Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 53 051. Ange: I fight the Holy Lord?
"Tara, this guy, doesn't he know what a demon is?" The Holy Lord looked at the ruins of District 13, exhaled dragon breath into the sky, and the reinforced concrete structure turned into dripping mud and water.

Hundreds of shadowy soldiers appeared. After transmitting a video and audio clip, the Holy Lord commanded in a hoarse voice, "Find this person."

The shadow soldiers knelt down to receive the order, and then disappeared into the shadows.

Compared to rebuilding his own dynasty, what the Holy Lord really cared about was a little bug, Xu Zhenqing, who took over his body with the power of the sheep talisman when he was away.

"Do you really think you can use the power of the sheep spell to occupy my body without me noticing?" The Holy Lord was a little gloomy. Although that person's ability to hide his breath was very strong, he, a demon wizard, did not notice it.

But His body doesn't lie.

The power of the black energy has actually been suppressed and confined to the earth. In fact, the positive energy has spread throughout the universe, and the yin and yang have long been extremely unbalanced, and it is almost time for the positive energy to be unable to suppress it.

The methods set up by the Eight Immortals on Earth have long been understood by these demons, with the support of black energy.

As long as it breaks out of the earth, the power of the black energy will reach the required level and be on par with the positive energy.

Through Red Queen's control of the surveillance cameras in Area 13, Xu Zhenqing heard the strange words of the Holy Lord, which made him immediately realize that he had been exposed long ago.

The Holy Lord was using his own strength to escape. Xu Zhenqing was extremely confident that such a being whose wisdom had been wiped out by hell was still so difficult to deal with.

Xu Zhenqing silently counted the cards in his hand: Father Daolong, all human beings in the world, the sealing technique left by the Eight Immortals, Pangu's treasure box, the will of the earth, and the history book of time.

"Let Ange test the Holy Lord first, and then set up a dragnet to let the Holy Lord taste what I left in His body." Xu Zhenqing felt cold in his heart. He was indeed a little too eager for success at that time and underestimated the Holy Lord's methods, which laid the seeds of disaster.

Of course, Xu Zhenqing could completely hide himself. His current appearance is very different from before. This change has accumulated little by little during this period of time. After all, various cultivation methods are making people perfect. Relying on the authority of the Shadow Kingdom, it is not difficult to deceive the shadow soldiers.

"But this is my Earth." Xu Zhenqing gritted his teeth. There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Odin at that time was already giving him enough headaches. There were clones scanning all of Europe almost every week. With the addition of a Holy Lord, the villain alliance was basically assembled.

It is necessary to worry, but there is no need to be nervous. Even if all the chaotic forces on the earth are combined, what can they do? We just need to suppress them. No matter how strong they are, they will be limited to a reasonable range. The worst result is to expose some strength. Everything is under control.

It’s nothing more than the difference between small wins, medium wins, big wins, and numb wins.

After figuring this out, Xu Zhenqing's expression returned to calm. The Holy Lord's actions did disrupt some of the plans, but if he went with the flow, it seemed that he could make more plans.

In fact, the reason why Xu Zhenqing's plan deviated was that his understanding of the nature of the stitched world was incomplete. The world is dynamic, especially in a world with so many variables. Without the omniscient and omnipotent Xu Zhenqing, one can still rely on absolute force to smooth out the information imbalance.

The old gentleman Ange, who was still talking with several ladies, was resurrected by the dragon. The flame called revenge was ignited, and he stepped onto the Kun-class fighter plane, which is only one hundred in the world.

Xu Zhenqing walked to an antique shop in San Francisco and rang the doorbell.

"Hmm?"

"Jackie Chan, go and greet the guests. There's one more thing. Dad's tea is cold. Go get a new one."

Dad hit Jackie Chan hard on the head, then picked up his reading glasses and started reading the magic book, hoping to find a way to deal with the Holy Lord. Although the Holy Lord seemed to be imprisoned in District 13, the prophecy of the New Year's bell certainly made his old bones restless.

"We must find a way to seal the Lord before He resurrects. Which page is it on?" Dad muttered to himself. "On the left, in the third book, page 32."

"Yes, that's the one. I remember it now. Thanks for reminding me."

Hearing someone's reminder, Dad suddenly realized what was going on and grabbed the book that recorded the Holy Lord. He was startled when he suddenly realized what was going on: "Who is talking to me?"

"Old sir, it's me." Xu Zhenqing said to his father nonchalantly.

"Who are you?" Dad was a little confused. How did the other party know the location of the magic book he wanted?

Xu Zhenqing jokingly said, "In the Western magician's spellcasting system, there is a magic that specifically searches for books."

"This is really great magic." Dad exclaimed.

"Dad, are you there yet because the guests are here?" Jackie Chan shouted from outside the house.

"Jackie Chan, prepare another cup of tea, quickly. There is one more thing, how do you entertain guests? Don't you know how to bring them in?"

"Excuse me, sir. Please sit anywhere." The old man was hunched over. He had accidentally sprained his waist when he fell before and it hasn't healed yet.

Xu Zhenqing took out a glass of water of life and handed it to his father. The old man felt the surging vitality in the bottle and waved his hands repeatedly, feeling that he could not afford it.

"I came here to buy dozens of antiques and donate them to domestic museums. I also want to ask the old man to help me eliminate the demon."

"What a demon."

Looking at his father who was trying to play dumb, Xu Zhenqing spoke in a gentle tone, "I heard that Tara appeared. The general of the Shadow Kingdom is very concerned about the reincarnation of the Shadow Queen. It seems that this reincarnation is in a little girl named Cheng Xiaoyu."

"Ah, do they want to fight with Dad?" Dad was a little angry, holding the lizard and pufferfish in his hands, gritting his teeth.

On the other side, Ange has become a new planetary level because of his practice of the method of swallowing the starry sky. He was kicked out of the list of parliamentary candidates just because he was a little old, but he is definitely not weak.

With the help of the gravity of the micro planet, Ange was able to fly in the air, so he jumped out of the plane at three times the speed of sound and rushed towards the Holy Lord on the ground.

"You annoying bug, since you have some dragon blood, why don't you kneel when you see me?" The Holy Lord said to Ange with his scarlet eyes flashing.

The Holy Lord knew that all the dragon blood in this world had a source, and it was truly like a meme that would infect some innate creatures, such as Him.

Although these dragon-blood creatures have different powers and strengths, they still follow the principle of higher bloodlines suppressing lower bloodlines.

Ange was forced to ignite his golden eyes, as if they were gilded. Around his pupils were the dragon symbols representing the eternity of the Word Spirit. Under the guidance of the cosmic consciousness, dragon blood represents special life.

"In terms of speed, can you be faster than the Rabbit Talisman?" The Holy Lord spoke arrogantly when he saw Angé stepping into the realm of variable time.

(End of this chapter)