From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

"Curse Lan, how's the matter going?"

Basha's voice rang in the hall, making Julan feel even worse.

"The Thunder Beast is dead. Basha is in the abyss and can't come out. The core of the abyss is with him. Go and ask him."

Julan said gloomily and continued to arrange his magic circle.

Bazaar shrugged indifferently: "It's not a big problem. There are three demon positions now. We will be able to come out sooner or later."

"On the contrary, you, tsk tsk tsk, are still thinking about eating at this time." Bazaar's shadow squatted in the center of Cursed Blue's formation, where a white worm of more than fifty centimeters was squirming unconsciously. .

This is the food that Curse Lan longs for, abyss worms.

This is also Bo Gang's favorite food. Well, there is no food that Bo Gang doesn't like.

However, Curse Blue is the most sophisticated in the research on abyssal worms. As long as there is one abyssal worm alive, he can simulate the primordial sea of ​​the abyss and let the worms continue to divide and increase in number.

Although this will deprive the abyss worm of its evolutionary function, who cares?

What Curse Lan wants is food, a delicious food that can also restore his injuries to a certain extent.

Curse Lan didn't speak, and his eyes were a little gloomy: "Are you here to mock me? Basha, your matter has just been overturned."

Basha paused, then withdrew the hand that was poking the worm's belly, and spread her hands innocently: "I just came to remind my great Majesty the Curse Blue that even if the Thunder Beast plan fails, there are still two plans waiting for you to complete. "

Curse Lan paused, and the gloomy look on his face softened slightly, but his words were still indifferent: "I know, I don't need you to be verbose."

Basha rolled her eyes and asked: "Chulan, is my eldest nephew still pregnant?"

Curse Lan glanced at him without replying, and continued to draw his own formation. He needed to create a small Abyss nascent sea first so that the only Abyss worm would not die.

Only then did I feel in the mood to make other plans.

Abyss worms are the product of the abyss consciousness and the nascent sea of ​​the abyss. Seriously, every worm is pure energy bred by heaven and earth.

It's just that this world is a crazy world like an abyss.

But it is precisely because of this that every abyss worm has the potential to reach its peak. They need to constantly eat and kill each other to evolve.

What Curse Blue has to do is to retain that pure high-level energy, and then continue to copy, multiply, and enhance this energy.

The abyss worms that finally made it onto his dining table were actually babies of experience.

Eating that thing is equivalent to practicing, and with his current physical condition, eating this thing can restore his strength.

Otherwise, he would not have risked his own life and ventured into the Abyss, and there was a powerful person who still existed at that time.

Do you really think he cursed Lan Greedy?

When Basha saw that Curse Lan ignored him, she was not embarrassed. Instead, she moved closer and whispered: "Curse Lan, what do you think of the elves as a race?"

Curse Lan paused, thought of something, frowned and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"It seems you have thought of it too." Bazaar smiled particularly cunningly.

"The eldest nephew's body has not yet been fully gestated, and it has been integrated with my magic power, and that magic power also contains the power of the immortal gods. We can completely put the eldest nephew into the body of the elf, and then resurrect the elf."

"In a powerful race, if my eldest nephew can become the leader, you can imagine what can be gained."

"Think about the Mother Tree of Life. If you could suck it dry, would you be able to return to your peak?"

"This is a cursed blue that has no harm." Bazaar said with sincerity in her eyes: "Now that my plan has failed, I just want the devil to rule the earth again and then get back my poor origin."

Curse Lan's eyes were thoughtful. He thought about Basha's words carefully and found no loopholes in them.

This seems to be of no benefit to Bazaar.

Curse Lan took a deep look at Basha and asked straightforwardly: "What good will this do to you?"

Basha was stunned for a moment, then smiled, very sincerely: "Having been suppressed by the Holy Lord, we will never be able to get ahead. Sometimes it is in our overall interest that you become stronger."

Curlan thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, your suggestion is good, I will adopt it."

"There will be more suggestions in the future. I just hope that when you recover, you don't forget to help me move the angel's body. If it is kept pressed, I will never recover." Bazaar said , seems a little pitiful.

Ju Lan glanced at him coldly, waved his hand, and Basha's projection was instantly burned out.

