Shen Zhao looked at the sinister-looking middle-aged man in Contact Magic who was about forty years old and asked with some surprise.
The only person who can connect with him through contact magic is Daolong.
"I'm going to try to summon Tara. By the way, that old guy got the God Armor." Daolong's voice was still sinister, but the vicissitudes of it had disappeared.
"Okay, then get started quickly." Shen Zhao thought for a while and said, now that he is going to contact Hell, he should first see if the mission can be triggered.
If his guess is correct, then he will receive a huge improvement, and can even directly increase the black energy to the limit, completely breaking the balance.
Let the extraordinary things in the world begin to revive, at least the extraordinary things that come from the righteous creatures.
And when the four black energy bosses reappear together, the world should become quite exciting, and even the release of the other seven demons and the battle with the Holy Lord are just around the corner!
As for the armor of mere gods, Shenzhao didn't take it seriously at all. It couldn't be a real god anyway, so that was it.
"Okay." Daolong cut off the communication directly without asking why.
But at this moment, the righteousness suddenly weakened a little, which made the excited Shen Zhao stunned.
He stretched out a hand, and a Tai Chi on it was slowly rotating. On the white piece of Tai Chi, among the top signs, a guy with a sun pattern had disappeared there.
Only the father's avatar is left sitting alone at the top.
"Quetzalcoatl?" Shen Zhao murmured, looking at the sun that had reached noon. He could probably guess where Quetzalcoatl had gone.
As the sun god, as the crystallization of the Mayan civilization, it is normal to have this choice. What impressed Shen Zhao the most was that when the stone statue of Quetzalcoatl revived, he wanted to take Xiaoyu to the sun.
Perhaps solar energy supplements His authority?
This also gave Shen Zhao some sense of urgency. After all, Quetzalcoatl was a figure from 4,500 years ago. From the Mirror God, we can know that more than 3,000 years ago, a realm above the Archmage still existed.
After all, the Holy Lord had not yet come out at that time, and the world was still in the process of losing demons and gods, so the true strength of Quetzalcoatl might be very powerful.
The most important thing is that after Quetzalcoatl is separated from the control of black energy and righteousness, the righteousness side becomes even more weak, and the Daolong side may be hindered.
If he could directly break the balance, even temporarily, it would be enough to complete the mission.
Thinking that Shen Zhao no longer hesitated, he picked up the two halves of the magic ball from the table and merged them into one. In an instant, powerful magic waves spurted out, causing the surrounding furniture to begin to twist.
It seems that the space can hardly bear this magic power and is about to collapse.
Shen Zhao was shocked. Could this thing really be made by a human wizard? Is it so powerful?
Behind him, the Holy Lord's eyes lit up. He stared at the situation in front of him without saying a word. After just a few seconds, his scarlet eyes dimmed again, with a hint of disdain?
However, Shen Zhao didn't notice. He felt that his wizard level, which was just an ordinary mage, was rapidly improving, and he felt comfortable in his heart.
This thing can actually raise his wizard level to a higher level? Although it is not as exaggerated as ten times, it is still shocking enough.
You must know that he is the highest-ranking black energy creature, and the maker of this thing is just a human being.
The surrounding black energy began to riot again. The scale on the Tai Chi chart continued to add chips to the black energy side, and it seemed that the balance would be greatly disturbed at any time.
"Oath from the Lord, please listen to my call."
The noble and ancient demon language appeared from Shen Zhao's mouth, and the dimmed eyes of the Holy Lord behind him lit up again, staring closely at the book in Shen Zhao's hand.
That's his magic collection, this traitor
The thirteen mages on the second floor felt the movement, and they all looked around, and then whispered. The leader of them, Sigel, became extremely solemn in his eyes.
Just the fluctuation of magic power made him feel suffocated. There was greed in his eyes when he looked at the magic ball, but an inexplicable fluctuation flashed through his mind, suppressing this greed.
The surrounding mages are similar. The family mark is only good for the monarch. For the guy who is planted with the mark, it is a shackles!
As the devil's words continued to chant, a ball of flame gradually appeared in front of Shen Zhao's eyes. This was the embodiment of the power of the flame. These flames slowly formed a circle in mid-air.
The circle is infinite scarlet, as if the magic connecting to hell has failed this time.
But as a voice sounded, the picture gradually changed, and some terrifying figures appeared in Shen Zhao's sight.
"Brothers and sisters, have gods contacted us?"
The speaker was a big black bat, none other than Ximu, the Demon of Heaven.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire screen began to shake. Multiple visions represented their respective monarchs. Endless water flow, huge winds, and dazzling lightning were dancing crazily across the screen.
"Shendu? Impossible, right? Wasn't he hung on the wall by his eldest nephew? Did he get out of trouble?"
"No matter what, let's go take a look first."
Following the surprised sounds, all seven terrifying figures in the picture appeared.
Shen Zhao looked at all this, a solemn look flashed in his eyes. Just through a layer of solid space, he could feel the oppression caused by the seven figures.
It is really hard to imagine the glory of the legendary ancient times. You must know that these are all losers!
"Yo? Who is this? A strange face." Basha was the first to speak. She looked at Shen Zhao and couldn't help but joked: "Isn't this the eldest nephew who has inherited the fine traditions of Shen Zhao?"
Behind the demons, the Earth Demon Digui pulls away Basha who is blocking the way in front of him, gets closer, looks at Shen Zhao in the picture with his scarlet eyes, and says with a pair of big horns swaying: "Let me see, let me see
, Tsk tsk tsk, you’re too thin, you must have no strength.”
"But if it is only two months old, it will indeed be much stronger than when we first became conscious." A big purple toad, Xiao Feng, also commented.
"How can that be counted? We stayed in there until adulthood. This is obviously a premature baby." Bazaar answered again, and it could be heard from her tone that she looked down on the father and son.
Julan looked at this chaotic scene and said with a headache: "Shut up, you guys, let me tell you the purpose first."
Curse Lan's words are still somewhat useful. After all, as the first demon born, and since he doesn't compete with other demons for territory, other demons will give him more or less face.
After the demons gradually calmed down, Curse Lan asked in a gentle tone: "You contacted Hell because you wanted to hear a few losers talk about it, right?"
And Shen Zhao was not in a hurry. He was still waiting for the system prompt, but unfortunately there was still no movement. He saw that the demons' attention finally fell on him.
Shen Zhao looked back at the Holy Master with a smile on his face: "Hello, uncles and uncles."
