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

"It's you!"

Dad said alertly.

End of street.

From a distance, you can see a young man in a black windbreaker looking at you.

Behind him were burning ruins and thick black smoke. Just standing there he was already in darkness.

Strangely, the young man's voice was very close.

Dad pulled out the pufferfish staff and asked seriously, "You got the statue of the Holy Lord? What do you want?"

The positive energy and the evil energy that had begun to dissipate gathered again and descended upon the young man and the old man, confronting each other head on.

Faintly, there seemed to be a confrontation between the two sides.

"Not so much. The Holy Lord's knowledge and wisdom are what I need, and his flesh and blood are all treasures." The strange young man did not deny it, but said slowly, "Consider it as the reward for my help this time."

"Demons are demons after all. Are you sure you won't be deceived and used by the Holy Lord?"

Dad understood that there was no way to get back the statue of the Holy Lord, and now he wanted to persuade the strange young man.

This sounds like - young man, I advise you to take care of yourself.

"Don't worry about that. I have my own ways to suppress the Holy Lord." The strange young man smiled confidently.

moment.

"If you don't intend to stop me, then I'll take my leave."

Afterwards, seeing that his father didn’t say anything else, the strange young man planned to wave his windbreaker and leave.

Until this moment, Dad suddenly spoke.

"Dad will definitely find the statue of the Holy Lord and lock it up!"

Looking at the strange young man, he paused and waved his hand.

"what ever!"

After a loud bang, he disappeared from the spot.

All that was left was Daddy's fearful look.

"Well, although the resurrection of the Holy Lord was prevented, he has been targeted by a group of more dangerous people. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse."

Dad stood there and sighed. He could feel the leader of the Magic Brotherhood. Although he was young, he had surging magic power in his body.

Dad wasn't sure he could keep the other person.

Now is not the right time to start a war, we can only watch the other party leave.

"Is Dad so dangerous? I saw that young man helped us seal the Holy Lord, and he also said that he had a way to suppress the Holy Lord!"

Before Jackie Chan could finish his words, his father slapped him on the forehead.

The old man stared at his nephew with a half-smile on his face, "Is the Mafia dangerous?"

"Of course it's dangerous, they are all bad guys." Jackie Chan answered honestly.

"The Mafia is just a bunch of ordinary people!"

Dad rubbed his temple with a headache, "But these are a group of dark wizards."

“Who knows what terrible things they will do?”

Let’s not worry about the aftermath in San Francisco for now.

It is said that after the disaster, the city government spokesperson did not immediately come out to calm the people and launch disaster relief work.

Instead, police officers are required to go to wealthy areas to protect the rich, abandoning the already chaotic social order.

Now, every street corner in San Francisco has become a bustling ocean of zero-dollar shopping.

When asked why they did not initiate rescue immediately.

The spokesperson also made a convincing argument.

We ask the people not to learn from the group of cared-for giant babies at the University of Tokyo.

'Disaster relief is the job of socialist countries. People in our free countries should learn to be self-reliant.'

In fact, on Capitol Hill, the blue and red bosses were arguing over this issue again.

Want help and disaster relief.

Well, at least we have to wait for the gentlemen to decide the winner and arrive at a conclusion of the debate.

Yang An found an opportunity, exchanged his original body with his incarnation, and left the incarnation in his father's antique shop.

I have come to Hong Kong!

This is the temporary headquarters of the Magic Brotherhood.

"Phew, it feels so good to be free."

Yang An was in a building purchased by the Magic Brotherhood, admiring the view of Victoria Harbour through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It should be said that this building was donated by its original owner.

When rich people are satisfied with money and enjoyment, they will develop greater greed.

For example, wanting to stay young forever, regain youth, or achieve immortality.

It was by taking advantage of this that the Magic Brotherhood expanded and recruited members, becoming like a fish 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 fantasy side of magic. After all, the end of science is theology, and many scientific giants are religious believers.

In addition, the terrorist battle that took place in San Francisco a few weeks ago, the video and reports have already gone viral around the world.

People were surprised to discover that supernatural powers did exist.

Those wealthy people became even more anxious to find supernatural powers, and were eventually introduced by peripheral members who had already joined the Magic Brotherhood.

Faced with the "lambs" that came to his doorstep, Yang An accepted them all and quickly recruited thousands of peripheral members.

Each peripheral member is worth billions.

It is conceivable how powerful the power held by thousands of billionaires is in the world.

