From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

"Ao Chen, what on earth is the old man going to do?" The little demon dragon followed Ao Chen in boredom and asked casually.

"This is not something you should worry about!" Ao Chen asked calmly, with a golden pointer in his hand that looked like a dragon horn constantly emitting red energy.

The little demon dragon yawned and said lightly: "By the way, how did you come into being? Are you the descendants of evil dragons? If that's the case, I'm still your master!"

Ao Chen walked silently, his eyes slightly gloomy: "Pay attention to your attitude."

The little demon dragon paused, his eyes flickered, and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I won't ask!"

Ao Chen stopped talking, but increased the output of magic power to the dragon horn. When they walked to a forest, the dragon horn trembled slightly, and then returned to its original appearance.

But Ao Chen had already stopped: "This is it, let your demonic energy explode."

The demon dragon stretched out his hand indifferently, and the terrifying black air enveloped the surroundings. He slowly opened his mouth, and a tremor like coming from the void appeared.

A strange and terrifying syllable swept the black demonic energy, and the surrounding space trembled violently in an instant.

Between heaven and earth, the black air and the righteous air slowly looked over, and then slowly disappeared.

The demon dragon flew into the air, pressed down with one hand, and another strange syllable came out of his mouth, and a raging fire instantly burned in the rolling darkness.

As the space continued to twist, endless coldness instantly swept around.

In the sky, a piece of cool snowflakes slowly fell, and then, pieces of snowflakes covered the space next to the forest, making Ao Chen frown unhappily.

Huanyan Dragon people don't like water and ice.

As the third syllable of the demon dragon fell, a pure white portal suddenly descended, and the surrounding snowflakes suddenly increased. The goose-feather-like snow continued to fall, dyeing the green forest with a layer of pure white.

"What a nasty weather." The demon dragon said unhappily, and a circle of flames appeared around him, blocking all the snowflakes.

Ao Chen looked at the portal, frowned, and took the lead to approach: "Let's go, stop complaining."

The demon dragon followed, and when he stepped into the white portal, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Hey, Ao Chen, if I'm not mistaken, you are here to find Santa Claus, right? "

Ao Chen looked at the pure white world around him with a gloomy face. Endless heavy snow and continuous snow-capped mountains are all the scenery here.

Ao Chen turned around without thinking and prepared to leave directly, but the next moment, the portal behind him disappeared at some point, and what he saw was still a piece of snow-white.

Ao Chen turned his head, frowned, and began to chant a magic spell. The blizzard around him suddenly stopped, and powerful energy fluctuations began to gather.

"Ao Chen? What do you want to talk to me about?" A low and hoarse voice resounded throughout the space.

A handsome man in red armor appeared in front of them silently with his arms folded, as if he was suddenly summoned and felt very unhappy.

"Lord Madara!" Ao Chen didn't care about Madara's cold attitude towards him, but bowed slightly and said, "We need your help!"

Uchiha Madara's eyes showed a trace of thought, and then he smiled and stretched out his hand. In the ice and snow, a second sun began to appear in the sky, and the hot breath began to spread.

"No matter how many times you watch it, it's an art!"

Ao Chen looked at Uchiha Madara with a little envy, a little stunned, and the demon dragon beside him was already sweating profusely.

This guy... How could he be so strong?

How did the old man recruit such a strong man?

"Alright!" Uchiha Madara stretched out his right hand and clenched it slightly towards the snowy mountain in front of him. The fireball of nearly a thousand meters in the air slowly moved forward.

In an instant, the mountains blocking the Tailed Beast Ball were swept away like a dead tree or rotten wood.

"Huh?!"

Uchiha Madara looked at the protective shield erected in the distance with a serious face. He vaguely felt that there was a sacred and powerful mysterious force supporting it.

"Blocked?"

The devil dragon smacked his lips. If this attack fell on him, he believed that with his ability, he should... maybe... be killed!

Buzz~

A very modern alarm sounded instantly, and a building like a lighthouse on the top of the snowy mountain emitted a red light to illuminate the surroundings.

A fat old man with a white beard walked out of the Christmas house, and his clear eyes were full of horror as he looked at the approaching powerful attack.

The surrounding space was fluctuating strongly, and elves wearing green clothes and only one meter tall appeared instantly. They wore green Christmas hats on their pointed ears and looked at the sky with serious eyes.

"Christmas elves, assemble!"

A loud shout sounded, and suddenly, more elves appeared out of thin air. They raised their hands one after another, and a powerful green barrier instantly covered the entire mountain.

Boom! Boom boom boom.

The terrifying loud noise spread throughout the space, causing a huge avalanche, causing chaos in the area.

Santa Claus' voice was a little choked, and he asked with a trembling voice: "What is that? It's so scary!"

An elf looked at the faint cracks on the barrier and said: "I don't know, but I can feel the strong darkness. We need support!"

"Support? How to find support?" Santa Claus said in a panic.

"Xiaoweier" the elf did not answer, but shouted loudly.

"Here we are!" A male elf ran out in a hurry, and said solemnly: "Captain, what do you want?"

"Go find Master Chen in the antique shop and tell him that the armor of the immortal god is being targeted by the devil!" The captain looked at the cracked shield and said solemnly: "We may not be able to hold on for much longer."

"Yes, I'll go right away." Xiao Weier replied, and his figure disappeared out of thin air.

"We hid so well, how could we be targeted by the devil?" Santa Claus's face was extremely pale and somewhat unbelievable.

Captain Santa did not speak, but increased the output of magic power in his hand. After a while, he said bitterly: "If it weren't for the power of the immortal god, this attack just now would have destroyed us!"

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Ring, ring, ring.