After the last inscription was carved, the entire underground palace suddenly ignited with a hot black aura, and an extremely crazy consciousness was gestating, as if he had returned from the beautiful outside world to the abyss of despair in an instant.

In the center of the formation, the squirming worm suddenly felt cheerful.

Like a fish flapping around on the shore, it was suddenly released into the water.

Curlan waved his hand, and the large scorching darkness in front of him gradually disappeared into the void. He looked at the ground thoughtfully.

He casually took a step forward.

Buzz~

The huge blood-colored six-pointed star formation stood out, and a dragon egg with a diameter of one meter and a height of about 1.8 meters was looming in it.

"Elf"

Curse Lan murmured and looked in the direction of Xiou. As an extremely ancient and powerful divine object, the Mother Tree of Life would indeed allow him to recover quickly if it could absorb its pure vitality.

But there are too many restrictions left by the elf root above, and he is not qualified to touch it now.

Unless he can recover 30% of his strength in his heyday, otherwise touching the origin is to seek death, and his body will be annihilated in minutes, and he will roll back to hell in a mess.

Reviving the elves.

He felt the closeness of the black air, his eyes thoughtful, and now the balance between the two sides is almost equal.

Xiaoyu returned to her normal form, and with the death of the three strongest, the balance was barely maintained at this level.

Now the world must urgently need a new saint to break the balance and push the world to a higher level.

The elves are indeed a good race. The saint has the cup of life in his hand, and he is naturally incompatible with the elves.

If he really integrates into the elves, then the entire elf race will be crazy against that saint.

For the elves, the cup of life is something that must not be lost.

This plan is feasible.

Zhu Lan stretched out his hand, and the red magic circle on the ground slowly disappeared.

The huge golden egg flew to Zhulan's hand. He fumbled with the giant egg and fell into thought.

What he had to consider now was that his sister seemed to be still in the rebellious period and was a little disobedient.

Among the ancient magic left by Basha, there was magic that distorted the consciousness of living beings, just like hypnosis, which could make a living being completely obedient.

But for the devil, Zhulan didn't know whether it was good or bad. His magic would be broken by the powerful magic.

At that time, the brothers would really turn against each other.

"Your Majesty, I found some of the things you wanted."

Zhulan rubbed his heart with a headache, staring at the trembling black wizard with scarlet eyes.

"Go on, I only give you seven days. No matter what method you use, you have to find it all in seven days. If you can't find it all, then there is no need for you to exist."

Zhulan said coldly, these people are really useless if they don't put some pressure on them.

"Yes, yes, I'll go and urge them now." The black wizard nodded repeatedly and fled quickly with some staggering.

The pressure of the demon was too terrifying for him, and he couldn't resist it.

Zhulan tapped the armrest with his sharp fingertips, and thought of something. He frowned and began to carve magic.

He needed to discuss with Basha, or instill a little hatred for the Holy Lord and Xiaoyu in him, and also instill a little hatred for Basha in him.

With hatred, everything is easy to say.

After all, there is still a chance to change back to the changed race form in the future, so the problem should not be big. I hope he won't be so rebellious.

Zhulan sighed slightly. His feelings for this sister are really complicated.——

"I never thought that opera was so interesting, but"

Xiaoyu watched the actors on the stage trembling and leaving the stage with great interest, and then said with some blame: "They may not like so many strange audiences."

Zhao Zheng turned his head and took a look. More than a hundred evil spirits of various kinds woke up from the opera, and some were restless and agitated.

It looked terrible.

Zhao Zheng didn't care that much. He stretched out a hand in front of Xiaoyu and said with a smile: "A monthly salary of 10,000 is enough for them to break their fear. It can be converted into Chinese currency to more than 70,000."

Xiaoyu looked at the hand in front of her and was a little alert: "What are you doing? The shadow mask has been given to you."

As she said this, she thought of something and said indignantly: "And the crystal of the controller after his death, did you take it away too?"

Zhao Zheng's face was full of smiles, but in the face of Xiaomao's dangerous gaze, he did not continue to tease, but explained "That's called the Abyss Crystal Core, which is very useful for mages. I'll give your share to Master Chen."

As Zhao Zheng spoke, he stretched out his hand and moved it closer, smiling and saying, "This time I want to hold your hand, and I hope Her Majesty the Queen will do me the honor."

