From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

You were extremely weak when you were sealed. At first, you were bullied by the sixty-six roots. After those roots were slowly devoured by Bogang in the long war in hell, you were bullied by other demons.

It can be said that after the war of gods, Ximu was either immortal or bullied.

Bogang's tickler, Zhongsu, Basha and his punching bag, many roles were played by Ximu.

Aoba still admired that he didn't go crazy.

As the two of them got higher and higher, at the junction of the blue star and the universe, Ximu flapped his wings and stopped.

Buzz~

A terrifying buzzing sounded in the endless gale, and this area instantly turned scarlet.

Ximu stretched out his hands, and a very special wave began to flow. In the scarlet, some fluorescent plants appeared out of thin air, followed by stones and various materials, which appeared in front of the two demons.

This act of taking money across the plane made Aoba look a little disappointed.

Ximu glanced at him. How could he not know what kind of character the Holy Lord has?

Entering his treasure house, haha, with the current gap in strength between the two sides, if he dared to open it, the Holy Lord would dare to move all the items away, and say in a beautiful name: You are too weak now, I will keep it for you first.

As for saying that doing so would destroy the relationship between the two sides

Although the current demons seem to be as close as brothers, only Di Kui and Xiao Feng really take the relationship between brothers and sisters seriously.

The other six demons are very clear that this is only a temporary cooperation, and backstabs will still exist at any time.

As more and more high-value treasures are found, Aoba's breathing has also become slightly faster.

Many of the treasures here are not in his father's treasure house.

For example, a stone that looks exactly like a cloud, that is Yun Gang, a legendary material.

The density and hardness are harder than steel, but the weight is like a cloud, as light as nothing.

This kind of thing is very suitable for making armor or speed-type weapons.

And this kind of material is only available in Ximu.

The most important thing is that each piece of this material is as beautiful as a work of art, which makes dragons even more unable to refuse.

Ximu estimated in his mind, and when it was almost at the limit of Aoba's psychological endurance, he stopped summoning.

And collected all the high-level treasures that could blind people's eyes.

"For the time being, I can only take out so much, but the resurrection elves are enough."

Ximu said, thinking for a while and asked: "Nephew, should we make arrangements in advance?"

The treasure disappeared in front of him, making Aoba reluctantly come back to his senses.

He calmed down his greedy mood and nodded: "Okay, it's better to prepare in advance.

Ximu smiled and asked: "You come, or me?"

Aoba looked at Ximu, his eyes flickered, and stretched out his hand: "Give me the materials. "

Just as Ximu didn't trust him, Aoba didn't trust Ximu either.

Deep in the endless shadow.

Tara, who had been lying on the ground motionless for more than 20 days, finally made some movements.

His bright red body trembled slightly, and then he opened his dark green eyes, looking at the familiar scenes around him with a smile gradually appearing on his lips.

He stood up and looked at his hands with some excitement. Even if he could recover, he would still leave the mask because of the Earth Mother, which would become his eternal bondage.

But now, this bondage has been destroyed by the Holy Lord, and the price paid is only the loss of a certain potential!

"Samo."

Tara murmured, and the smile in his eyes was slightly restrained.

As the current supreme commander of the shadow, and as one of the nine As the direct superior of the deputy mask, as long as he is not the one who signs the contract, he can call up the spiritual power of the sealed general with pure spiritual power.

This is also the reason why he can command the Shadow Legion.

The contract of order does not look at strength, even if the root and ordinary people sign the contract.

So, the only mask on the Holy Lord at that time became the victim of the contract.

As for whether General Samo of the Giant Shadow Legion is willing.

As shadow creatures, they have no choice.

Three thousand years ago, since he subdued the nine generals, their lives were not their own, but his Tara's.

After thinking for a while.

Tara calmed down, spread his hands, and shouted: "Great Shadow, I need new soldiers! "

Buzz~

Powerful fluctuations and extremely high authority spread wildly with Tara as the center.

The entire shadow shook violently, and all beings below the legendary level were eager to gather towards Tara.

One, two, three.

