"It's you!"
Dad said cautiously.
End of street.
Far away, you can see a young man wearing a black windbreaker looking at him from a distance.
Behind him were burning ruins and thick black smoke. Just standing there was already in darkness.
Strangely, the young man's voice was very close at hand.
Dad pulled out the pufferfish staff and asked seriously, "You got the sculpture of the Holy Lord? What do you want?"
The righteousness and blackness that had begun to dissipate regrouped, and came to the young man and his father, tit for tat.
Vaguely, there seemed to be a confrontation between the two parties.
"It's not that great. The Holy Lord's knowledge and wisdom are what I need, as well as his flesh and blood. They are all treasures." The strange young man did not deny it, but said slowly, "Even if I helped this time The reward is good.”
"A devil is a devil after all. Are you sure you won't be deceived and used by the Holy Lord?"
Dad understands that there is no way to get the Holy Lord sculpture back, and now he still wants to persuade the strange young man.
This sounds like - young man, I advise you to take care of yourself.
"You don't need to worry about it. I have my own means of suppressing the Holy Lord." The strange young man smiled confidently.
moment.
"If you are not going to stop me, then I will leave."
Then, seeing that his father didn't speak any more, the strange young man planned to leave with a wave of his windbreaker.
Until then, Dad suddenly spoke.
"Dad will definitely find the Holy Lord sculpture and imprison it!"
Watching the strange young man pause in his steps, he waved his hand.
"As you wish!"
After a crackling sound, he disappeared from the spot.
Only the father's fearful eyes remained.
"Hey, although the Holy Lord's resurrection has been prevented, he has been targeted by a group of more dangerous people. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse."
Dad stood there and sighed. He could feel the turbulent magic power in the leader of the Magic Brotherhood, although he was young.
Dad was not sure about keeping the other party.
Now is not the right time to start a war. We can only watch the other side leave.
"Is Dad so dangerous? I don't think that young man helped us seal the Holy Lord, and he also said that he has a way to suppress the Holy Lord!"
Before Jackie Chan finished speaking, his father gave him a violent shudder on the forehead.
The father stared at his eldest nephew with a half-smile, "Is the Mafia dangerous?"
"Of course it's dangerous, they are all bad people." Jackie Chan answered honestly.
"The Mafia is just a group of ordinary people!"
Dad rubbed his temples with a headache, "But these are a group of black wizards"
"Who knows what terrible things they might do"
Ignore the aftermath in San Francisco for now.
It is said that after the disaster, the spokesperson of the city government did not immediately stand up to appease the people and launch relief work.
Instead, the police are required to go to wealthy areas to protect those wealthy people, abandoning the already chaotic social order.
Now, the streets of San Francisco have become a bustling sea of zero-dollar shopping.
When asked why he did not launch rescue immediately.
The spokesman was still convincing.
We ask the public not to imitate those caring giant babies at Tokyo University.
‘Disaster relief is a matter for socialist countries, and the people of our free countries should learn to be self-reliant. ’
In fact, on Capitol Hill, the blue and red parties had another quarrel over this matter.
Want to get help and disaster relief.
Well, at least we have to wait for the gentlemen to decide the winner and the argument to come to a conclusion.
Yang An found an opportunity to exchange his original form with his incarnation, leaving the avatar in his father's antique shop.
I came to Xiangjiang!
This is the temporary headquarters of the Magic Brotherhood.
"Wow, it feels so good to be free."
Yang An was in a building bought by the Magic Brotherhood, admiring the scenery of Victoria Harbor through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
It should be said that this building was dedicated by the original owner.
After rich people are satisfied with money and enjoyment, they will develop greater greed.
For example, if you want to stay young forever, be rejuvenated, or live forever.
Taking advantage of this, the Magical Brotherhood expanded to attract members and became like a duck in water.
On the one hand, Yang An has many ways to make people look younger and improve their physical fitness.
On the one hand, there is also the mysterious side of fantasy and magic. After all, the end of science is theology, and many scientific leaders are religious.
Coupled with the horrific battle that took place in San Francisco a few weeks ago, videos and reports have already gone viral around the world.
People were shocked to discover that extraordinary power indeed existed.
Those wealthy people became even more anxious to find supernatural forces, and were eventually introduced to them by peripheral members who had already joined the Magic Brotherhood.
Faced with the 'lambs' who came to his door, Yang An refused to accept them and quickly attracted thousands of peripheral members.
Each peripheral member is worth hundreds of millions.
