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

The Holy Lord didn't expect that he would almost suffer at the hands of a weak child.

Although Yang An should be considered a teenager to be precise.

But compared to the Holy Lord who has existed since the birth of the world.

A year or ten years is just a blink of an eye.

"boom--!"

Dad, Jackie Chan, Xiaoyu and Sheriff Blake all looked at the sky in shock.

Yang An held the divine sword in his hand and chopped the Holy Lord down from the air with one sword, and he fell heavily on the street.

A faint light burst out from the sword in Yang An's hand.

This dragon-slaying sword, which had been silent for countless years and seemed to have lost its former divine power due to time, now shines again!
"That's impossible. You are a follower of darkness and should be affiliated with our Chaos Camp. How could you possibly use the weapons of those gods?"

This sword obviously caught the Holy Lord off guard and caused him great harm.

It was visible to the naked eye that one of the dragon horns on his head was cut off in half, and light golden blood was flowing out. However, the Holy Lord did not care and roared in embarrassment and anger.

In the past thousands of years, nothing has happened that has surprised the Holy Lord so much.

Among humans, the only ones who can use divine weapons are the powerful great wizards and the darlings of human righteousness.

Saint Seiya!
Only then can you use the artifacts left by the eight immortal gods at will.

he!
A follower of the dark chaos camp.

Why? !

In the sky, Yang An glanced at the Holy Lord calmly and replied, "Although I am in darkness, my heart always yearns for light!"

“Not all darkness is chaos and evil, and not all people walking in the light are good people of order and justice.”

"I am different from you!"

"Good!" Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes flashed with excitement, but unfortunately he still had to chant the spell, so he could only secretly praise him in his heart.

Jackie Chan, who was standing aside, agreed with Yang An's words.

And in the air.

Yang An unprecedentedly opened up the dual talents of righteousness and evil.

His left face showed determination, his right face showed peace, and he held a sword in his hand pointing it at the Holy Lord below.

“Black and white, yin and yang, have existed since the birth of the world and should not be simply divided into good and evil.”

"And you, a demon who only loves chaos, killing, and war, are the villains who should be completely suppressed!"

Unfortunately, these words are unlikely to be recognized by the Holy Lord.

He slowly stood up from the big hole in the ground, the scarlet in his eyes becoming more and more dazzling, "Boy, you remind me of those hypocritical gods. You... disgust me!"

"Besides. Hahaha." The Holy Lord laughed wildly, his aura rising higher and higher, and a flaming throne formed behind Him.

"The black energy itself belongs to chaos. If you abandon your own camp and throw yourself into the embrace of order, the black energy will no longer favor you."

"You are about to die!"

For the Holy Lord, today should have been the day of His resurrection and rebirth.

However, they were challenged again and again by the once weak humans.

The Holy Lord's anger had already reached its peak.

He is God! The great, immortal demon god!

Coexisting with the heaven and earth, living with the sun and the moon, how can a group of ants challenge their majesty?

The Holy Lord also has his own pride.

The Holy Lord spoke in a stern and cold tone.

"I won't kill you. I'll just capture you and use you to threaten that old man."

"Do you think that old man will stop the magic circle?"

"Will the light you long for come to save you?!"

The Holy Lord stood up, stepped into the void step by step, and walked towards Yang An who was floating in the air.

The huge body is full of deterrence.

His ferocious face was full of sarcasm as he roared.

"They will just watch you die, and call it a sacrifice at best!"

"Are you ready to be abandoned by the order you long for?"

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Yang An's young and handsome face.

He lowered his head.

Below was Jackie Chan with an anxious look on his face, and Xiaoyu who was yelling at him to run faster. His father, whose face was already full of struggle, was speeding up to activate the talisman.

Yang An turned his head and raised the sword in his hand towards the Holy Lord who was pressing forward step by step.

"I won't be caught by you, and you will definitely be sealed today!"

"Besides, I am not rejecting darkness. After darkness there must be light, and after light there must be darkness. The two are not contradictory!"

"Humph, you are so sharp-tongued."

The Holy Lord said coldly, and suddenly accelerated, opening his sharp claws and grabbing towards Yang An.

The terrifying dragon claws flashed with cold light and continued to grow larger.

"Humph, the so-called demon god is a sneak attack?"

Yang An reacted just as quickly. While he was taunting, he tightly grasped his sword and rushed towards the Holy Lord again.

"Bam—!"

The two figures intertwined.

But at the same time, a dazzling white light also spread from the sword in Yang An's hand to the Holy Lord's hand.

