San Francisco Chinatown.
With the appearance of the sky-high Stanley.
The sound of ping pong came from Dad’s antique store.
Immediately afterwards, I noticed that the black energy suddenly gathered, and the heaven and earth were out of phase. The heartbeats of everyone nearby stopped, creating an inexplicable sense of depression.
People looked up in horror, looking left and right, wondering where this depressing sense of crisis came from.
"Bang!"
The door of the antique store was knocked open.
The street in front of the door.
The reading glasses hung crookedly on Dad’s face. As soon as Dad rushed out of the store, he subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the west.
As a result, his face suddenly changed.
With a face full of shock and a bit of horror, he stared at the terrifying Stanley in the distance.
"Hey! Something bad has happened. Xiao An, call your Uncle Long quickly and ask him to come back!"
"Okay dad."
Old Behind his father, Yang An walked out with his hands in his pockets, but his expression was very calm.
He also raised his head and looked in the direction of the Mafia Building in the distance.
The show has begun.
Inside the Black Hand Building!
As the Holy Lord received the baptism of strength, he slowly walked out of the Stanley Pillar.
The original coiled dragon sculpture disappeared and was replaced by a huge seven-meter-tall monster!
The body is covered with dense dark green dragon scales, the ferocious dragon head is full of domineering, its eyes are scarlet, a pair of sharp claws flash with cold light, and there is a dark red flame like magic flame floating on its body.
Compared with the funny dragon-man monster in the animation, the Holy Lord at this moment is more terrifying and more vivid!
The Holy Lord looked up to the sky and roared loudly. The roar of the dragon set off sound waves, destroying everything around him.
“It feels so good to be free!”
The hoarse voice, mixed with satisfaction, echoed around.
The Holy Lord felt his re-activated body and was so excited that he almost shed tears, if the devil could shed tears too.
But then, the Holy Lord set his sights on Whitebeard.
Disgust and naked murderous intent flashed in the scarlet eyes.
“Although I have not collected all the twelve talismans and my power is far from its peak, my original demonic energy is back!”
“And you, damn old man, you The day of death has come!"
Facing the white beard holding the Yanyue Sword opposite, showing no fear at all, the Holy Lord's eyes glowed red, if it were to talk about the person he hated the most.
The Holy Lord's hatred for the white beard in front of him even exceeded his hatred for Lope!
Now, He just wants to tear this guy who brought Him humiliation into pieces and use his blood to complete the baptism of new life.
Unfortunately, the Holy Lord’s declaration and his attempt to see fear on Whitebeard’s face failed.
"Hey, don't think that you can disobey daddy when you grow up a little, son!"
White Beard raised his head and said calmly.
His height is also quite inhuman. When Yang An incarnated, his height also matched the image of Whitebeard, which was more than six meters tall.
So, the resurrected Holy Lord is just on par with Whitebeard.
Speak simultaneously.
A streak of lightning flashed from Whitebeard's strong muscles that were almost bursting.
White Beard's eyes also turned dark blue, and he raised the Yanyue Sword in his hand high.
"Dad will never show mercy to a rebellious son!"
"Ouch——!"
What responded to Whitebeard was the extremely angry roar of the Holy Lord, and He suddenly He swung his sharp claws and seemed to want to tear the old man in front of him into pieces in a fit of rage.
Whitebeard also held a giant Yanyue Sword and rushed forward unceremoniously.
Cut diagonally from the right side!
"Shua——"
The lightning attached to the giant Yanyue Sword collided with the dragon scales of the Holy Lord's body.
At the same time, the flames rising from the Holy Lord's dragon claw also impacted the blade of the Yanyue Sword.
“Boom!!!”
The aftermath of the collision between the two.
Just like the air wave when a bomb explodes, centering on the battle point between one man and one dragon, it instantly rushes towards the surroundings.
Most of the black clouds that appeared in the sky were washed away.
The power is evident!
After several collisions, no solution was obtained.
The Holy Lord forcibly suppressed his anger and stared at Whitebeard with some surprise in his eyes.
The Holy Lord discovered.
Whitebeard seems to be stronger than before, already beyond the scope of human beings.
Human beings usually measure their strength by magic. Of course, there are also a few people with abnormal physical skills.
Their physical fitness has become so strong that they can be called demigods.
If the Holy Lord collected all twelve talismans, he would naturally be confident that he could directly defeat Whitebeard.
But now, he only has electric eyes and floating, and even his resurrection is a risky and incomplete resurrection. There is no tiger talisman to help the yin and yang balance the strength of the holy body. Once he exerts too much force, his body may collapse.
