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Shen Zhao groped his chin, Dao Long didn't need help, and he could tell that he had been preparing for a long time.

Of course, Shen Zhao is eager for the return of travelers, which will not only speed up the progress, but also try the strength of the outside in the first batch.

If you compare the strength of those races with the inheritance, you may be able to estimate the current power of the gods.

Thinking about these things, Shen Zhao returned to the main hall on the first floor.

He looked at the statue of the Holy Lord for a long time, and said, "Let you go out in three days."

The Holy Lord's scarlet eyes lit up, and he looked at this strange and familiar son, his eyes full of pressure, because he could sense that he might not be his opponent anymore if he was crippled to this extent.

But the pride of the monarch did not allow him to surrender, he just quietly looked at Shen Zhao, and his eyes gradually became complicated.

"You're excellent." The Holy Lord said that his eyes gradually darkened, this is the evaluation of this son in his heart, a.... Honest evaluation.

"You may think I'm mean, and I don't dare to help you regain your strength and fight fairly, but those images of your brainwashing speak for themselves." Shen Zhao looked at the Holy Lord's eyes that had completely darkened, and muttered, "The transcendent realm is cruel, everything is written by the victors..."

"Meanness or cowardice, I want to win." There was a bit of a hollowness in Shen Zhao's scarlet gaze: "Keep winning!"

"As a Demon Sovereign, I... You can't afford to lose!" Kamiaki said and turned around.

A black-gold throne emerged from another dimension, and Shen Zhao walked up the stairs to the throne, as if he was now getting stronger little by little.

He turned and sat down, muttering firmly, "Once... Not really!"

Zhu Lin and Berg, who were studying runes in the room on the second floor, seemed to feel something, and their eyes unconsciously fell to the wall, as if they saw the firm-eyed monarch through several layers of walls.

Their little dissatisfaction with becoming a volume seems to be gradually dissipating.

Time does not stop for anything, and in this era of revival, every moment is changing.

The follow-up of the cat man and the circulation of the mermaid in the upper class made a fig leaf seem to fall off.

The era of mankind has ushered in a change, the transcendent has gradually been worshipped and sought after, and some special academies have begun to come to the forefront.

These changes were made in just two days, which has to be said to be very receptive to modern people.

In the United States, they even want to establish diplomatic relations with cat people, but unfortunately, cat people are having a headache with their king, and they only recognize Xiaoyu and Daddy, and no one else can enter the primeval forest, otherwise they will be scratched or even killed.

It's just that these are not Shen Zhao's concerns, and after his mage said that the formation had been prepared, he set his eyes on the statue of the Holy Lord.

One eighth of the task, it can be completed.

As if sensing something, the Holy Lord's eyes lit up scarlet, and he looked at Shen Zhao so quietly without speaking.

A wave of spatial fluctuations flashed, and the space was like a cloth cut by a blade, revealing a trace of darkness.

Kamiaki reached in and fumbled for a moment, and when his hand was retracted, thirty-two huge teeth floated on his hand.

The Holy Lord still watched this scene quietly, his eyes were very calm, and there was no anger or expectation as Shen Zhao imagined.

It's as if what Kamiaki has in his hands has nothing to do with him.

Shen Zhao is also silent, the Holy Lord has a certain affection for the demon dragon, and after learning about the ancient deeds, in fact, Shen Zhao still admires these monarchs.

Although it seemed to him that some of these monarchs might have too big hearts, this could not deny their strength and talent.

The floating divine power was passively used, and the thirty-two teeth were neatly embedded in the mouth of the statue of the Holy Lord.

At this moment, just because of the return of a magic item, the black and righteous qi of the entire world were agitated.

The black aura was revealed, as if it had been seen

Xiao Yushi's enthusiasm rushed to the Holy Lord's body.

Maybe it's because Shen Zhao has been doing things, and Hei Qi's affinity for Shen Zhao is not even as good as that of the sword dragon, and the statue in front of him is the real son.

The physical body of the Holy Lord in front of him was gradually becoming fleshy, and although the Holy Lord had nothing left, his strength was still beyond God's imagination.

The balance of balance fell directly from thirty-seven to nineteen, which was just the increase of teeth, and one could imagine the strength of the Holy Lord.

At this moment, all forces turned their heads to this side.

Papa antique shop.

Xiao Yu, who was learning magic with her father, paused, and a trace of righteous qi fluctuations on her body slowly appeared.

This also attracted Daddy and Tru, who directly gave up the magic in their hands and looked at Xiaoyu with concern.

And the old man also felt something, his palm stretched out, and a Taiji diagram slowly rotated in his hand, on the Taiji diagram, almost all the area was black, only he and a flower were under pressure at the top of the righteous qi.

Daddy's gaze did not look at himself, but at the top of the black qi, where in addition to the simple dragon head, there was a flaming Oriental Dragon Diagram.

"Holy Lord... It's revived!" Daddy muttered, his gaze looking at Xiao Yu, it seemed that the collapse of balance made the Saint Seiya passively awaken.

But this is the legendary Demon Monarch, Saint Seiya.... Really?

And Xiaoyu, who was stunned, was also a little confused at the moment: "Why did you come out?"

"I feel absolute darkness, and it seems that heaven and earth do not allow her to make any trouble at such a moment." Saint Seiya's tone was very solemn, and she could feel who had come back to life.

That's the monarch she once feared.

"Who's revived?" Xiao Yu asked with some curiosity.

"The Demon of Fire... Holy Lord!" Saint Seiya said heavily.

"Recovery is recovery, anyway, he and the demon dragon will definitely fight, and in the end there will only be one left, no different from before." When Xiao Yu heard this, her tone was a little indifferent.

"Uh, what's going on?" Saint Douyu was obviously interested.

"The demon you fought with last time was the son of the Holy Lord, and he took the twelve spells of the Holy Lord for himself." Xiao Yu finished the matter very briefly.

Suddenly, the Saint Seiya's interest was even greater: "Then the Holy Lord can't teach that kid a hard lesson? Why don't we go and watch the battle?"

These words instantly poked Xiao Yu's heart, and there was almost no hesitation, Xiao Yu directly agreed, "Okay, wait for me to find a chance to get out."

"It's too troublesome, why don't I just get on you and run out?" This old man can't stop me." Saint Seiya said with great interest.

Xiao Yu felt that the words of this Saint Seiya were all in her heart at this moment, and it was still difficult for her to leave by herself, and it would be much better if the Saint Seiya came.

With such a strong force, Daddy shouldn't be so worried, right?

"Hurry, hurry." Xiaoyu agreed directly.

As a result, a powerful white light erupted from Xiaoyu's body, and under Daddy's shocked eyes, he instantly rushed out of the antique store, and the speed made Daddy even have no time to react.

"Oops~ The Saint Seiya has awakened, Long Chen, let's chase after it." Daddy shouted and walked out briskly.

Tru, who had no sense of existence, followed closely, and Long Chen outside the door was also shocked, what was the break that skipped in front of his eyes?

After hearing Daddy's words, the broom in his hand turned into powder with a bang, the ground under his feet cracked, and he instantly crashed through the door of Daddy's antique store and chased directly in the direction where the white light had passed.

And the old man stopped when he reached the door, as if thinking of what had happened before, and he said, "Tru is at home watching the store."

Tru: ".... Yes sir."