Rumble~
A strong buzzing sound sounded, and the huge monkey mountain continued to rise into the sky as the two looked at each other, as if it was completing some kind of ritual.
Dad's lips moved slightly, and green light illuminated his whole body, causing his body to slowly levitate.
The Holy Master looked at his father with a dazed look in his eyes, but the next moment, the huge stone monkey in the middle slowly took his hands away, and a thick purple-black beam of light instantly struck his father.
Dad didn't have any intention of confronting the enemy head-on. He lifted his body straight up and flew higher into the sky.
The light emitted from the stone monkey's mouth swept across the earth, and there was an instant silence in the jungle where there were still a few insects.
Not to mention that the stone monkey slowly raised his head, the thick purple-black light beam followed the path of his father and cut through the night sky, cutting through some dark clouds and making the Monkey Valley completely silent.
Dad's eyes were full of solemnity, and he began to mutter: "The monsters and ghosts leave quickly."
The righteousness between heaven and earth began to gather. The resurrection of the Necromancer and the appearance of Monkey Mountain still filled the vacancy of the Shadow Jade.
At this moment, Dad felt that the new magic, which was a bit unfamiliar at first, was much smoother, and even the flying speed was slightly accelerated.
The father looked at the Holy Lord, quickly lowered the flying height, and rushed towards the Holy Lord almost close to the purple-black light pillar.
The aura of justice in the dried puffer fish in his hand continued to gather, giving the Holy Master a depressing feeling.
The Holy Master looked at his father's approach and couldn't help but take a step back.
Buzz~
This step seemed to trigger something. The huge monkey mountain buzzed, and then the two monkeys on both sides, Don't Look and Don't Listen, slowly let go of their hands.
In an instant, four purple light pillars intertwined with each other, sprayed out from Shihoushan's ears and eyes, and surrounded Dad.
The father's eyes narrowed slightly, and he put his free hand into his small satchel and took out a dried lizard. The magic power of justice in his body fluctuated slightly, and his body began to flicker.
Buzz~
Unexpectedly, the magic power arrived first, and the two beams of light penetrated directly through Dad's flashing body and rushed high into the sky.
The father's body flickered, and he tried his best to twist his body away. His downward trend continued unabated and he looked at the Holy Lord. The aura of justice on the dried pufferfish became more and more terrifying.
The look in the Holy Lord's eyes was a bit incomprehensible. A trace of heat began to rise in his body, and he stared closely at his father as he approached.
Following the non-seeing magic power, the other two non-listening magic powers were intertwined with each other, flying in the corresponding direction according to the amplitude of Dad's flight.
It was like two graceful arcs meeting in the air and colliding violently.
It seems that Dad's magic can only be defended once. This time, the disobedient magic bombarded Dad directly.
There was no physical repel, and the powerful magic directly deprived Dad of his sense of hearing, turning his world into silence.
But there was a smile on the father's face, because now, the father was less than a hundred meters away from the Holy Lord.
A powerful aura of justice began to erupt, and magic specifically targeted at demons was used. The emerald green light enveloped everything, seeming to stop the stone monkeys left behind by the Holy Blood Wizard for a moment.
Dad's smile gradually grew stronger, and he could see that the green light had gradually enveloped the Holy Lord. It seemed that this serious troubler would be thrown into hell at any time.
But the next moment, the smile on Dad's face froze.
Because the Holy Lord's body was changing rapidly at this moment, gradually becoming a magician he had never seen before, and the magician took a step back unbearably, fell to the ground, raised a hand in front of his eyes, and said loudly Shouting: "No, don't come over. Ahhhhhhh"
Is this a ploy? when? What about the Holy Lord?
Before the thoughts in Dad's mind could fully arise, a hot breath hit him from behind instantly. Before Dad could react, he was directly hit by the powerful flames and hit the Monkey Mountain heavily.
Buzz~
Violent tremors flashed in the void, and the powerful magic rewind left by the two holy blood wizards, Bu Shuo and Bu Kan, bombarded Dad the moment he hit the stone mountain.
Buzz~
At this moment, Dad's hearing, sight, and sound were all deprived, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The pungent blood and severe pain were the only things Dad could feel.
The indifferent Holy Lord walked out of the void and looked at the embarrassed father with a faint smile on his face.
"You are just an archmage. Besides restraining magic, what else can you do?"
A mocking voice came out of his mouth. The Holy Master approached his father step by step. With a wave of his hand, his body was slowly swallowed up by the stone mountain, leaving only his head outside.
After doing this, thoughts appeared in the eyes of the Holy Lord, and he murmured in a low voice: "Seize the human race Archmage, this test is a bit too specific, Holy Blood"
He sat cross-legged not far from his father, closing his eyes and feeling something. He needed to find out whether the holy blood had any back-up, and he also needed to receive the magic power and the inheritance of the holy blood after the test.
