"Have you seen it? How do you feel?" The Holy Master sat on the main seat and asked with a gentle expression.
"The living evil spirit is indeed a variable, but old man, with your strength, you should be able to kill him, right?" Demon Xiaolong found a seat to sit down and asked casually.
"The immortal gods have left too many loopholes in my body. I need you to help me find the Dragon Teeth." The Holy Lord said lightly: "That will allow me to get rid of their restrictions."
The demon dragon curled his lips: "Fifteen hundred years ago, if you hadn't been fighting with those demon wizards all day long for territory that didn't belong to you, how could that Lope have time to learn runes?"
"I'm still your big butler, tsk tsk tsk, old man, are you getting old?" Devil Xiaolong tsk-tsked twice and said with some displeasure.
The Holy Lord's eyes were filled with anger, but then he suppressed it and said calmly: "What happened in the past is in the past. Your accusations now are meaningless. If we find Dragon Tooth, everything will still be ours."
The demon dragon glanced at him, stood up and walked out: "I know, be careful with that loser who turns Panku's treasure box. I hate all rune masters."
The Holy Lord did not speak, but stared at the demon dragon with a gloomy look. For a long time, just when the demon dragon was about to leave the palace, a surprised voice sounded out of thin air.
"Hey, who did I see? Isn't this my poor nephew? I thought God had swallowed you up."
Demon Xiaolong paused, turned around instantly, and looked at the screen with dim eyes: "You have seen Uncle Eighth, so you don't have to worry about our affairs."
Ximu chuckled: "How can you call it worrying? I just care about my eldest nephew."
As he spoke, he turned to look at the Holy Lord: "In the City of Gods, my eldest nephew seems to be able to forcibly open Santa Claus's space. You can try it. Santa Claus's righteous spirit can at least restore you to a magister."
The Holy Lord's eyes flickered, nodded and said: "I understand."
The devil dragon curled his lips disdainfully: "Qi!"
The body transformed into flames and disappeared into the hall, completely not giving Ximu any face.
Ximu paused, his eyes did not change, he just smiled and said: "Hey, the child is rebellious, Shendu, you don't care."
The Holy Lord glanced at him and said calmly: "That's my child, you don't need to say anything more."
With a wave of his hand, the flames flashed and the projection from hell was instantly cleared.
He tapped the armrest with his fingers slightly, his eyes gradually darkened. Even the magisters' efforts were not enough to erase their imprisonment on his soul.
Dragon teeth are the most important thing!
At the same time, the smile on Hell's Ximu's face also disappeared.
"How is it?" Curlan asked calmly.
"The demon dragon has revived, and the gods may rebel again." Ximu shrugged helplessly, and felt that this matter was very normal.
After all, the credibility of the Holy Lord can only be said to be well known.
"Damn fraudster, he should stay in hell, let him be suppressed here forever!" Bazaar's eyes flashed with murderous intent, the blue light around her loomed, and a mermaid's tail swung unconsciously, showing
The master’s restlessness.
"Don't worry." Curlan stretched out his hand to block Basha's rage and said calmly: "Now he can no longer control whether we are born or not. The Saint of Order will let us out."
Ximu frowned: "The Holy Lord has destroyed the Order. I think the chance of the Order reviving other seals will be greater."
"At that time, Order was being torn down, and no one in the world could stop it. Given our status, the last thing we wanted to see us appear was Order, right?" Bazaar said angrily with murderous intent flashing in her eyes.
Curse Lan's eyes remained calm: "No, Order will let us out, whether it wants it or not, and it's not that simple for God to escape our control. The current world cannot bear his body."
Curse Lan said, looking at the nothingness in the sky: "Don't forget, my dependents are almost recovered at this moment."
Basha and Ximu's eyes flickered and they stopped talking.
In the distance, strong winds flashed by, and the purple toad-like Xiaofeng quickly approached: "They have been calmed down, and now the three of them have begun to retain their magic power."
A smile appeared on Ju Lan's face, and his eyes revealed strong confidence: "No matter how things develop in the end, our recovery is only a matter of time now."
"I hope God can see this clearly."
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Hawaii.
There were no unexpected situations in the past two days. It was a very relaxing vacation that soothed the anxious hearts of several people.
On this return trip, Chen Long was looking for a local airline. Some of the top executives here were not qualified enough to get access to information at Dad's level.
So the flight was quite peaceful.
Xiaoyu leaned against the window and looked at the clouds nearby, and murmured: "Oh, I have to go to school again after I go back. I don't want to go back."
Luo Qing smiled mysteriously and asked softly: "Do you believe it, your campus life will be quite exciting this time?"
Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said doubtfully: "Eh? What should I say?"
"Think about Xiaozhu, do you think he will dare to target you later?" Luo Qing asked with a smile.
Xiaoyu thought about the Mexican child who couldn't stand firmly, and a smile appeared on her face: "I guess he was scared that day."
Luo Qing looked at Chen Long, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, and his father, who was reading quietly, and whispered: "Besides, if you think about the attitude of the airline when we came here, you will probably have many more handsome transfer students."<
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Xiaoyu frowned: "How could that happen?"
