hell.
"No"
The familiar lines cut through the scarlet of hell, attracting the attention of many demons.
Six demons, including Bo Gang, instantly appeared where the sound appeared, surrounding a transparent yellow dragon.
"The restrictions left by the immortal gods are too powerful. If it remains like this, we will not have any chance of success." Ximu, who rarely smiled, flapped his wings and looked at the Holy Lord and said.
Sao Feng answered solemnly: "There is no way, unless we return to the source, there is no way we can break free of that damn restriction."
Basha swung her azure tail, her delicate face full of unwillingness. She stared at the Holy Lord, and finally said nothing.
If she wanted to use the Holy Lord's Gate of Hell, she would need the Holy Lord to maintain the state of her soul, and the materials prepared by the Holy Lord earlier seemed to have closed this channel.
"Ha, I've said before that gods can do bad things. He can't accomplish anything. He can only live in the shadow of that variable forever." Zhongsu mocked irritably.
That variable is getting stronger and stronger, and the performance of the battle just now has made the demons in hell start to get anxious.
Their strength is indistinguishable. Except for Ximu, who is the most seriously injured, the rest of the demons are on average at the legendary level. Some attributes can surpass the existing balance, but they are always in balance.
Luo Qing's combat power at this time is almost equal to the balance of recovery. If this continues, they will always have shackles on them, but the enemy is constantly getting stronger. Maybe it is really coming back.
The voices of the demons around him made the Holy Master extremely irritated. The moment he heard the ridicule, he turned to stare at Zhongsu and roared angrily: "Shut up, you idiot."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in hell, and Zhongsu's face turned gloomy.
All around, wisps of thunder kept flashing, giving people a feeling of extreme danger.
After a demon meeting started two months ago, the demons tried their best to restrain their power so that they would no longer consume any energy. This extreme restraint made them uncomfortable.
Except for Ju Lan, Xiao Feng, and Xi Mu, who were absolutely rational, Basha could not help but lose control once, and after she was sent back, she continued to vent.
During this period, Zhongsu, who had the worst temper among the eight demons, never lost control at all.
And now, this damn fraudster, this useless piece of trash actually dares to scold himself? He should stay in this damn hell forever and become a slave forever!
boom!
Golden thunder appeared out of thin air and struck the Holy Lord's soul without hesitation.
"Ahhhhh"
Fierce screams resounded throughout the hell, causing the soul dragon to twist and roll in pain.
"Who allowed you to talk to me like this?" Zhongsu suppressed his anger and continued to increase the damage caused by lightning. Looking at the Holy Lord in pain in the thunder, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.
"Let me tell you in the capital city of God, opening the door to hell is what you should do. Two thousand years ago, we spent our few resources to send you out. This is your obligation. You are not using this to threaten me. s method!"
"Don't forget, you still have fire energy left in hell. If the door to hell is not opened for any of us, your fire energy will become the nourishment of this damn hell, and you will be disabled forever!"
Zhongsu said that the thunder had changed from gold to white, a trace of scarlet loomed from the white thunder, and a powerful aura of disaster began to spurt out.
If this were the outside world, then all living creatures would be looking for a place to hide and beg God for forgiveness.
Thunder, no matter what era it is in, has always represented the supreme criminal law and the wrath of heaven.
"Ahhhhh."
The Holy Lord kept wailing, but none of the five demons around him spoke to stop him. In fact, in the demon's heart, Zhong Su was right about this.
Is it really that easy to open the door to hell?
After fifty thousand years of erasure, fifty thousand years of continuous breaking of the seal, it was not until two thousand years ago that this hell was loosened. It was the joint efforts of the eight demons.
And this looseness can only reluctantly send a being out of the state. The too weak Ximu and the too strong Cursed Blue are not suitable. Only with the persuasion of the Holy Lord and the reason for dividing the authority, the demons agreed. Send the Holy Lord out.
After finally spending more energy to send this old man out, the reply he received was: His Holy Lord never talks about trustworthiness?
The sixth-ranked demon is still the sixth one. He would rather not have half of the fire power than let them out.
Can you not be angry about this?
Those are arrogant demons. Sao Feng, Xi Mu, and Ju Lan can talk to the Holy Lord calmly, and they are all existences with perfect tempers.
Time passed slowly, and when the Holy Lord was almost tortured, Ximu and Xiaofeng turned their attention to Curse Lan at the same time.
Julan nodded slightly and said calmly: "That's enough, Zhongsu."
Zhongsu's scarlet eyes turned sharply to Curse Blue, the thunder and lightning in his eyes continued to rage, and the aura of disaster became more and more frightening, even making the weakest Ximu couldn't help but take half a step back.
"Enough?" Zhongsu repeated these two words gently, and then became furious: "Why is it enough?"
"How much strength do you have left in Curse Lan now? Is it enough if you say enough is enough?"
