"I've found a spell that can pull you out of that damn place, or restore you to your original form!"
After hearing this, the Holy Lord, who had only his soul left, turned around in a circle and said calmly:
"Then, you can have my blessing as a matter of course and have a life as long as a devil!" The Holy Lord's scarlet eyes stared firmly at the short black wizard opposite the magic:
"Daolong, pull me out of this damn hell, resurrect me, and I will give you everything you want!"
Hearing this, Daolong glanced back vaguely, his cheeks twitching slightly, as if some expression was about to emerge, but he calmed down in the next second: "As you wish, Lord Holy Lord!"
Of course I will pull you out of that damn place and resurrect you. Because only in this way can I face you head-on and deal with you completely... Daolong said to himself, and the previous events quietly emerged in his mind.
Plan, think about it again.
"...."
Hell is, after all, a world developed by the gods to imprison demons.
It is a desert of life and a paradise of magic.
Even though I had made a lot of preparations before and thought I had enough time, I still couldn't hold on for a few more minutes than last time.
While Daolong was thinking about it, the cloud of smoke quickly loosened and peeled off from the outside to the inside, and the picture flickered intermittently for more than ten seconds before it completely shattered with a snap.
at the same time,
On the other side of the world, somewhere in hell,
The Holy Lord's eyes passed over the magical image that had just been destroyed, and he looked up at the two figures flying towards him quickly in the distance. With only his soul left, he narrowed his eyes:
"It's just a very slight magic fluctuation, and it's still so far away that it can be detected."
"Oh, this is what you keep saying, that all strength and wisdom are lost?... Call me a despicable betrayer, and you won't be much better off. When I go out this time, I promise to bring Pan
Hidden the treasure box and the magic mirror, you just stay here in this desolate hell until you die!"
The words were very arrogant, but the voice was too low. That is to say, only I could hear what I was saying, and other people might not be able to hear what he was saying if they were lying next to the Holy Lord's mouth.
As the two figures in the distance quickly approached, the Holy Master quickly adjusted his expression and maintained a calm posture as much as possible to ensure that his brothers and sisters would not see anything.
"Holy Lord!"
"We sense the presence of magic here!"
Just as he prepared his expression as if he was immersed in pain, Sky Demon Ximu and Moon Demon Curlan flew over from a distance and landed on the rocks near the Holy Lord.
Hearing the sound, the Holy Lord turned his head, with a perfectly blank expression on his face:
"Magic? What are you talking about? My dear brother, since I lost my body, my strength has been getting worse day by day. I have been weakening and weakening... Sorry, I'm a little off track, but you are talking about magic.
,What's the meaning?"
Curlan stood on the rock, with his arms crossed, and his cold eyes fell on the Holy Lord: "I have to ask you Holy Lord, you are the only devil here!"
"I really don't know!" Looking at each other, a trace of fear suddenly appeared in the Holy Master's heart.
fine,
worry about what.
Even these guys have reservations, but what can they know from such a distance.
Moreover, they still have to rely on me to travel and sneak to the above world to find Panku's treasure box to save them. Even if I know the content of my conversation with Daolon, what can I do?
No one else could give up his body and leave only his soul, and at the same time be willing to be cast under their spell. Apart from him, the demons had no choice.
So apart from continuing to torture me with curses, they didn't dare to do anything to me! They didn't dare! They kept comforting themselves in their hearts, and the Holy Master soon calmed down and dared to look at Cursed Lan.
Looking at the slightly bold move of the Holy Lord, a trace of doubt flashed in Curan Lan's heart.
Does this matter really have nothing to do with the Holy Lord?
But no one can deceive a demon's perception. He really felt the fluctuation of the curse just now.
"..."
Julan and Ximu looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.
But their opinions do not represent all demons.
In the distance, huge waves rolled in between the boulders, and the huge emerald-green peaks were carrying the momentum of collapsing mountains and splitting the sea. The sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and wind and thunder swept through. Four demonic figures appeared, together with the previous Ximu and Curse Lan.
Landed on a nearby boulder.
The sky demon Ximu, the moon demon Curlan, the water demon Bazaar, the mountain demon Bo Gang, the thunder demon Zhongsu, the wind demon Xiaofeng, plus the lost Holy Lord, the eight demons have reached their seventh place.
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Emerging from the huge waves, she glanced at the Holy Lord who was surrounded in the middle with an unkind expression. Bazaar said coldly: "Curse Lan, what happened to make you make such a fuss and send out a signal to summon us all!
"
Don't wait for Dikui,
He was always fussing over every meeting, and even though he could be brought along by other demons, he stubbornly insisted on playing checkers.
What a shame, as if it was done so that he could raise his head in front of other demons.
Bo Gang blinked and said with a slightly sleepy tone: "Hurry up and finish it, I haven't finished the snacks in my dream yet!"
"Damn...Bo Gang, if this continues, I'm worried that she will really become a fool!"
Sao Feng's words attracted recognition from other demons, and a pair of sympathetic eyes suddenly fell on Bo Gang.
And the next moment, a thunder and lightning exploded!
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Zhongsu, who was holding the lightning in his hand, walked out directly. He raised his eyes and met the scarlet eyes of Curse Lan. He weighed it secretly, thought about it, and then turned to look at Ximu:
"What happened is worth calling everyone over!"
Ximu glanced at him and kept all the words he was planning to say in his stomach.
"Boom boom!"
Ximu's ignorance made Zhongsu particularly angry. Thunderbolts exploded in his hands, but before he could raise his hands, a purple figure appeared in front of him:
"Don't use such a commanding tone, Zhongsu!"
Sao Feng nodded to Xi Mu first, and then said to Zhong Su: "No matter you, everyone is eager to break free from this damn hell and regain freedom! But this is not the reason for you to be angry with other brothers and sisters.
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"Unity and love, this is the rule!"
"The same is true even for the Holy Master. He can be punished for betraying us, but there is no reason for you to act like a superior master!"
"But, the Holy Lord lost his body, and now he is just a soul." Basha suddenly interrupted Sao Feng: "A ghost is not qualified to stay with us!"