From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 260 The Third Prophecy
"It? Who is it?"

Li Yang keenly discovered that the "it" mentioned by Suzuki Mina and Shimaki Ryo were not the same person.

Suzuki Mina was very secretive. "I don't know. It's like a drowning person holding onto a wooden board. When he sees a huge black shadow on the bottom of the sea, he will only be afraid out of his instinctive fear. He dares not make a sound or move."

"beep!"

The ship started, and no more information could be obtained from Suzuki Mina. Li Yang waved and bid farewell to this great crow from the Land of Sakura.

In the azure blue of the sea and sky, above the sparkling waves, flocks of seabirds glide by like white dots.

Li Yang stood at the port with his hands behind his back, letting the sea breeze blow on his face and lowering his head in thought.
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Vatican, Sistine Chapel.

Today is the last day of the meeting, and the final three proposals will be voted on.

A lot has been deleted from these proposals, and they are the final three that were continuously rejected and deleted from the 192 proposals generated by 16 countries. The future development order of the global supernatural world will be generated from these three proposals.

There are three proposals, one from China, one from the United States, and one from Australia.

Inside and outside the venue, countless people are eagerly waiting to get first-hand information.

Magical League, European Consulate to the Vatican.

Morris held the communication device tightly, waiting for the final result.

Their betting on China this time can be said to be a huge political adventure. As a member of the royal family of Great Britain, whether Morris can rely on this achievement to enter the real power layer of the Magic Alliance depends on the voting results.

As he stroked the shaman's prophecy picture, a flush of excitement appeared on Morris' face.

The more critical the moment, the more you need to stay calm and composed. Morris knew this very well. She put on her makeup and walked into the depths of the consulate.

The interior of the entire consulate was decorated in standard European Western style, looking simple and elegant. Morris took a deep breath and walked to the deepest part of the consulate with his magic wand in hand.

There are five rooms inside, corresponding to the five elders of the Magic Alliance. They are all A-level in strength and are also the five third-level magicians of the Magic Alliance.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Morris couldn't help but feel overwhelmed: "Soon, there will be a sixth one."

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Morris knocked on the first door.

This is the work that Morris must do every day. Every day she must report to the five elders on the progress of yesterday's meeting and the latest news from various foreign supernatural forces.

After reporting to the two elders in succession, Morris stopped in front of the third door a few minutes later.

The elder in this door is the shaman priest.

This priest has an eccentric personality and behaves in a way that is somewhat like a medieval witch, which is hard to understand. However, her ability in divination and prophecy has enabled her to be promoted to the Council of Elders since she joined the Magic Alliance.

Taking a deep breath, Morris knocked on the door as usual.

"Dong dong dong."

"Dong dong dong."

"Dong dong dong."

There was no answer, and there was no voice of the shaman as usual. Morris took a step back and looked suspiciously at the "Working" status card at the door.

"Elder, I'm Morris, are you in there?"

After asking a few questions in succession, the noise alarmed several other elders.

An elder asked, "What's going on? Isn't Mo in the room?"

"No, I saw her enter the room this morning, but I didn't hear her open the door later."

In order to show respect, there was an agreement in the Elders' Council that magic should not be used to explore the privacy of the elders at will, so the elder just raised his magic wand and knocked on the door.

At this point, everyone realized that something was wrong. You have to know that this was a third-level magician, and it was not possible for him to fall into a deep sleep like a mortal and not be able to hear any sound from the outside world.

Maurice tied up his flaming long hair, and when he approached the crack in the door, he suddenly smelled a rusty smell.

The smell is faint, yet extremely familiar.

Morris' eyes widened and he said in shock: "There's a smell of blood in the room!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of several elders who had heard the news changed drastically.

Regardless of the rules, Morris shouted a few times, but still got no response, so he cast a fire magic and blew open the door lock.

Morris rushed into the room first. In the middle of the room, there was a wooden table with crystal balls, teeth and fur of various animals, and some bottles and jars containing some secret medicine.

At the main seat on the wooden table, the shaman priest Mo also fell on the table, bleeding from all seven orifices, unconscious.

"Great spirit of nature, when people are most helpless, please listen to my call and float the great divine light in the air so that all the wounded and bleeding people can be healed."

Upon seeing this, an elder immediately swung his magic staff and cast a healing spell. Morris quickly stepped forward and helped the shaman up.

At this time, the shaman was almost out of breath, his aura had dropped to the bottom, and he could barely maintain the aura fluctuations of a third-level magician.

