Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 195 The King of the Dead

The green portal slowly closed.

Chen Long, Tru, and Xiaoyu were a little dazed. This time, the father left too fast, and he didn't even leave any explanations. They were still not used to it.

Luo Qing looked towards the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun slowly dissipated at this moment.

The round moon did not know when it climbed to the sky, shedding bright moonlight, which brought a sense of healing to the broken city.

"Blood" Luo Qing intends to call for Xueyi to go with him. After all, Xueyi is very strong, even if he is weak, it can help him.

"I'm going too!" Xiaoyu looked at Luo Qing and said expectantly.

Dad, she doesn't dare to make demands, Luo Qing is different, after all, she is the same age.

"No, it's too dangerous, Xiaoyu, you have to go back to the hotel with me, these things should be handled by powerful people."

Chen Long grabbed Xiaoyu's sweater by the hood and seriously rejected her proposal.

Although he didn't go to the capital with him, he already felt the danger of those evil gods even after the appearance of the Mirror God.

If it wasn't for the father to speak, he would even stop Luo Qing, after all, he is also a child.

"But Uncle Long, I can also use magic." Xiaoyu stretched out her hand as she said, and the peach blossom mark instantly turned into a staff: "I also caught more than 20 magicians in front of me, and sent them to prison."

Chen Long paused, but still did not compromise: "If you can't do it, you can't do it."

Xiaoyu struggled slightly, and after realizing that she would be lifted up at any time, she lowered her head dejectedly, looking disappointed.

Luo Qing thought for a while, but did not refute Chen Long. He motioned to the group of bound people not far away, smiled and said: "Xiaoyu, you and Uncle Long should send the second batch of magicians you caught into the prison now." Prison, Bloody Clothes, come with me."

A streak of blood flashed directly from Xiaoyu's body back to Luo Qing's back, staying with more than 40 ghost tattoos that returned to their original positions after Daolong's arrival.

"Ah~ what's the matter?"

Xiaoyu complained in a low voice, and at the same time complained in her heart to Chen Long, who obviously never grabbed a hat before
Luo Qing didn't say much, turned around, and the Rabbit Charm erupted, disappeared in place in an instant, and went straight to the west.

Huaguo is huge, no matter what kind of meaning it is.

Obviously, a city with a million people fell into the despair brought by God, but the other cities on the road were still in a peaceful scene and were not affected at all.

The bloody coat appeared behind Luo Qing, hugged his neck tightly, and the bloody hair was blown into disorder by the wind under the rapid advance of the rabbit charm.

"Luo Qing, help me find the Mayan Sun Wheel."

Xue Yi's voice was muffled, it seemed to be low, or it seemed to be something else.

Luo Qing paused, and his speed slowed down a little. Feeling the revived dark breath in the western desert, he asked with some doubts, "Maya sun wheel? What is that?"

He recalled his memory, and it seemed that this term did not appear, but he felt very familiar and weird, and he always felt that he had heard it somewhere before.

"The Mayan sun wheel is on the altar where the sun god's crown descends. It is a thing that records the viewing time, but it has withstood the power of the sun god's crown descending, and has established a deep connection with the sun. It is a sacred object of the Mayan civilization. It, the princess can awaken the power of the past."

Bloody's tone was a little hopeful, and the hands holding Luo Qing's neck were tightly tightened, as if she had seen the Goddess of Earth that she had never seen in the legend.

Luo Qing was taken aback, it was Xiaoyu's equipment again, the spell book represented the shadow, the mahogany wand represented the saint, and the god of the roulette, this is super god.

"I see, I'll let the black hands look for it." Luo Qing nodded and said, since he felt familiar but hadn't heard of it, it's likely that it's those fragments that are vague in the memory of the traverser, and if that's the case, it won't be difficult to find.

"Thank you, I can feel the princess's dependence on the shadow. Now the world is recovering faster and faster. Even with the magic talent of the princess, it can't quickly reach the power that matches the world. If you only use the shadow There will definitely be problems."

Xue Yi said very sincerely, with sincere gratitude in her tone, hatred made her an evil spirit, but it didn't mean that she just wanted to fall into hatred, now the princess is everything to her, the only one in her life Light.

"It should." Luo Qing responded softly, but his speed slowed down abruptly, and he murmured solemnly: "Did you feel it?"