It is conceivable how powerful thousands of billionaires control the world.
In exchange for equal value, Yang An will grant them some first-level abilities, such as limb regeneration, or first-level magic power, etc.
The main focus is an equal exchange.
There is another reason for giving extraordinary power.
It was Yang An who planned to promote the flourishing of righteousness and blackness.
Originally, black energy and righteous energy were supposed to gradually increase the world's strength level in an upward spiral.
If the black energy is strong and overwhelms the righteous energy, the righteous energy will become stronger.
When the righteousness is strong and overwhelms the black energy, the black energy will also become stronger, eventually maintaining a delicate balance.
But thousands of years ago, those immortal gods broke this rule. They sealed the main source of black energy power, the immortal demon.
I withdraw from this world again.
As a result, the spiral staircase became a castle in the air. Without support, it suddenly collapsed.
The extraordinary power that should have flourished in the world fell silent.
But this time, Yang An can be sure that after the Holy Lord was sealed for the second time.
He, the real Son of Darkness, finally took the place of the Holy Lord and became the object of the black energy's favor. In this way, he could try to improve the world system, starting with emitting some extraordinary power.
The spacious conference room on the rooftop.
Clear left and right.
Yang An entered this room that was used to being watched closely.
The sculpture of the Holy Lord is placed among them.
"Click, click, click, click!"
Yang An's footsteps echoed, and the Holy Lord's will revived.
Scarlet eyes swept over him immediately.
"It's you!"
The Holy Lord said hoarsely, his tone still filled with unwillingness and resentment.
His eyes fell on Yang An, who had transformed into a young man. When his father formed the seal formation, Yang An's incarnation stood next to his father and played the drum.
"Where's that old guy? Why isn't he with you?"
Yang An raised his head calmly and glanced at the Holy Master.
This guy is indeed a powerful demon. After discovering that he walked in alone, he must have thought a lot.
So I asked this sentence intentionally.
It's a pity that the Holy Master would never think of it.
Wa Long is only eyeing his wealth, Daolong is eyeing his power, and Yang An is eyeing him! The young man raised his head before meeting and looked directly at himself. His eyes were very familiar to the Lord.
That was his indifferent look when he looked at the 'food' that was left to be slaughtered.
The Holy Lord couldn't help but feel a little more creepy.
"What do you want from me?"
Yang An didn't stop and continued to approach step by step.
"Power? Wealth? Rights! I can give you a wizard!"
Unfortunately, the only response to the Holy Lord was the slight sound of footsteps walking on the ground.
Until Yang An stood in front of the Holy Lord.
“I don’t know if I can swallow it.”
Hearing what Yang An muttered, the Holy Master's bad premonition became even stronger.
"Wizard, what do you want to do!"
Seeing the panic in the Holy Master's voice getting louder and louder, Yang An raised his head with a slight frown and said impatiently.
"You are very noisy."
Yang An waved his hand, and the dragon's tooth staff appeared in his hand. Ironically, the magic shot by the dragon's tooth staff sealed the Holy Lord's mouth.
At this time, seeing the familiar dragon teeth, the Holy Lord's power instantly became restless.
This dragon tooth was given to Whitebeard by Him, how could it appear in the hands of this wizard? !
"Does it look familiar?"
Yang An rubbed the smooth wand and gave the Holy Lord a toothy smile.
The next moment, his body began to change rapidly.
"Tear--!"
A tearing sound sounded from behind him, and a pair of dark wings spread out with scales.
Yang An's appearance changed drastically in the blink of an eye.
His body is covered with diamond-shaped scales, a light golden threaded horn emerges from his forehead, and sharp claws replace his palms.
The momentum of a wild giant beast surged out from Yang An's body.
"!!!"
The Holy Master looked at the golden light blooming on the wizard's horn, and the red light in his eyes kept flashing, as if he wanted to say something.
"Thank you for giving me the position of favored by black energy. Now, please give me your original magic power!"
At this time, Yang An has transformed into a smaller unicorn behemoth. This is a secret method derived from the inherited memory of the golden horn behemoth, which can freely control the size of the body.
Then!
In the horrified gaze of the Holy Lord, the golden-horned giant beast with bloodthirsty eyes opened its huge mouth.
The size of the Coiling Dragon statue began to shrink rapidly, and it was sucked towards the mouth of the golden-horned giant beast.
Ultimately.
"No!!!"
Over the Xiangjiang River, people seemed to hear a vague and unwilling roar.