As he helped the shaman up, Maurice accidentally caught a glimpse of a newly drawn graffiti on the shaman's desk.

"This is... the latest prophecy..."

Morris held the shaman with one hand and pinched Doodles with the other, his mind buzzing.

The shaman, who had received healing magic from several elders, suddenly opened his eyes.

After waking up, the shaman immediately grabbed Morris' sleeves, screaming at the top of his lungs, blood still gushing from his seven orifices.

"Things, are not over yet, it, it is not dead yet!"

"It will bring disaster to this world. The gods no longer dare to respond to me. The gods... the gods are also afraid of it!!!"

After saying this, the shaman could no longer hold on, his breath weakened, blood spitting out of his mouth and he fainted.

This was backlash, the backlash for her many times of divining the secrets of the universe.
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Li Yang stood at the coast and pondered for a long time before slowly turning around and walking towards the Vatican.

The sea breeze is mixed with a salty and humid smell, which is a different scene than that in the mountains.

As soon as he walked out of the coast, Li Yang received a text message from Morris.

After getting to know Morris over the past few days, the two have exchanged contact information.

There were only two short sentences in the text message.

"The demon lurking in the deep sea is baring its fangs."

"It's not over yet. Also, since last night, Alchemist's Guild President Lederman and Voodoo Cult Leader Rama have not shown up in the Vatican. Be careful!!"

There was no change in Li Yang's expression. After reading the message calmly, he put the phone back into his trouser pocket.

"Hey, if I had to rely on you to remind me of the problem, I would have died countless times."

After putting the phone back, he subconsciously looked ahead. Beyond the coast, a range of gray and white mountains with a hint of green could be seen faintly.

This is the only way from the port to the Vatican, a small hill.

Compared with the mountains in China, the mountains in Europe are always less majestic. Li Yang smiled, showing a rare hint of arrogance.

"Are you desperate? If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who raised the problem... This is your usual style. If that's the case, don't blame me!"

Li Yang paused for a moment, then walked over.

Mountains, desolate.

This peak cannot even be called a mountain, it can only be regarded as a small hill with an altitude of only two or three hundred meters. There are also various large and small hills scattered around it.

Among the mountains, Li Yang walked on the damp and cold mountain path, looking around carefully.

It was almost February, the coldest time of the year, and many of the tall trees on the mountain had turned gray, with gnarled branches and thin frost hanging on the branches from the cold air.

Li Yang's steps seemed to be very slow. There was a howling mountain wind around him, wrapped in cold air and frost, passing by him.

When passing a tree, he casually stretched out his right hand, with his five fingers slightly spread out, and reached straight into the tree.

"what!"

Right on that tree, there was a sudden scream, and as the air twisted, a white-skinned European and American man covered in metal was lifted out by Li Yang like a child.

Seeing that he was discovered, the man wanted to struggle, but there was no spiritual energy fluctuation from Li Yang's five fingers. The man's expression was distorted, and in an instant his whole body was charred and he fell off the cliff like charcoal.

Li Yang clapped his hands, as if he had just dealt with an ant. He then turned to face the mountain road ahead and said with a smile, "Why, do you and the Alchemy Society have so many cannon fodders? You two can let them die without any regrets."

"Gurgling."

On the mountain road ahead, a dozen tall trees made gurgling sounds. Along with the distortion of the air, the leading Lederman and Rama slowly showed up. Li Yang saw several people next to them who looked familiar, including the only A-level master from South Korea.

In Lederman's hand, there was a man, covered in blood, who had been tortured beyond recognition of a human being.

"You should have spotted us a long time ago. Why didn't you just fly back to the Vatican instead of coming here in such a swagger?"

Lederman spoke coldly, his pupils filled with bloodthirsty murderous intent.

Li Yang smiled calmly: "After entering the Vatican, I will have to find a reason to attack you again. This time, it's rare that you have gathered together and sent it to me, so I can solve it all at once."

"Humph!" After hearing Li Yang's words, Lederman's eyes became even colder: "You are too confident."

Rama next to him had already taken out a set of bone magic weapons: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You can't blame us. You are the only real S-level master, but your reputation is too big. You have encroached on too many of our interests, so you must die here."

As soon as Rama finished speaking, Lederman picked up the inhuman creature in his hand in a demonstrative manner.

He did not sneer, nor did he bother to stand on the moral high ground.

He just gradually increased the strength in his hands, his fingers showing a metallic texture, deeply embedded in the flesh of the bloody man's forehead, and the big head was about to explode like a watermelon.

