Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

As night falls, a pitch-black curtain covers the earth.

The temperature became slightly cooler, and the wind made people shiver all over.

Yang An sat cross-legged on a huge rock in the bamboo forest, closed his eyes and practiced. The warmth of the campfire in front of him drove away the coldness of the night.

There were a dozen figures surrounding the camp.

They all wore black and blue magic cloaks that simply blocked out the aura and gave off a mysterious vibe.

This magic cloak was created by Yang An.

Seriously.

He just couldn't stand it anymore.

A bunch of losers who can only throw plasma balls.

Damn, how dare you call yourself a magician?

Yang An simply modified the cloaks of the Brotherhood of Magic, and engraved magical patterns from the Harry Potter world on these magic cloaks, making them into defensive cloaks similar to those made by the Weasley twins.

It has built-in invisibility, armor protection and Muggle confusion charm.

With these magical costumes.

Yang An can take a group of magicians around the world to look for magic props.

Because of this, he gained the gratitude of the members of the Magic Brotherhood.

They exclaimed, no wonder the Holy Son looked down on them.

This is the real magic!

Some people were on guard in the surroundings, protecting Yang An in the center, while others were resting and recuperating.

No one spoke, everyone was doing their own thing quietly.

Yang An slowly opened his eyes.

A strange red light flashed across his dark eyes.

The light from the campfire in front of him shone on his slightly pale face, and his deep facial features made him look majestic and awe-inspiring.

"The fire demon energy contained in the dragon fangs of the Holy Lord has been completely devoured."

He let out a breath and a flame burst out of Yang An's mouth.

He exudes a powerful deterrent force and an ancient aura.

This attracted the attention of the magicians. With surprise in their eyes, they did not make a sound to disturb the Holy Son.

The momentum originating from the demonic energy of fire was quickly restrained by Yang An.

Raise your hand.

In his hand, a cracked and ancient mask appeared. The mask had a devil-like face and emitted blue light.

Lift it up and look at it carefully.

The evil ghost's face seemed to be looking at Yang An.

However, the evil ghost mask did not look as ferocious compared to Yang An, who had no white pupils and whose eyes were as black as a ghost.

"Sure enough, the Shadow Kingdom is still under blockade, and the nine generals are all in a deep sleep. We can use this mask to gain some authority over the Shadow Kingdom."

Yang An talked to himself.

It’s a pity that this mask is not far from being shattered.

The Holy Lord sealed the mask with magic and continued to draw power from it. In addition, Yang An did not cherish this ghost mask too much.

If it breaks, will the Black Shadow Legion general sleeping inside be resurrected or completely annihilated?

Yang An thought silently for a while and put away the mask temporarily.

Stand up.

His actions attracted the attention of the surrounding magic brotherhood members.

"Son!"

All the people in robes bowed respectfully to Yang An.

"Yeah." Yang An nodded to these people.

"You guys keep waiting. Notify me when the Lotus Temple shows up. I have something to do."

"Yes, Holy Son."

He watched as his own Holy Son flew into the air and soared into the sky and left.

The magicians looked at each other and saw the amazement in each other's eyes.

The power of the Son of God seems to have become even stronger.

This made the already extremely pious people even more in awe of Yang An. They firmly believed that the Holy Son would lead them to establish a new order and a new world!
All they need to pay is absolute loyalty.

No further discussion was held.

The magicians turned their heads again and continued to wait, absorbing the magic power around them.

Waiting for the Lotus Temple to appear on a full moon night.

It is said that the knowledge stored there is more than anywhere else in the world. For magicians, knowledge is power and the greatest wealth.

"call out--!"

The black robe on Yang An kept fluttering in the strong wind.

He flew quickly over the mountains and forests, about thirty kilometers away, and found an open hill to land.

"It's nice here."

Look around.

The hills are covered with low shrubs.

There is a large open space, exposed under the bright moonlight, and there are many rock layers. This is a rocky mountain.

Yang An was satisfied. This place was perfect for testing magic. He turned his hand and took out a magic wand made of the Holy Lord's Dragon Fang and other materials.

Although this wand is a bit crude in its workmanship, it is quite powerful.

Maybe it’s because it was made with a lot of precious magical materials.

The Holy Lord's treasure house contains many precious magical materials.

Sealed for thousands of years.

Most magical materials could not withstand the passage of time and lost their magic power.

But there are still a small number of the most precious magic materials and props that still retain their magic.