The gratitude on Xue Yi's face also quickly disappeared, and was replaced by a dignified expression like Luo Qing's. She flew to Luo Qing's side, looked at the black clouds above the desert in front of her: "What is this? Good... a special breath. "

Ahead, outside the ancient city named Gar, there was a piece of yellow sand, and the endless desert was shrouded in darkness, which gave the two people even more oppressive feeling than the mirror god.

"Corrupt, dead, powerful." Xueyi analyzed the feeling the breath gave her, with some hesitation on his face.

Some people in the city below have already noticed something unusual. Many passers-by who were leisurely or in a hurry raised their heads and looked at the black cloud on the east side of the city with serious expressions on their faces.

Then their footsteps became more hurried, which made the peaceful city more anxious. People who live by the desert know that this kind of weather is usually the precursor of the sandstorm. They need to go home and close the doors and windows to escape. This natural disaster.

Luo Qing's face was full of dignity, and he stopped directly on the tallest building in the city. Looking at the natural disaster in the distance, he solemnly spit out four words: "Necromancer!"

The bloody clothes trembled, and unnaturalness appeared in his eyes. As a member of the undead creatures, if we say that the profession that restrains them the most, it has never been a god or an angel, but a mage who is born with a full affinity for the dead, that is, he has already broken Inherited Necromancer!
This profession is very strange, it has never been something born in the Necromancer World itself.

All necromancers belong to groups outside the world of necromancers. They seem to be naturally chosen by the necromancers. Although they are living beings, they are favored and favored by the dead.

Even irrational evil spirits would never harm such people, but would instinctively help them when they were in danger.

It's like... a born leader.

They were born to bring misfortune to their families. All necromancers in this world are either orphans or stillborn.

Because in ancient times, people born with undead species or any race would burn that child to death as long as they had the ability.

This is also the reason why necromancers are rare and powerful, and the lich transformed by a powerful mage is actually a low-profile version of necromancers, so real necromancers can also use liches as summons.

"After the necromancer world was shattered, there shouldn't be necromancers in this world, why?" Xue Yi couldn't help asking.

But seeing the thicker and thicker dark clouds in front of her eyes, and the more and more weird aura, she was still a little speechless.

After all, the aura that wants her to be close is not fake, this is not comparable to that fake necromancer.

Those necromancers who rely on acquired practice are just a type of mage, and they can't even learn the signature undead ultimate move [Undead Scourge].

The [Death Sky] developed by later generations is just a low-profile version of the undead natural disaster.

This profession only depends on fate!
"A secret realm is opening. This necromancer may have been necromantic, and it may have existed in the time of the Holy Lord. Fortunately, the necromancer world no longer exists." Luo Qing thought of Nora, the succubus queen, Another remnant of the age of gods and demons has been opened.
The recovery of the world is steadily improving, and more and more ancient existences are bound to recover, and what he has to do is to control these recovery, so that the rate of improvement of the world can be kept in a controllable state.

As for the task on the side of order, he actually didn't care that much. Everything must be controlled.

Xue Yi thought of something and heaved a sigh of relief: "Yeah, fortunately the Necromancer World no longer exists."

A natural necromancer is very easy to call the world of the dead, and all the dead without wisdom in the world of the dead will come to guard without hesitation under the call of this natural king.

The call of the necromancer is even more effective than the words of some necromancers.

Luo Qing stopped talking, and looked at the scene in front of him, a little silent.

The wind blew up the yellow sand, and the yellow sand rolled up the black mist, which enveloped the world, and the city under his feet had lost all vitality, and every household closed their doors and windows, giving enough of the Necromancer's card.

hum~
A trembling feeling struck, and the sense of dilapidation in the desert became more and more obvious. In the interlayer of countless spaces, a secret realm slowly opened its mysterious veil, and the spirit of the dead was like ink in water. Smudged, gradually rendering the entire desert.

This may be the reason why this area has become a desert. In such a thick necrotic atmosphere, no plant can survive. Even the regular cacti in the desert are all dried up under the black mist.

Undead, corresponding to all living beings.

Luo Qing's eyes became more and more silent. He reached out and grabbed the slightly trembling arm of Xueyi, pressed her on the shoulder and turned her into a tattoo, and then walked from the highest point of the city.