People stopped in surprise, but after waiting for a long time, there was no other movement, and then they started walking again.
Dark conference room.
The golden-horned giant beast curled up after swallowing the coiled dragon sculpture in one gulp.
The dark golden cruel eyes closed!
Go into deep sleep.
In the soul palace.
Saint Yang An opened his eyes, and the fog quickly dispersed.
Only then did he realize that he was being pulled into the soul palace.
Yang An from other worlds were all active in the hall, chatting about their own affairs. When they saw him arriving, they lazily said hello to him.
Before the saint son Yang An could smile, he showed off the success of his plan and satisfied the fat man with one bite.
turn out.
There was a strange Yang An in the crowd. He was standing there helplessly, seemingly accepting Yang An's memories.
Newcomer Yang An was wearing a loose floral shirt, big pants, flip-flops, and toad sunglasses on his face.
With such a relaxed look, he was probably sunbathing on a beach somewhere, and was suddenly pulled to the palace of souls.
That's pretty much the truth.
As the memories gradually coalesce.
Everyone learned that this was Yang An, who traveled to a different world, America, and became an orphan at the beginning of the game.
Yellow skin, orphan, America.
Good guy, the buff stack is full.
Fortunately, the era of time travel has not yet reached such a weird level as the future.
The United States in the 1990s was, in a sense, a beacon of humanity, rather than a human anomaly.
Yang An relied on his seemingly enhanced memory to transform into a literary copycat. At a young age, he successfully became a well-known writer by plagiarizing the science fiction novels of a certain boss surnamed Liu.
Then, relying on the royalties, he bought a large house in Los Angeles and prepared to live and die.
"After all, it's not Harry Potter anymore." Marvel's Yang An sighed after reading the newcomer's mediocre memories.
Alien Yang An rubbed his chin and wondered, "No, if you plagiarize Teacher Da Liu's works like this, is there no Teacher Da Liu in this world?"
"It seems that there is no such thing. Who asked him to copy it? He learned it early."
"This world is just an ordinary world."
"It's not interesting."
"It's gone, it's gone."
Audience member Yang An expressed his opinion, and newcomer Yang An couldn't help but have a few more black lines on his forehead.
Good guy, his mouth is still the same in other worlds.
He received more memories and quickly accepted the fate of his clones in all the worlds. At this time, he couldn't help but refute.
"At least my world is peaceful and peaceful. There are no superpowers or different dimensions. How cool it is."
Yang An, please be more careful, that's it.
They fought tooth and nail against the sky and the earth, but in the end, this guy was able to do prostitution for free and still live in a peaceful world, so cool!
In this way, all Yang An became unhappy with the newcomer.
"Hey, why did you betray the surname of Yang, a great former emperor, and turn your back to the enemy? Your surname is Tang?!"
Newcomer Yang An showed up at the orphanage in San Francisco's Chinatown. Over and over again, he simply changed his surname to Tang and was named Tang An.
Fans and friends affectionately call Tang An Lao Tang.
This is simply a betrayal of the Yang name!
The ancestor of the Yang family, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, had to come back to life from the ground.
"It is."
Marvel's Yang An saw the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, "I can't have a surname of Tang, change it back, change it back."
After a frolic.
Although they haven't figured out which world the newcomer has traveled to, everyone still allows newcomer Yang An to take a new position.
As a crimson iron-blooded brilliance bloomed from the back of the chair, patterns appeared one after another.
It turned into a giant red dragon climbing on a majestic volcano, with a pair of dazzling golden dragon eyes, scanning the city and forest below
Before everyone could wonder what was going on.
Newcomer Yang An's talent is activated!
"Fusion"
"Derived from the tradition of the dragon clan, the Black King created the White King, and then created the four dragon kings who were twins! They can be divided and re-fused!"
"Integrate power into one and produce unknown changes"
"The abilities evolved through fusion can be combined into three-in-one at most. After the ability is fused, there is a chance that it will advance to the first level, or it may mutate, or the fusion fails. After the fusion fails, the fusion cannot be repeated"
"Temporarily unable to integrate talents"
"Points required for advancement:."
Feeling this talent, Zhong Yang An almost dropped his jaw in shock.
But then, they noticed the introduction of talent.
"Wait a minute, my surname is Tang. Others call me Old Tang. I am a Chinese orphan. I like to play Star Wars and other games."
"Are you the King of Bronze and Fire in the Dragon Clan?!"
(End of chapter)