"Fifty thousand years ago, if it weren't for your arrogance, would the God War have been advanced? Could those scum-like immortal gods have won so easily?"
"What are we to you?"
"Why do you say enough is enough?"
"Based on the original future, when you go out, you will completely ignore our life and death and escape by yourself? Where is your arrogance? Where is your arrogance?"
"I've had enough of this place, I've had enough of your hypocritical scum."
Zhongsu roared out of control, venting his dissatisfaction. He grabbed the Holy Lord's soul and strangled him tightly by the neck. The dragon of the soul was almost strangled into two pieces by his huge power.
Zhongsu roared with thunder: "Damn Shendu, when you get out, let me out immediately, do you hear me? I've had enough of that so-called plan, isn't it about order? Isn't it about time? When I get out, I will destroy this world and make everything..."
Buzz~
His angry roar suddenly stopped, and the strong electric light was suppressed to the surface of his body. A strong sense of crisis surged in his heart, even making him feel a little trembling.
"I said, enough is enough!"
The calmness in Ju Lan's tone was finally broken, and a very strange aura appeared on his body, making Ju Lan's more than seven-meter-long hair move without any wind.
Strong depression instantly enveloped the entire audience, and even the wailing of the Holy Lord stopped at this moment. The six demons present looked at Curse Lan in shock, their eyes complex and different.
Curse Lan turned to look at Zhong Su, the emotions in his eyes were gradually hidden, and he returned to his previous indifference: "I don't like too much noise."
Zhongsu was silent for a while, feeling that the weak field around him disappeared and he no longer lost control of his emotions.
He let go of the Holy Lord's soul, his eyes flashed with lightning, and he looked at Curse Lan with complicated eyes. After a long time, he said lightly: "I know."
The Holy Lord stared at Julan. He seemed to have forgotten the pain of being tortured by lightning just now, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "When?"
The other demons also stared at Cursed Lan, waiting for an answer, an answer that they couldn't believe.
They really didn't expect that the war between gods fifty thousand years ago was actually because of this. No wonder he didn't react at all to the fall of order. No wonder he didn't allow a real battle between demons. It turned out.
"The world is like a chessboard. Black energy holds the black chess, righteousness holds the white chess, and order is the referee and the rule."
Julan thought for a while and said calmly: "So I tried it. When there are no referees and rules, can I, the largest chess piece on the chessboard, merge with the chess player? Unfortunately, I failed, but this is true. Let my strength take half a step forward."
Curse Lan's calm words reminded the Holy Lord of the divine war fifty thousand years ago, and the other demons also thought of that divine war.
After the gods raided Bo Gang, they completely started the war between gods and demons, and their first target was the cursed blue above the bright moon.
With great fanfare, the gods went to heaven and conquered the moon with their righteous race.
At that time, the demons also wanted to go over to support, but they were held back due to various accidents or the powerful source of righteousness.
And just because Bo Gang was followed by Curse Lan, and the entire world has been under Curse Lan's control for countless years. His superior and silent attitude is actually very annoying to the devil, so in the end, only Sao Feng went to support him.
So Xiao Feng was sealed. It was an ambush, an ambush that the gods seemed to know that Curse Lan would not appear.
Sao Feng's life and death were uncertain, and Sao Feng's kingdom was wiped out when he went to support, and Curse Lan's actions before he showed up made the demons give up the idea of supporting them, and instead began to target the righteous race.
Everyone went crazy in the war between gods and demons, but the Holy Lord still remembered the scene where the gods stopped outside the bright moon.
I originally thought that the gods were too weak, but when I faced them, I discovered that every god was not much weaker than them, and almost all of them were at the same level.
And curse blue.
He was originally the strongest demon, and everyone was used to his strength, but they didn't expect that the collapse of order was the beginning of his real strength.
The demons looked at Curse Lan for a long time, then turned around and prepared to leave one by one. Curse Lan controlled the balance at that time, and later wanted to integrate himself into the balance.
They are either salted fish, or they think about eating all day long, or they think about expanding their territory and provoking war.
No one thought about the difference between chess and chess. After all, before Curse Lan implemented his plan, the gods did not jump out to provoke him at all. They were very cowardly.
The whole world belongs to their demons, who wants to go further?
Ximu's eyes flickered and he glanced at Julan, then turned around and walked towards Zhongsu, comforting the grumpy old man who had been directly slapped in the face with the same hatred.
"When are you going out?"
Curse Lan turned his head and looked at the Holy Lord calmly. The indifference in his eyes fluctuated slightly, and there seemed to be something else gestating in it.
The Holy Master turned his head and looked at Ju Lan with suppressed eyes. His emotions were very complicated and he was about to say something.
A voice interrupted his words and stopped the demon leaving the field.
In the scarlet of hell, Digui and the scene around him appeared. He held up a rectangular cube full of cracks in his hand, scratched his head and said:
"This gem seems to have been broken during the fight with Luo Qing. What should I do now?"
(End of chapter)
