It is not troublesome to refine the Shadow Realm, and the nine Shadow Rings themselves are artifacts of the same root and origin. By the time Zhang Ziyu threw them into the furnace of the processing workshop, they had already begun to show signs of fusion.

According to the refining method of the Shadow Realm, Zhang Ziyu constantly injected strange and powerful spells into it, and then all the shadow rings turned into a cloud of shadow power.

They fused and converged, and then, guided by the spell, they became like the terrifying ghost gauntlets on the drawings.

In half a day, a ghost-faced glove that was shrouded in shadows and half-poked out appeared in front of Zhang Ziyu.

Zhang Ziyu stretched out his hand to put it on, and then immediately recognized the master, and a powerful force instantly filled his body.

With two thousand energy blessings, even the Death Scepter and the Desert God Talisman are a few points behind it.

"Tara is the strength of the sixth order, and those ghost generals are actually not weak, and it is not bad to have such a blessing, but this shadow country seems to be a little too small." Zhang Ziyu sensed the dimensional world inside the gauntlet of the Shadow Realm, in this shadow dynasty, thousands of shadow legions were sleeping inside, surrounded by a void, only a piece of land the size of an island.

The area looks not small, but it is nothing compared to reality. If you want the Shadow Realm to become bigger, then there are only two ways, one is to honestly let this glove slowly accumulate the power of shadows, and the second is to absorb the power of the same origin and let it quickly complete the accumulation.

Zhang Ziyu immediately remembered Tara's country, he smiled, and regarded it as a waste.

He came out of the Monster Ranch with the Shadow Realm Gauntlet on his hand, and the power of the shadows was activated, and the black shadows converged into a pitch-black and ancient doorway.

This doorway leads to the shadow realm of Jackie Chan's adventures, where Tara is in control. According to common sense, without Tara, the door to this dimension would never be opened again, after all, there is no second person who holds the power of such a shadow.

But unfortunately, when Zhang Ziyu wore this glove, the power to control the shadows was as simple as the instinct to eat and drink.

He didn't even use a spell like he had when he first summoned General Tara, and with just a few clicks, he summoned the gate.

He smiled and strode in, the darkness instantly enveloped the surrounding environment, and when he looked around, everything was the color of shadows, the red sky, the pitch-black earth, and the obvious Japanese-style palace, completely sleeping in the palace, one by one standing straight ghost shadow corps.

Zhang Ziyu activated the glove in his hand, and the power of the shadow extended out from the center of the glove to the surroundings, splitting into ten, and landing less than five meters in front of Zhang Ziyu.

The shadows transformed into human forms, all of them were terrifying ghost generals wearing armor and almost a foot tall.

Their eyes were red, with a cold aura, and the momentum on their bodies was very powerful, almost all of them had the strength of a half-step sixth-order, and as for the Tara who was standing in the middle and leading, his strength had already reached the sixth-order.

The Shadow Realm Gauntlet continuously consumes Zhang Ziyu's energy, but this output is just a drop in the bucket for Zhang Ziyu.

A guy like him who has a strong foundation to the extreme, when he enters the seventh order, and is still a lord of several worlds and dimensions, his energy has already reached a terrifying level.

"Devour the world." He directly gave the order, and Tara's Shadow Realm was the nourishment he had chosen.

"Yes." Each of the ten ghost generals chose a direction, exuding the power of terrifying shadows.

They are constantly intertwined with the world, and then use the power of shadows to shatter all the matter in this world, devour them, and transform them into more powerful power of their own.

With each step they took, the shadows around them were drawn into it, and the vortex centered on them grew bigger and bigger, so big that it gradually became a pitch-black tornado.

As the minutes passed, the ten ghost generals greedily devoured everything in the Shadow Realm, and when night came, the entire Shadow Realm was finally completely devoured.

The shadows were almost gone, the matter was almost shattered, all turned into shadows, and the power became the sustenance of the glove.

It was also under the support of such a shadow dimension that the space of the Shadow Realm in the glove underwent earth-shaking changes, and 100,000 ghost shadow legions were born in this space.

"A month seems to be about the same." Zhang Ziyu estimated the time, waved his hand and summoned the ten ghost generals back into the gloves, and then came out of the shadow realm.

Still an alpine scene, not far from the Himalayas. However, this time it was a different atmosphere than not long ago, as he sensed that the direction of the temple was beginning to change more.

"Let's take a look." Zhang Ziyu knew that this aura must have something to do with the Holy Lord, so he didn't hesitate and immediately rushed over to watch the play.

In the ----------------- Temple, the Holy Lord spent a month in front of this huge temple to form a gate made of magic.

Power lingered throughout the gate, and countless spell patterns filled all parts of the gate.

"Hurry up, Holy Lord, if you want to defeat that human, don't bother." Behind the Holy Lord, a magic mirror was facing him, and he could see the huge magic door.

The voice came from inside the mirror, and it was a bazaar with a blue body, a snake-tailed body, and hair like tentacles.

"Wait, my magic is still a while."

"I can't wait, thousands of years have passed." Curse Blue stared at the Holy Lord, his voice was cold, but it was full of unquestionable tone: "The time of the month is almost up, if that person is really as terrifying as you say, we must be prepared." ”

"Curse Blue, are you so careful? Hahaha. The Mountain Demon Bo just interrupted Curse Blue's words, and her rough and loud voice shouted, "As long as I go out, I will swallow him in one bite, how can there be so many things." The Eight Immortals no longer exist, and the Holy Lord can be free outside for so many years, and this era has long changed. When the Holy Lord heard Bo Gang belittle himself so much, his scarlet eyes burst into coldness, and he threatened: "Bo Gang, be careful when you speak. ”

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get started." The Thunder Demon interrupted the dispute between the brothers and sisters, his body was filled with thunder and lightning, and he looked at the Holy Lord: "Open the passage, we will help you defeat that human, and then the world will be ruled by the eight of us." "The words of China and the Soviet Union did have an effect, and instead of belittling each other and talking about each other, freedom is what they want.

"Don't be in a hurry to kill you, it's better to catch it alive." After the Holy Lord finished speaking, he turned to face the portal he had built, and then the evil spell sounded, and at the same time, the Pangu Treasure Box was also thrown into the air by him.

"Boom" From his hand, a red strange energy was injected into this ancient treasure box, and the bright green light immediately reversed from the treasure box and shot towards the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord was not in a hurry, he had already had a belly, recited the incantation again, and took the mirror in his hand and pointed it at the huge magic portal.

The light converged in the doorframe, and on the other side of the doorframe, the dimension of hell appeared before the Holy Lord.

A miserable blue arm grabbed the door frame and slowly walked out of it, his feet did not hit the ground, and his body exuded a powerful aura, it was Curse Blue himself.

"Long time no see, Holy Lord."