Looking at the fighting white beard on the opposite side, the Holy Master's eyes flashed a little more.
Even if Whitebeard wants to devour his flesh and blood and his soul, the Holy Lord possesses all the characteristics of a demon, being cunning, cunning, and good at adapting.
"Humans. I think we should talk!"
Hearing the Holy Lord's words, Whitebeard smiled wildly across from him, "What, are you convinced?"< br>
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The Holy Lord's ferocious dragon face became more distorted, staring at Whitebeard, "Do you really think that I can't kill you?!"
"Then Come and fight!”
“Until you are convinced.”
White Beard curled up the crescent-shaped beard on his lips, sneered coldly, and pointed the Yanyue Sword in his hand towards the Holy Lord. Rush away.
There was some struggle in the Holy Lord's eyes.
He didn't want to waste his time fighting this difficult old man.
He still lacks too many talismans and needs to hurry up to collect them. At the same time, he also has to find the thieves who stole his palace, summon his own palace and release the evil dragon.
There is no benefit at all in spending your strength fighting this difficult old man, and it may even cause his body, which was finally revived, to collapse again.
It is a very uneconomical account anyway.
But looking at the white beard rushing towards him
“Since you are seeking death, then I will help you!”
There was a hint of madness in the Holy Lord’s eyes, and his aura continued to rise.
The flames rose.
It covered the body of the Holy Lord and quickly covered the outside world. You can see that the entire sky of San Francisco was reflected into a sea of fire.
This is the most original burst of demonic energy from the Immortal Demon God.
It directly caused drastic changes in the world.
Whitebeard stood there, the lightning in his eyes also brightened, and his entire body was covered by thunder.
The eyes are full of fighting spirit!
In addition to delaying time, he also wanted to test how powerful this immortal demon was
other side.
Dad’s antique shop.
"Dad, what's going on?"
Jackie Chan received the call and hurried back, looking confused.
He just saw the Stanley pillar that penetrated the sky and the earth.
But now San Francisco is covered by thunderclouds again, and countless lightning and thunder appear, which is very scary, as if the end is approaching.
There were panicked citizens outside, not knowing what was going on. Jackie Chan doesn’t know either.
“Of course it’s the Holy Lord!” Dad stretched out his hand and gave Jackie Chan a violent shudder, “otherwise who else could it be.”
Then Dad He ignored Jackie Chan and wandered back and forth in the room, muttering, "Why did the Holy Lord suddenly resurrect? There must be some reason."
"The most important thing now is to find a way to stop the Holy Lord! Otherwise everything will be over!"
The father's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was extremely serious.
After reading ancient books during this period, he finally understood who the owner of the spell was.
That was the king who once ruled the entire Eurasian continent, an immortal demon.
Subsequently, he was sealed by the Saint Seiya, but after a thousand years, the Holy Lord revived again.
This time, no Saint can stop him.
Just when Dad was at a loss and didn’t know how to deal with this difficult situation.
“Dingle bell!”
The doorbell rang at the door.
"Sorry, the store is temporarily closed." Jackie Chan rubbed his forehead and said subconsciously.
But I heard a playful voice.
"If you don't want to know how to defeat the Holy Lord, then just pretend I haven't been here."
Hear the key word Holy Lord.
Dad suddenly turned his head, including Jackie Chan, who also looked towards the door.
I saw a young man wearing a black trench coat, with a slightly pale face and a strange appearance appeared at the door.
Zheng was smiling and looking at everyone in the store.
At the same time, you can see through the glass at the store entrance, magicians wearing dark blue magician robes and hoods standing on the street, silent.
“Hey!!!”
Dad glared, “It’s those people from the Magic Brotherhood, Jackie Chan, they are here.”
Jackie Chan doesn’t need to The father reminded him and subconsciously stood in front of the young man, "What do you want to do?"
"I said, I have a way to defeat the Holy Lord." The young man spread his hands and repeated.
"You are not welcome here" just when Jackie Chan frowned and said.
But Dad walked up quickly and pushed Jackie Chan aside, "Are you telling the truth? Don't even think about lying in front of Dad!"
At this moment.
Yang An, who stood silently aside, raised his eyebrows.
I could feel that the righteousness that had been dispersed by the black energy began to condense rapidly as my father spoke!
It seems that Zheng Qi will not just watch the Holy Lord successfully revive, and the black Qi will suppress it in turn.
