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

Chinatown, San Francisco.

As the towering Stanley appeared.

There was a ping-pong sound coming from Dad's antique shop.

Then, they noticed that black gas was suddenly gathering and strange phenomena occurred in heaven and earth. Everyone nearby felt their heartbeat pause and an inexplicable feeling of depression developed.

People looked up in horror and looked around, wondering where this oppressive sense of crisis came from.

"Oh!"

The door of the antique shop was knocked open.

The street in front of the door.

The reading glasses hung crookedly on the old man's face. As soon as he rushed out of the store, he subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the west.

As a result, his face changed suddenly.

With a look of shock and a hint of horror, he stared at Stanley in the distance, which was filled with a terrifying atmosphere.

"Oh no! Something terrible has happened. Xiao An, quickly call your Uncle Long and ask him to come back!"

"Okay daddy."

Behind his father, Yang An walked out with his hands in his pockets, his expression very calm.

He also raised his head and looked towards the Mafia building in the distance.

The show has begun.

Inside the Black Hand Building!
After the Holy Lord received the baptism of power, he slowly walked out of the red pillar.

The original coiled dragon sculpture disappeared, and was replaced by a huge monster seven meters tall!

Its body is covered with fine and dense dark green dragon scales, its ferocious dragon head is full of domineering power, its eyes are bloodshot, its claws are sharp and flashing with cold light, and its body is also floating with deep red demonic flames like flames.

Compared to the funny dragon monster in the animation, the Holy Lord at this moment is more terrifying and more vivid!
The Holy Lord let out a long roar towards the sky, and the dragon's roar set off a wave of sound, destroying everything around him with overwhelming force.

“It feels so good to be free!”

The hoarse voice, mixed with satisfaction, echoed around.

The Holy Lord felt his body moving again, and he was so excited that he almost cried, if the devil could cry.

But then, the Holy Lord set his sights on Whitebeard.

Disgust and naked murderous intent flashed in the scarlet eyes.

“Although I haven’t collected all twelve talismans and my power is still far from its peak, my original demonic energy is back!”

"And you, damn old man, your time of death has come!"

Facing the white-bearded man holding a crescent-shaped sword and showing no fear at all, the Holy Lord's eyes glowed red, if he were to talk about the person he hated the most.

The Holy Lord's hatred for the Whitebeard in front of him even exceeded his hatred for Lopez!
Now, He only wanted to tear apart this guy who brought Him humiliation and use his blood to complete the baptism of new life.

Unfortunately, the Holy Lord's declaration, in an attempt to see fear on Whitebeard's face, was in vain.

"Hey, don't think that just because you're a little older, you can disobey your dad, son!"

Whitebeard raised his head and said calmly.

His height was also quite inhuman, and when Yang An transformed, his height also matched the image of Whitebeard, which was more than six meters tall.

Therefore, the resurrected Holy Lord is just on par with Whitebeard.

Talk at the same time.

Rays of lightning flashed from Whitebeard's strong muscles that were about to explode.

Whitebeard's eyes also turned deep blue, and he raised the crescent-shaped sword in his hand high.

"Dad, I will never show mercy to my rebellious son!"

"Ow—!"

In response to Whitebeard, the Holy Lord roared with extreme anger. He suddenly swung out his sharp claws, and it seemed that he wanted to tear the old man in front of him to pieces in his rage.

Whitebeard also held a giant crescent-shaped sword and rushed forward without any hesitation.

Chop diagonally from the right side!
"Shh-"

Lightning was attached to the giant crescent-shaped sword and collided with the dragon scales on the Holy Lord's body.

At the same time, the flames rising from the Holy Lord's dragon claws also hit the blade of the Crescent Moon Sword.

"boom!!!"

The aftermath of the collision between the two.

It was like the blast from a bomb explosion, centered on the battle point between the man and the dragon, and instantly rushed out to the surroundings.

Most of the dark clouds that appeared in the sky were washed away.

The power is evident!
After several collisions in a row, neither of them ended well.

The Holy Lord forced himself to suppress his anger and stared at Whitebeard with some surprise in his eyes.

The Holy Lord discovered.

Whitebeard seems to be stronger than before and has long surpassed the scope of humans.

Humans usually measure strength by magic, of course, there are a few who are abnormal in physical skills.

Their physical fitness is strong enough to be considered as demigod level.

If the Holy Lord collected all twelve talismans, He would naturally have the confidence that He could defeat Whitebeard directly.

