Eagle Country, Stonehenge, underground base.
The Holy Master sat on the throne with a pale face. He raised his right hand in silence and looked at the young dragon soul curled up in his palm, his eyes full of gloom.
Da da da.
The sound of fingertips tapping the armrest of the throne sounded, adding a touch of depression to this dark hall.
"Ximu. God. Evil spirit" whispered murmurs from the Holy Master's mouth. As his face gradually returned to ruddy color, he also slowly hid his expression.
Anger is always temporary. Anyone will be angry when they see their heir die tragically.
But the devil is not that easy to truly die. He gently raised his hand, and the dragon soul curled up in a ball in his right hand slowly floated forward.
Huge flames were outlined crazily in the air, and the magic power between heaven and earth began to gather.
The flame gradually condensed into a golden egg, floating in mid-air.
The demon dragon was originally a creature he created with his own flesh and blood, and even the flames of the world were divided into him.
Although his role is now decreasing, it does not prevent the Holy Lord from continuing to revive him with a trace of emotion that has been with him for a long time.
When the golden dome took shape, traces of black lines began to spread on the eggshell.
The Holy Master watched the changes in the dome without saying a word. This is the origin of Ximu and the gods. He hopes that during the stage of re-gestating the body, it can completely become his own.
He waved his hand, and the endless flames gathered again, and the golden flame formation surrounded the dome and slowly merged into the ground.
This time the Demonic Dragon's legendary peak was wiped out, and everything had to be started over again, which was a serious blow.
"My child, it's not easy to stand alone. I hope you can grow up after this failure."
The Holy Lord murmured, his eyes completely calm.
The growth of that evil spirit made him feel a sense of familiarity.
It seems that in a very distant era, those saints were also like this. They improved crazily in the blink of an eye, to the point that even the eight empires felt uneasy.
Order is being restored, the world is recovering, the devil
"Shendu, when will the next door open?"
Sao Feng's voice sounded, causing the Holy Master's eyes to fluctuate after he had completely regained his composure.
His entire human body suddenly became depressed: "I worked hard to save you in the world, but you gave me endless restraints and killed my child at the same time, Sao Feng, I need an explanation!"
A big purple toad appeared in front of the Holy Lord. It was just a projection, but it gave people a very ethereal feeling, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time.
"I know everything about Shendu. If you lose, you lose. It's just that he can't beat Ximu. You should be open to it." Sao Feng said calmly: "This is the devil's game rule, Bazaar's business. Isn’t it also a result?”
It's just a defective product. He has brought back some news about the future and has fulfilled his role.
When were the eight demons not trying to trick each other? In the distant past, you would be embarrassed to say you were a devil if you didn't fight a few times within a hundred years.
Ximu didn't come out just to take care of the Holy Lord's emotions. After all, the Holy Lord's status at this time is irreplaceable!
The Holy Lord took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. A smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I know, I will open the door to hell."
Xiao Feng looked at the expression of the Holy Lord, remained silent for a moment, and then said: "Facts have proved that the current human world cannot be controlled by broken demons. The loopholes in the gods of the gods and Ximu have not disappeared. You should understand what I mean."
The Holy Lord's smile slowly dissipated, and he suppressed his anger and said, "I said, I can open the door to hell. Don't you understand?"
Sao Feng and the Holy Master looked at each other. After a long time, his eyes softened and said, "I still remember the magic of summoning the dependents. This is my aid to you."
The Holy Master paused and looked at Sao Feng expressionlessly. After a long time, he nodded without rejecting.
"It has nothing to do with you in the first place."
——
The future, the cliff, the castle.
A young man wearing a black casual suit and a monocle paused, and a green liquid under his precision instrument quickly began to wither because of this pause.
Next to him, a golden ball exuding absolute disaster was stunned for a moment, and its cold blue eyes looked at the young man. Scarlet lines on its body kept lighting up, covering the entire ball almost instantly.
A strong sense of uneasiness began to spread, and even formed a wisp of gray catkins in the air, as if the world was declining.
The young man adjusted his monocle with a gentle smile on his face, stretched out his hand to touch the ball, and said helplessly: "I didn't mean to do it. I'll make it up tomorrow. Be obedient."
Yuan Qiu was still staring at him, and in addition to indifference, there seemed to be a hint of resentment in his eyes.
"Okay, okay, it's just one day late and I'm still hungry, so let's do it." The young man said and waved his hands, a clicking sound appeared in the air, and the chains wrapped the ball and slowly escaped into the void.
After doing this, the young man smiled gently and walked out of the castle slowly.
Some pictures that did not belong to him kept appearing in his memory. The smile on his face became gentler, and his whole person looked like a scholar.
He said helplessly: "Okay, you can't scare me, you are so childish."
As soon as he finished speaking, a girl in black clothes slowly appeared in the void behind her. She muttered boringly: "It's like this every time, can't you just pretend?"
"Your Majesty the Princess!"
A loud shout of surprise appeared, and a red lolita exuding a powerful aura appeared and pounced on the girl with a face full of surprise.
