The Holy Lord looked at Curse Lan's eyes with a hint of fear in his eyes. He breathed heavily and said in a hoarse voice:
"Huh... Huh... Curse Lan, I know that as long as you want, you can send me out at any time through the connection of my power outside. Trust me again, I can save you!"
"You know, only I have this condition."
For a moment, the hell became quiet, and all the demons turned their attention to Curse Lan, even the eldest sister Tou Bo Gang was no exception.
In the silence, the blue fingertips were gently sketching, and he was thinking. Although most of his wisdom had passed, he never gave up thinking.
After a long time, Cur Lan's calm voice broke the silence: "Shendu, this is the last time."
Joy flashed in the Holy Lord's eyes for an instant, and he turned his gaze to the other six demons. They were either angry, silent, or unwilling, but none of them spoke out to object.
In the era of gods and demons, Cursed Blue was like a notary between demons. When the conflict between demons escalated to an unadjustable state, he would step in to suppress it.
Although he couldn't do 1v2, nor could he completely defeat any demon, it still hurt to be hung up and hammered. In addition, everyone is a demon who wants to face, and they don't want to be seen by their subjects.
Therefore, the power of Big Brother has gradually been imprinted in the hearts of the demons after forcibly suppressing conflicts time and time again.
This eventually led to the situation where Curse Blue can make decisions on behalf of the demons to some extent.
"Don't worry, although my destiny is gone, a new destiny has not yet been formed. As long as I go out, my destiny is still mine. This time... no one can stop the devil's resurgence!" The Holy Master said in a somewhat excited tone.
said.
"Shut up, you traitor!" Zhongsu couldn't help scolding, and then turned to look directly at Curse Lan: "Curse Lan, even God can't be trusted. The current broken order is the best evidence. We need someone
Guaranteed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three demons Basha, Ximu, and Bo Gang also looked directly at Julan.
Making a decision requires taking responsibility. If there is no satisfactory answer, then is it difficult to choose between letting the Holy Lord go out to enjoy or torture the Holy Lord?
Curse Lan's eyes were still indifferent: "Just let him be trapped in a human race. We will all dedicate part of our power to attach to his soul. This will allow us to contact him at any time, or..."
Curse Lan turned his eyes to the Holy Lord and said lightly: "Pull him back to hell at any time!"
After the words fell, the eyes of the six demons brightened slightly, and some of the emotions in their eyes disappeared, quietly waiting for the reaction of the Holy Lord.
"Of course, this is what it should be." The Holy Lord's eyes flickered slightly, then dimmed, with no intention of retorting.
He has nothing now. If he can't get out... I don't dare to think about the consequences.
"Okay, let's get started." Curlan nodded indifferently, and black energy exuding terrifying fluctuations began to appear in his hands, directly attached to the soul of the Holy Lord.
The other demons also have the same action to restrict the Holy Lord. They will use all the power they can use now.
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"Tell me, what's going on?"
Luo Qing asked lightly as he looked at Wa Long, who was in tatters and had blood on his thighs, struggling to hold on to a cane.
Beside him, two men wearing black hoods stood beside Valon. Although not all black marketers are extraordinary people, they are at least killers.
Looking at such a person, Walong has no chance to escape.
In the distance, Zhou, La Su, and A Fen looked at this side with some worry. This time they really didn’t know the specific situation and could only pray for Wa Long.
Valon held the golden scepter, lowered his head, his eyes flickered for a while, and then replied: "I don't know, really, you can check it at will, my Black Hand headquarters has been destroyed."
"Check..." Luo Qing murmured, with a gentle smile on his face. He approached Wa Long and said calmly: "Wa Long, I think you have made a mistake. I do not represent the law.
No evidence is needed."
Wa Long's pupils shrank and his body trembled slightly, but he still lowered his head and insisted: "It's really not me, I don't have it. Ah Fen and the others are basically with me, you can ask them."
Luo Qing looked at him lightly, the smile on his face disappeared, and he remained silent.
The tense atmosphere was spreading, sweat began to appear on Wallon's forehead, and the worry in the eyes of the three people not far away became more obvious.
They also know very well what the black market is. It is the most mysterious existence that they can come into contact with at this level. Even the extraordinary things that most of the powerful people in the world have access to come from the black market.
If the black market wasn't too scattered, how could the world's number one dark organization possibly be behind them?
But now Luo Qing represents Daolong, which means that nothing can protect Walong.
Luo Qing turned his head and glanced at the Taoist priest. He was going to try what would happen if a person with destiny was killed?
Inherit destiny? Or... divine punishment?
The Taoist priest waved his hand, and the hands of the two men in black robes beside Walon began to touch his waist. The sweat on Walong's forehead became more obvious. He firmly grasped the golden scepter in his hand, his eyes full of struggle and fear.
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At the moment when the two men pulled out their guns and were about to send Wa Long on the road.
Boom!
The sky above this broken city was shaken, and the black energy and righteousness that had just subsided began to swirl again.
Luo Qing felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He turned around instantly and saw an illusory yellow dragon shadow approaching rapidly with terrifying power.
Without thinking, Luo Qing crushed a protective jade talisman, and the purple shield enveloped him and several people around him.
Boom!
The pure soul hit the shield, and instantly, a crack appeared on the shield.
Luo Qing's eyes were full of disbelief, ah... the ancient defensive spell of the strongest wizard was actually broken?
Only now did the rest of the people react. The Taoist priest's eyes flashed with fear and he hid directly behind Luo Qing.
Sweat began to drip from Wallon's forehead. What if the bosses collectively want to kill themselves? Wait online, it's urgent!
Luo Qing's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately reached into the storage space to take out a jade talisman, and squeezed it hard.
Terrifying magic power fluctuations were circulating, and eight purple shields were superimposed on top of each other, instantly protecting him to death. One of the scarlet jade talismans soared into the sky and flew towards the castle.
It has never been Luo Qing's character to be a hero alone. How could such a big master be bullied by this mere soul?
Boom!
After another impact, the outermost shield shattered. The Holy Lord looked at Walong in the shield unwillingly. Although he didn't want to admit it, for him who was now more and more broken, the power of ordinary people was really powerful.
has a great effect.
Purple smoke began to fill the air, and Daolong, who had just left not long ago, appeared not far away, and a circular shield instantly began to spread, trying to keep the Holy Lord here.
The Holy Lord turned back, the rage in his eyes flashed away, and he turned around and flew away.