This all takes time. As for how he deceived his father's eyes
The Holy Lord has now returned to being a magister, and the magic he learned is what Ximu left behind. For him, a series of magic such as substitutes, position exchanges, and aura concealment are not difficult.
After hearing a series of noises, the fallen mage put down his arm that was blocking his eyes and looked at the sky in shock.
Thinking of something, he looked back with some trembling. When he saw the Holy Lord sitting cross-legged and his father who was motionless with only his head exposed, he quickly looked away without any movement at all. Looking at the quiet jungle below.
Now this demon is so scary, he seems to have guessed everything in advance.
Then the magician became a little excited, the demon became more and more powerful, and there seemed to be real hope of returning to the dark age. This has always been the ideal of their brotherhood——
Fengdu, cruise ship.
In the special reception room, Xiaoyu was looking at the scenery outside the window boredly, listening to Chen Long and Wang Fan chatting.
She didn't know why she felt so panicked now, as if something bad had happened.
"Mr. Chen, you know the current situation in the world. Do you have any interest in returning to China for development? We really lack talents like you."
Wang Fan's words were a little cautious. Since the magic was made public, various sects in famous mountains and rivers have actually received invitations for a long time.
It's just that extraordinary beings are all arrogant, and each of them has his own inheritance of at least a thousand years, and each of them only has the title of consultant at most.
For example, Shaolin and Luode Temple can go to the government to select people as disciples, but they are unwilling to devote themselves to it, which once caused Wang Fan and other senior officials a headache.
Having their own top power is already considered the most urgent thing for all the major forces.
After all, as long as anyone with eyesight can understand now, magic is the future.
But now, the world's most powerful righteous mage and that powerful young man are both Chinese, so of course they are greedy.
"Feel sorry."
Touch~
Before Chen Long finished speaking, an unusual sound interrupted his words. He turned his head and immediately saw Xiaoyu hurriedly walking out of the boat, with a worried look on her little face.
"Xiaoyu, where are you going?" Chen Long stood up quickly, walked towards Xiaoyu and asked.
bump!
What answered him was the sound of the reception room door closing. Chen Long quickly opened the door, but there was no one at the door. He raised his head slightly and could vaguely see an orange figure fading away from the deck.
Chen Long opened his mouth and returned to the conference room feebly.
"This is."
"I'm used to it." Chen Long waved his hand and interrupted Wang Fan's words: "As for coming back to develop, I'm sorry, I will listen to my father on this matter. Let's talk about it after he comes back."
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Gar, desert.
The desert is cold at night, and its temperature difference between day and night is huge, but this is nothing to the figures on the two thrones.
The silence on the field had lasted for a while. Luo Qing's question seemed to stump the undead mage in front of him. Even if he couldn't see the face under the hood, Luo Qing could feel its deep thoughts.
The night wind slowly brought up a little yellow sand, trying to cover the eyes of the creatures. This is a characteristic of the desert, but it had no effect on the two undead creatures.
Necromancer Orr raised his head slightly and leaned against the Bone Throne. Its voice seemed to have never sounded in reality.
Those hoarse, unpleasant words rang directly in Luo Qing's mind.
"Find the world of the dead. I have been looking for it and want to be crowned king."
The intermittent expression of consciousness represents that the cold necromancers hardly communicate with any living beings, but their amazing learning ability makes their words gradually become fluent.
"The world of the dead has been shattered. You don't know it. Other necromancers must have looked for it. It would have been repaired long ago." Luo Qing thought for a while and said.
"I know, no, they are all imitators, and I am the last one." Orr's hoarse tone seemed to be filled with emotion. Forty thousand years ago, there were very few existences that could be noticed by the necromancer.
After all, whether they are elves, angels, or humans, in the eyes of the necromancer, they are just material.
When the undead world is strong and the natural disasters of the undead begin, a necromancer can really fight against a clan.
Luo Qing nodded and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It would be fine if he didn't have one. A necromancer would have exceeded the standard. If there were more, that would be outrageous.
"In other words, your goal is to find the broken world of the dead and repair it, right?" Luo Qing said with a hint of gentleness on his face.
Al looked at Luo Qing and suddenly felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. He just nodded calmly without refuting or answering.
"In the battle between gods and demons, planes were shattered one by one. The world of the dead, which ranks among the top among many planes, is the first to bear the brunt. If you are the only one who wants to repair it, it may be difficult, or even impossible." Luo Qing said gently. He said with a hint of certainty in his tone.
"Don't be afraid, keep looking." Al asked calmly: "What is your purpose?"
Luo Qing looked at Orr gently, and his tone became friendly: "Mr. Orr, in your heart, what kind of existence is the Saint of Order?"
