Demon Xiaolong's eyes became even more gloomy. He couldn't help but look back, and his gloominess gradually turned into anger.
How dare this lowly evil spirit dare!
It’s okay to defeat him with a charm, and you can tolerate taunting him, but you still have a girl in your arms during the fight. Doesn’t it mean that you don’t take his devil dragon seriously?
He is a noble devil!
The devil dragon became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and his speed became faster and faster, the moment he rushed out of the water.
Boom!
He suddenly stopped and collided with the water flow he was driving. The flames on his body exploded and he slammed back decisively.
"Look at me!"
A female voice sounded, with a strong sense of excitement. The demon Xiaolong was stunned, and an inexplicable uneasiness rose in his heart.
Before he could figure out the source of his uneasiness, a strong sense of crisis enveloped his whole body.
Immediately below the sea surface, a thick beam of light struck instantly, and the demon dragon's eyes were horrified: "Dragon explosion?"
Boom!
Before he finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly dented the sea area, and the demon dragon flew backwards into the sky without any ability to fight back, leaving only a burnt smell in the air.
"Hey, I've wanted to play with it for a long time, but unfortunately I never had the chance!" Xiaoyu said excitedly, stretching out the evil spirit shield with one hand, feeling the flow of water, and her eyes were filled with joy.
Luo Qing looked up and said helplessly, "Although the Dragon Talisman is very powerful, my evil spirit's sight has also been wiped out, and I can't find him now."
Xiaoyu was stunned and stuck out her tongue, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"It's okay. The devil can't be killed. The most I want to do is see if I can seal him. It will be the same next time." Luo Qing looked up at the sky, his eyes thoughtful. He seemed to have felt the breath of another time and space just now<
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Is it hell?
Who is in contact with the devil Xiaolong? This plot is becoming increasingly difficult to understand.
Xiaoyu was so happy that she immediately hugged Luo Qing's waist, buried her head in his arms and said, "You are so kind, if Uncle Long would definitely say yes to me."
"Of course, we are best friends." Luo Qing smiled and suddenly paused, scratching his head helplessly, "How do we go back? Why don't we fly slowly?"
Xiaoyu looked around and didn't see the elf, but she didn't care much and said enthusiastically, "Of course, I also want to see the killer whales. I heard they are very friendly. Can you take me with you?"
I’ll go.”
Luo Qing looked around and said helplessly, "Okay, but they may not like my approach, but I can catch one and let you play with it for a while."
——
High in the sky, behind a cloud.
"You seem to have a bad relationship with the Saint of Order?" Ximu's projection appeared, looking at the embarrassed Xiaolong and saying with interest.
"What a bullshit Saint of Order, he's just a lowly evil spirit!" Demon Dragon said angrily, his tattered body also recovering rapidly.
"Despicable" Ximu murmured these two words, raised his head and said with a smile, "It was indeed despicable fifty thousand years ago, but it is not necessarily the case now. The upper limit of the evil spirit race is the king, and the king in the Age of Ending Law is the sky."<
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A trace of disdain flashed in Demon Xiaolong's eyes, and he said calmly, "Uncle Eighth, don't talk about these useless things. I am still very interested in the cooperation you mentioned. Why don't you talk about this first?"
Ximu said with a smile, "Originally, I wanted you to join Order, but you seem a little unhappy now."
Demon Xiaolong did not hide his contempt at all, and said indifferently, "What value does a thing that has been dismantled by an old guy have to be worth taking refuge in?"
The emotion in Ximu's eyes gradually became incomprehensible, and his tone was a little brisk, "Since you don't want to, there is another way."
The devil dragon came and asked "What can I do?"
Ximu looked around and whispered, "The immortal gods once sealed us into this Jedi land. This seal is not just a seal. Even if we get out, the hell will always mark us."
His tone gradually became strange as he spoke, "And this kind of mark is not ordinary. It is composed of part of the devil's origin and the god's origin. The two forces gradually formed a balance over a long period of time and were no longer affected by the devil or the gods."
God’s control.”
There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the demon dragon. The devil-level origin also added the god's origin. Why didn't you hear the old guy mention it?
Ximu seemed to see his doubts and said with a smile, "The origin of the gods restricts our approach, but it gives all the same things the ability to seal us."
"For example, in your father's city of gods, any long sword combined with a unique magic spell can send him to hell, and the reason for all this is the source of the god's token!"
Seeing the greed in the eyes of the demon Xiaolong, the smile on Ximu's face became more sincere, "As long as you gather the demonic energy in the eight gods' tokens, you can have the power of a king. By then, in this era, you will be the sky!"<
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"What do I need to pay? Or what do you want me to do?" Demon Xiaolong barely suppressed his greed and asked calmly, "I don't believe Uncle Ximu that you will tell me this unconditionally."
Ximu's face was still gentle, and his tone seemed casual, "Of course there are conditions. As long as you help me kill Santa Claus and remove the angel's body from the North Pole."