"boom!"

Although the Holy Lord is the master of fire, he controls the original fire of all things in the world.

But the Holy Flame does not originate from this world.

Use holy flame to fight against the devil flame of the Holy Lord.

The moment it touched the Holy Lord's palm, the Holy Flame ignited.

The Holy Lord didn't take it seriously at first, but when He realized that He could not get rid of the white flames, His face suddenly turned gloomy.

"What's this?!"

The Holy Lord realized that this strange white flame was actually devouring the magic power in his body and was burning more and more vigorously.

There was no answer from the Holy Lord.

Yang An inexplicably felt that the sword left by the immortal god in his hand seemed to be becoming more and more handy to use, and various sword techniques emerged from his mind as if he had learned them without a teacher.

He flashed in the air again and rushed towards the Holy Lord.

"Shh-!"

This time, Yang An was even faster.

Another thing that no one can see is still happening.

Above his head, the dark clouds entangled with black energy and positive energy all noticed Yang An below.

Zhengqi fully agreed with the speech that Yang An had just made.

Even the black energy did not reduce its favor towards Yang An as the Holy Lord had said. Instead, after a slight hesitation.

He drew some of the Holy Lord's favor from him and poured it into Yang An's body along with the righteousness.

This scene is extremely rare.

The evil energy and the positive energy actually began to favor the same person at the same time.

Because of this, Yang An's strength was not suppressed, but instead improved. Although it was only temporary, it gave him the power to fight against the Holy Lord.

Be aware of this.

Yang An also became more and more courageous as the battle went on.

He accelerated several times in an instant, came in front of the Holy Lord, turned around, and the strong wind he stirred up made a loud noise because of his fast speed.

Roundhouse kick!
Before the Holy Lord could react, Yang An's right foot had already made a 360-degree rotation and slapped the Holy Lord hard in the face.

"boom!!!"

Thousands of tons of violent force poured out from Yang An's legs and exploded on the old face of the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord was caught off guard and was not prepared, and he did not expect Yang An to dare to kick him directly.

He was directly blown away by the huge force.

It rolled over and hit the building next to it. With a loud bang, the whole building collapsed completely, and a large amount of rubble flew around.

"Cough cough!"

The Holy Lord was stunned and stood up from the wreckage, not understanding what had happened.

Why does a mere teenager have such powerful strength and speed? Why can't he control these burning flames?

He! He is the Fire Devil who controls flames.

This is so unreasonable.

Soon, the Holy Lord realized the reason.

The favor of the black energy on his body was actually decreasing and was being devoured by the young man in front of him.

"How is this possible? The power of the black energy belongs to me!"

The Holy Lord's roar of shock and anger, and his panicked screams echoed throughout the city. He realized that he seemed to be abandoned by the black air.

This is something the Holy Lord absolutely cannot tolerate. If the black energy no longer favors him, he is afraid that he will repeat the mistakes of a thousand years ago.

The Holy Lord felt fear, a fierce light flashed in His eyes, and He actually planned to turn around and escape.

However, how could Yang An watch the Holy Lord slip away? All his efforts were just to wait for this moment.

Delay until dad completes the sealing array!

"Holy Lord, you are going to catch me, where are you going?"

Listening to the indifferent voice coming from behind.

The Holy Lord had a gloomy expression on his face, and he continued to fly out of the city at high speed without looking back.

At the same time, the Holy Lord's demonic body gushed out endless flames, covering a very wide area. The flames turned into a wall of fire that covered the sky and the sun, blocking him and Yang An.

Soon, a lifelike, ferocious and terrifying red dragon gathered and grabbed towards Yang An.

Yang An's eyes moved, and he did not confront the charging fire dragon head-on, but teleported directly, and caught up with the Holy Lord again.

Stand in front of the Holy Lord!

Looking at the Holy Lord with an anxious look on his face.

"I said, today will be the day you are sealed forever!"

"Stay!"

"Get out of my way!" The Holy Lord understood how troublesome Yang An was. He felt a little annoyed. If he had known this would happen, he should have left just now.

As a result, he tried to capture Yang An and threaten the old man, but failed.

Now, a slight fear emerged in the Holy Lord's heart. He opened his mouth without hesitation and spit out another pillar of fire towards Yang An.

But it was cut in half by the sword that Yang An raised high!

"I'll remember you, kid! I'll remember you!!!"

The Holy Lord saw that his attack was blocked again, and realized that it was the sword of the immortal god that was helping him. He also discovered that the black energy and the positive energy on Yang An's body were entangled together, working together to help this human.

