Daolong paused and had no intention of pursuing him.
Even though the Holy Lord is in a state of soul and has almost nothing left, not everyone can resist the terrifying soul.
Didn't you see that the impact just now shattered the ancient protective magic he gave Luo Qing?
If one accidentally gets this thing into his body, the consequences will be disastrous!
Watching the Holy Lord walk away, Daolong turned around and asked, "Do you want to go back? The Holy Lord's soul has escaped, and it may be very uneasy recently."
A smile appeared on Luo Qing's face, and the remaining protective shield around him gradually dissipated. He said sincerely: "I will go back after I finish my work here."
Daolong paused, looked at Luo Qing expressionlessly, and finally threw out a few jade talismans before disappearing into the air as purple smoke filled the air.
Luo Qing took it and took a look, and his smile became more sincere. The new communication talisman, tsk, I guess Daolong has calculated it well, and he doesn't have anything to give as a gift.
Turning around, his smile disappeared. Luo Qing looked at Wa Long seriously. Is it true that he was worthy of destiny?
Even the Holy Lord somehow saved his life...
After thinking about it, Luo Qing stretched out a finger and began to outline it in the void. Silks of water vapor were driven to stay in the air, and special symbols gradually formed.
A trace of order emerged between heaven and earth, and a piece of yellow parchment gradually formed behind these symbols. The ancient atmosphere began to permeate, making people feel the weight of the years.
When the symbols were rubbed into the parchment, Luo Qing raised his hand, and the paper slowly floated to Wa Long.
"Sign it and you don't have to die." Luo Qing said lightly.
Valon raised his head fiercely and saw a familiar scene immediately, but the difference was that the Holy Lord's contract paper was as scarlet as blood, the kind that even the order paid great attention to.
Luo Qing's was heavy with time, but also gave people a strong sense of security, as if the most impartial being in the world was looking over.
Wallon's eyes instantly became complicated. Only then did he understand what the Holy Lord's contract represented. It was only a unilateral restriction on the person who signed the contract with the Holy Lord.
Walon gave a bitter smile, and without even looking at the contract content, he directly raised his hand and pressed it. The contract was completed!
Luo Qing waved his hand, and the two men in black robes standing next to Wa Long retreated tremblingly. It was obvious that they had not yet recovered from the shock.
"Cooperate well with the Taoist priests from now on." Luo Qing turned around, his body gradually becoming illusive: "Remember, if you have any betrayal in the future, you will be directly obliterated by the order."
The Taoist priest was a little disappointed, but he still turned around with a smile and extended his hand: "Mr. Valon, happy cooperation!"
Walong looked at the place where Luo Qing disappeared with a complicated expression. From now on, he, Walong, has become a loyal supporter of others...
“It’s a pleasure to work with you..”
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Dad's Antique Shop.
As soon as I got back here, my father who had not yet put away the dragon blood soil suddenly paused. Then the entire antique store lit up with a green light, and a faint roar came in. You could feel the anger and pain in it.
Chen Long and Xiaoyu looked at each other.
The next moment, Xiaoyu, who was tired, suddenly asked in horror: "I seem to have heard the voice of the Holy Lord again. Could it be that I am too tired and have auditory hallucinations? And my eyes are glowing green now. What are I looking at?" They are all green, so I must be hallucinating! Uncle Long, am I terminally ill?"
Chen Long slapped his face and said, "I saw it too, we can't get terminal illnesses together, right?"
Dad interrupted speechlessly: "The Holy Lord just ran out of hell. He wanted to invade Dad's antique shop but failed. Now he has escaped."
"That's good. I thought I had a terminal illness. It's scary!" Xiaoyu patted her chest and took a long breath. She almost died young.
"Wait a minute!" Chen Long was stunned, his face instantly turned pale (°Д°), and he was a little sluggish: "If magic is real, then Luo Qing..."
Dad's expression darkened, he stepped forward and patted Chen Long on the shoulder: "He doesn't want to become Dad's disciple."
"Is it really hopeless?" Chen Long asked in a difficult tone, recalling the young man who always had a gentle smile and had the same interests as him, he asked with some sadness.
"It depends on God's will..."
Suddenly, Dad's words were interrupted, and a bald man in black broke into the antique store: "Chen Long! What happened in San Francisco? Isn't magic fake?"
"It's Blake. You sit down first. The matter is a bit complicated. I'll explain it to you slowly." Chen Long comforted him with some lack of interest.
"Slow? Can't be slow. Do you know how many people were killed or injured just now? Now this city has become the focus of the world. I need to come up with a charter, otherwise there may be an international collision. After all, that dragon Xingxuying is not from our side." Blake was very anxious and kept pacing back and forth.
Chen Long and his father looked at each other with a bit of shock in their eyes. It seemed... it was indeed like this. In America, there always needs to be someone or a force to take the blame for whatever happens.
And the holy dragon's phantom seems to be able to represent something.
"Wait a moment..."
"Ahem, I heard that there is a shortage of people here. I want to come and take a look."
Perhaps as fate would have it, a simple and honest voice interrupted the increasingly anxious atmosphere in the venue.
Chen Long, Blake, Xiaoyu, and Dad turned their heads together and shouted almost in unison: "True?"
Tru, who was covered in bandages, scratched his head and said somewhat honestly: "Well, I feel like I have nowhere to go. At the same time, I feel that I should also know some things that you don't know..."
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San Francisco, FBI headquarters.
Brand, who was being mobilized to rescue the injured, was suddenly stunned. He felt as if he saw a dragon flying towards him, and then it disappeared.
"Brand, what are you doing standing there? Hurry up and leave. We are seriously short of manpower now." A white man next to him shouted anxiously to his companion.
Brand was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed a trace of scarlet, and he said calmly: "No, you can just go, I have more important things to do."
"Nothing is as important as what is happening now. If you don't go, you will definitely be punished. I won't care about you. I'll leave first." The white guy said hurriedly and ran out the door.
Brand...oh, no, the Holy Lord silently watched the people around him disappear one by one, with a surprised smile on his face.
He carefully searched the original memory, and the surprise in his eyes gradually became clear.
"Brand! What's wrong with you? Immediately! Immediately! Set off to save people!"
There was a roar, and then a fat middle-aged white man trotted in, looking at the Holy Lord with an angry face.
The Holy Master's eyes dimmed, and a flash of scarlet flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand, and blazing flames rose into the sky. The fat boss in front of him instantly turned to ashes without even letting out a scream.
The Holy Master glanced at the ashes and walked toward the door calmly.
He stretched out a hand and took out a golden badge from his arms to play with. A bright smile appeared on his face again. The flames flashed, leaving only a murmur.
"I didn't expect that this organization still exists..."
