Even though the Holy Lord is in a state of soul and has almost nothing left, not everyone can resist the terrifying soul.
Didn’t you see that the impact just now shattered the ancient protective magic he gave Luo Qing?
If someone accidentally gets this thing into their body, the consequences will be disastrous!
Watching the Holy Lord walk away, Daolong turned around and asked: "Do you want to go back? The Holy Lord's soul has escaped, and it may be very uneasy recently."
A smile appeared on Luo Qing's face, and the remaining protective shield around him gradually dissipated. He said sincerely: "I will go back after I finish my work here."
Daolong paused, looked at Luo Qing expressionlessly, and finally threw out a few jade talismans before disappearing into the air with purple smoke.
Luo Qing took it and looked at it, and his smile became more sincere. The new communication talisman, tsk, I guess Daolong has calculated it well, and he doesn't have anything to give as a gift.
Turning around, the smile disappeared. Luo Qing looked at Wa Long seriously. Can he only say that he is worthy of destiny?
Even the Holy Lord somehow saved his life...
After thinking about it, Luo Qing stretched out a finger and began to outline it in the void. Silks of water vapor were carried and left in the air, and special symbols gradually formed.
A trace of order emerged between heaven and earth, and a piece of yellow parchment gradually formed behind these symbols. The ancient atmosphere began to permeate the air, making people feel the weight of the years.
When the symbols were rubbed into the parchment, Luo Qing raised his hand, and the paper slowly floated in front of Wa Long.
"Sign it, and you don't have to die." Luo Qing said lightly.
Wa Long suddenly raised his head and saw a familiar scene, but the difference was that the Holy Lord's contract paper was as scarlet as blood, the kind that even the Order paid great attention to.
Luo Qing's one is heavy with time, but it also gives people a strong sense of security, as if the most impartial being in the world is looking over.
Valon's eyes instantly became complicated. Only now did he understand what the Holy Lord's contract represented. It was just a unilateral restriction on the people who signed the contract with the Holy Lord.
Wa Long gave a bitter smile, and without even looking at the contract content, he directly raised his hand and pressed it, and the contract was completed!
Luo Qing waved his hand, and the two men in black robes standing next to Wa Long retreated tremblingly. It was obvious that they had not yet recovered from the shock.
"Cooperate well with the Taoist priests in the future." Luo Qing turned around, his body gradually becoming illusive: "Remember, if you have any betrayal in the future, you will be directly obliterated by the order."
The Taoist priest was a little disappointed, but he still turned around with a smile and extended his hand: "Mr. Walong, happy cooperation!"
Walong looked at the place where Luo Qing disappeared with a complicated expression. From now on, he, Walong, has become a loyal supporter of others...
"It's a pleasure to cooperate..."
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Dad's Antique Shop.
As soon as I got back here, my father who had not put away the dragon blood soil suddenly paused. Then the whole antique store lit up with a green light, and a faint roar came in. You could feel the anger and pain in it.
Chen Long and Xiaoyu looked at each other.
The next moment, Xiaoyu, who was tired, suddenly asked in horror: "I seem to have heard the voice of the Holy Lord again. Could it be that I am too tired and have auditory hallucinations? And my eyes are glowing green now. What are I looking at?"
They are all green, so I must be hallucinating! Uncle Long, am I suffering from a terminal illness?"
Chen Long slapped his face and covered his face: "I saw it too, we can't get terminal illnesses together, right?"
Dad interrupted speechlessly: "The Holy Lord just ran out of hell. He wanted to invade Dad's antique shop but failed. Now he has escaped."
"That's good. I thought I was terminally ill. It's scary!" Xiaoyu patted her chest and took a long breath. She almost died young.
"Wait!" Chen Long was stunned, and his face instantly turned pale (°Д°), a little sluggish: "If magic is real, then Luo Qing..."
Dad's expression darkened, and he stepped forward and patted Chen Long on the shoulder: "He doesn't want to be Dad's disciple."
"Is it really hopeless?" Chen Long's tone was difficult. Recalling the young man who always had a gentle smile and had the same interests as him, he asked somewhat sentimentally.
"It depends on God's will..."
Suddenly, Dad's words were interrupted, and a bald man in black broke into the antique store: "Chen Long! What happened in San Francisco? Isn't magic fake?"
"It's Blake. You sit down first. The matter is a bit complicated. I'll explain it to you slowly." Chen Long comforted him with some lack of interest.
"Slow? Can't be slow. Do you know how many people were killed and injured just now? Now this city has become the focus of the world. I need to come up with a charter, otherwise there may be an international collision. After all, that dragon
The Xingxuying is not from our side." Blake was very anxious and kept pacing back and forth.
Chen Long and his father looked at each other with a bit of shock in their eyes. It seemed that... it was indeed like this. In the United States, there always needs to be someone or a force to take the blame for anything that happens.
And the Holy Lord’s divine dragon phantom seems to be able to represent something.
"Wait a moment..."
"Ahem, I heard that there is a shortage of people here. I want to come and take a look."
Perhaps as fate would have it, a simple and honest voice interrupted the increasingly anxious atmosphere.
Chen Long, Blake, Xiaoyu, and Dad turned their heads together and shouted almost in unison: "True?"
Tru, who was covered in bandages, scratched his head and said somewhat honestly: "Well, I feel like I have nowhere to go. At the same time, I feel that I should also know some things that you don't know..."
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San Francisco, FBI headquarters.
Brand, who was being mobilized to rescue the injured, was suddenly stunned. He felt as if he saw a dragon flying towards him, and then disappeared.
"Brand, what are you doing standing there? Hurry up and leave. We are seriously short of manpower now." A white man next to him shouted anxiously to his companion.
Brand was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed a trace of scarlet, and he said lightly: "No, you can just go, I have more important things to do."
"Nothing is as important as what is happening now. If you don't go, you will definitely be punished. I won't care about you. I'll leave first." The white guy said hurriedly and ran out the door.
Brand...oh, no, the Holy Lord silently watched the people around him disappear one by one, with a surprised smile on his face.
He carefully searched the original memory, and the surprise in his eyes gradually became clear.
"Brand! What's wrong with you? Immediately! Immediately! Set off to save people!"
There was a roar, and then a fat middle-aged white man trotted in, looking at the Holy Lord with an angry face.
The Holy Master's eyes dimmed, and a flash of scarlet flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand, and blazing flames shot up into the sky. The fat boss in front of him instantly turned to ashes without even letting out a scream.
The Holy Lord glanced at the ashes and walked toward the door calmly.
He stretched out a hand and took out a golden badge from his arms and played with it. A bright smile appeared on his face again. The flame flashed, leaving only a murmur.
"I didn't expect that this organization still exists..."