"You are dad's grand-niece, what do you think?" Luo Qing teased: "As long as we have a good relationship with you, if they are harassed by magic, do you think dad will help?"
Xiaoyu's little brows furrowed even deeper: "You mean they will also please me?"
Luo Qing nodded: "Of course, magic is a strategic thing."
Xiaoyu hesitated: "But I don't want to do this."
Luo Qing smiled mysteriously, leaned close to her ear and whispered softly: "Don't be afraid, we are best friends. If there are people with ill intentions who approach you, just tell me their names and I will deal with it." p>
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Xiaoyu shrank her neck slightly, her earlobes turning red: "Don't get so close, it's itchy."
Luo Qing was stunned, and his eyes became a little strange. He moved a little away, looked at her seriously and said, "As long as you remember your name correctly, those people will stop soon."
Xiaoyu nodded and was a little curious: "What are you going to do?"
Luo Qing smiled slightly: "Don't forget, I am a black market person, and the power of the black market is much greater than you think."
Xiaoyu frowned and hesitated to speak, but finally nodded slightly: "Okay, I understand."
At this time, Dad put down his book and looked at Luo Qing. His reading glasses reflected the light slightly, giving him a shrewd feeling.
Luo Qing was stunned, smiled, sat up straight and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
Dad is a good man, a truly good man, and good people have many scruples, but Luo Qing does not have these scruples.
Of course he will not be hostile to ordinary people, but he will not be soft on capital. Sometimes because of some things, others can see the power of the black market, which can very well deter Xiaoxiao and improve their sanity.
Otherwise, if they continue to follow the policy that Dad and the others ignore, it won't take long for capital to test their bottom line bit by bit and make further progress.
For example, he kept studying Xiaoyu's preferences, kept going to Dad's antique store to buy things, and slowly catered to the four of them, gradually becoming friends or lovers, and integrating into their lives.
It won't be long before dad's magic inheritance is probably taken away by the United States.
Since Luo Qing regards this family as friends, of course he will not just look at it like this. The power of capital is sometimes very powerful, especially intrusive.
Thinking about these messy things, Luo Qing's thoughts gradually drifted away, and he slowly fell asleep.
When the splendor of dusk filled the sky, Luo Qing was woken up.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a daze.
"Let's go, get off the plane." Xiaoyu said with a yawn.
Flying is also very tiring.
After taking a look at the scenery outside the window, Luo Qing rubbed his eyes and slowly walked down with the crowd.
When he arrived at the antique shop, Luo Qing took out everyone's gifts and said, "Dad, Uncle Long, I'm going back first. I've been out for a long time this time."
"Okay, go ahead, thank you for your hard work." Chen Long said with a smile, his face a little tired.
Luo Qing nodded, turned around and walked out.
"Wait!"
Luo Qing stopped and turned around with a gentle expression on his face: "Dad, what's wrong?"
Dad looked at him for a long time and finally said: "Ask Mr. Cao Youfu to come over when you have time. Dad has some materials that he needs to find."
Luo Qing nodded: "I understand. If nothing happens, I will go back first."
Walking out of the antique shop, Luo Qing's eyes noticed two yellow figures in the corner in the distance. A smile appeared on his face, and without paying much attention, he transformed into black light and disappeared instantly.
Luode Temple has no credibility with Dad anymore.
Back in the castle, Luo Qing walked into his room and immediately felt the difference around him.
Obviously it's just a door, but it's like traveling through a world, giving people a slight sense of tearing.
After thinking about it, Luo Qing closed the door, and the feeling of tearing suddenly disappeared, replaced by a strong silence.
It became clear in Luo Qing's eyes that Daolong should have cut this space, so that no sound could be transmitted to the outside world until the energy that could break the space appeared.
Just like the retreat place under Daolong, only specific magic can be transmitted in.
Luo Qing had a smile on his face, walked to the desk, picked up a brush and started painting.
His strong mental power allowed him to control the pen extremely accurately, and soon, a drawing of a low-level energy core was drawn.
This core is similar to the spirit gathering array, which can absorb the magic power in the air and convert it into the required energy. It is something that the goblins have eliminated.
After all, the magic power has been reduced in the Age of Ending Law, and the conversion efficiency of this thing itself is not very good, so it is better than nothing.
But for Blue Star, it is also something beyond the times, because as long as the black energy and righteousness do not decay, the magic in the world is endless, which is equivalent to unlimited energy.
This also means that the black hand can place its own people throughout the world to obtain what it wants.
Then the Black Hand will gradually integrate with the black market, and it is estimated that it will leap from a criminal organization to a transcendent force.
After thinking about it, Luo Qing stood up and prepared to ask Ah Fu to hand this thing to Wa Long.
But the next moment, his pupils were shaking, because he seemed to see something he had never seen before under the small bed where he had slept for five years.
When I took a closer look, his eyes instantly became strange, and he thought about a lot of things.
