The Holy Lord In the Comic World

"Definitely not!" The captain said in seconds.

Completely ignoring Daolon, who was looking at him with a dark face, the captain subconsciously glanced to the side, and found that his subordinates all had expressions of fear and anxiety.

Seeing this, Daolong stopped talking to the captain, and turned around again to look at the three lost souls in the corner.

With a wave of the staff in Daolon's hand, a dark blue and slightly black smoke slowly rose along the gemstone on the top of the staff, and finely divided spells were spit out from Daolon's mouth. These strange and mysterious spells seemed to guide Facing the direction of the black mist, accompanied by the chanting of the spell, the black mist flew straight towards the three of them like a hunter locking on its prey.

The three of them were wrapped in black mist like a cocoon. Immediately afterwards, three light blue transparent beams shot out from the pocket attached to Daolong's waist, like a bullet shooting towards the black mist cocoon.

The imprint on Daolong's forehead began to burst into a strong flash, and after a short flash, the black mist gradually dissipated.

"From now on, the three of you will be my dark killers... Named: Gan, Wen, Cui..."

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The turn of the year is approaching, and at this moment of welcoming the New Year, countless people are working hard for their own goals, but their activities are quite different...

In the ancient palace located on the surface of the moon, Ju Lan stood quietly at the window, looking at the distant and blue planet, frowning.

"The new year is coming soon. In this stage of the old and the new, it is the moment when the black air is skyrocketing...I can feel...the message from the moon to me..."

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While Ren Yi was running around for the Assassin's League with curiosity, a huge underground organization located underground somewhere in China did not stop their actions.

"Has the wizard left?" A white-haired old man asked His Highness's subordinates through the curtain.

"Elder Hui, as far as we know, he has arrived at the Taishan branch. Although he was attacked by an unknown person, fortunately, the important instruments required for the magic ceremony have not been damaged, and the plan...is still going on as usual." The man said very respectfully. Turning her head back, her curvaceous figure still showed its brilliance through the black robe.

"Very good...the ceremony will be held when the new year approaches. At that time, as long as we make a deal with the demon from hell, our alliance can...achieve our ultimate goal. You go down first." Behind the curtain, the white-haired The old man was obviously agitated, and ordered the man to back down before going too far.

"Yes." The man replied simply, and walked towards the exit.

After closing the door of the room, the man in black slowly took out a sword pinned to his waist, and at the same time he did not forget to put on the sleeve arrow he made with a dagger.

"According to the current information, the place where they hold the prisoners should be... over there!" the man whispered to himself.

The gentle and **** voice, which is not lacking in perseverance and bravery, is particularly charming, but unfortunately no one else here is lucky enough to hear it.

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Chinese New Year is a symbol of joy, old things will be replaced by new things, and a new year represents a new beginning.

Los Angeles has no shortage of such scenes.

The ruins can be seen everywhere, the constant flickering and rumbling thunder, and the lightning strikes at random, the scorched earth is dyed even darker by the new lightning~www.readwn.com~ Among them, a tall and majestic figure erupted with dazzling lightning. The demon of posture—Zhongsu—is the most conspicuous.

Behind Zhongsu, the Mafia gradually got used to this scene.

"Zhongsu, Zhongsu! It's almost there, we have to rescue other brothers and sisters. Obviously, Zhongsu has been dominated by the desire to destroy, and the Holy Lord wants to wake him up.

However, what greeted the Holy Master was a flash of lightning that passed by his ancestral treasure.

"Here...you, go wake up Zhongsu!" After going through this crisis, the Holy Master was instantly discouraged, glanced at Ah Fen next to him, and yelled at him.

Ah Fen was taken aback for a moment, then his face darkened, and he remained silent.

"Why are you still standing there! Go! Our time is precious." The Lord urged.

"What? What are you talking about? I forgot to wear my glasses today, so I can't hear clearly..."

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