Dense shadow creatures came from all directions, and the dark earth of the shadow was shaking. Although these shadow creatures were not legions, they were all powerful.

The large number brought a strong sense of oppression, making Tara tremble all over.

This was exciting. His authority was returning. Even if General Samo was controlled by the Holy Lord, his legions would obey his orders at any time as long as Tara wanted.

The shadows were creatures that went down one level at a time, but high-level creatures could also directly command lower-level creatures.

In other words, if he wanted, the shadow soldiers summoned by the Holy Lord would in turn become the power of him, Tara.

Feeling the many obedient consciousnesses.

Tara showed a pleasant smile on his face: "Go, go to Sakura, find the general of the shadow, and wait for my order."

Buzz~

After a buzzing sound, many shadow creatures disappeared in an instant. The unity of the action made people feel very incredible.

Tara stretched his muscles and bones, felt the balance between heaven and earth, and murmured: "Elf. Waiting for you to revive."

While murmured, Tara's figure had disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, a statue half-kneeling on the ground appeared in front of him.

This is the statue of Quetzalcoatl. The seventh-level forbidden spell of the gods is too terrible. Although the powerful vitality of the four strongest has been reduced, it still exists.

Just wait for the nine generals under him to gather, and then in the revival of the shadow, the three kings will also revive.

When the king revives, the sun god who once suppressed everything will also revive in this era.

However

Tara looked at the silver body of Quetzalcoatl, clenched his fist, and swung it up fiercely.

Boom!

A loud bang exploded in this exiled land, and the strong breath made the whole area tremble.

But the seemingly ordinary statue did not move at all under this huge force, still looking down at the endless abyss in front of it.

Buzz~

A buzzing sounded in the abyss, and the trembling breath of the Shadow King fluctuated slightly, as if someone was attacking this powerful existence that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Tara's eyes were a little sinister. The vitality of the four strongest people was connected at this time, or in other words, everything about the four strongest people was connected.

The defense of the four kings was four times that of the kings. When the Lord picked up Quinn here, he didn't even bother to touch the Quetzalcoatl.

Now only the kings can shake this statue, and they have to be some relatively powerful kings. And Tara. Still a little short.

Boom!

Another punch hit the statue fiercely. In the abyss composed of endless darkness, the fluctuation that made the shadow tremble spread again, and it seemed that there was a little emotion mixed in it.

Like anger?

Tara stopped doing useless work and came to the side of the sky abyss, looking at the bottom with a playful look in his dark green eyes.

"The gods have one in their hands, the queen has one in her hands, and the humans have two in their hands. It seems that you will really be forever imprisoned."

Tara muttered to himself, stopped talking, and sat cross-legged, staring at the sky abyss in a daze.

He was thinking about a way out. He clearly felt that it would only take about seven days to break free from Ximu's restraints, but in fact it took more than twenty days to break free.

This shows that he once again underestimated the eight demons. Although their IQ is not that high now, their strength is still unquestionable.

It's a pity that the Holy Lord was not killed at that time.

And Tara also needs a reason to survive.

Thinking, his eyes flashed slightly. According to the records, the sky demon Ximu is the weakest demon.

And before he left the Holy Lord, he felt Ximu's breath, which was very weak.

Now, the eight demons are not at their peak. Is there a chance to join forces with Ximu?

After all, if I get rid of the shadow's level constraints, and Ximu's wisdom remains so much, maybe he can help me complete it?

But then Tara gave up the idea of ​​looking for Ximu now.

Because the chips are not enough, even if Ximu has a way, it must be in a relatively equal attitude.

And now, although Ximu is weak, the arrogance of the devil can ignore this weakness.

He needs more chips, and the revival of the elves is a good opportunity.

When the time comes, release five shadow generals, and the six legends will have the qualifications to be equal to the devil in this era, even though they are only the weakest devils.

Thinking about it, Tara's plan in his heart is slowly perfected, and the coldness in his eyes looking at Tianyuan is getting heavier.

