From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

When he becomes the true God of Fear, even if this God is only the God of the human race, he will create a strong foundation.

That was the foundation that went straight to the root, and he had thought of his own path.

Fields and overlays work together.

Coupled with the strengthening of the fear god status and order, among the evil spirits of the same level, he may become the strongest evil spirit in ancient and modern times.

Thinking about it, the opera on the stage also ended at this time.

As the curtain falls, the various thoughts transformed by the opera also disappear at this time.

Zhao Zheng turned his head with some unfinished thoughts, and happened to see the girl waking up in a daze, as if she had been awakened by the sound of the gong.

A trace of emotion that he had never seen before flashed in Zhao Zheng's eyes. It seemed that the girl was not interested in the repeated operas and just came with him.

He thought for a while and said, "If you don't want to come next time, you don't have to come."

Xiaoyu yawned and replied casually: "I don't want to come, I'm just a little sleepy. Maybe it's because I just broke through."

Zhao Zheng couldn't help but reached out and touched her head. After thinking about it, he asked, "Would you like to play with a gun? I seem to have a few here. Do you want to try it?"

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, let's go quickly."

boom!

"Not bad, not bad, Xiaoyu, your shooting skills are getting better and better."

Zhao Zheng watched a dark metal crow falling in the distance and couldn't help but applaud.

Xiaoyu raised her head proudly, patted the Barrett given by Zhao Zheng, and said proudly: "That's right, I can now calculate the bullet's impact point!"

"Does three hundred meters still need to be calculated?" Zhao Zheng was a little confused. Why did he feel that within one thousand meters, this gun could be pointed and hit anywhere?

Xiaoyu glanced at him and said arrogantly: "Moving target, this is a moving target, so you must calculate your position in advance. It flies so fast, not everyone can hit it, don't believe you try it?"

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when his cell phone, which had been silent for a long time, started to vibrate.

Zhao Zheng paused, frowned, took out his cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number?

You must know that his number is protected by Black Hand Technology, and it is impossible for ordinary harassing calls or scams to come in.

Everyone Zhao Zheng knew had notes, and those he didn't know would only go to Wa Long. It was outrageous that someone could call him now without being intercepted.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Zheng pressed the connect button.

After a burst of electric noise, a familiar female voice came: "Hello, hello, is this Mr. Zhao Zheng?"

Xiaoyu, who was not far away, raised her eyebrows, stood up and walked over. Why did this female voice sound so familiar to her?

"Who are you?"

At this time, Xiaoyu also happened to come over and naturally sat next to Zhao Zheng, listening to the content on his mobile phone with him.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, I am the fortune teller who used to hold the Shadow Devouring Mask, Jin Bo. I'm sorry to disturb you, but the stars have asked me to tell you some news now."

Miss Jinbo's voice was full of solemnity, but also slightly uneasy.

In fact, Jin Bo's power of destiny couldn't predict Zhao Zheng at all, and what she predicted was Ao Chen's future. But Ao Chen didn't have a phone, and it was too late to rush to Ying Hua.

She was afraid that if she spoke out, the boss would think she was looking for trouble, and then follow the communication signal to kill herself.

But Ao Chen and Chen Long had saved her life. If she didn't say anything, Ao Chen would die. After struggling for a long time, she made the call.

"Tell me about it." Zhao Zheng also felt a little uneasy after being told.

He pressed the speakerphone, naturally stretched out his arms to hug the girl, and smelled the fragrance of the girl.

"At midnight in the United States tonight, there will be a terrible dark resurgence in the cherry blossoms. Mr. Aochen's mortality rate is as high as 90%." Miss Jinbo's voice was trembling.

But the content made Zhao Zheng pause, and he looked up at the afternoon sky.

Midnight is from eleven o'clock at night to one o'clock in the morning, which is still five hours away.

"Is there anything else?" Zhao Zheng asked calmly.

"Also, Austria will become a forbidden area for diviners. The stars keep me away from there." Miss Jinbo said with some uncertainty.

Ao Guo was very strange. She just knew to stay away, but she couldn't figure out everything there. This feeling was like trying to figure out Zhao Zheng face to face.

It always felt like there was a majestic hand blocking all the fortune teller's prying eyes.