The energy of the evil spirit flickered, and he stepped into the void with this step, and he actually advanced a thousand meters, just like the legendary fairy magic shrinks the ground into inches, which makes people feel surprised.

step~
The second step fell, and a huge darkness gradually appeared behind Luo Qing. This was what appeared after Luo Qing broke through to the Great Evil Spirit, and it was a field that belonged exclusively to him.

Things like Quinn's rain curtain, Holy Lord's burning cloud, and the necromancer's black mist in front of him.

The emergence of this kind of field makes it easier for its owner to take advantage of the home field, and it can also be regarded as a status symbol and unique.

Even if it is two domains with exactly the same appearance, you can still feel the difference from them, just like the necromancer in front and the lich who was first recovered, although they are both black clouds, they feel different.

In Luo Qing's domain, pairs of eyes were looming, as if countless evil spirits were peeping at the outside world, but instead of giving people a sense of trembling, there was a sense of majesty and indifference.

Like the underworld in the legend, although evil spirits are rampant, they are in order, fearful but not afraid.

Ahead, black mist gradually poured into the city. The corrupt and dead breath corroded some green plants outside the city, causing their vitality to drain rapidly. Wherever the black mist went, not a single blade of grass grew.

In the sky above Luoqing, the black cloud is getting bigger and bigger. Although a lot of evil spirit power was used to fight the mirror god, the current domain still faintly forms a confrontation with the black mist.

No matter what era the Great Evil Spirit is in, it cannot be called a weak person. It is a realm above the Archmage, and it has completely broken away from the lower level. It can be called the Great Lord in the Necromancer World, ruling over the undead.

hum~
The tremors in the space became more and more violent, and the black mist in front of him became thicker, and the strong corruption and dead silence made people feel suffocated.

step~
After another sound of footsteps stepping on the void sounded, Luo Qing had no choice but to stop, but he also blocked the deadly black mist outside the city.

Although he wasn't a good person, he didn't want to see the human race suffer. After all, no matter what, he was human, and selfish people were also human.

Of course, if there is a large area of ​​death, then the necromancer will make the enemy feel what it means to be an enemy of the world.

The Scourge of the Undead is not just a powerful move, it is also the awe that the world has for the profession of the Necromancer.

Any necromancer who grows up is a walking natural disaster.

That's why when Luo Qing's physique was awakened, Daolong was so excited when he said Necromancer. This is really a top-level profession, a top-level profession that can be met but not sought after.

Boom~
After a buzzing sound, in the center of the black mist ahead, an ancient and desolate door slowly opened a gap, wisps of purple light surged inside, and the thick black mist almost buried the restless yellow sand. It's hard to imagine that there is still a desert in front of us.

Strong palpitations and closeness intertwined, Luo Qing's eyes gradually changed from indifferent to complicated, this level of closeness and power.

I can only say that three are okay.

Fortunately, the world of necromancers is gone, fortunately, this necromancer has become undead, and fortunately, it is only a legendary necromancer.

This dharma-ending era cannot bear the appearance of a real necromancer.

The black energy between heaven and earth became active, even more exaggerated than when the mirror god came out. The black energy slowly overwhelmed the righteous energy and rose to a higher balance.

squeak~
The sound of the door opening sounded, and in the portal of the dark center, the purple light reflected a not-so-tall figure in a black robe.

It holds a staff that is almost as tall as it, and wears a tattered black robe. From a distance, it looks very much like the legendary god of death who harvests life.

It just stood there, completely unable to see the facial expression, it brought an infinite sense of oppression, and the endless black mist started to move forward again, constantly squeezing Luo Qing's domain.

Luo Qing's eyes became more and more complicated, the most special existence in the Necromancer world, a kind of natural king from the outside world. Officially revived!

Luo Qing didn't flinch, and took a step forward in a very ordinary way. The powerful domain forcibly blocked the progress of the black mist, stopping it outside the city.

Behind him is the lights of Wanjia, which is also the easiest way to strengthen the necromancer, and he can't get out of it.

Although this step was stepping on the void, it seemed to have attracted the attention of the necromancer.

squeak~
Behind it, it seemed that the gate to the abyss was slowly closing, and the gaze hidden under the hood slowly looked towards this side.

A powerful feeling of palpitation struck instantly, making Luo Qing feel extremely oppressed, as if facing a natural enemy.

"Evil spirit?"

A hoarse, dry voice, as if it hadn't been spoken for tens of thousands of years, penetrated the field and rang directly in Luo Qing's mind. The horse amulet on his chest suddenly burst into light, as if to resist something very bad .