The greed in the eyes of the devil Xiaolong was completely hidden: "Of course, this is as it should be."
——
Christmas space.
The Holy Lord threw out a flame whip with a gloomy look, and the old man on the opposite side instantly released a green beam of light. The two collided and disappeared.
He couldn't help but look at the bloody barrier. It had been almost ten minutes. With the speed of the demon dragon, it should have been hidden five minutes ago, but the aura of Santa Claus has not disappeared yet!
The most important thing is that this old man's magic power is so profound. This is simply not something that a magician can do!
It's as if the whole world is giving him magic power, causing his magic power to be inexhaustible.
The father was also panting slightly and looked at the Holy Lord with solemn eyes. After more than ten minutes of magic exchange, the Magister should have fallen down. Can this Holy Lord be said to be the source of the devil?
"Sir, you're ready!"
At this time, a roaring sound broke the deadlock.
Dad's eyes lit up, and the mantra in his mouth instantly sounded: "Go away, monsters, go away, go away, go away"
The surrounding righteousness fluctuations suddenly gathered, and a special breath gradually spread. It was a breath aimed at the soul, making all the creatures present unable to help but retreat.
The Holy Lord's eyes changed and he looked deeply at his father. How does this old man know so many restraint magics?
But then he reacted, waved his hand, and the blood-colored shield that blocked the space suddenly shattered, and snowflakes as big as feathers fell in the sky again, rapidly lowering the temperature in the field.
Without any hesitation, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared behind him. He transformed into flames and turned into a hundred-meter-long giant dragon, which instantly broke through the Christmas space and disappeared into this space.
Dad paused and let out a long sigh of relief. His body swayed, as if he would fall down at any time.
"Dad, how are you?" Chen Long quickly stepped forward with an anxious face, supported his father and asked.
"It's okay, Dad just consumed a lot." Dad took a deep breath and said calmly.
"Then what can I do to help you?" Chen Long looked at his father who was getting pale and asked with concern.
Dad shook his head gently, "Dad needs to rest, but dad needs a cup of hot tea now!"
An elf next to him heard this and immediately disappeared. When he reappeared, he had already approached with a cup of tea. "Master Chen, this is the tea you need."
A trace of satisfaction flashed in Dad's eyes, he took it and was about to drink it.
The surrounding elves who had been immersed in fear suddenly became noisy.
"Quick, go save Santa Claus, I can feel his weakness!"
"Some of the elves will go first, and the other will stay to take care of Master Chen. Without him, we can't defeat the evil."
"Yes, we must at least ensure the safety of Santa Claus, even if it means dragging him with his life!"
"We are so useless. The restoration of magic power means that we are no longer at the top of the world. We need a new captain."
"Captain, don't worry, Santa Claus is the most important thing. Let's go quickly, while you can still feel Santa Claus's breath."
In the noise, half of the more than a hundred elves disappeared instantly, while the other half directly surrounded Dad.
The noisy voice sounded again: "Master Chen, do you need anything else?"
"Master Chen, I have a magic recovery potion here, do you need it?"
"I know a little bit about the formations and can lay out the basic ones. Do you need the magic-gathering array?"
"Master Chen"
"Master Chen"
Dad was holding hot tea and was about to drink it. A # gradually appeared on his forehead. He yelled a little irritably (艹艹艹) "That's enough! Dad needs to be quiet!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Christmas space suddenly became silent, and the elves seemed to be startled.
Dad breathed a long sigh of relief, took a sip of hot tea, and was about to say something.
Space fluctuations flashed, and a large group of elves appeared in the open space with an unconscious Santa Claus.
Suddenly, the noise that had just been suppressed erupted again, and it couldn't be stopped at all. The chatter was more chaotic than the wet market.
Dad's temples were twitching. He picked up an elf and roared at him angrily, "You are so noisy! Now, immediately, send dad back!"
The elf's face was covered in saliva, but seeing his father's pale face, he still nodded and waved, and space fluctuations flashed past.
Tru, Dad, Chen Long and the elf disappeared instantly.
As soon as the space jump ended, the elf wiped the saliva on his face and disappeared directly into Dad's antique shop without even saying hello.
Dad sat down on the sofa and couldn't help but rub his forehead, "Xiaoyu, Dad needs new hot tea."
Chen Long looked around and thought of something. His face changed and he couldn't help shouting "Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu?"
He searched around for a while, and finally saw the closed sign at the door. A trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes, "Dad, Xiaoyu is out!"
Dad's face was still pale from the excessive loss of magic power. He rubbed his head, pointed at the landline phone and said, "She can't go far alone. Look at the phone records. It's possible that she called Luo Qing. She doesn't have many friends." The uneasiness in Chen Long's eyes subsided a little, and he quickly ran over and looked for the call records.
When a familiar number appeared, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It'll be fine if someone takes care of you."