But now, he only has electric eyes and levitation. Even his resurrection is a risky and incomplete resurrection. There is no tiger talisman to help balance the power of the holy body in yin and yang. Once he exerts too much force, it may cause his body to collapse.

Looking at the Whitebeard who was full of fighting spirit on the opposite side, the Holy Lord's eyes flickered a little more.

Even though he wanted to devour Whitebeard's flesh and blood and swallow his soul, the Holy Lord possessed all the characteristics of a demon: cunning, treacherous, and good at adapting.

"Human. I think we should talk!"

Hearing the words of the Holy Lord, Whitebeard on the other side smiled wildly, "Why, are you convinced?"

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The Holy Lord's ferocious dragon face became even more distorted, staring at Whitebeard, "Do you really think that I can't kill you?!"

"Then let's fight!"

"Until you are convinced."

Whitebeard curled his crescent-shaped beard, sneered, and swung the crescent-shaped blade in his hand again, rushing towards the Holy Lord.

There was a hint of struggle in the Holy Lord's eyes.

He didn't want to waste time fighting this difficult old man.

He was still missing too many talismans and needed to collect them quickly. At the same time, he had to find the thieves who stole his palace, summon his own palace and release the evil dragon.

There is no benefit at all in wasting his energy fighting this troublesome old man, and it may even cause his body, which has been revived with great difficulty, to collapse again.

It's a very unprofitable deal anyway.

But looking at the white beard rushing towards him
"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"

There was a hint of madness in the Holy Lord's eyes as his aura continued to rise.

The flames rose rapidly.

It covered the body of the Holy Lord and quickly spread to the outside world. The entire sky of San Francisco was reflected as a sea of ​​fire.

This is the most fundamental explosion of demonic energy from the Immortal Demon.

It directly caused drastic changes in heaven and earth.

Whitebeard stood there, the lightning in his eyes became brighter, and his entire body was covered in thunder.

His eyes were filled with fighting spirit!

In addition to delaying time, he also wanted to test how powerful this immortal demon was.
the other side.

Inside Dad's Antique Shop.

"Dad, what's going on?"

Jackie Chan received the call and hurried back, looking confused.

He only saw the red pillar that pierced the sky and the earth.

But now San Francisco is covered by thunderclouds again, with countless lightning and thunder, which is very terrifying, as if the end of the world is coming.

Outside, the citizens were all panicking, not knowing what was going on. Jackie Chan didn't know either.

"Of course it's the Holy Lord!" Dad stretched out his hand and gave Jackie Chan a slap on the face. "Who else could it be?"

Then the old man ignored Jackie Chan and walked back and forth in the room, muttering to himself, "How could the Holy Lord suddenly come back to life? There must be a reason."

"The most important thing now is to find a way to stop the Holy Lord! Otherwise, everything will be over!"

Dad'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 talisman was.

He was a king who once ruled the entire Eurasian continent, an immortal demon.

He was then sealed by the Saints, but a thousand years later, the Saint was revived again.

This time, no Saint Seiya can stop him.

Just when Dad was at a loss and didn't know how to deal with this difficult situation.

"Jingle Bell!"

The doorbell rang.

"Sorry, the store is temporarily closed." Jackie Chan rubbed his forehead and said subconsciously.

But then I heard a playful voice.

"If you don't want to know how to defeat the Holy Lord, then just pretend I've never been here."

Hearing the keyword "Holy Lord".

Dad suddenly turned his head, and Jackie Chan also looked towards the door.

A young man wearing a black windbreaker, with a slightly pale face and a weird appearance appeared at the door.

He was smiling at everyone in the store.

At the same time, through the glass at the door of the store, one can see magicians wearing dark blue robes and hoods standing on the street, silent.

"Hey!!!"

Dad glared and said, "It's those people from the Magic Brotherhood, Jackie Chan. They came to our door."

Jackie Chan didn't need his father to remind him, he subconsciously stood in front of the young man, "What do you want to do?"

"I told you, I have a way to defeat the Holy Lord." The young man spread his hands and repeated.

"You are not welcome here," Jackie Chan frowned and spoke.

But the old man walked up quickly and pushed Jackie Chan aside, "Are you telling the truth? Don't even think about lying to me!"

At this moment.

Yang An, who was standing silently aside, raised his eyebrows.

One could feel that the positive energy that had been dissipated by the black air actually began to condense rapidly as Dad started to speak!
It seems that the positive energy will not sit idly by and watch the Holy Lord successfully revive, and the evil energy will suppress it instead.