Luo Qing's eyes became more and more calm. Looking at the undead mage, he said lightly: "I think we should talk."

As soon as the voice fell, there was the sound of iron chains behind him, and the huge chain of order began to coil, as if in a demonstration, and almost instantly enveloped the city behind him, exuding the unique coercion of order.

"order."

This time, the voice did not make the horse charm burst out with divine power, it still calmed down in the same ugly and hoarse voice, it seemed that only the current Luo Qing could make it interesting to talk.

clack clack.
The voice of the Divine Chain of Order resounded through the desert unabashedly, and the strong breath of order began to invade the domain of the undead without giving any face.

A monocle appeared in Luo Qing's left eye, and he walked in the void expressionlessly, walking forward step by step. He was looking down at the necromancer, as a necromancer!
The necromancer paused. Under the endless black mist, it was obviously the height of a normal adult, but it did not look thin at all. Instead, it was full of oppression. He slightly raised his head and looked at Luo Qing who was slowly approaching. His hoarse voice was Say the next two words: ".Saints!"

The order between heaven and earth converged at this moment, and under the cover of the moon magic glasses, the basic information of the necromancer was unsurprisingly obtained.

[Name: Al.

Race: Undead.

Strength: legendary.

Order: Generally, neither obeying the order nor violating the order, the credibility cannot be judged.

Evaluation: The lucky one chosen by the Necromancer World has the responsibility to expand the Necromancer World, has the power to mobilize the legendary Necromancer, and can conclude an equal contract with the Legendary Necromancer. Before it becomes undead, no legendary Necromancer will reject it.

It was revived in the late period of the end of the Dharma, and has the world's top strength. Saints under the king should stay away when they encounter it.

King of the dead, a born leader, you don't want to know the consequences of messing with him.

Under the natural disaster of the undead, maybe the king should also temporarily avoid the edge? 】

Looking at the profile of Necromancer Orr, Luo Qing's pupils shrank slightly, but his eyes became more and more calm. This Necromancer seemed a little too powerful.

But this is not the reason for him to escape, let the undead natural disasters rage, and now the blue star will collapse directly, and no one can escape unless they go to the depths of the universe.

Luo Qing approached step by step and gradually walked into the darkness. The current city is only protected by those not-so-strong Order God Chains.

It was a chain summoned by his order level, as long as the necromancer wanted to, it would be broken with a single charge.

The necromancer didn't know what to think, just watched Luo Qing approaching step by step, except for the black mist that was surging faster and faster, he didn't get angry.

Luo Qing still approached slowly. When he was less than a kilometer away from the necromancer, he stopped, looked down at it calmly, and repeated indifferently: "I think we should talk."

The necromancer raised his head and looked at Luo Qing quietly, his face could not be seen clearly under the hood, but he could feel his emotions strangely, calm and depressing.

It didn't speak for a long time, but the depression gradually became irritable, and it seemed to be dissatisfied with the weird evil spirit looking down from above.

As the order introduced, how can a natural leader be willing to be subordinate to others?

You must know that the necromancers born in the late period of the gods and demons, there is a high probability that they were sealed after the gods and demons disappeared.

That also means that there are no eight demons and eight undead gods to overwhelm it. This kind of existence is often more arrogant than the root of the age of gods and demons.

Even if it is the legendary order, it doesn't think much of it.

There was no slight change in Luo Qing's indifferent eyes, still looking down at it indifferently and solemnly, quietly waiting for its answer.

The necromancer's calmness was being wiped out, two scarlet soul fires seemed to be ignited under its completely black hood, staring closely at Luo Qing.

In the sky, the black clouds belonging to Luo Qing were being engulfed by the black mist, and the Divine Chain of Order outside the city was also creaking and overwhelmed.

Luo Qing glanced back, then turned his head calmly, his tone was still calm, but there was some elegance like a plague doctor in it: "Mr. Auer, you seem to be fighting against order, this is not a good choice."

Beside him, a golden ball emerged from nothingness, staring at the powerful Necromancer below.

In just an instant, the undead mage's rage to destroy everything was stopped, and the chain of order outside the city that seemed to be broken was suddenly strengthened, firmly blocking the black mist outside.

