Shenzhao groped his chin. Daolong didn't need help. It could be seen that he had been preparing for a long time.
Of course, Shen Zhao is eager for travelers to return. This will not only speed up the progress, but may also be able to test the strength of outsiders in the first batch.
By comparing the strength of those races with their inheritance, we may be able to estimate the current power of the gods.
Thinking about these things, Shen Zhao returned to the main hall on the first floor.
He looked at the statue of the Holy Lord for a long time and said: "I will let you out in three days."
The Holy Lord's scarlet eyes were bright. He looked at this strange yet familiar son, and his eyes were full of pressure, because he could sense that he might no longer be his opponent if he was so disabled.
But the monarch's pride did not allow him to surrender. He just looked at Shen Zhao quietly, his eyes gradually becoming complicated.
"You are excellent." The Holy Lord said, his eyes gradually dimmed. This was his inner evaluation of his son, a sincere evaluation.
"Perhaps you will think that I am despicable and dare not help you regain your strength and fight a fair fight, but the pictures in your brainwashing have already explained everything." Shen Zhao looked at the Holy Master's eyes that had completely dimmed and murmured.
Said: "The supernatural world is cruel, everything is written by the winner."
"Whether it's despicable or cowardly, I want to win." There was something hollow in Shen Zhao's scarlet eyes: "Keep winning!"
"As the Demon Lord, I can never lose!" Shen Zhao said and turned around.
A black-gold throne appeared from another space, and Shen Zhao walked up the stairs to the throne, as if he was becoming stronger little by little.
He turned around and sat down, murmuring firmly: "Not even once!"
Zhu Lin and Berg, who were studying runes in the room on the second floor, seemed to feel something. Their eyes unconsciously turned to the wall, as if they saw the monarch with firm eyes through several walls.
Their slight dissatisfaction with becoming dependents seemed to be gradually dissipating.
Time will not stop for anything. In this era of recovery, changes are happening every moment.
With the follow-up of Cat Man and the circulation of mermaids in the upper class, a fig leaf seems to have fallen off.
The human era has ushered in changes, extraordinary people are gradually being worshiped and sought after, and some special academies have also begun to come to the forefront.
These changes were completed in just two days, which has to be said that modern people have a strong ability to accept.
In the United States, they even want to establish diplomatic relations with cat people. Unfortunately, the cat people are worried about their king, and they only recognize Xiaoyu and Dad. No one else can enter the virgin forest, otherwise they will be scratched or even killed.
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But these are not what Shen Zhao cares about. After his mage informed him that the formation was ready, he turned his attention to the statue of the Holy Lord.
One-eighth of the task can be completed.
As if he felt something, the Holy Lord's eyes lit up crimson, and he looked at Shen Zhao quietly without saying anything.
A wave of space fluctuations flashed through, and the space was like a cloth cut by a blade, revealing a hint of darkness.
Shen Zhao reached in and fumbled around. When he took his hand back, thirty-two huge teeth floated in his hand.
The Holy Lord still watched this scene quietly, his eyes were very calm, and there was no anger or expectation as Shen Zhao imagined.
It's as if the things in Shen Zhao's hands have nothing to do with him.
Shen Zhao was also silent. The Holy Lord had certain feelings for the demon dragon, and after learning about the ancient deeds, Shen Zhao actually admired these monarchs.
Although in his opinion these monarchs may have some too much ambitions, this cannot deny their power and talent.
The floating divine power was used, and thirty-two teeth were neatly embedded into the mouth of the statue of the Holy Lord.
At this moment, just because of the return of a magic item, the black energy and righteousness of the entire world became restless.
The black energy showed the same enthusiasm as when it saw Xiaoyu, rushing to rush into the body of the Holy Master.
Perhaps because Shenzhao has been causing trouble, Heiqi is not even as friendly to Shenzhao as Daolong, and the statue in front of him is his true son.
The physical body of the Holy Lord in front is gradually becoming fleshy. Although the Holy Lord has nothing now, his power is still beyond Shen Zhao's imagination.
The scale of balance fell directly from 37 to 19. This is just an increase in teeth. You can imagine the power of the Holy Lord.
At this moment, all forces from all sides turned their attention to this side.
Dad's Antique Shop.
Xiaoyu, who was learning magic with her father, paused, and a wave of righteousness slowly appeared on her body.
This also attracted Dad and Tohru, who immediately gave up the magic in their hands and looked at Xiaoyu with concern.
And Dad also felt something. He stretched out his palm, and a Tai Chi diagram was slowly rotating in his hand. On the Tai Chi diagram, almost the entire area was black, with only him and a flower standing on the top of the righteousness.
pressure.
Dad's eyes did not look at himself, but at the top of the black air. In addition to the simple dragon head, there was a flaming oriental dragon pattern.
"The Holy Lord has revived!" Dad murmured, looking at Xiaoyu. It seemed that the breakdown of balance caused the Saint to awaken passively.
But this is the legendary demon king, the Saint. Is it really possible?
Xiaoyu, who was stunned, was also a little confused at the moment: "Why did you come out?"
"I feel absolute darkness. It seems that heaven and earth will not allow her to make any trouble at this moment." The tone of the Saint Seiya was very solemn, and she could feel who had revived.
That was the monarch who once made her fearful.
"Who is revived?" Xiaoyu asked curiously.
"Fire Demon. Holy Lord!" the Saint said solemnly.
"Just revive when you revive. Anyway, he and the demon dragon will definitely fight. In the end, there will only be one left, no different from before." Xiaoyu said in a somewhat indifferent tone.
"Uh, what's going on?" Sheng Douyu was obviously interested.
"The demon you fought with last time was the son of the Holy Lord. He took the twelve talismans of the Holy Lord as his own." Xiaoyu finished the story very briefly.
Suddenly the Saint's interest became even greater: "Then the Holy Master can't teach that boy a lesson? How about we go and watch the battle?"
These words instantly struck Xiaoyu's heart. Without any hesitation, Xiaoyu directly agreed: "Okay, wait until I find a chance to sneak out."
"It's too troublesome. How about I get up and run out? This old man can't stop me." The Saint said enthusiastically.
At this moment, Xiaoyu felt that the Saint's words were all in her heart. It would be difficult for her to escape by herself. It would be much better if the Saint came.
With such a powerful force, Dad and the others shouldn't be that worried, right?
"Hurry, hurry, hurry." Xiaoyu agreed directly.
As a result, a powerful white light erupted from Xiaoyu's body. Under the shocked eyes of his father, he rushed out of the antique store in an instant. The speed did not even allow his father to react.
"Oops~ The Saint Seiya has awakened, Chen Long, let's chase him quickly." Dad shouted and walked quickly outside.
Tohru, who had no sense of presence, followed closely. Chen Long outside the door was also shocked. What was passing by his eyes?
After hearing his father's words, the broom in his hand turned into powder with a bang, and the ground beneath his feet cracked. He instantly crashed through the door of his father's antique shop and chased directly in the direction that the white light had passed.
When Dad arrived at the door, he stopped and said, as if thinking of the previous encounter, "True is at home looking after the store."