In exchange, Yang An would grant them some first-level abilities, such as limb regeneration, or first-level magic power, etc.

The main point is an equal exchange.

There is another reason for bestowing extraordinary powers.

It was Yang An who planned to promote the vigorous development of positive energy and evil energy.

Originally, the dark energy and positive energy should have risen in a spiral manner, gradually improving the strength level of this world.

When the evil energy is strong and overwhelms the positive energy, the positive energy will become stronger.

When the positive energy is strong, it will overwhelm the negative energy, and the negative energy will become stronger as well, eventually maintaining a delicate balance.

However, ten thousand years ago, the immortal gods broke this rule. They sealed the main source of the black energy, the immortal demon.

And then I pulled myself away from this world.

This caused the spiral staircase to become a castle in the air. Without support, it collapsed instantly.

The extraordinary forces that should have been thriving in the world have fallen silent.

But this time, Yang An can be sure that after the Holy Lord was sealed for the second time.

He, the genuine son of darkness, finally replaced the Holy Lord and became the object of favor of the black energy. In this way, he can try to improve the world system, starting from emitting some extraordinary power.

In the spacious conference room on the rooftop.

Clear left and right.

Yang An entered the room alone, which was accustomed to being closely watched.

A sculpture of the Holy Lord is placed in it.

“Click, click, click, click!”

Yang An's footsteps echoed, and the Holy Lord's will revived.

The scarlet eyes swept over at the first moment.

"It's you!"

The Holy Lord said hoarsely, his tone still filled with resentment and resentment.

His eyes fell on Yang An, who had transformed into a young man. When his father formed the sealing formation, Yang An's incarnation stood beside his father and beat the drum.

"Where's that old guy? Why isn't he with you?"

Yang An raised his head calmly and glanced at the Holy Lord.

This guy is indeed a powerful demon. After discovering that he walked in alone, he must have thought a lot.

So I asked this question deliberately.

What a pity that the Holy Lord would never think of it.

Valon only targeted his wealth, Daolong targeted his power, and Yang An targeted himself! Seeing the young man in front of him raise his head and look straight at him, the God Lord was very familiar with that kind of eyes.

That was the indifferent look he had when he looked at the 'food' that was left to be slaughtered.

The Holy Lord couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

"What do you want from me?"

Yang An did not stop and continued to move closer step by step.

"Power? Wealth? Power! I can give you all of them, wizard!"

Unfortunately, the only response to the Holy Lord was the slight sound of footsteps on the ground.

Until Yang An stood in front of the Holy Lord.

“I don’t know if I can swallow it.”

Hearing Yang An's muttering, the Holy Lord's bad premonition became even stronger.

"Wizard, what do you want to do!"

Seeing the growing panic in the Holy Lord's voice, Yang An frowned slightly and raised his head, saying impatiently.

"You're very noisy."

Yang An waved his hand and the Dragon Tooth Staff appeared in his hand. Ironically, the magic shot out from the Dragon Tooth Staff sealed the Holy Lord's mouth.

At this moment, seeing the familiar Dragon Fang, the Holy Lord's power instantly became agitated.

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 stroked the smooth magic wand and smiled at the Holy Lord.

The next moment, his body began to change rapidly.

"Tear-!"

A tearing sound came from behind him, and a pair of pitch-black wings covered with scales stretched out.

Yang An's appearance changed drastically in the blink of an eye.

His body was covered with diamond-shaped scales, with a light golden spiral horn protruding from his forehead, and sharp claws replacing his hands.

The aura of a wild and mighty beast surged out from Yang An's body.

"!!!"

The Holy Lord looked at the golden light blooming on the wizard's horn, with red light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something.

"Thank you for giving me the position favored by the black energy. Now, please give me your original magic power as well!"

At this time, Yang An has transformed into a smaller unicorn beast. This is a secret method inherited from the memory of the golden-horned beast, which allows him to freely control his body size.

Then!

Under the Holy Lord's horrified gaze, the golden-horned beast opened its bloody mouth with bloodthirsty eyes.

The size of the Panlong statue began to shrink rapidly and was sucked into the mouth of the golden-horned beast.

finally.
"Do not!!!"

Above the Hong Kong River, people seemed to hear a faint and unwilling roar.

People stopped in surprise, but after waiting for a long time and seeing no further movement, they started walking again.

A dark meeting room.