The necromancer seems to have never seen an existence with a stronger sense of death than it. If its death is only aimed at living creatures, then the golden ball above is aimed at everything, even including the world and order.

hum~
The Destroyer seemed to feel that he was being provoked, and also seemed to feel the delicacy of the guy in front of him, and the scarlet lines on his body lit up.

Every time a red line lights up, the dead silence around the Destroyer becomes stronger, and the silence that seems to swallow the world also becomes stronger. The only thing that has not changed is the blue but indifferent eyes.

When the fifth red streak spread all over the Destroyer, the necromancer couldn't help turning his eyes away, even the two scarlet flames under the black hood were slowly extinguished, and the whole undead looked much more stable .

When the seventh red stripe on the Destroyer's body lit up, Luo Qing could clearly see that the necromancer looked at him again, and his tone became solemn: "Saints, you can talk."

Luo Qing's expression remained unchanged, and the Destroyer beside him slowly changed its appearance, and flew into his hands.

Now that Luo Qing has broken through to the Great Evil Spirit, maybe he can try the effect of the seven-layer seal.

When Barrett appeared and pointed his indifferent eyes and gun at the necromancer, the air in the whole world suddenly became quiet.

The body of the necromancer suddenly became illusory at this moment, the desert shrouded in black mist suddenly burst, and a palpitation of power in the sky spread instantly.

The yellow sand submerged in the black mist kept churning, and the densely packed skeletons, like soldiers of the king, spread all over the desert in an instant.

This is the core talent of the Necromancer [Undead Scourge]!
Not finished yet.

There was a burst of black air between heaven and earth, followed by cheers, and another powerful will was slowly recovering when the necromancer rekindled the scarlet soul flame.

Bloodthirsty, the ancient breath is looming in the desert, and it seems that the second legend is also recovering.

Luo Qing and the necromancer in the illusory state looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly put away the weapon of destruction, the expression on his face gradually changed from indifference to gentleness.

He slowly lowered his flying height, the black mist and endless skeletons under his feet kept retreating because of his descent, leaving an area enough for him to stand.

Luo Qing raised his hand, another breath of order loomed, and a gentle voice rang out in this desert full of death but exceptional silence.

"Mr. Saint, do you need help?"

The night doctor's words always seem to be reassuring, Luo Qing smiled gently: "I don't need Mr. Epidemic Doctor for now, I think this strong man who is about to touch the balance in front of me is qualified to sit down and talk with the saints."

The night doctor paused, and after the gentle voice fell, he stopped talking: "Mr. Saint just decides, and the doctor will always be of one mind."

Luo Qing turned her head with a smile, looked straight at the powerful necromancer in front of her, completely lost that lofty indifference, and asked with some elegance: "What do you think, Mr. Orr?"

Orr nodded, and it slowly sat down. The countless skeletons and endless black mist around it were disappearing, and the revived bloodthirsty legend also disappeared at this moment.

When it sat on the throne made of white bones, the black mist in the sky and the black mist covering the earth disappeared, and at the same time, the hostility from above disappeared.

Luo Qing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his state was completely relieved. He took two steps forward and stopped a hundred meters away from Auer.

He sat back, and suddenly the orderly black and white chains were entwined into a black and white Iron Throne, allowing him to sit on an equal footing with it.

Even though Luo Qing was just an evil spirit, even though he was only a magister, but after playing cards one by one, now the right to speak fell into his hands.

Although the distance between the two is [-] meters, everyone knows that this distance is no different from sitting on the same table in their realm.

Neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other, time passed slowly, until a breeze blew and rolled up a little yellow sand, breaking the silence in the field.

The gentleness on Luo Qing's face gradually became sincere, and he asked softly, "Does Mr. Orr have a goal for this recovery?"
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It was different from Luo Qing's tense but peaceful situation.

Seeing the appearance of the legendary Monkey Valley, Dad's face was full of solemnity.

According to records and legends, there was once a powerful legendary wizard named Holy Blood, who was too obsessed with the study of the truth of wizards, so he gave up the way of survival of lichization, and his lifespan came to an end in the end.

This holy blood wizard is not actually an evil wizard, all his cruelty and kindness come from the truth.

He devoted his whole life to the research of truth, and the reason for giving up the nearly eternal life of the Lich is also very simple. The Lich cannot follow the path of a wizard, and it is not his idea at all to survive.

In the eyes of such extreme truth-seeking wizards, if they cannot detect the truth of wizards, then there is no meaning of existence.

