Chapter 121 [My family is laughing so hard, he said District 13 is impregnable! 】
“Jie Jie Jie——!”
The room echoed with the angry laughter of the Holy Lord. Anyone can hear the suppressed extreme anger in it!
Shocking and powerful aura fills every corner of the room.
The intimidation and heartfelt fear made the four members of the Mafia group back away, their hairs rising, and they looked at the man standing in the center like a giant pillar in horror.
"Is he crazy?"
"Let's run quickly, this won't be blown up."
Whitebeard squinted his eyes and stared at Holy Lord Panlong with disdain. Sculpture, with an expression that wants to see what it can do.
"You are very good. I have lived for so many years, and no one has ever dared to provoke me like this!"
The Holy Lord's eyes suddenly turned red.
"I am the invincible dragon! I am the master of flames and the immortal demon! I - am the Holy Lord!"
Shi can be killed and cannot be humiliated.
Even if the Holy Lord can bow down to the other seven demons and endure it in order to escape from hell, the majesty of the demon god cannot be offended by a small human being.
This is taboo!
“Now, I sentence you to death, and you will die in extreme pain and misery in the flames!”
The attack came extremely suddenly!
As the Lihuo magic power belonging to the Holy Lord erupted from the room, dozens of condensed fire pillars with a temperature of thousands of degrees hit the strong man with a white beard in the center.
It can be seen that the Holy Lord is really angry.
He will burn this mayfly ant who dares to challenge the dignity of the demon god to ashes, taking his soul with him - and never think of reincarnation!
Facing the oncoming fire.
"Haha, naughty."
White Beard touched the slender and upright beard like a crescent moon on his lips, and his eyes flashed: "Well done!"
He was just about to give it a try. How much power does the immortal demon who has been divided and sealed many times still have?
"Second Level of Thunder Transformation: Thunder Slash!"
As Whitebeard made a defensive posture, the white cloak billowed behind him, "Sons, stand back! Dad is here to protect you. You!”
"This old thing is quite touching," Ah Fen muttered in a low voice.
“He really regards us as his sons.” Rasu affirmed.
"Let's go quickly, I feel like I'm being cooked." Zhou Meng took off his sunglasses, which became so hot that his eyes would be scorched if he didn't take them off.
Looking at Whitebeard again, he is as powerful as a rainbow. He is not afraid of the Holy Lord who is furious and unleashes his majesty. His left hand is held on his waist, as if he is holding an invisible knife!
A long knife composed of thousands of thunder and lightning, and then held the handle of the knife in his right hand.
"Ouch!!! Cut it apart!!!"
As he shouted loudly, the sound waves destroyed almost everything in the room, and dozens of fire pillars gathered into a giant pillar with a thickness of 16 meters. The moment of rush.
Draw the sword - slash horizontally! ! !
This is a war between electricity and fire, a confrontation of ultimate power!
Next second!
"Boom, boom!!!"
Just listen to a violent explosion that can be heard in most of San Francisco! The split pillar of fire penetrated the top floor of the Black Hand Building and soared into the sky. It was half fire and half thunder
entangled and soaring straight into the sky!
He hit hard into the dark clouds that had gathered in the sky at some point.
“Boom!!!”
Thousands of thunder dragons exploded in the cloud.
Heavy rain is falling!
Fortunately, Dad and the others were still on the plane back at this time. Otherwise, Dad would have been able to kill the Holy Lord directly in this wave.
Under the interference of black energy, such a display of extraordinary power did not arouse the suspicion of ordinary people. They just thought it was an ordinary summer storm.
As for inside Wallon's office.
The place was completely black, with burning flames everywhere and fire sprinklers turned on.
A lightning knife flashing with electricity stopped in front of the dragon head of the Holy Lord's sculpture.
The reason why I didn’t cut it down headlong.
Of course it’s because the Holy Lord gave in.
He did not obtain the dragon talisman, and the magic power belonging to the immortal demon was sealed. This time it was because the destiny was in the black energy. It was destined that the Holy Lord would be revived before the Holy Lord could have the power to explode.
But it can only happen once.
Facing Whitebeard who broke through the pillar of fire and chopped it down without hesitation, the Holy Lord knew that although he would not die, the obstruction of his resurrection plan was something He could not bear.
So this treacherous and forbearing demon god betrayed his dignity
"Father!"
The tip of the knife was only a stone's throw away from the Holy Lord's forehead.
The white-bearded man tilted his head and looked at the Holy Master, whose eyes were red and languid, and the Father who said sourly.
“Father!”
