiet and serene.

The tablet is playing the live broadcast, and the anchor is still chattering.

"Ah, why am I back?" Yun Qiuce looked around blankly.

Behind him, Jiaolong and Peacock were glaring at each other, obviously the time had returned to the point where they were bickering.

Hu Ju also returned to his brightly lit office, and touched the desk blankly, feeling real.

His subordinates were also standing in front of him to report on their work.

"Boss, I can't figure it out..."

Before they finished speaking, they were back on the long street in the next second, with ghost cars like dark clouds hovering above their heads, and surrounded by demons from hell in all directions.The war is imminent.

"Back again?" Hu Ju said.

The next second, the scene changed, and he was sitting at the desk again.

And Yun Qiuce and Yun Qi sat in front of the coffee table piled with melon skins and shells.

Hu Ju covered his head in frustration, "What the hell..."

In the next second, he was back on the long street.

After several times in succession, the scene continued to jump, as if two people were fiddled with the time valve in a vindictive manner, on the long street for a while, and in the room for a while.

Both the enemy and the enemy were obviously very confused. From the initial glaring and murderous look, they turned into squatting on the ground, dejected.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, Hu Ju finally took Yun Qi's hand and asked: "How long will this situation last, we will always be like this..."

Before finishing the question, the scene changed, and he returned to the office, still holding onto Yun Qi's little hand, which was of course empty.

"I'm desperate for this world." Hu Ju rubbed his face.

"Boss, if we continue like this, if the enemy is not crazy, we will go crazy first." As soon as the subordinates finished speaking, they returned to the long street.

Hu Ju still kept his sitting posture, so he fell to the ground with his buttocks.

The subordinates are also very broken. They are all elites, not the elites defined by humans, but the elites of the monster race and the beast race. Together, they have great power.

But now it seems like being played by someone, jumping back and forth in different scenes, and can't even finish a sentence.

Finally, just when everyone, including those hell ghosts and ghost cars that are constantly shuttling, is about to collapse.

A huge shadow appeared behind Qin Luo, roaring: "Enough."

At the end of the fog, Nanhua Daoist appeared again, maintaining a standard meditation posture, suspended in mid-air, and laughed:
"Finally, you have shown up."

Everyone looked up at the huge shadow. At first it was just a cloud of gray mist, and it slowly transformed into a huge face, quietly flattened in the midair and looking down on everyone.

(End of this chapter)