Therefore, he stored all his magic power and knowledge reserves in the legendary Monkey Valley. This Monkey Valley can only be found by people who fit his philosophy, and he is a candidate for his successor.

And this candidate still needs to accept his tailor-made test before he can finally obtain his inheritance.

This legend has attracted many wizards to visit Huaguo, because the exact address is given in the legend.

But for 3 years, people have been looking for the legendary Monkey Valley every year, but the strange thing is that without exception, no one has found it. Even if someone did, those who participated in the test never came out again.

This adds another layer of mystery and terror to the legend of Monkey Valley.

But now this road full of magical fluctuations appeared in front of his eyes, and there was a faint warning in the fog ahead, which made the old man feel worried and at the same time full of dignity.

It is known that all the anomalies that have appeared here are caused by the Holy Master, and on the premise of not accepting the younger brother, what is the purpose of the Holy Master?
He can't just grind the forbidden land casually, can he?The Lord is not so idle.

If it is connected with the mysterious road leading to the Monkey Valley in front of him, then although many of the Holy Master's behaviors are still weird, they don't seem meaningless.

At least it held Luo Qing back. Isn't it?
A gust of wind blew past at this moment, faintly blowing away some of the mist, but the white mist very quickly put a white veil on the trees, flowers and plants in front.

This also made the old man stunned. He raised his head and looked a little confused, then lowered his head to hide his eyes, so that he could not see his emotions.

It's just that the footsteps of the old man began to step up, and the light footsteps pattered towards this road leading to the unknown.

"Hey, grandpa, where are you going?"

Suddenly, a childish voice came over, causing the old man to stop abruptly.

He turned his head slowly, and through the reading glasses, he could barely see a petite figure in the white mist. Judging from his voice and body shape, he was a little human boy.

The father has always been kind to the child, but the emotion in his cloudy eyes at the moment is a bit incomprehensible: "Son, is there anyone around here?"

"Yes, our village has always lived in Monkey Valley. Is the grandfather going to our village?" There was some naivety in the childish voice, as if he had no defense at all.

The old man paused for a moment, couldn't help looking up at the sky, and said gently: "Let everyone in the village leave, there is no need for guards here anymore."

"But. We have lived here for a long, long time. Since Haohao was born, we have been living here. Why do we have to leave?" The child's voice was a little at a loss.

The old man sighed, shook his head and said: "The end of the Dharma era is coming, and many inheritance places are consuming their own power. Now there are demons coming, and the inheritance of Monkey Valley is about to disappear. If you don't understand, go back and tell your adults." , you only have an incense stick of time to think about it, and that's all my father can say."

Talking about playing, he turned around silently, the green light in his hand flickered, a forearm-long incense was lit, and the curling smoke was absorbed by the surrounding white mist, the old man stuck the incense on the ground, and slowly walked deeper into the white mist .

A gust of wind flashed by, blowing the mist, and blowing the emerald green grass in front of the road and the incense rising behind it a little scarlet.

The footsteps gradually went away, and behind him, a child in coarse linen squatted in front of the incense, looking at the incense with curiosity on his face.

After thinking for a while, he pulled out the burning incense and ran to the left of the road.

The sadness in the eyes of the old man who had reached the depths of the thick fog disappeared a little, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and even his steps became a little lighter.

Step on.
As the father continued to approach, the landform in front of him gradually changed. The terrain first slowly became higher, and then slowly lowered after walking for a while. Fog, and trees everywhere.

The deepening was still going on, and suddenly, the landform that gradually became a basin suddenly shook.

A pair of scarlet eyes appeared out of nowhere in front of the old man's eyes, looking at him gloomyly.

"what have you done?"

The Holy Master's depressed voice sounded, either the variable or the old man, he has had enough of this world.

It's obviously his calamity year, but everything goes wrong for him, not a single time can go smoothly, every time there will be an accident.

There was a smile on the old man's face: "The old man just completed the unnecessary test."

"Although the role of the guardians is only for testing, it will also take away half of the magic power of the holy blood. Your plan will fail the holy master."

The old man said calmly, and a dried puffer fish with green light appeared in his hand: "But the old man wants to thank you, after all, without your forced intrusion, the old man still can't get in, so the old man gave you a magic Bar."

The face of the Holy Master changed in an instant, and he was restraining magic and restraining magic again. This old man is more annoying than that variable. Although he uses external force, he is hard steel, unlike this old man.