However, the appearance of his incarnation gave righteousness an opportunity.

The two sides seemed to have reached a consensus unexpectedly.

——Prevent the Holy Lord from reviving!
It was not as easy as Yang An thought to use Lope's former formation to seal the Holy Lord.

After carefully reading the ancient scrolls that recorded the sealing spell, he found that a great wizard recognized by heaven and earth was needed to serve as the core of the sealing formation.

Without the power of the great wizard, the power of the sealing formation would be greatly reduced.

But at this time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was declining, and it was not easy to find a great wizard.

But think again.

Isn't the person in front of you the direct disciple of a great wizard?

Although my father's strength has not yet reached the level of a great wizard, he is still righteous.

"Of course, I think we can reach a consensus that no one wants the Holy Lord to be resurrected again."

Antique shop.

Yang An's incarnation whispered to his father, and after that he waved his hand, a bamboo tube appeared in his hand and threw it towards his father.

The old man raised his hand and quickly caught the bamboo tube. "Is this the bamboo tube used to store magic knowledge in ancient times?"

Seeing his father's surprised expression, Jackie Chan asked curiously, "Is this bamboo tube very precious?"

Dad placed the bamboo tube on his forehead with an expressionless face.

The next moment, countless knowledge flooded into Dad's mind.

After a while.

The old man raised his head and took a deep look at the smiling Yang An incarnation, then sighed softly, "The value of this bamboo tube is more expensive than all the antiques in this room of my father."

"It seems that the old man believes me?" Yang An said with his hands behind his back.

Dad paused for a moment and nodded, "This is a spell passed down by Saint Seiya Lopez. It can't be fake."

"But the formation needs a great wizard as the core. No wonder you came to us."

Dad said calmly, and at this moment he had a bit of the aura of a proud wizard. He changed his tone and narrowed his eyes.

"But Daddy is very curious. The revival of the Holy Lord should be what you black wizards expect. Why do you come to Daddy to seal the Holy Lord?"

The old man stared at Yang An's incarnation with sharp eyes and asked.

“No one wants to have a demon over their head, and demons are cruel and tyrannical, without any human morals.” Facing his father’s question, Yang An avatar narrowed his eyes and said.

"You and I are both human. We just want to make magic flourish again. There is not much conflict. Besides, the Son of Darkness has been born, which means our wish will come true eventually!"

Yang An transformed himself without leaving a trace and shifted the topic to Yang An.

Hearing this, Dad turned around and glanced at Yang An.

Seeing Yang An just standing there quietly, with a curious baby expression.

"It's the rise of the black energy that is irresistible. It seems that you are not without a bet, but you just put your hope on Xiao An!" The old man's voice suddenly turned cold, "I will never let my disciples go astray!"

"You want to take Xiao An away?!"

Jackie Chan also reacted and stood in front of Yang An, "We are Xiao An's guardian now, and we will never let you take him away. Give up this idea."

Hearing the love and care expressed by his father and Jackie Chan, Yang An's expression softened a lot.

“Not really.” Yang An’s incarnation shook his head. “Since the Holy Son is willing to learn from a great mage disciple, it’s a good thing.”

"Let's not talk about this for now. What do you think of cooperation, old man?"

"Quick, evacuate the surrounding citizens!"

Sheriff Black has sensed the vicinity of the Black Hand Building.

Looking at the scene above, most of the police officers around were shocked.

Amidst lightning and thunder, an endless sea of ​​fire occupied a large area of ​​the sky.

The Black Hand Building and several surrounding blocks were turned into a deadly area.

No one knows what happened.

But Blake vaguely felt that something was wrong.

As he continued to give orders.

"Sir, look!"

A police officer pointed to the sky in panic.

When Sheriff Blake moved his gaze over, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Can be seen at a height of 100 meters.

Two figures suddenly appeared, one of them was extremely ferocious, like a dark green monster, floating in the air, holding a fiery red spear in his hand.

Opposite the dragon-shaped monster was a stalwart giant who was marked on Interpol's wanted list. He had explosive muscles and held a crescent-shaped sword that emitted thunder.

Thunder struck the air and struck the horrible monster on the opposite side.

"Oh my god, are these two the gods from legends?"

Hearing the police officer's mumbling, Sheriff Blake frowned. He took a deep breath and recognized at a glance that the man in the white navy robe was the terrifying super-powered person who had caused trouble in District 13 before.

"Damn it. Now I'm in trouble." (End of this chapter)