With the first sentence, the second sentence becomes logical.
No matter how much the Holy Lord wants to cut the ants in front of him into pieces, now, He is shouting very smoothly.
“Great Father, I was wrong, please forgive me for my rashness.”
"Very good."
Whitebeard then slowly put away the thunder knife, his extremely strong body straightened up, and a kind smile appeared on his resolute face.
"As my son, you are my family, and I will help you."
Hearing this, the Holy Lord temporarily suppressed his anger, and his eyes flickered.
"I need a spell, sir. I have been sealed away by a group of evil traitors who have stolen my power."
"Please help me find the talisman, I will be extremely grateful."
"Haha, Holy Lord, do you think I haven't heard of your deeds?" But Whitebeard's sneer made Holy Lord nervous. stand up.
“.”
“But it doesn’t matter, once you are a father, you will always be a father!”
Whitebeard changed the topic and touched the sculpture with a hearty smile. Dragon head.
"Dad will help you resurrect, as long as you still call me dad, but if you regret it then, dad can still beat your ass."
The Holy Lord is just a sculpture, otherwise My teeth are about to be broken.
But now the situation is stronger than human beings, and the Holy Lord is also shocked by the powerful strength of this old guy who appears out of nowhere.
The power of thunder is not inferior to that of a human archmage, and can even rival a third-level demon.
Although it is still far behind his brother Zhongsu, the Thunder Demon God, he can already cause changes in the world, which is enough to prove his strength.
If you have his help, you will definitely be successful in your resurrection!
Thinking of this, the Holy Lord abandoned his last dignity. His dignity only existed after He regained his strength. Now.
"Father, I will never betray you. I will always be Your son"
The next day, District 13
"This will be your home from now on, Xiao An"
In a spacious single room.
Jackie Chan smiled and said to the young man who was looking around curiously behind him. Next to him stood Xiaoyu and Sheriff Black.
After discussing with his father, Jackie Chan decided to foster Yang An with Sheriff Black without exposing his identity.
There is really no place for Dad’s antique store, unless he lives with Jackie Chan, or so he originally thought.
But Jackie Chan won’t say anything about his father’s request.
Yang An doesn't care, it doesn't matter where he lives. He's not worried that his father will regret it. It's just that he doesn't fully trust himself yet. It’s not bad to be in District 13.
Okay, just steal the house.
"It looks pretty good here, thank you, Uncle Long." Yang An nodded to Jackie Chan and thanked him.
"As long as you like it." Jackie Chan breathed a sigh of relief.
Before coming, he took Yang An to the mall to buy a lot of daily necessities.
Originally, I wanted to give Yang An a pair of contact lenses to help him cover his strange and scary eyes.
Unfortunately, contact lenses cannot cover Yang An's eyes, so he has to use sunglasses instead.
Wearing sunglasses, Yang An looked like a handsome and cool boy. Xiaoyu stared at him all the way.
This is a treatment that Parker who has not yet appeared has never received.
"Then you should rest first, and I will pick you up to have a meal with you in the evening." After Jackie Chan said that, he took Xiaoyu and left with Sheriff Black.
Wait until they close the door and leave.
After confirming that there were no surveillance cameras or bugs in the house, Yang An was surprised when the Yankees became so honest.
Perhaps he feels that he, a young man, cannot make any waves in the heavily guarded District 13?
Tsk, then they don’t know that fortresses are often breached from within.
The room is divided into two parts, a small living room plus a study room, and an internal bedroom.
Yang An came to the bedroom and sat down by the bed. He was in a good mood. He tested the current strength of the Holy Lord and became the father of the Holy Lord.
Having the immortal demon call me daddy is a feeling that should not be put into words, but it feels very good.
The reason why Yang An came up with the character of Whitebeard also had his own considerations.
He needs a tool who can control the resurrection of the Holy Lord and the strength of the resurrection power, lest the plot changes in the end because he, the son of darkness, defected to his father's camp.
In addition, the resurrection of the Holy Lord is a sign of the revival of black energy, which is irresistible. There is a saying in Dongda that the world will be divided if it is united for a long time, and it will unite if it is divided for a long time.
Righteousness cannot always prevail.
So when the black energy is suppressed, his rebound will be greater, which is reflected in the Holy Lord and the dark camp, the more their strength increases.
If the Holy Lord is successfully sealed, and the Holy Lord's sculpture is blown up by Xiaoyu's hand to drive it back to hell, the unbalanced black energy in the world will be dispersed to other dark camps.
Who is it most likely to be assigned to?
