From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The class bell interrupted their chat. Zhao Zheng nodded slightly to Xiaoyu and returned to the classroom with her.

He ignored the flamboyant female classmates and sat on a chair alone, beginning to fall into deep thought.

The black air began to revive.

The black air surrounding him began to increase gradually, especially after contacting Xiaoyu.

It was as if a switch was touched and it suddenly began to surge.

Zhao Zheng was very troubled by the balance of yin and yang in this world.

Yin and yang can be balanced, but the lineup under his command cannot. The two must fight to the death.

This is not about right or wrong, but a racial struggle. His enemy is my hero.

The black air gave birth to many demons. Whether it was the demon monarch who ruled in ancient times or the later ghost army, it was a disaster for humans.

For demons, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps. This is the law of the world.

My fist is stronger than yours, so my right to speak is greater than yours.

And for these humans! All these endanger the survival of mankind.

Saint Seiya Lopez has actually received mixed reviews from people in the supernatural world regarding his achievements.

His achievement is to seal the Holy Lord and turn him into a stone sculpture. Since then, the Holy Lord has firmly occupied most of the black gas lineup, and the remaining black gas cannot breed other demons.

Humanity has successfully become the overlord of the earth, and has been the only one that stands out from the crowd.

But this has created an embarrassing situation, that is, the Holy Lord has occupied the toilet without taking a shit, and the black gas has become silent.

Saint Seiya Lopez has successfully created an artificial end of the law era.

From then on, the supernatural has been hidden, and technology has flourished.

For humans, this is a good thing, but for the world! Is this necessarily a good thing?

I'm afraid not!

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After Zhao Zheng crossed over, the black gas actually began to show signs of recovery.

Especially with the continuous appearance of the talisman, the black gas on his body began to become more and more active.

Unfortunately, although the demons bred by the black gas are a luxurious lineup, they have all been set up with backhands.

It's difficult to turn the tables!

But fortunately! Humans are not monolithic, so there is a chance of a comeback.

And Zhao Zheng is slowly expanding this chance, and Chen Xiaoyu is this chess piece.

A suspected reincarnation of a Saint Seiya, the former queen of the Shadow Corps, and the goddess of Mayan civilization.

A special existence favored by both righteousness and evil.

Zhao Zheng touched his forehead, which was a little hot. This body, which was still in its infancy, could not fully accommodate an immortal soul.

"The irreconcilable contradiction between the righteousness lineup and the evil lineup is really troublesome!"

Even if he successfully resurrected, or even recovered to his peak period, he could not stop this phenomenon.

In his previous life, Zhao Zheng had doubts about why the Holy Lord directly changed the peak moment when using the most buggy thing in this world, the "Book of Years".

There is also an obvious loophole like the Gate of Hell.

Zhao Zheng, who has read a lot of the Holy Lord's memories, feels that it is not that he does not want to modify it, but that he dares not!

Yes! Just dare not!

The reason is because of the balance of yin and yang. Under this world mechanism, I am afraid that even if it is changed, the righteousness will start to run wild.

It will be easy to resurrect the Eight Immortals.

Dealing with the Eight Demons! Isn't this a piece of cake!

"Eight immortal gods!"

Zhao Zheng was a little afraid. This was a fear engraved in the bones of the Holy Lord. Even though he was a time traveler, he was also affected to a certain extent.

"Zhao Zheng! Zhao Zheng!"

Xiaoyu tilted her head curiously, and waved her white and tender little hand gently in front of him.

"It's over school! You are still sitting here? What are you thinking about?"

School is over so soon, America is really free!

Zhao Zheng came back to his senses and looked at the cute Xiaoyu. He was a little dazed, but soon returned to normal.

"It's okay! I'm not familiar with the environment here."

Zhao Zheng started to pack up and asked casually:

"Why don't you go home?"

"I see you are in a daze here! Remind you not to miss the bus!"

Xiaoyu secretly looked at Zhao Zheng, as if she had found a new and interesting toy.

"Oh, thanks for your reminder! But my family is here to pick me up."

"Do you want me to take you home? I heard from my classmates that you know Kung Fu and have defeated ninjas! Can you tell me about it?"

Xiaoyu's eyes turned and she replied with some doubt:

"Really? Don't you suspect I'm making up a story?"

She came closer as she spoke.

A faint fragrance came to her face.

Zhao Zheng shook his head, stared at her, and said sincerely:

"I believe you!"

Xiaoyu blinked, Zhao Zheng's answer surprised her.

This made her, who had been questioned at school, very excited.

"Then...wait until tomorrow...to tell you! I...I have to go back early today."

Xiaoyu stuttered a little, and after she finished speaking, she hurriedly picked up her schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom.

Zhao Zheng shook his head and laughed in his heart:

"You are such a young and ignorant kid! I really want to know the expression on your face when you find out my identity."

"When the time comes! It will definitely be very interesting!"

Zhao Zheng carried his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom slowly. As soon as he came out, he was surrounded by a group of people.

"Hey! Boy, hand over your pocket money quickly, or I'll knock out your front teeth!"

Looking at the bad boy staring at him fiercely, Zhao Zheng felt a little funny.

"It's really a traditional American program!" Zhao Zheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

And these bad boys were a little impatient, and one of them even reached out to touch his pocket.

Zhao Zheng chuckled and grabbed his hand directly. With a little force, the boy in front of him showed pain on his face.

"Hiss... It hurts! Let go!"

Ignoring his painful expression, Zhao Zheng kicked him up with his foot and knocked him unconscious.

Seeing this, the remaining few people pulled up the unconscious boy without saying a word and scattered.

"Run away?"

Zhao Zheng was a little speechless. Shouldn't they rush forward?

Then, knock them all down by themselves, and then bring up the background of the Black Hand Gang to pretend to be awesome?

Why is the plot different? It's so disappointing.

Ignoring the curious and admiring eyes on the faces of the classmates around him, Zhao Zheng walked out of the school with light steps.

"Next, it's time for delicious food! America should have delicious food!"

"I haven't eaten for a long time!"

I was looking forward to it, so I bought a bottle of Coke in the store next door.

"Squeak~"

After unscrewing the bottle cap, the liquid filled with carbon dioxide made a slight sound, and Zhao Zheng took a sip.

The next second, his face changed drastically, and he spit it out in one breath.

"Pah! What the hell!"

There are fakes of this thing, just when he was about to settle the score with the boss.

I had a bad feeling in my heart, could it be my problem?

"Is there something wrong with my taste buds!"