"This is your ally, the A-level expert from Xiong Zhanli. He tried to sneak into our consulate to steal life machinery yesterday, but I caught him on the spot. If you want to save him, please show us your sincerity."

Lederman's eyes were indifferent, and the old man Xiong Zhanli could not even utter a groan of pain.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a hint of doubt appeared in Redmand's eyes, and then slowly turned into anger!

Li Yang didn't even look at his hand movements, but walked to a position about fifty meters in front of them and stood still, looking down, as if he was struggling with something.

After looking for a while, Li Yang finally chose the Korean master.

It's simple. Li Yang is not very fond of South Korea. Moreover, this Korean guy seems to want to show off and stands directly at the front of the team.

Afterwards, when the Korean master had no time to react, Li Yang stretched out his hand and his body flew towards Li Yang uncontrollably.

"boom!"

Before he could even let out a scream, the only A-level player from South Korea was slammed half into the ground by Li Yang like a nail.

"you wanna die!"

Rama on the side finally reacted. He roared, controlled the white bone tool in his hand, and with a whoosh, a ghost shadow was sent towards Li Yang.

The evil ghost had a green face and fangs, his body was covered with black hair, and his claws gleamed like steel. Wherever he passed, the grass and trees withered and the air became eerie and gloomy.

The evil ghost rushed straight to Li Yang's eyebrows, as if it wanted to open Li Yang's skull and occupy his sea of ​​consciousness.

"As expected of the leader, any of these evil spirits is comparable to the ghost king created by the great wizard in Yangping City."

Li Yang praised slowly and calmly, one hand still holding the Korean master to the ground, while the other hand casually grabbed the claws of the evil spirit.

Logically speaking, the evil ghost should be illusory, but Li Yang actually caught the entity of the evil ghost. The bone chain in his hand made a crisp sound, and the evil ghost Senluo screamed and fell to the side.

From beginning to end, Li Yang didn't even look up at the evil ghost that was about to tear open his eyebrows.

Rama's face changed drastically: "It's the God-Locking Chain! That old man from Australia actually gave this thing to you!"

Rama felt that he was extremely unlucky. He only had a few nemesis of Voodoo, a thunder magician and a wizard from Australia, and now all of them were gathered in one person!

At this time, Li Yang looked at the Korean master who was still struggling under his palm. Every time the opponent said "Xiba", the strength in Li Yang's hand increased by three points.

After a few times, the Koreans no longer dared to speak, and looked at their eldest brother Redman with tears streaming down their faces.

Subconsciously, he wanted to threaten Li Yang with the master Xiong Zhanguo in his hand, but looking at Li Yang's calm face, Lederman reacted quickly.

This Russian guy has nothing to do with the other side. The one they are holding is their little brother who will dominate the world in the future.

Lederman kicked Uncle Xiong Zhanli away from his hand and looked at Li Yang angrily: "Stop it! Li Yang, don't think you are really invincible!"

After saying that, Lederman leaned over and rushed towards Li Yang. His two arms showed a metallic luster and smashed towards Li Yang with great force.

Li Yang threw the half-dead stick aside like a dead dog and took out the Changle Sword.

Ever since the Nanming Sword was damaged, Li Yang has been using the Changle Sword as a temporary sword.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, before Lederman arrived, his fist suddenly deformed like a machine, and in an instant it turned into a strange weapon, shooting energy waves towards Li Yang.

Even Li Yang didn't expect this feint. He just frowned slightly, and then threw out more than ten Five Thunder Talismans with a whoosh.

At the same time, Li Yang summoned the Moon Essence Wheel and slashed towards Lederman.

"boom!"

The sound waves from the huge explosions knocked down trees, and the German guy nearby was blown away like a dead dog.
"thorn"

The Moon Essence Wheel collided violently with Lederman. Lederman roared, raised his right arm and smashed the Moon Essence Wheel back.

I don’t know what material this guy used to transform his body, but he can actually resist the sharpness of the Moon Essence Wheel!
At the same time, Rama of Voodoo was also chanting and descending nearby, muttering to himself and dancing like a shaman.

Faced with the two people joining forces, Li Yang felt a little bit difficult for the first time since he entered the path of cultivation.

But, it was just a slight trace.

After sighing, Li Yang slowly unsheathed the Changle sword in his hand.

This time it was not the twenty-two basic sword styles, but the Wudang sect's secret, the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword.

(End of this chapter)