As one of the eight demons, the Holy Lord has very high vision, and the materials and props he collected are all first-class treasures.

And the ones that can be preserved among so many precious materials are naturally the top-level magical materials.

It just so happened that Yang An used those magic materials to make three magic wands.

The wand in his hand.

The entire body is crystal white, smooth like jade, and has a slightly curved arc. It is made of the Holy Lord's dragon teeth, lightning-struck wood, and the tendons of the evil dragon raised by the Holy Lord.

When using fire magic and black magic, it can be enhanced by 50%, which is half the power.

It fits perfectly with the talents of the Son of Darkness.

Another one.

It is said to be a magic wand, but in fact it is a magic ring, worn by Yang An himself.

He seemed to be able to cast spells wandlessly and silently with ease.

In fact, he also relied on the power of the magic ring.

The magic ring was made of a piece of meteorite iron that resonated with magic power from the Holy Lord's treasury, fused with a large amount of precious metals, and inlaid with a scale of a golden-horned giant beast. It was finally completed with the help of my father.

Even my father felt that this magic ring with scale patterns was an extremely precious magic weapon.

In this era when spiritual energy is declining and righteousness is not evident, having a magic ring will greatly enhance your strength.

If a spirit could be injected into it, it could be called a magic weapon.

It was named the Golden Horn Magic Ring by Yang An.

The power of this magic ring is worthy of my father's praise.

It can absorb some magic power to increase defense.

Yang An tried it and wanted to see the upper limit of the magic power absorbed by the magic ring.

But even if he injected all of his own magic power into it, it would not reach the upper limit. The magic power absorbed by the magic ring would not disappear, but would be mostly stored in the ring, and the loss rate would be very slow.

On the one hand, it helps the owner of the ring to recover magic power, and on the other hand, it can stimulate the stored magic power to release an attack.

It is equivalent to a large power bank.

With this magic ring, Yang An generally does not need to use his precious willpower to transform it into magic power to make up for the gap.

It also has built-in defense and repelling effects, and can increase the speed of magic absorption.

It is considered the strongest of the three magic wands made by Yang An.

As for the third magic wand, it is naturally in Whitebeard's hands, so we will not mention it for now.

Yang An stroked the smooth and round dragon tooth wand, looked around, looking for a suitable target to attack.

Finally, he aimed at a huge rock that was mostly exposed. Now that he had obtained the magic of fire, he naturally tried the power of fire magic.

In the world of Harry Potter, his constant research into elemental magic finally paid off.

Take the average level of magical power of seventh-year Hogwarts graduates as an example.

When exerting all his strength, the blazing flames can condense into a fire dragon that is ten to thirty meters long at its maximum power.

The temperature can reach over 3,000 degrees Celsius.

Yang An is currently just in the third grade, which is a four-year gap. The magic power in a wizard's body is not obtained through practice, but through talent.

At the beginning, the young wizard has less magic power in his body. After entering Hogwarts, he will enter a period of rapid growth and reach a small peak state until he graduates as an adult.

The magic power growth rate will then slow down, and as age increases, the magic power will also increase.

In other words, compared with the graduates, Yang An had four fewer years of rapid growth in magic power.

However, Yang An's many magical talents combined also make him a truly talented player.

Before absorbing the devil energy of fire, Yang An could use all his strength to stimulate a fire dragon of nearly a hundred meters!

"Let's see if there will be any improvement."

"——The flames are blazing!"

Yang An was eager to try, and swung his dragon tooth magic wand fiercely towards the huge rock exposed in front of him!
In an instant.

The vortex of magic power that formed in his body began to operate.

The strange purple vortex in the center is the source of magic power in Yang An's body. After absorbing the magic energy of the Holy Lord, it turned one-third deep red.

The magic vortex was surrounded by nine white holy flames.

At this moment, these magical powers were fully mobilized.

A deep red source of magic power, like magma, suddenly erupted, guided through the veins in Yang An's body, and rushed out from his right hand where he raised the magic wand.

Then it is enhanced by the Dragon Tooth Wand.

Finally, in the night, a terrifying picture was formed.

The light shines brightly!

"boom--!"

A lifelike dragon with deep red and dark gold mixed in, made entirely of flames, rushed out from the wand held high by the young man in a black robe.

The entire hilly area was illuminated as bright as day.

First, a lifelike, ferocious dragon head with dragon horns and whiskers emerged from the magic wand.