His eyes were bloodshot and filled with resentment, staring at Yang An like a poisonous snake.

Yang An curled his lips. "Do you remember me?" It doesn't matter. We will see each other again soon!

Yang An stretched out his hand and waved it towards the Holy Lord.

"Sayunara~"

In the distance, a green beam of light, spanning half of the city, shot towards this side, locking onto the Holy Lord with a powerful momentum.

finally.

As the Holy Lord was unable to struggle, he crashed into him.

The next moment, a rune mark was vaguely seen emerging from the Holy Lord's body, echoing with the green magic light column and the sword in Yang An's hand.

The Holy Lord's body began to twist, and his terrifying aura was completely suppressed.

"no no."

Accompanied by the Holy Lord's increasingly ethereal and unwilling voice.

A sculpture of a coiled dragon appeared in the air again and fell rapidly downwards.

Yang An looked down at the direction where the statue of the Holy Lord fell.

A sense of relief welled up in my heart.

Afterwards, he ignored the statue of the Holy Lord and flew all the way back to the street where his father and the others were.

It turned into a stream of light from the sky and fell to the ground.

On the street, the old man and his two companions were waiting anxiously.

"Oh!"

As Yang An landed lightly on the ground, he bowed slightly to his father.

"Teacher, I have fulfilled my mission and I am back!"

Looking at the handsome and energetic boy in front of him, the old man's glasses flashed a little gratification, "Good, good, not bad!"

Xiaoyu, who was standing by, couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over quickly.

"Yang An, you looked so cool just now! How did you do that?!"

Hearing this, Jackie Chan, who was smiling silently at the side, also had a hint of curiosity in his eyes and looked towards Yang An.

Obviously, he also wanted to know how a weak boy could suddenly possess the strength to fight a terrifying demon.

Yang An had already found an excuse for this.

"I don't know either. Maybe it's the power given to me by God."

As he spoke, Yang An showed the long sword in his hand. This sword was given to him by Yang An using his incarnation.

Originally, I just wanted to find an excuse for my final battle.

Unexpectedly, Yang An had a flash of inspiration and activated his talents of dark energy and righteous energy at the same time, and actually activated this magical weapon that had been dormant for a thousand years.

“In addition.” Yang An scratched his head and smiled honestly, “I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but there is an invisible force that has been helping and protecting me.”

"It's the power of righteousness." At this time, Dad suddenly spoke up affirmatively.

The old man looked at Yang An with some emotion in his eyes, and said, "Although he stretched out his hand to the darkness, his heart still yearned for the light. It was Xiao An's perseverance and thoughts that made the righteousness everywhere help him."

Although Jackie Chan didn't understand, after witnessing the scene today, he didn't question whether his father was talking nonsense. He shrugged and said, "Well, sometimes, I also feel that I have been blessed by righteousness, but it may be because the potential in my body has been stimulated."

Jackie Chan still remembers that Yang An is the Son of Darkness and also possesses powerful magical talent. In his opinion, it was Yang An’s magical talent that was activated, helping him fight against the Holy Lord.

Jackie Chan stepped forward, patted Yang An on the shoulder, and nodded at him in a very pleased and friendly manner, "Well done, Xiao An."

Pat the shoulder hard.

It is the best way for men to express recognition between each other.

Yang An smiled but said nothing. He calculated the time and his avatar had already taken away the statue of the Holy Lord. He blinked and asked, "Where are those people from the Magic Brotherhood, Dad?"

"Them?" Dad frowned. Although the Magic Brotherhood, an organization from the dark camp, helped them seal the Holy Lord, Dad still didn't trust these people in his heart.

I think they have other purposes.

"They have already left." Dad turned around and looked at the empty street behind him. "Dad is not a policeman, so he certainly can't stop them."

As he was speaking, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed his mind.

He paused.

"Not good!!! The statue of the Holy Lord!"

Dad's eyes widened, showing a bit more anxiety.

Although the Holy Lord was sealed, he was still transformed into a sculpture, and still had his own will, the original fire energy supplemented by the black air, and most of the unused power.

If the members of the Magic Brotherhood aim to obtain the power of the Holy Lord, then they will definitely target the statue of the Holy Lord!

"Jackie Chan, notify Sheriff Black to protect the statue of the Holy Lord quickly."

Dad made a quick decision and turned to Jackie Chan.

But as he was speaking, a faint voice interrupted him.

"I think you don't need to bother."

(End of this chapter)