Sheng Douyu came to the top of a tall building. She looked at the collision of darkness and flames in the sky. She felt a little emotional for a moment when she saw that the existence that once made the world tremble was now in such a mess.
"The Holy Lord has finally declined."
This sentence also spread to the consciousness space.
"Haha, you're hypocritical. If I hadn't slept with him back then, Lope's guy would have been dead even if he had loopholes." The Queen looked very disdainful. After all, it was the Saint Seiya who contributed to the Holy Lord's transformation into the scene in front of her.
Sheng Douyu did not refute, but quietly watched the continued collision of darkness and flames.
"I forgot to ask last time. Can you guys see my perspective like this when I'm outside?" Xiaoyu didn't have these old-fashioned feelings. She looked at the light curtain from Sheng Douyu's perspective and asked curiously.
"No, we can only share the perspective when the three of us go out." Liya looked at the screen and answered Xiaoyu's words.
"Why?" Xiaoyu became even more curious.
"Because you are the leader now, and we are just the assistants." Liya said matter-of-factly. In their eyes, they were used to this kind of thing.
It's just that other people can't enter here, but Xiaoyu can.
"Who do you want to win?" At this time, Sheng Douyu's voice sounded, and his tone was still emotional. It has only been a thousand years, and even the legendary monarch has changed. Time is indeed the most terrifying thing.
"Holy Lord, my father said that demons have restraint magic, but that little dragon doesn't have it." Xiaoyu thought for a while and replied seriously.
No matter what angle you stand on, a perfect enemy is not a good thing.
"Then shall I help the Holy Master?" Sheng Douyu seemed to have already known Xiaoyu's answer, and she asked hesitantly.
This time, before Xiaoyu could answer, the Queen said impatiently: "Don't be stupid, can't you see that Xiaolong is giving way to the Holy Lord? He can hit both of you alone."
"Let? What is his purpose?" Xiaoyu turned into a curious baby.
Liya and Sheng Douyu were also very curious, and they both paid more attention to it.
"Why should I tell you that the big nose is here?" The queen changed the subject arrogantly, as if she didn't want to say more about these things.
Xiaoyu turned her gaze to Liya. In her heart, these ancient beings should know something.
Liya thought for a while and lowered her voice and said: "I once heard Sister Saint say that Sister Queen seems to be a person from the super ancient era. As for the purpose of that little dragon, I don't know either."
"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?" Chen Long's voice sounded.
Sheng Douyu turned around and thought for a while before explaining: "Watch them fight."
Chen Long obviously breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Queen Xiaoyu left a very bad impression on him, so there was obviously no problem with this.
"This is too dangerous."
"Chen Long, she is not Xiaoyu now." The father's tone was a little solemn, and there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes when he looked at Xiaoyu.
Before Chen Long could react, Sheng Douyu said: "You don't want that little dragon to win, right? I think we can help the Holy Master."
Sheng Douyu's eyes looked at the Holy Lord who was spilling the dragon's blood, and there was a hint of discussion in his tone. Let's not talk about it. At least Chen Long, who was in the state of divine armor, was indeed qualified to participate in this battle.
"Xiaoyu, what are you talking about? This is too dangerous, you must not go!" Chen Long doesn't care whether the current Saint Douyu is Xiaoyu or not. With this body alone, Chen Long will not let her get hurt.
Dad looked up at the colliding authorities in the sky. The disadvantage of the Holy Lord was already very obvious. He was easily knocked away time and time again, as if the little dragon was waiting for something to release its water.
He has a feeling that this battle will end when something unexpected happens, and he doesn't have much time to think about it.
"Chen Long, go and help the Holy Lord!" Dad paused, obviously hesitant. He didn't want to help any demon.
But there is no need to choose between a monarch who was severely injured by the gods and a perfect monarch. Even if the Holy Lord recovers part of his strength, if there are loopholes in the gods, every senior mage has the strength to seal the Holy Lord.
So this is an opportunity, an opportunity to pick your opponent, and that dragon. It's terrible!
Chen Long was stunned. He nodded and bent his legs slightly. The ground began to crack. The next moment, with a bang, Chen Long rose directly into the sky and flew towards the endless darkness.
"Wise choice, you prepare support from behind, I will help Uncle Long!" Sheng Douyu said, a white light flashed across her body, and she wore a white robe instead of an orange sweater. She stepped forward, and the six-pointed star array flashed past.
, her figure disappeared.
Dad frowned, and the ordinary woolen sweater on his body was gradually replaced by the Archmage's robe. A familiar mantra came out of his mouth: "Leave the monsters, go away, go away."
Above, Shen Zhao, who was waiting for the monarch's mark to form, was startled. He turned around and immediately saw Chen Long in tight clothes, heading towards him with a super flying kick.
Behind Chen Long, a beam of white light followed closely, and a little behind, a wisp of green light loomed.
"Damn!" Shen Zhao couldn't help but cursed, "Are these people Balala little demon fairies? They transform at every turn."
And this is a decisive battle between father and son, is it none of your business?
Although I really want to complain, there is obviously no time now.
Darkness swept across, countless fears descended, Shen Zhao's anger was aroused, and under the double rabbit spell, Chen Long's bug skill Flying Kick was as slow as a turtle at this moment.
Ignoring the wounded Holy Lord, Shen Zhao appeared in front of Chen Long instantly and punched Chen Long in the abdomen.
Under the power of the double bull, a huge sonic boom appeared on Chen Long's body, and his whole body instantly flew upside down like a cannonball, slamming into the white light.
The Holy Lord behind him found an opportunity and attacked with endless flames. The super high temperature distorted the surrounding space, and the Holy Lord's sandbag-sized fist hit Shen Zhao hard on the back.
Boom! Boom!
Shen Zhao almost flew out after Chen Long and fell to the ground, but under the floating power of the chicken talisman, Shen Zhao directly stabilized his figure.
Turning around in an instant, he came to the Holy Lord with double speed. Without holding back his fists, he punched directly through the Holy Lord's chest with his double divine power. The hot dragon's blood danced among the flames, adding a touch of cruelty to the battle.
In just an instant, the ancient monarch had almost lost his combat effectiveness. The surrounding flames were dissipating, and the Holy Lord's limbs were limply hanging down.
Dogs and horses are the key to his immortality, but he has nothing now!
"My beloved father, you should stay nearby." Shen Zhao stretched out his hand, and the endless darkness gathered to form an aerial cage, imprisoning the Holy Lord in mid-air.
After doing this, Shen Zhao turned around and looked at the three generations of ancestors and grandchildren with scarlet eyes.
Darkness enveloped the earth, and the city passively turned on night mode. Countless people appeared to look at the wonders between heaven and earth.
Chen Long directly led Sheng Douyu through half of the Western City. Countless frightened voices came from the city, adding some panic to the city and making the bloody smell of this battle stronger.
"Isn't it good to live?" You can see clear anger in his eyes, and his tone is unprecedentedly cold, and he doesn't even look like a demon who controls the power of fire: "If you want to die, I will give it to you!"