The answer is obvious, naturally it is him, the son of darkness certified by genuine black energy.
In order to achieve this goal, Yang An feels it is necessary to start planning now.
Calculating the time, there are still more than five months left before the resurrection of the Holy Lord, which is the day when this year is over and the millennium comes.
That is when the year 1999 crosses to the year 00.
At that time, when the second thousand years have passed and the third thousand years have arrived, the aura of heaven and earth will also change, which may become a sign of the recovery of spiritual energy.
Time passes quickly.
It flashed by Yang An’s natural power of refining the free air.
In the afternoon, Sheriff Black knocked on the door and invited the poor orphan to visit the warm District 13.
"This is the lounge. You can come here if you want. It is available 24 hours a day, with a variety of drinks and donuts."
"No, there are no Marijuana drinks. We don’t offer that, not even alcoholic ones.”
Sheriff Blake secretly sweated, feeling that this child seemed to have some prejudice against the United States, and the questions he asked were strange and tricky.
“Why don’t we have black people here? Oh, this is not racial discrimination but a distribution issue.”
“Environmental protection? Well, let’s talk about something else.”< br>
"Do you want to watch TV or play video games? As long as you can finish your homework in advance, you can come here and play games. How about it, it's great."
Fortunately, everything is still in Black The Sheriff is in control.
He just felt that this child was as quirky as Jackie Chan's niece and not as introverted as he seemed.
Finally, Blake took the boy to the place where he usually stood.
Here you can overlook the operation of this huge base below, and feel that the 13th District is strong and strong.
Looking at many ordnance and precision instruments.
Chief Black was so proud that he introduced Yang An, "The Thirteenth District was established to face the most powerful criminal organizations. It is impregnable and is the safest base that cannot be breached."
"Oh?"
Yang An glanced sideways and looked up at the proud Sheriff Black.
He did see a lot of black technology, if only Black said this is the most advanced base.
But he said this is the safest base that cannot be breached?
Poof, the whole family laughed out loud.
"But, as far as I know." Yang An asked in a simple tone, "What is said to be impossible or the most in the world is all exaggeration in the end."
"For example, the safest line of defense The Maginot Line was breached, and it seemed impossible that the Titanic, an unsinkable cruise ship, sank on its first trip to sea."
A little sweat appeared on Sheriff Black's forehead. This child, Are you being insincere to cause trouble for him, or is he suffering from some kind of persecution delusion?
Chief Blake patted the young man on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Xiao An, there are thousands of agents here. Even a nine-magnitude earthquake will be fine. You are absolutely safe here."
"Okay then. Well, I want to believe you, you are a good person." Yang An shrugged and said innocently.
This sudden good guy card made Chief Black a little embarrassed.
"Come on, Xiao An, I'll take you to Jackie Chan's."
After Sheriff Blake sent Yang An to the antique store, he lit a cigarette for himself in the car.
"Hu"
He decided.
Even if the confidentiality coefficient of District 13 decreases in the future, he will never receive Boy Scouts to visit District 13.
"Lord Holy Son, this is it. According to historical records, the lost castle of the Golden Rooster King is nearby."
A low mountain outside the city of Xiangjiang.
A group of people wearing suits and ties came here in luxury Mercedes-Benz cars.
I wonder if I thought they were some big boss coming to inspect the development business.
In fact, they are members of the Magic Brotherhood who were transformed after being raided by England's Military Intelligence Service.
On territory that is not their own, they are not so showy and continue to wear blue and white magician robes.
Instead, they wore suits, but each wore a ring or watch and brooch to mark their identity.
"Golden Rooster King Qin Shihuang, tsk."
Yang An's avatar is a young Asian youth with ordinary appearance, but with the bonus of temperament and luxury cars, appearance is not that important .
Yang An couldn't see anything on the surface, but in his heart he complained, when did Qin Shihuang come to Xiangjiang to build a city? What's the difference between this and Bangzi saying that the sun is the former residence of their commander-in-chief.
Well, there are differences.
At least the Holy Lord of this world once ruled the entire Eurasian continent, so it does not seem strange to build a city here.
Yang An pinched the talisman casually and cast Earth Transformation. Grains of sand the size of a fingernail scattered from the palm of his hand to the ground.
The next moment, everything within a radius of thirty kilometers and five kilometers underground can be sensed by him.
Next to him, Anthony led a group of believers who had returned to their youth after being blessed by the Holy Son. They waited quietly. Their eyes were filled with fanatical worship of Yang An.
Not long after, Yang An suddenly opened his eyes, showing some joy.
“Found it!”
(End of this chapter)