The appearance of his incarnation actually gave Zhengqi an opportunity.
The two parties seemed to have unexpectedly reached a consensus.
——Prevent the Holy Lord from resurrecting!
It is not as simple as Yang An thought to use the great formation that Lope once had to seal the Holy Lord.
After carefully reading through the ancient scrolls recording sealing spells, he discovered that a great mage recognized by heaven and earth was needed to serve as the core of the sealing formation.
Without the power of the Archmage, the power of the sealing formation would be greatly reduced.
But at this time, the spiritual energy of the world is declining, and it is not easy to find a great mage.
But think again.
Isn't there a direct disciple of the great mage in front of me?
Although my father’s strength has not yet reached the level of an archmage, isn’t this a sign of righteousness?
"Of course, I think we can reach a consensus, that is, no one wants to let the Holy Lord be resurrected again."
Antique store.
Yang An transformed himself and whispered to his father. After saying this, a bamboo tube appeared in his hand and he threw it towards his father.
Dad raised his hand and quickly caught the bamboo tube, "Is this a bamboo tube used to seal magic knowledge in ancient times?"
Seeing his father's surprised expression, Jackie Chan asked curiously, "Is this bamboo tube very precious? ?”
The father put the bamboo tube against his forehead with an expressionless expression.
The next moment, countless knowledge poured into Dad's mind.
A moment later.
Dad raised his head, took a deep look at the smiling Yang An, and sighed quietly, "The value of this bamboo tube is more expensive than the antiques in Dad's house."
"It seems like Does the old man believe me?" Yang An turned his hands behind his back and asked.
The father paused for a moment and nodded, "This is a spell passed down by Saint Lopez, and it cannot be fake."
"But the formation requires a great mage as the core, no wonder you He will come to your door."
The father said calmly. At this time, he seemed to have the aura of a arrogant mage. His demeanor changed and he narrowed his eyes.
"But Dad is very curious. The resurrection of the Holy Lord should be what you Black Qi wizards expect. Why do you come to Dad to seal the Holy Lord?"
Dad stared at Yang An's incarnation with sharp eyes and asked.
"No one wants to have a demon on their head. Besides, demons are cruel and tyrannical beings who do not respect any human morality." Faced with his father's question, Yang An's avatar narrowed his eyes and said.
"You and I are both human beings, we just want magic to rise again, there is not much conflict, and the Son of Darkness has been born, which means our wishes will eventually come true!"
Yang An turned around without leaving a trace and changed the topic to Yang An.
Hearing this, Dad turned back and glanced at Yang An.
Seeing Yang An just standing quietly with a curious baby expression.
"The rise of black energy is irresistible. It seems that you have not placed any bets, but just put your hope on Xiao An!" Dad's voice suddenly turned cold, "I will never let my disciples Misguided!"
"You want to take Xiao An away?"
Jackie Chan also reacted and stood in front of Yang An, "We are Xiao An's guardians now, we will never do it. Let you take him away, so give up.”
Yang An's expression softened a lot after hearing his father and Jackie Chan's words of love and care for him.
"No." Yang An transformed and shook his head, "Since the Holy Son is willing to study with a disciple of the Great Master, it is also a good thing."
"Let's not mention this matter for the time being. The old gentleman feels that cooperation How?”
“Quickly, evacuate the surrounding citizens!”
Chief Black has already sensed the vicinity of the Black Hand Building.
Looking at the scene above, most of the surrounding police officers were shocked.
While there was lightning and thunder, the boundless sea of fire occupied a large area of the sky.
Convert the Black Hand Building and several surrounding blocks into a place where no one can die.
No one knows what happened.
But Blake vaguely felt that something was wrong with this matter.
As he kept giving orders.
"Sir, look!"
A police officer pointed to the sky in panic.
When Chief Black moved his gaze over, his pupils suddenly dilated a bit.
Can be seen at a height of 100 meters.
Two figures suddenly appeared, one of them was extremely ferocious, like a dark green monster, just floating in the air, holding a fiery red flame spear in his hand.
Opposite the dragon-shaped monster, there is a majestic giant, marked on the Interpol wanted poster, with explosive muscles, holding a moon knife that spreads thunder.
Thunder struck out in the air, striking at the terrifying monster on the opposite side.
"God, are these two legendary gods?"
Hearing the police officer's muttering, Chief Black frowned and took a deep breath. The man in the white navy robe was instantly recognized as the terrifying superpower who had previously caused havoc in District 13.
"Damn it. Now we're in trouble." (End of Chapter)