Zhao Zheng frowned more and more: "Is there anything else?"

"No more." Jin Bo's voice became more nervous and even stuttered a little.

"You did a good job this time. I've saved your number. You can contact me anytime if you need anything." Zhao Zheng hung up the phone after saying that, his eyes full of thoughtfulness.

"What kind of darkness has the terrible darkness revived?" Xiaoyu was a little confused. When she asked, she suddenly thought of something, frowned and said, "Is it a shadow?"

Zhao Zheng nodded and confirmed her suspicion: "It is indeed Shadow. It may be very lively tonight. Shall I take you back first?"

Xiaoyu had a thoughtful look in her eyes: "No, I think I should tell dad the news first and let him prepare."

"And Uncle Long, he made a breakthrough after he came back a few days ago. If you add the divine armor, it will be very powerful. If there is too strong a revival of darkness, they will definitely go, and I have to help them."

Zhao Zheng nodded: "Okay, Kitten, you can follow your princess to protect her safety. I have to prepare."

As Zhao Zheng spoke, a shadow flashed across his body and attached directly to Xiaoyu's body, ignoring Zhao Zheng at all.

Zhao Zheng reached out and touched Xiaoyu's head, stood up, his figure gradually faded, and slowly disappeared from the eyes of the two people.

After Xiaoyu also stood up, the dark throne where the two were sitting slowly dissipated.

Xiaoyu looked at the place where Zhao Zheng disappeared, pursed her lips, and had inexplicable emotions in her eyes.

"Shadow Kitten."

She called softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Princess."

Shadow Kitten responded almost instantly. The Queen is always different. No matter whether Shadow Kitten is angry or happy, she always answers Xiaoyu's questions immediately.

Xiaoyu opened her mouth and finally shook her head: "It's okay."

She took off and headed for San Francisco.

The shadow kitten is beside Zhao Zheng. She knows that if she asks the shadow kitten, she will definitely know the answer based on her belief.

But Zhao Zheng never exposed the most mysterious side, so she didn't want to ask.

He can always find out when he can tell himself.

saint of order

Xiaoyu speeded up, and even a little golden light flashed, and disappeared in the Opera Village in an instant.

"That's about it."

Zhao Zheng's tone was slightly solemn: "There are two places, one place is predicted to be dark, and the other place is just pure danger."

"According to the characteristics of the diviner, we can roughly know the current situation." Zhao Zheng said thoughtfully: "Tara plans to revive more than two masks tonight, and Ximu is doing something in Austria."

"The devil is not pushed to the limit now, and order has been restored, so it is impossible for the devil to touch the history books."

"Daolong, we may have to go to Austria."

Daolong nodded and asked, "Is Sakura going to be that old guy?"

Zhao Zheng paused: "Not sure, but I will contact Master Chen, but... can you find the exact location of Ximu?"

Daolong frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "If it was the previous Ximu, then there would be no problem, but now Ximu has returned to the level of legendary magic. Under similar circumstances, it cannot be traced in a short time."

Zhao Zheng's eyes flashed solemnly, Ximu's recovery was a recovery of pure magic level, not a physical recovery.

This is very troublesome. Ximu's soul has the limitations of the immortal gods. His body recovery can be solved a little easier. With magic, he can do more things, such as shielding tracking, concealing fluctuations, etc.

"I'll contact Master Chen first, and you try to track Ximu." Zhao Zheng said and touched his ear.

A monocle full of technology appeared, and after taking a look at Daolong who was busy, Zhao Zheng began to make arrangements.

"Xiaoyu."

——

Austria.

As time goes by, Ximu's resurrection ritual gradually fluctuates, and many materials are distributed across this plain.

I vaguely remember that a long time ago, this place was still a forest.

Ximu looked up at the moonlight with some emotion, then lowered his head and continued to arrange the materials.

Shielding magic and various hidden magics have been arranged, and Ximu is forbidden in the sky. Now unless the strongest can sense it at close range, the fluctuations of this ceremony will only be exposed at the end.

I just hope that the current elves will not disappoint him and can exert their due effect.

"How are the preparations going?"

A slightly excited female voice sounded high in the sky, and Bazaar asked with some madness in her scarlet eyes.

"It's okay, but you have to remember what you promised." Ximu said helplessly.

