Bai Yi held Ximu in his paws, like a person holding a sparrow with fried feathers.
At this moment, a violent roar sounded overhead, and a jet-black fighter plane full of metallic beauty flew across the sky.
Chenlong is here!
Thanks to Ximu's delay, Chenlong finally caught the last train.
It's just that...his current posture is not elegant.
The pilot who had long been tired of this guy pretending to be in front of him, after reaching the target range, said casually: "My mission is accomplished, my friend, I wish you good luck!" Then, he decisively pressed the seat and ejected.
Without even a chance to react, the cabin opened and the passengers and seats flew out with a loud bang.
"Ah ah ah, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!"
The shrill wails spread far, far away.
Fortunately, the parachute bag that came with me did not malfunction by chance, and it opened smoothly to stop the noisy noise.
(Super Chenlong has been deployed and is five minutes away from landing!)
In the baseball field, Bai Yi looked grim.
When the weak but extremely familiar wailing sound appeared, he subconsciously clenched his paws.
Ximu, who was caught by him, moaned in pain.
But compared to the physical pain, Ximu was more afraid of the Holy Lord's attitude at this time.
Being scolded and losing face are all trivial matters. He finally broke free from the never-ending hell of pain. As soon as he gained freedom, did he have to bury his own demonic energy? Ruin the authority of the sky, and his soul state was even worse than before.
Holy Lord’s trash snack?
Although demons are the most "loyal", they are also the most cold-blooded existence.
We are all good brothers if we have strength. You are a weakling. Sorry, you are not worthy of being called a brother! I didn’t look at the Holy Lord who lost his body. He was basically bullied every day during the time in hell, and no devil stood up to him.
Talk?
What's more, if others don't know, he himself doesn't know?
The ones who had the deepest knowledge of magic at the beginning were the Holy Lord, him, and Sao Feng. Because compared to other demons, the three demons themselves were weak in one way or another, so they learned to develop magic, strengthen themselves, and make up for their shortcomings. (
If you have any doubts about this, you can look at the previous explanation of the power of demons)
Now, his wisdom has been exhausted in the eternal hell, and his own strength is also incomplete. In contrast, although the Holy Lord is trapped by seals one by one, his strength is only weakened, but there is no loss. The magic
Most of the wisdom remains.
Xi Mudu doubted that the Holy Lord in this situation could even hold a slight advantage against the Chinese and Soviet opponents by hardening the steel curse, let alone bully himself who had been marginalized by the other six demons due to his weakened strength.
Holy Lord, the advantage of escaping from hell and being sealed on earth for thousands of years is now revealed!
Ximu can hold on tight and wait for other demons to make the decision for him. But then he thinks about it, the Panku treasure box is untouchable by the demons. Now only the Holy Lord has found a way. When the demons will come back and who can come back, it all depends on the Holy Lord.
The Lord suddenly thought. What's more, what will happen even if he comes back? Everyone is a third-level disabled person. Although the Holy Lord is also disabled, his "limbs and limbs are sound," and he is only shackled by heavy shackles.
Needless to say, who would win in a fight between a burnt prisoner with handcuffs and a handicapped person with disabled limbs?
Of course, if you, like Qiu Qianchi, develop the ability to fight plants vs. zombies and become a new type of shooter, then just pretend that you didn’t say this!
Ximu pulled his face and forced a smile: "What are you talking about? We are good brothers. How could I embarrass you? Holy Lord! Let me go and I will return my anger to you!"
No need,
There is really no need to fall out with the Holy Lord.
For one thing, form is stronger than people, and more...it was Basha, Zhongsu, and not Ximu who were in conflict with the Holy Lord. They didn't have any conflict, right?
However, Bai Yi in front of him shook his head decisively: "Return the evil energy first, and then let you go!"
He said as if he was afraid that Ximu wouldn't believe it, so he added: "My credibility is guaranteed!"
This is indeed true. From the time he came to the present, Bai Yi has never broken his promise to get rich. All he has is endless exploitation and trading. Until now, Wa Long, who has taken the treasure, is still running around in various institutions for him.
In the meantime, he has been busy doing everything he can. Daolong... His long silver hair has lost one layer of hair visible to the naked eye in just a few months. If this continues, it will not take long for him to go bald.
Ahem, actually think about it, baldness isn’t a bad thing, is it?
Bald Ancient One, Supreme Mage.
Bald Ryze, Rune Mage.
Bald Saitama, the enemy of the villain.
Looking at this luxurious lineup, if you think about it carefully, is there anything wrong with having a bald head?
"...."
Okay, Bai Yi can't fool you anymore.
Anyway, no matter what, my credibility is absolutely guaranteed! As for the matryoshka doll after fulfilling the promise, this is another transaction.
I, the Holy Lord, will never lie!
"Your credibility?"
Ximu's cheeks twitched, but he dared to say it.
Just looking at the sincere big glasses of the Holy Lord, Ximu grinned: "Of course, Holy Lord, I absolutely believe you!"
A red flame flew out from Ximu's ear. Bai Yi didn't care whether it was stained with Ximu's earwax or not, he opened his mouth to swallow it, and then let go of the devil in his hand.
In just an instant, Ximu flapped his wings and opened a distance of tens of meters from Bai Yi.
"Get out of the way!"
Before it was his turn to breathe a sigh of relief, a shrill scream sounded from behind him,
The next moment, Chenlong fell from the sky and kicked Ximu hard on the back. The potential energy falling from the sky and the huge force brought by the god's armor made Ximu hit the audience like a cannonball.
Just out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den!
Boom!
Most of the auditorium collapsed, directly burying Ximu inside. On the contrary, Chenlong, who had taken off his parachute at an altitude of several hundred meters, used Ximu's kick to relieve the impact and "steadily" landed in the audience.
On stage.
"Oh, bad luck!" He shook his head and got up from his seat, looking at Ximu who was buried in the rubble and struggling to get up, and then looked at the Holy Master standing on the top floor looking at him.
Under the armor, the hairs on Chen Long's body stood up, and he said in horror: "Dad, you didn't say beforehand that there would be two demons here at the same time! Forget it, never mind, stop me first and then talk about this!"
"Chenlong!"
It seems that Chenlong has no choice but to stop the demon alone.
But in Bai Yi's eyes, this guy was just like Xiao Qiang in Saint Seiya when he used his ultimate move. He was full of arrogance, with a big mouth transformed from the righteousness behind him, like a devil, charging towards him with a grin.