Calculating the time, it should be soon.——

"It's almost time, Shendu, these are the etiquette and common sense of the elves, let my nephew take a look."

Ximu took a book full of gorgeous patterns and handed it to the Holy Lord who had already arranged a large formation.

They have now arrived in Austria, the homeland of the elves, and the revived elves can only be here.

Hadidas stayed in China, which was a certain convenience for the two.

However, it didn't matter even if Hadidas came back, because demons could always jump to a higher level to fight.

The legendary Saint could easily kill guys of the same level, even though he didn't have the origin of a physical body.

The Saint stared at Ximu for a while before taking the book, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

At least so far, Ximu is still very reliable, and it doesn't seem like he wants to slack off.

The golden flame in the Saint's hand was looming, but it didn't ignite the book in his hand.

He flipped the pages casually, and after not reading the magic that might exist and some wrong knowledge, he put the book on top of the giant egg in the center of the formation.

He began to chant.

The legendary magic power flowed slowly, and the book on the top of the giant egg gradually melted on the egg and entered it, making it easier to watch.

After doing all this, Aoba gave Ximu a warning look.

Ximu also flew up wisely, watching the upcoming ceremony from high in the sky thoughtfully.

The Holy Lord looked up with satisfaction and began to chant. What he needed now was to change the breath, body structure, and energy breath of the demon dragon.

Finally, seal it up and revive it with other spirits.

The people on the stage were performing, and the ghosts in the audience were listening.

Waves of invisible waves flowed through the evil spirits, seemingly soothing their emotions and purifying their will.

Under Zhao Zheng's single eye, the breath of the holy eye continued to flow. It could see that as the opera progressed, white spots of light continued to fall into the bodies of all the evil spirits.

He stroked the girl's hand, and a dark golden light occasionally appeared in the void, plundering the spots of fear among these spots of light.

There are many beliefs in opera, especially this kind of ancient opera.

After studying the overclocking of his understanding, Zhao Zheng discovered the secret of opera.

The original opera was a ritual to appease the evil spirits, trade with them, and finally let them leave and protect one side.

This ritual is like a sacrifice, and also like worshiping gods.

In it, people will have a lot of thoughts that rise and fall with the opera, and finally slowly attach to the opera.

With the inheritance, these thoughts are constantly absorbed by the evil spirits, and a large number of various thoughts are accumulated.

Coupled with the influx of new thoughts.

So it will cause a situation, that is, the conferring of gods.

Because the essence of evil spirits is the synthesis of souls and thoughts, and opera is the manifestation of thoughts, which can also be regarded as a kind of meaning.

The older the opera is, the more various meanings it contains, and the easier it is to attract evil spirits.

This is also the reason why new operas are not liked by evil spirits, while operas from the ancient East can excite high-level evil spirits.

Because those ancient meanings are passed down through these operas, as long as the same opera is performed tirelessly, this inheritance will never fail.

After continuous research on meaning by understanding overclocking, Zhao Zheng discovered the essence of opera deification.

That is, these light spots.

Every word and every note of the opera carries the meaning from ancient or modern people.

These meanings will change their power to be more suitable for the evil spirits themselves under the transformation of opera, which is the ritual.

It’s just that there are too many thoughts, and every evil spirit absorbs various meanings indiscriminately, which leads to the inability to deify.

If a certain intention reaches a terrifying level in a certain evil spirit, rendering the evil spirit's own intention into the intention of the opera, then the ceremony of deification will officially begin.

Coupled with his huge mental power, Zhao Zheng can simply pick out fear from the dense thoughts in the opera and enter his body.

For the past twenty days, Zhao Zheng has been doing the same thing. He left a space-based evil spirit in the castle, and used the Holy Eye of Order to keep his mind from immersing himself in the opera, consciously increasing the position of fear.

This also caused his position of fear to grow extremely fast, almost reaching the level of a single mirror god.

However, this is not enough.

Zhao Zheng can feel that the complete position of fear is very terrifying, and his mental power is many times stronger than that of the mirror god.

It is enough to accommodate more positions, and he does not intend to transform before reaching the limit.