The Holy Lord knew that the flesh and blood seed in front of him must be some kind of evil spell to control himself, but he had no choice, because if he didn't eat it, the man in front of him would easily send him to death.
He still has such grand ambitions, he has just come into this world, and he doesn't want to die.
Therefore, without any hesitation, the Holy Lord allowed this flesh-and-blood seed to integrate into his heart.
The curse and spiritual power of the Great Black Buddha Mother immediately took root in his heart like gangrene attached to his bones, even if he was equivalent to a sixth-level demon.
However, with Zhang Ziyu's powerful strength, the power of the Great Black Buddha Mother Shrine Statue is not much different.
"Master, we need the Pangu Treasure Box."
The Holy Lord felt that he was a man who could bend and stretch, so he quickly ignored his own discomfort and lowered his head to suggest to Zhang Ziyu.
He said in a hoarse voice: "As long as we have the Pangu Treasure Box, we can open the barrier sealed by the Eight Immortals and release my brothers and sisters. At that time, as long as the master swallows their demonic energy, he will gain eternal power and rule the world.
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"Put away your dragon army."
The Holy Lord's wishes are very simple, he is a pure bad guy, and his calculations are very loud.
Zhang Ziyu needs manpower to rule the world, and the Dragon Corps is the best man. As long as the time is right, he might be able to make a comeback and replace him directly.
Unfortunately, Zhang Ziyu has no such plan.
The Holy Lord was unwilling, but had no choice but to say: "Yes, my master."
"Roar"
He let out a low growl, began to chant a spell in his mouth, and then a vortex began to appear with the space door behind him as the center.
The Evil Dragon Corps created by his dragon blood began to quickly enter the space gate under the influence of this force.
For a moment, all the chaos seemed to have come to a halt at this moment.
When the father and others in the distance saw this scene, they were shocked and speechless.
Zhang Ziyu not only solved the problem of the Holy Lord, he even enslaved the Holy Lord, something even the Eight Immortals in ancient times could not do.
Tru finally asked, "Dad, is that really a human being?"
"Snapped"
Dad slapped Tru on the head and shouted: "Ask Dad, how does Dad know?"
Sheriff Black saw that the Holy Lord's matter was resolved, but he was determined not to mention Zhang Ziyu.
Without him, the Holy Lord is not dead, but surrendered.
If an existence like Zhang Ziyu is allowed to be known to other departments or even politicians, or even to plan other things, it will be a disaster for the entire world.
Sometimes, human beings' malice towards their own race is more terrifying and unscrupulous than that of alien races.
Therefore, Sheriff Black himself hid the existence of Zhang Ziyu and only said that a mysterious magician had solved the evil dragon.
Zhang Ziyu is very satisfied with Sheriff Black's approach. There is really no need to contact politicians and official forces in this world.
After all, this is a plane where the anime world is transformed, not a movie universe like Marvel, and the government doesn't have any black technology.
Zhang Ziyu took the Holy Master back to his father's antique shop. The Holy Master shrank a bit, roughly the same as Tru, and stayed in the front room of the antique shop, being stared at by Tru.
"Young man, these are all my magic books."
Dad kept his promise and asked Jackie Chan to move out all the ancient books passed down by himself and his master.
It was obvious that he was reluctant to give up in his heart.
However, he made the trading decision extremely decisively.
He understands better than anyone that breaking a contract will not only damage the relationship, but may also lead to Zhang Ziyu's revenge.
"Thank you, old sir."
Zhang Ziyu pointed his finger and cast the copying spell. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, all the ancient books were quickly copied into pairs.
In less than a few breaths, the ancient book was copied.
He put the copied ancient book away, and then said: "Old sir, I have copied it, and I will leave the original book to you."
Dad was pleasantly surprised and said, "You're so interested, Jackie Chan! Move it back quickly and put it on the original shelf."
Jackie Chan:????
Jackie Chan's face is full of confusion, the sweat on his face has not been wiped off yet, and now he has to do hard work again?
"Dad, if you can copy it directly, why did you ask me to move it out just now?"
"Snapped"
"How did Dad know it could be copied?"
Dad slapped Jackie Chan again: "One more thing, don't always think about troublesome guests!"
Jackie Chan was moving books honestly, while Dad and Zhang Ziyu were drinking tea.
"Since ancient times, I have never seen anyone with your level of cultivation."
The father sighed, but Zhang Ziyu was curious: "What does the old gentleman know?"
"The aura gradually disappears. In addition to the innate power, ordinary practitioners have lost the opportunity to pursue eternal life and powerful magic power."
The father had something to say, and he continued: "Furthermore, yin and yang, good and evil are opposite and balanced. When an evil comes, it will bring another force of justice. When an evil is eliminated, there will be
Another dark force takes its place."
Dad looked past the books and looked at the Holy Master in the front room.
He said in a deep voice: "Since the Eight Immortals defeated the Eight Demons, and the Archmage Pelo defeated the Holy Lord, the power of evil has been sealed, and the power of justice will temporarily fall asleep."
Zhang Ziyu smiled and said: "The old gentleman is saying that I will break the balance?"
"Dad doesn't know, but the power of the eight demons is enough to destroy the world."
"Don't worry, old man, I'm sure of it."
Zhang Ziyu put down a book in his hand and said, "There is also this thing. This is for you."
"Um?"
Dad showed a look of astonishment. He lowered his head and saw that the book "Golden Light High-Grade Celestial Art" was written on it. It turned out to be a book on cultivation techniques.
"This book has two types: the mortal scroll and the immortal scroll. The former is the first version of the Golden Light Curse. Mortals can practice it to extend their lives but not live forever. The latter requires a certain amount of talent and can become an immortal. The old man has recorded many precious spells in ancient books, which can be used to deal with saints.
Lord, this matter is not a big deal, so I can’t take advantage of it.”
Dad took a deep breath, took a long time to calm down, and said, "Thank you very much."
This thing was both an opportunity and a trouble, but there was no one around except him and Zhang Ziyu, so no one else knew about it.
After a hundred years, he can pass it on to Jackie Chan, a silly boy, which can be regarded as passing on the power of protecting justice.
"Goodbye, old gentleman."
"Go slowly and be careful of the eight demons."
The father did not say anything to persuade him to stay. He thought for a while, raised his head and said, "One more thing, the Holy Lord never keeps his promises, so don't trust him too much."
After drinking tea, Zhang Ziyu came out of the back room, and the Holy Master was staring at each other with Tru.
He kicked the Holy Lord and said, "Let's go and find the Pangu Treasure Box. Don't tell me you don't know where it is?"
'Damn guy, I will definitely kill you from now on.'
"Dear Master, the Pangu Treasure Box is in an ancient temple in the Himalayas. I will take you there right away."
"Then let's go."
Zhang Ziyu opened a portal with a swipe of his hand, facing the snow-covered Himalayas.