Xiao Yu rolled her eyes at him, raised her head slightly, and elegantly put her hand on him, saying lightly, "Then I will reluctantly agree to it."

"Thank you, Her Majesty the Queen, for your gift." Zhao Zheng stood up as he spoke, and instantly, more than a hundred shadows except Shadow Kitten instantly turned into streams of light and shadows, which looked a bit cool.

Xiao Yu raised her eyebrows and wanted to shout "How cool!", but now she was playing the role of the queen, and she couldn't say such a persona-breaking thing.

She raised her lips slightly, proudly helped him stand up, and then saw Shadow Kitten's somewhat resentful eyes.

Xiao Yu paused, blushed, let go of Zhao Zheng's hand and hugged Xue Yi: "How can you act so well? Let's go, bye."

As she spoke, she picked up the notebook on the seat and flew away with Shadow Kitten.

Zhao Zheng looked at the two people's disappearing backs, his eyes full of smiles, and casually weighed the Shikigami sent by Sakura.

Zhao Zheng felt the divinity in his body grow stronger again, and flew to the castle thoughtfully.

Buzz~

The righteousness and black air between heaven and earth fluctuated slightly, and the powerful black air fell into a disadvantage at this moment, with a tendency to fall to the strong, but barely stabilized.

Zhao Zheng, who had just arrived at the castle, raised his eyebrows slightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, which seemed to represent that most of the many extraordinary forces in the abyss were disconnected from reality.

And not falling to the strong means that the connection is not completely broken?

It should be because of the back door of Ximu.

Buzz~

A space fluctuation flickered slightly, and the smell of purple smoke rose in the castle. Daolong appeared in front of him with the unconscious Parker and the extremely sleepy Ao Jing.

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are back, don't you have another fighter? Why didn't you bring him along?"

Daolong glanced at him and said lightly: "That person is nothing special, what's the point of bringing him along?"

Zhao Zheng spread his hands helplessly: "Forget it! Maybe it is still useful. Their blood seems to contain the power of faith. You can take a look at this."

He stretched out his hand and a bottle of blood preserved by magic appeared in his hand. This was Parker's blood.

Last time, a lot of blood was drawn, and Zhao Zheng kept it. He always felt that it would be useful in the future.

Daolong took a closer look, sniffed it, and then said disdainfully: "Cultists also have this smell. I have studied it. The power of faith cannot be controlled."

Zhao Zheng was stunned, groped his chin, and asked seriously: "Daolong, how is your research on faith?"

Daolong waved his hand, and four dark warriors from Ganwen Cuishan appeared. Two of them were very tactful and carried the bull warrior to Daolong's magic room.

Deep in Daolong's magic room, there is magic that can completely stop people's life functions. In that case, his material will not die and does not need to eat. Although time does not stop, there is no consumption of physical functions.

Although this is a torture for the spirit of the human test subjects, the test subjects should not think about having human rights. As the strongest dark wizard on Blue Star, Daolong has no such thing as mercy.

"It's okay, just average, I have only studied it for about 10 to 20 years." Daolong thought and said: "Why are you asking this? Are you interested in faith?"

Zhao Zheng smiled, glanced at Parker, and first said: "Don't kill this person, maybe he will be useful in the future, and seal his consciousness for the time being."

Every member of the Dragon Team is very useful now, and it is possible that they will be of great use in the future. If any of them dies, it will be a loss.

Daolong paused, his eyes slightly cold, as if saying: OK!

Zhao Zheng looked away somewhat unnaturally, and said with a smile:

"As for faith, I revived an angel, and she is now in my body. It's just that a crisis in the abyss triggered the Holy Guardian, which consumed a lot of her power, but if there is faith conversion magic, it should be a great enhancement for the angel."

A trace of surprise flashed in Daolong's eyes, and he looked up and down at his own majesty.

Are the strongest people so shameless now?

Just follow them as you say?

Besides, isn't the Holy Guardian a blessing that angels only bestow on their lovers or children?

Has his majesty changed this habit?

Thinking about it, Daolong looked at Zhao Zheng with a strange look in his eyes. Good guy, the Sea King is actually his own majesty.

"Little Saint Seiya is still pretty good, you think about it carefully."

Daolong said strangely, waved his hand, and a thick book flew out of the library. The handwriting on it showed the preciousness of the book.