After swallowing the Coiled Dragon sculpture in one gulp, the golden-horned beast curled up.

The dark golden and cruel eyes closed!

Fall into deep sleep.

Inside the Soul Hall.

Saint Son Yang An opened his eyes and the fog quickly dissipated.

Only then did he realize that he had been pulled into the Soul Hall.

The Yang Ans from other worlds were all in the hall, chatting about their own things. When they saw him coming, they greeted him lazily.

Before the Saint Son Yang An could smile and show off the success of his plan, the fat man ate his fill in one bite.

turn out.

There was a stranger named Yang An in the crowd. He was standing there at a loss, apparently accepting the memories of Yang An and others.

The newcomer Yang An was wearing a loose floral shirt, big shorts, flip-flops, and a pair of toad-shaped sunglasses on his face.

Looking so relaxed, I thought he was probably sunbathing on a beach somewhere, but was suddenly dragged to the Hall of Souls.

This is almost true.

As memories gradually merge.

Everyone then realized that this person was Yang An, who traveled to an alternate world, America, and became an orphan from the beginning.

Yellow skin, orphan, America.

Wow, the buffs are fully stacked.

Fortunately, the era of time travel has not yet become as bizarre as the future.

In a sense, America in the 1990s was a beacon of humanity rather than a human oddity.

Relying on his seemingly enhanced memory, Yang An turned himself into a plagiarist. At a young age, he successfully became a well-known writer by plagiarizing the science fiction novels of a certain boss named Liu.

Then, he used the copyright fees to buy a big mansion in Los Angeles and planned to live a life of idleness and waiting for death.

“Finally, he’s not Harry Potter anymore.” Marvel Yang An sighed after reading the newcomer’s mediocre memories.

Alien Yang An rubbed his chin and asked in confusion, "No, to plagiarize Teacher Liu's work like this, there is no Teacher Liu in this world?"

"It seems that there is none. Who asked him to copy it? He borrowed it early."

"This world is just an ordinary world."

"Means nothing."

"It's gone. It's gone."

Listener Yang An expressed his opinion, and newcomer Yang An couldn't help but have a few black lines on his forehead.

Good man, his tongue is still as poisonous as ever in other worlds.

He received more memories, and quickly accepted the fate of his clones in the heavens and all the worlds. At this time, he could not help but refute.

"At least my world is peaceful and tranquil, there are no super powers or alternate dimensions, how cool is that."

Yang An, please be more careful, that's it.

They fought desperately against heaven and earth, but in the end, this guy not only got the ability for free, but also lived in a peaceful world. How cool!

As a result, the Yang Ans became unhappy with the newcomers.

"Hey, why did you betray the surname Yang, the great emperor, and turn to the arms of the enemy, and change your surname to Tang?!"

The newcomer Yang An appeared in an orphanage in San Francisco's Chinatown. After a while, he simply changed his surname to Tang and named himself Tang An.

Fans and friends affectionately call Tang An "Old Tang".

This is simply a betrayal of the Yang family!

The ancestor of the Yang family, Emperor Yang of Sui, had to be resurrected from the underground.

"That's it."

Marvel's Yang An watched the fun and said, "You can't have the last name Tang, right? Change it back, change it back."

After a frolic.

Although it was still unclear which world the newcomer had traveled to, everyone still let the newcomer Yang An sit in the newly appeared top position.

As a red, iron-blooded light bloomed from the back of the chair, patterns appeared.

It turned into a giant red dragon climbing on a magnificent volcano, with a pair of dazzling golden dragon eyes, scanning the city and forest below.
Before everyone knew what was going on, Yang An was wondering what was going on.
Newcomer Yang An’s talent activated!
Fusion

"It comes from the tradition of the dragon clan. The Black King created the White King, who in turn created the four twin dragon kings! If they can be split, they can be reunited!"

"Combining the forces into one, creating unknown changes"

"The abilities evolved through fusion can be combined into three at most. After the fusion, there is a chance that the abilities will advance one level, or mutate, or the fusion will fail. After a fusion fails, it cannot be repeated."

"Unable to fuse talents temporarily"

"Points required to advance:."

Feeling this talent, the Yang Ans almost dropped their jaws.

But then they noticed the introduction of talent.
"Wait a minute, my last name is Tang. People call me Old Tang. I'm a Chinese orphan who likes playing StarCraft and other games."

"Are you the Bronze and Fire King of the Dragon Clan?!"

(End of this chapter)