A smile appeared in Xiaoyu's eyes, and she opened her arms to hug the little bloody loli.
"Xueyi, why don't you grow up?" Xiaoyu rubbed Xueyi's delicate face and sighed.
"Because Your Majesty the Princess likes it." Xue Yi said with a smile, and there was a trace of loss deep in his eyes. She is a ghost, how can she grow up? She has been forever fixed in that military force.
Xiaoyu noticed that little emotion and smiled gently: "That's right, I like blood clothes the best."
The trace of disappointment in Xueyi's eyes immediately disappeared. She hugged Xiaoyu's neck and said affectionately: "I also like the princess crown most!"
Buzz~
Huge order fluctuations suddenly began to spread at this moment, and the sound of rattling chains appeared. A disk that had basically recovered cast its eyes down, staring at the girl silently, without any emotion in it.
The gentleness in young Luo Qing's eyes did not change at all, his eyes turned black and white, and he raised his hand gently.
Buzz~
The sky turned dark at this moment, a sacred aura slowly emerged from his body, and many evil ghosts emerged behind him, making people feel strong despair like thousands of troops.
Holiness and disaster appeared in one person at the same time, and there was a huge sense of separation, like the legendary evil god.
Luo Qing smiled, stretched out his hand, and powerful divine power and evil spirits rushed into the sky at the same time, shrouding the entire world in darkness.
The evil ghost spun crazily, slowly forming a pure black formation, and pressed down instantly.
The Order Disk, which made people feel trembling, slowly shifted its indifferent and vast gaze to him.
The black and white Holy Robe of Order appeared on his body at this moment, and his temperament instantly changed to a vast and solemn one.
He waved his hand violently, and a divine chain of order instantly penetrated a powerful evil spirit, and the majestic power of the evil spirit began to flow out.
There was a sudden explosion like a roar from hell, but it was slowly wiped out by the power of order.
Luo Qing Tai Chi's holy eyes of order looked at the order quietly.
a long time.
The huge disc of order slowly merged into the air without any ripples.
"Okay, it's okay."
The costumes on Luo Qing's body slowly disappeared, and the evil spirits that formed the formation instantly collapsed, turning into endless black energy and pouring into his body.
The soft sun in the sky also shines on the earth again.
"Is it true that nothing will happen to you if you do this?" Xiaoyu put the bloody clothes on her shoulders and looked at the direction in which the huge will disappeared. She was a little surprised: "It always feels a little unreliable. Are you deceiving the sky? "
Luo Qing looked back at Xiaoyu and smiled gently: "It's okay. It hasn't fully recovered yet. It's fine just like this. Don't you see that black energy and righteousness don't respond to it either?"
Xiaoyu's big eyes were wandering around, and she suddenly hugged Xueyi down, said something in her ear, then touched Xueyi's head, and slowly disappeared under her reluctant and reluctant eyes. In the void.
A smile appeared on Xiaoyu's face, looking at Luo Qing, who seemed to be always gentle, waving his hand, two emerald green balls appeared, and a scene suddenly appeared.
That was a young man with a red face, very similar to the young man across from him. The only difference was his youthful and calm temperament, and the height difference of ten centimeters.
".elder sister."
The boy's face was red and he murmured. You could tell at a glance that he was an innocent boy, and he made you feel the beautiful atmosphere of youth.
Another picture showed the whole process of the boy transforming into a girl. He kept adjusting his voice and said: "Hello. My name is Chen Xiaoyu."
Xiaoyu stared at Luo Qing without blinking, trying to see something different in his eyes.
But she was destined to be disappointed. Luo Qing's eyes were still gentle, but the eyes under the monocle gradually became darker.
The smile on his face became more sincere. He stared unblinkingly at Xiaoyu, whose dressing style was very similar to his own, and asked softly: "Do you like me to call you sister? It's not impossible."
Xiaoyu was stunned and looked at Luo Qing with a confused look in his eyes. What's going on? It's different from what he expected. He should be embarrassed at least, right? Isn’t this a dark history full of shame?
While thinking wildly, Xiaoyu suddenly looked at the young man. Seeing the gloom in his eyes, Xiaoyu's expression froze.
Why is this different from what was expected?
"Then the misbehaving sister should be punished?"
Luo Qing's monocle gradually merged into the void, his eyes met the somewhat panicked Xiaoyu, he walked towards her calmly and asked gently.
Xiaoyu: Don’t come over here.
Without even thinking about it, she turned around with a red face, and a shadow surged on the ground, swallowing her up in an instant.
The smile on Luo Qing's face gradually disappeared, and the silver single eye reappeared, silently looking at the sky
The usual gentle temperament was gone, replaced by a trace of loneliness, like a lonely painter who stopped and looked at the beautiful scenery that only he could appreciate.
Is it a human, a ghost, or... a god!
"Does my choice really matter?"
A murmur appeared and was blown away by the wind. A throne appeared behind Luo Qing. He played with a black bone ring, his eyes gradually becoming confused.
(End of chapter)