Al was a little confused, but still answered with a hoarse voice and some abnormal sentences: "You are nosy, you are crazy."
Luo Qing paused and shook his head slightly: "Mr. Orr, you are wrong. I don't think I need to say more about what the order represents, and the saints belong to the order. In the records, why are the saints always provoking wars and stopping wars? Spend time?”
Without waiting for Orr's answer, Luo Qing explained to himself: "Because of the need for order, the world always needs a balance of yin and yang, but one cannot be allowed to be blindly powerful. It needs a healthy balance."
"And the saints of order are the maintainers of balance. If the world is damaged, we are repairing it. If the balance is unhealthy, we are also repairing it."
"So in the era when the Saints were around, although the world was controlled by the eight empires, it never had a tendency to collapse. And when the Holy Lord destroys the order, I think you already know what will happen to the world."
Luo Qing took a deep breath as he spoke. He stood up, and the Throne of Order behind him disappeared into the void.
He looked sincerely at the powerful necromancer in front of him and said seriously: "So, if Mr. Orr wants to repair the necromantic world, then we are on a united front."
There was a trace of confusion in Orr's eyes. Are those madmen of the Saints of Order so great? So why aren’t there any positive records about the Saints of Order?
Aren't they a group of robbers? Or is this saint deceiving himself? Not sure, check again.
As if he felt Orr's doubts, the sincerity on Luo Qing's face was clearly visible. He walked slowly in the desert and asked softly: "Mr. Orr, do you have doubts?"
"Human race, I can't believe it. You are very weird." Orr nodded slightly and said in a hoarse tone.
In the darkness under its hood, two groups of scarlet soul fire appeared, staring closely at the saint in front of them, trying to find some traces of deception.
A strong sense of voyeurism came over him. This was very impolite behavior. Luo Qing frowned, but then a smile appeared on his face.
He shook his head slightly and let Tongshu watch, and said confidently: "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. Mr. Orr, you should know the contract of order, right?"
Al nodded, and this time there was confirmation in his hoarse voice: "I know, I can't violate it."
The smile on Luo Qing's face became more sincere. He raised his hand gently, and an orange contract appeared in his hand: "We can sign the contract. As long as the contract is signed, then none of us can violate it. When the time comes, we will Let’s talk about cooperation in detail.”
"Cooperation?" Orr was confused for a while. Why did he cooperate? What we are talking about now is not about our respective purposes. Let’s see if there is any conflict and resolve it? Have you promised any cooperation?
"Yes, cooperation!" Luo Qing nodded and said calmly:
"Mr. Orr wants to repair the world of the dead, and the Saint of Order aims to repair the entire world, so we can sign a contract. You will not destroy the existing order, and the saint will help you repair the world of the dead."
Luo Qing looked at Orr and said in a sincere tone: "This is a win-win situation, right? Mr. Orr!"
Al subconsciously groped for the black staff in his hand. His mind that had been sleeping for thirty thousand years was a little stuck. He nodded in confusion: "That's right. It's just that"
Luo Qing interrupted Orr's conscious voice transmission and said in a sincere tone: "Mr. Orr, in fact, we are not in a hurry about our cooperation. I want to ask you a question."
Hearing Luo Qing use the honorific title, Al subconsciously followed his words and answered: "What's the problem?"
Luo Qing raised his head with some emotion, and casually crossed the void. Chains of order appeared in his hand and made a pleasant collision sound.
"Three months ago, that is, a season ago, the magic concentration of the world reached a high level. Such a damaged world was quickly repaired due to the resurrection of the saints."
"This is enough to show the importance of the Saints of Order to the world. We only obey orders, and the only purpose of Order is to maintain the balance of Yin and Yang."
"This is similar to Mr. Orr's persistence and equality."
Luo Qing suddenly lowered his head and looked at Al very seriously, his tone was solemn and quick:
"Mr. Orr, if you become a saint, you will be completely one of your own. You don't have to worry about being deceived and betrayed by your own people, and you will get the most sincere help from the Order Saints of the entire world. After all, While the saints may not have that good of a reputation in the records, you can’t deny the unity of the saints.”
"so."
Luo Qing continued to move forward and was already within fifty meters of the Necromancer. He put away the orange contract very sincerely and summoned a golden contract from the void.
He said sincerely: "Mr. Orr, become a Saint of Order! You will get everything you want."
Orr:.? ? ?
If it remembered correctly, they were talking about signing the orange contract just now, right? No, no, aren't they talking about their respective purposes?
Why does it now look like it wants to cooperate with the Saints of Order, but this young man is not happy and is trying to persuade it to join the Saints of Order?
At this moment.
Al felt that his brain, which had not thought for 30,000 years, was itchy, as if something was about to grow, or something was about to burn!
(End of chapter)
