As long as he gets this Panku treasure box, then he will be able to control the gates of hell, and he may be able to make a deal with those high-ranking demon monarchs at that time.

The opportunity for eternal life seems... It's here!

Thinking of this, he didn't even bother with Xiaoyu, in the end, in his heart, Xiaoyu was just a saint warrior who hadn't grown up.

In the future, she may be able to dominate an era, but now, she is not as important as Panku's treasure box.

A purple bolt of magic caught the slowly descending man and the Panku treasure box he was holding, and the magic swirled around the fat man, but he didn't dare touch the small box.

"Tru?" Xiao Yu saw the figure above clearly and let out a low voice.

After seeing the box in his hand and the greedy expression of the sword dragon, his big eyes rolled around and shouted: "Quick, that's the box that Daddy is looking for, grab it!" ”

Daolong was stunned, Tru was also stunned, his eyes when he looked at Daolong changed instantly, this old man wanted to rob the fruits of his labor?

You know, when he found this Panku treasure box, Wallon promised him a million dollars, which could make his mother live a good life.

Daolong looked at Xiaoyu and then at Tru, aren't these two people in a group? Could it be that they were fighting for this Panku treasure box?

But it doesn't matter, although he doesn't know who is behind this fat man, but he is the strongest wizard, and even the archmage was defeated in his hands back then, he doesn't think that there are still people who can threaten him in this era.

Thinking that he didn't deny Xiaoyu's words, when Tru landed, another magic shot also hit Tru in an instant, imprisoning all his movements.

Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, looking at Tru, who was struggling and useless, and felt that this time he might be planted.

"Fatty, you take the Panku treasure box and follow me, how about I spare your life?" Dao Long looked at Tru and asked indifferently.

He couldn't touch Panku's treasure box, but he could take it indirectly, he just looked at the fat man as if he had a magical talent, that is, bone amazement, so he wanted to give him a chance.

If he didn't want it, he wouldn't be relentless.

"The Panku Treasure Box can't be given to you." Tru gritted his teeth and struggled, this is a million, so much money, how can Tru, who did not go to the righteous side, hand it over?

"Whatever you want." Dao Long said casually, and then his gaze turned to Xiao Yu again: "Young Saint Seiya, it's your turn now." ”

Xiao Yu looked at the Quetzalcoatl God who was still bound in place, a little anxious, the flexible little brain kept spinning, as if she thought of something, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Don't you want to know who is fighting with a god for the Panku Treasure Box?" Xiao Yu seemed to be settling her and even sat on the ground, looking at Daolong with some pity and said.

"Oh? Is this the last words of the Saint Seiya? "The sword dragon seems to understand something, this little girl wants to delay time!

But who is his sword dragon? The strongest wizard! Who have you been afraid of? It doesn't seem to hurt to listen to it.

"Hehe, of course you can kill me, although I don't know what the Saint Seiya is." Xiao Yu shrugged her shoulders first.

Then he said, "However, this Panku treasure box is something that the Fire Demon has prescribed, if you rob him of his things, are you sure you can keep it?" ”

Dao Long's brows furrowed violently, and he looked at the situation on the field, a reincarnation of a saint seiya, a god, and an ordinary person with very good magical talents.

Those who can grab things with Saint Seiya seem... Possible... Maybe it's really the Holy Lord?

"Scared?" Xiaoyu said jokingly: "There are even more scary." ”

Dao Long's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if he had inadvertently fallen into some quagmire, but he didn't stop the girl's delay, he also wanted to hear what situation he had fallen into.

"The Son of the Holy Lord knows, right?" Seeing Daolong's expression, Xiao Yu knew that her goal of delaying time had been achieved, although she didn't know if anyone would come to save her, but the words of the long night dream were two-way.

As long as there is time, there will be changes, I hope that Daddy can fall from the sky, or anyone who comes, at least until Quetzalcoatl recovers his mobility.

After thinking about it, the girl continued: "I should have a good relationship with him, you killed me, you robbed someone else's father's things, are you sure, you can survive tomorrow?" ”

What Xiaoyu was thinking at this time was: I put a gun at his head, and he still called me the queen, and the relationship should be good.... Right?

At this time, Daolong's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and what he was thinking about at the moment was of course not the girl's words, but what was revealed from the words.

Son of the Holy Lord?

Does the Holy Lord have a son?

So could the Ninth Monarch really be him? If Panku Treasure Box really took it himself, would it directly offend the two monarchs?

Could it be that the current Saint Seiya is targeting their father and son?

One question after another made the sword dragon a little uneasy, the Holy Lord had to say a little, after all, when Luo Pei sealed him, he recorded all those loopholes and restraint magic in the magic book.

And he Daolong happened to have a few books that turned the Holy Lord into a sand sculpture.

However, the son of the Holy Lord is unknown, which represents a monarch without any weaknesses.

This kind of monarch is terrifying, without restraining magic, not to mention that he has not broken through the archmage, even if he breaks through, there may not be a way to seal it.

After all, the things that are sealed, to put it bluntly, are left by gods of the same level, and human mages and wizards are all leftovers of other people's play.

Want to seal a monarch.... Difficult!

"So, don't waste your strength, go by yourself, I can act as if nothing happened." Xiaoyu asked with a pretended relaxation.

But if you look closely, you can see the sweat on the little girl's forehead and palms, and you can think of how nervous she is at this time.

The sword dragon was still thinking about it, and the staff in his hand slowly fell, as if he really wanted to leave as the girl said, but the next moment, his frowning brows slowly loosened, and he found the loophole in the girl's mouth!

"It's worthy of being a saint warrior, and his ability to make up nonsense is really powerful." The sword dragon's tone became slow.

"However, the Holy Lord has obviously not recovered, so how can he threaten me?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Yu was shocked in her heart: Oh no, the tiger skin has been torn off!

But she still forced it: "Okay, but don't you want to know why he didn't recover?" ”

"No, you better go to the next life of reincarnation!" The sword dragon said as black magic gradually appeared in his hands.

And Quetzalcoatl's eyes are anxious at this moment, and his body is gradually emitting light, soon, as long as he drags it one longer, he can break free from the restraints!

"His son seized the power of the twelve spells and turned into a very powerful demon, which is the reason why the Holy Lord did not recover." Xiao Yu said urgently, as if she wanted to make a final struggle.

And Dao Long didn't want to listen to Xiao Yu's words at the moment, although he was also interested in the last one: "That's really inheriting the will of the Holy Lord, it's just a little troublesome little devil, even if it really comes, what can it do?" ”

"Saint Seiya, it's time to send you on your way." The sword dragon said that the magic in his hand was ready, and it was about to end the life of the contemporary saint seiya.

Quetzalcoatl struggled, as if his aura had grown stronger, and he was ready to burn his authority to save the girl he had never protected.

He may be gone, but so what?

But suddenly, the temperature around him rose rapidly, and the solar authority of Quetzalcoatl God was instantly suppressed, and a calm voice sounded.

"Really?"