Like a trapped dragon ascending to the sky, it leaped into the sky and circled around Yang An.

The ferocious and huge dragon head alone is as big as a five-story building.

Yang An, standing there, looked very small.

This is not the end yet. What followed was a larger, more slender dragon body covered with dark golden dragon scales.

If Yang An hadn't said it, no one would have been able to tell that this dragon body, which looked like it was carved out of red jade, was actually condensed from flames.

In the end, a crimson dragon that was more than 150 meters long appeared and circled around Yang An.

Yang stood there quietly.

Looking at the crimson dragon circling, it consumed about one-third of his total magic power.

Compared to the previous time when he used the Blazing Flame, the dragon's body size did not grow much this time, but the fire element contained in it was greatly enhanced.

Repeat the compression several times.

If it were to fully explode, its power would be no less than that of a high-yield missile.

“But this power is not enough to deal with the Holy Lord.” Yang An looked at the Fire Elemental Dragon with more admiration in his eyes, but soon shook his head.

The Holy Lord is the inhabitant of the fire element, the fire demon.

Using fire against him might just increase his strength.

But it would be useful against other people.

"Oops, we can't throw it here, it's too powerful, where should we throw it then?"

Yang An was a little troubled about how to deal with this curse.

The mere appearance of such a magic dragon is already very eye-catching. Yang An deliberately chose a more remote area to reduce the probability of being discovered.

If it erupts completely, it will probably cause a raging fire in the surrounding area.

It doesn't matter in other places, but it's not good to do this in Tokyo University and destroy some flowers and plants.

But dispersing the spell would waste magic power.

Just as Yang An was thinking, he seemed to sense something, his figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared from the spot and appeared in the sky.

"Over there, there is a strong smell of evil spirits."

Looking towards the southwest.

There, dark clouds were rolling constantly, and there was a dangerous and evil aura flowing.

Although it cannot be seen, it is most likely not a good thing. Perhaps some evil demon has been born.

During this turbulent time when the Holy Lord will inevitably revive and return to the world, the black energy also begins to become active, awakening a few great demons to be born, perhaps to aid the Holy Lord's return.

Yang An frowned and said softly, "Then throw it over there."

"go with!"

Give an order.

The hovering crimson dragon suddenly jumped out, turning into a stream of light like fireworks, and rushed towards the direction Yang An pointed.

It didn't take long.

Suddenly, a flash of fire shot up into the sky in the distance.

Yang An waited quietly for a moment.

He found that the black clouds covering that place had dissipated and the evil aura was gone, then he clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Get it done and call it a day.

He is also making a contribution to his hometown.

Furthermore.

When these evil demons are born, they will definitely compete with him for the favor of the black energy.

Yang An looked stern.

It is enough for him alone to bear the favor of the black energy.

As for other monsters and demons, it’s better for them to die!

the other side.

As the moonlight completely fell into the bamboo forest.

The magicians who were waiting quietly made a slight commotion.

Before my eyes, there is a huge and magnificent temple.

From virtual to real in a large open space in the center of the bamboo forest.

The Lotus Temple, which houses countless knowledge, has finally unveiled its mystery to the world.

Many magicians were a little excited.

Knowledge is interconnected.

Just like the West calls Qi and spells magic, the East calls them Taoism.

The Brotherhood of Magicians only has a few incomplete books recording spells and no complete inheritance, but it is already very powerful.

If I could get the ancient books treasured in the Lotus Temple.

Then they will definitely be able to fulfill the Son of God’s wish and let magic completely rule the world!
"Quickly notify the Holy Son!"

Without hesitation, the leader of the magicians ordered his men.

At this time, a calm voice sounded.

"No, I'm already here."

Everyone was stunned and looked towards the center, only to see a large shadow strangely appearing next to the campfire.

Then, Yang An, wearing a black robe.

Led by several ninja soldiers covered in night clothes, they walked out of the shadows.

“Is this the Lotus Temple?”

Yang An looked up curiously at the towering buildings in front of him.

The area it covers is much larger than he had imagined, and its scale is comparable to the Potala Palace in Tibet.

Not losing contains universal wisdom.

Looks like I need to call for some help, Yang An thought, stroking his chin. He raised his hand, an illusory ghost appeared in his dark eyes, and said.

"Soldiers of the Shadow Kingdom! Heed my call, I need you!"

(End of this chapter)