"Don't worry, there are only four demons who have not opened the gate to hell now. According to your plan, only Bo Gang will be left in hell in the end."

Basha glanced into the void as she spoke: "As for Bo Gang, it doesn't matter. It's better without her."

At this time, Sao Feng's somewhat cold voice sounded, staring at Basha and said: "Our full recovery may bring about the return of the immortal gods, and it will not work without any one of them."

As he said that, he looked at Ximu and asked, "Besides, your plan may make even the gods crazy."

"So what?" A subtle electric arc flashed, and Zhongsu appeared in Ximu's field, but his voice did not decrease.

In Ximu's hidden magic and forbidden air realm, none of the powerful people currently able to move around can see through the existence inside.

"This damn fraudster betrayed first, and now this outcome is exactly what he should bear."

Zhongsu's scarlet eyes looked downward, and golden arcs of electricity circulated on his body, making him look even more violent.

Xiao Feng paused and did not refute, but said with some sadness: "Now, our strength is not the same, and staying together for warmth is the right solution."

"For the current world, our status is too high, otherwise the balance of the strongest level should be able to accommodate all demons except Curse Lan."

Ximu smiled and spread his hands: "It doesn't matter. After the elves are revived, the balance will continue to grow. As long as it reaches the root level, there will be no demon position."

Sao Feng turned his head and said in a serious tone: "Once you reach the source, you know, the gods may still be watching here."

"Damn it!"

Zhongsu interrupted angrily: "Where did these gods come from? According to the course of the world, we are the only upper limit!"

The other demons were silent. No demon knew this question, or no one knew how the gods appeared or where they came from.

In the demon's memory, the demon has always ruled the world. It can be said that the demon has seen the world's resurrection with his own eyes, and slowly became the existence of endless time and space.

But the appearance of the gods is very strange, just like a farmer looking at his farmland with great interest, and then in the blink of an eye, eight new farmers grow in the farmland.

That not only confuses the demons, but also confuses the world for a long time.

"Supernormal was born a million years ago."

At this time, a calm voice sounded, and the image of Zhulan also appeared in this demon gathering.

The rest of the demons looked over, and Zhulan took half a step more than them. Big Brother is always Big Brother, whether in hell or in reality.

Zhulan is always the only one who makes the demons convinced.

Even if they know the original trajectory, Zhulan abandoned them after coming out and went to the depths of the universe alone.

Then the demons will also lower their noble heads in front of Zhulan and listen to the opinions of the strong.

Zhulan ignored the gazes of many demons, but looked at the consciousness that had begun to recover below.

His voice was still calm, and even a hint of elegance could be heard: "And no one knows what happened a million years ago. I tried to merge with the black air and saw something."

Ximu paused, then calmly replied: "Gods are things that existed before our birth?"

Zhulan paused, glanced at Ximu, and his tone was still calm: "Yes, I don't understand the role they play, but what is certain is that the birth of the universe is more than a million years. Who is in control of the time before?"

"I didn't care about these things before, but the news brought back by the demon dragon made me care a lot. If the Zhulan who fled back here in a panic is really me, then it can only mean one thing, I found... something I can't accept."

Zhulan was silent for a while, and then said indifferently: "Of course, I don't think there is anything I can't accept."

Zhulan raised a hand as he spoke, and the scarlet of hell flowed in his hand, forming It became a pattern: "The truth of the world is nothing more than a few possibilities."

"God controls the extraordinary changes of the world?"

"God is the strongest in the last extraordinary era, and resurrected with the help of the yin and yang balance of this era?"

"It is even possible that they are extraordinary predators, watching the struggle of the demons with a smile, and finally ruthlessly turning the world into the end of the law, waiting for the arrival of the next extraordinary era."

"If our birth and our failure are all caused by the gods, then this kind of thing is horrifying, but it is not enough to make me lose my composure."

Zhu Lan's eyes became deeper and deeper: "I thought about it for a long time in hell. I have anticipated many very bad truths. I found that with my current mentality, if it is to develop into the original time trajectory, then there is only one possibility left."

The other demons frowned, and the wisdom erased by hell prevented them from thinking, and also prevented them from having the previous sharpness.

Zhu Lan calmly spit out five words: "The world is fake!"