Bai Yi's attainments in magic were not enough to support him in understanding the magic circle arranged by Daolong to resurrect the original Holy Lord.
But it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand,
The boss of a game company may not be able to type code, and the boss of a cosmetics company may not be able to produce... Those who can be the boss, as long as they know how to employ people, there is no problem if they are a little lacking in other aspects. What's more, before this, Bai Yi
After thinking about it for more than ten times, he couldn't find a reason for Daolong to do something behind his back.
Demon Lord, can he speak well?
Don't be ridiculous, a bad old man can be deceived by his glib tongue.
Is glibness as good as the real thing? Is it as good as Wizard Ma Jiu’s magic ball? Or is it one of the nine black shadow masks? Or even the opportunity to watch the encyclopedia of spells?
Can't compare,
Compared to the original Holy Master who could only write blank checks, Bai Yi's generosity is unmatched by the devil. The strong interest relationship will firmly bind all the tools to his side for Bai Yi to drive.
Therefore, Bai Yi has always been "very relieved" about Daolong.
"Your Majesty, this is what you want, the magic that can resurrect the Holy Lord from hell. Please see if there are any problems. If there are any problems, there is still some time before the Lunar New Year, so you can rearrange it."
As Daolong spoke, he directed several Night Bat soldiers to carry over the cauldron that would be used to cast spells and the supporting materials for the spells.
Although he couldn't understand clearly, Bai Yi still pretended to examine it, and then looked at Daolong. The bright red light in his eyes blocked his eyes, and he said expressionlessly: "Whether it is the summoning magic,
The weakened magic is still well laid out, I’m very satisfied.”
"Just stay here, prepare to communicate with the Holy Lord for the last time and ask him to come up!"
"As long as there is no problem." Daolong nodded, and then spoke to Bai Yi again: "Then, Your Majesty, do you think there is anything else that needs to be prepared?"
Hearing this, Bai Yi shook his head first, and then continued:
"Just follow what you told me before. Kill the Holy Master 70% of the time, and send him back 30% of the time. I'm very satisfied with this."
After all, he is his predecessor, so Bai Yi is still a little unsure of how powerful the Holy Lord can be.
He has lost the twelve talismans, but he has a relatively complete body. One plus and one minus, the Holy Master may not be as weak as when he collected all the talismans and "resurrected".
so,
After all, we still have to use some tricks.
Daolong nodded, took the special potion from the hands of the Night Bat soldiers, poured it into the large container, and said to Bai Yi at the same time:
"It's time to start communicating with the Holy Lord. In order to avoid accidents and failure, your Majesty, please stay away from here, or hide your presence..."
"You can start!" As he finished speaking, the snake charm in Bai Yi's body suddenly burst into light, and the huge evil dragon gradually disappeared from head to toe, hiding in the air.
Then he retreated more than ten meters away to ensure that his presence would not interfere with the conversation between Daolong and the Holy Lord later, let alone be noticed by the Holy Lord opposite the magic who was sealed in hell with only his soul left.
arrive.
.....
At eight o'clock in the evening, on the edge of the volcano's crater,
On the platform built by the soldiers of the Night Bat Group and the Ninja Group.
"Dong dong dong..."
The deafening drum sound accompanied by the vibration of the air spread from the top of the mountain to the surroundings.
Under the platform, Daolong, who had put on a black wizard robe for a long time, looked serious, stood up and stepped onto the platform.
At the same time, hundreds of wizards of different ages gathered on the mountainside two hundred meters below the volcano crater. After hearing the sound of drums, they all ended their chat and quickly returned to their rightful place holding hands.
A flaming iron rod was raised high and words were uttered in his mouth.
Crater, on the platform.
Daolong, who was standing in the center, took another step after hearing the chaotic but orderly sounds gradually gathering behind him. Wearing a black wizard robe, he jumped up and down on the platform to the beat of the drums, chanting in his mouth.
There are words.
When the mountainside was connected with the sound of Daolosaurus, the drum beat suddenly became low and slow:
"It's like a mosquito chirping in the anime. I don't know what Daolong said..."
The voice of Daolong reciting magic spells echoed among the mountains,
His voice was not loud originally, but after the addition of magic and echo, it became as loud as an air raid siren, echoing in everyone's ears and minds.
Daolong followed hundreds of spellcasters in wizard robes. They were immersed in magic and did not notice that their voices echoed in circles and spread to the town below the mountain. The townspeople were preparing dinner.
I was upset and agitated by this extremely loud chanting sound whose source I didn't know.
In the scenes Bai Yi saw, many people were cursing at home and even chose to call the police. The local police responded quickly, dressed up and drove towards the source of the sound, which was the volcano at his feet.
.
"Go, stop these people and tell them to go back!"
"Tonight, no one can get close to this mountain range!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of shadow ninjas sprang out from behind Bai Yi, running down the mountain like flying.
After the ninjas chopped down melons and vegetables to deal with the jcs that were coming to the mountains, the spell of Daolon came to an end.
Stop dancing to the last drum beat:
"The answer for you is the most vicious fire-breathing dragon!"
"boom!"
The boiling liquid in the cauldron that had been prepared suddenly exploded with a violent sound, and billowing black smoke rose up, entangled in the air and gathered into a desk-sized cloud. The next moment, the cloud fluctuated like water, reflected in the black smoke.
A world full of desolation and death.
Everywhere you look, you can see suspended stones. Some of these stones are as small as a snail, while others are larger than a football field or even as large as a small forest.
And just between these suspended stones, there is an earth-yellow dragon soul reflected in the magic picture:
"This is the first time... It seems that you summoned me just to amuse me, treating me as a toy that can come and go quickly! Wizard, you make me very angry!"
The other side of magic, in hell,
The curse imposed on him by other demons had just broken out once. After experiencing the extreme pain, the Holy Lord was in a particularly bad mood: "If you want to have a long life, you need a living being in the earthly world.
Devil, let him give you power, but I can't!"
"You have the wrong devil!"
Hearing this, Daolong snorted coldly, then smiled contemptuously and said:
"Oh, you underestimate my ability too much, Lord Holy Lord!"