Without even thinking about it, he disappeared in place. The next moment, the entire Monkey Valley Basin was filled with fog, and even the ground began to tremble.

Three behemoths emerged slowly from the ground. They were three stone statues of monkeys. They were all purple in color. They were 500 meters tall and 300 meters wide when they were sitting.

The movements of the three monkey stone statues are very strange. The stone statue in the middle covers its ears with both hands, the stone statue on the left covers its mouth with both hands, and the one on the right covers its eyes.

It seems to represent, don't look, don't listen, don't speak, this saying comes from the Analects, but now they exude a strong devilish energy, completely without the artistic conception in the sage classics.

Everything around is being broken, the fog is dissipating, the ground is cracking, as if some kind of long-lasting spell is being broken.

"Ah ah ah ah."

A cry of joy and pain sounded in the distance, followed by a cry of the same emotion.

"Ah ah ah ah."

"Ah ah ah ah."

This voice gradually changed from a human being to a sharp, unhuman voice, to a monkey-like voice, and the pain in the strong shout gradually encroached on the joyful voice.

hum~
The holy master looked at the three monkeys under his feet with a gloomy expression. They all opened the parts they were covering, and powerful devilish energy gushed out crazily towards the source of the screams in the distance.

Those damn monkeys!
These people are the guardians arranged by the Holy Blood Wizard for their inheritance. In fact, they are the guardians, rather they are guinea pigs.

The holy blood wizard left many answers, and these answers are to be completed in a village guarding Monkey Mountain.

The Holy Blood Wizard will arrange for people to guide the creatures who can see the Monkey Valley to the village. When they enter the village, they will make a difficult choice, slaughter the village, or live with the residents of the village until an unknown deadline arrival.

The two choices represent two different paths. Although the Holy Blood Wizard is a black air wizard, he never distinguishes between good and evil.

If you slaughtered the wizards or mages in the village, you would accept the task of hell difficulty, which is almost the last thing every wizard or mage wants to see.

After living with the villagers for ten years, the test is relatively simple.

And the reason is very simple, good choice means that they can endure loneliness, which is the most precious and basic disposition of a mage or wizard.

The evil choice is to let the Holy Blood Wizard see impatience. If he doesn't have the absolute strength to face his heart, then he can't inherit his desire to study the true meaning of wizards.

All the wizards or mages who came in by accident, 100% of the existence, chose to pick up the butcher's knife, because ten years is too long for those who are eager to see the inheritance.

What's more, they don't know the ten-year period.

Therefore, the monkeys that became humans in that village were slaughtered again and again, and the numbers continued to increase.

The Holy Blood Wizard is pure, and he is merciless in using waste, and the existence that cannot inherit his mantle is to increase his strength for the duration of his seal.

This is why the old man took out the incense, because the old man had already seen a lot of things when he saw the child for the first time.

It's an amazing feeling, like... There's some kind of guidance.

Like he should have known the little boy would say yes, should have known everything.

The old man raised his head and looked at the Holy Master. He smiled slightly, waved his hand, and the emerald green magic on the dried puffer fish instantly attacked the Holy Master.

This is the magic that lifts the restrictions of the Holy Lord's body, and the only side effect is to send the Holy Lord back to hell.

But at this moment, the anger and fear in the Holy Master's eyes disappeared instead. He calmly watched the old man's magic come before him, and then just looked at the old man indifferently, watching the green beam of light being resisted by the thick black energy.

"Oh." The Holy Master said silently: "Even if the top legend loses half of its strength, it cannot be broken by a mere great mage."

Dad paused, he was really not in a high mood today, and the moon in the sky seemed to be brighter at this time.

The old man recited the mantra unhurriedly: "Demons, goblins, go away, goblins, go away!"

The Holy Lord looked at his father silently, feeling the wizard's aura dissipating faster and faster under his body, his eyes gradually became irritated.

He didn't bother to care about what his father was doing, he turned around and threw his hands away, the huge fireball burned some trees, and smashed straight towards the screaming sound.

hum~
A strong roar was accompanied by screams, and the three stone monkeys under him, who were significantly smaller by more than a third, resumed their previous movements.

Don't listen, don't talk, don't look.

The Holy Master and the old man also looked at each other at this time, and they knew that the battle for the inheritance of the Holy Blood Wizard.

Start now!
(End of this chapter)