"Welcome to Dad's antique shop, how can I help you?"

"Hello, are there any antiques from the Lin Dynasty here? I'm more interested in that period." A middle-aged man with a top hat walked into the shop and asked with a smile.

Jackie Chan's smile became more sincere. He walked out of the counter and extended his hand to the left to guide the customer: "Yes, these are all antiques from the Lin Dynasty. Take a look at what you need."

"How about introducing them to me?" The middle-aged man explained: "My boss is an elegant collector. I need to tell him the details so that he knows what to buy."

"Um, this is a vase?" Jackie Chan said a little speechless: "You can take it away for only 400,000."

The middle-aged man paused, looked at Jackie Chan strangely, nodded, and said: "No problem! Pack it up!"

" Wait a minute!"

The old man on the side looked at Jackie Chan who was packing and said unhappily: "I won't sell you my antiques."

"Get out of here now!"

The smile on the middle-aged man's face froze, and he looked at Jackie Chan at a loss, and said: "Since you are open for business, why don't you sell it to me?"

Jackie Chan shrugged, stopped his hand movements, and said helplessly: "This guest! Since Dad doesn't want to sell, I have no choice!"

"You'd better leave!"

The middle-aged man shook his head, took a deep look at the skinny old man sitting on the sofa drinking tea, and walked out the door.

"Tell the people behind you. I hope you will disturb my life again!"

When the middle-aged man walked out of the antique shop, the old man's voice exploded directly, scaring Xiaoyu who was sitting in the living room watching TV.

The old man walked out angrily and hooked his hand.

After Jackie Chan lowered his head, he put his two fingers together and slapped him on the forehead, shouting: "You are an incompetent archaeologist. You know that antiques have souls. If you sell them to certain people like this, they will cry!"

"Uh, but." Jackie Chan covered his head and felt a little wronged. He felt that his father was very irritable these days, so he brought Xiaoyu back from District 13 to accompany him well.

Dad stretched out his hand again, slap!

"No buts! The customer just now was not here to buy things seriously!" Dad said angrily: "You have to open your eyes!"

"Uh, okay, Dad, that"

Slap!

Dad couldn't help but hit him again, pushing Jackie Chan to the library and saying: "No, I have to put down my research on magic and give you a deep training."

"But Dad, I still have to look after the store, and dinner is about to come." Jackie Chan was pushed forward helplessly, trying to reason with his father.

"Xiaoyu will take good care of the antique shop, right?" Dad turned his head and looked at the living room gently, and asked.

Xiaoyu smiled widely, and hurried to the back of the counter and said: "Of course, my eyes will be on every bad guy who tries to use money to get close to me. I can do it."

"See, Xiaoyu is so smart." Dad said gently, turned his head and roared: "Look at you again, you need to reflect on yourself!"

"Okay, Dad." Jackie Chan entered the library helplessly.

As the door was closed, Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief. The angry dad was so scary.

Jackie Chan followed Dad into the magic collection room, helplessly holding his forehead: "Dad, can we eat first? Xiaoyu is hungry."

Dad was about to speak, the temperature of the entire antique shop dropped instantly, Dad's face suddenly became gloomy, and he suddenly opened the door and looked outside.

A male elf appeared in front of them out of thin air.

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up: "Wow! Elf!"

The old man paused, frowned, looked at the short elf with green hair and a somewhat ugly face in front of him and asked: "Dad doesn't remember inviting you."

Little Will ignored the surprise of several people, glanced around, and finally fixed his eyes on the old man: "You are Master Chen, right? The most powerful magician in America!"

The Christmas space is a special place. They can use some means to see Europe and the United States. They have long been concerned about this powerful magician!

This is a very respectable and powerful magician!

"Yes, yes, Mr. Elf, this is the powerful Master Chen, tell me your predicament quickly, the powerful magician will help you." Xiaoyu came forward with great interest, looking at the elf who was only two-thirds of his height and said hurriedly.

Little Will was stunned, looked at Xiaoyu and turned to look at his father. Are all the magicians now so kind-hearted?

However, he did not hesitate and said quickly: "Santa Claus is in danger. There are three very scary demons attacking the Christmas space. Quick, come with me to save him!"

"Santa Claus? Does that thing really exist? I thought it was fake like the Nomi Men?" Xiaoyu's eyes were full of surprise. Santa Claus, she had heard of it in Hong Kong.

"Xiaoyu! Don't make trouble!" Jackie Chan said with a frown.

"Oh, okay." Xiaoyu pouted, then looked at the elf curiously and stopped talking.

"What kind of devil?" A trace of solemnity flashed in the father's eyes, a special kind of righteousness!

This kind of energy is very special and can be called the energy of justice, but it has two sides. Evil people or creatures get it.

Then the dark side of the righteous energy will swallow up this energy and become a great tonic for the black energy creatures.

"I don't know, but the power of the other elves can't withstand it for long, and our captain said that their goal is the immortal god's armor!" Little Will gradually said anxiously: "Hurry, Master Chen, it's too late."

"What?" Dad's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly shouted to Jackie Chan: "Go, quickly get Dad's magic weapon. Once the devil gets the god's armor, I'm afraid the yin and yang will be completely out of balance!"

"No, I want to go too! That's Santa Claus! I haven't seen Santa Claus yet!" Xiaoyu said decisively.

"No, it's too dangerous, Xiaoyu, you can't go!" This time the father's face was very serious and he said in a deep voice, which was different from every time before.

Xiaoyu had never seen such a serious father before. She shrank her head a little, lowered her head and muttered in despair, "Ah! How could this happen?"

She looked at the elf with wide eyes, blinked, and opened her mouth to describe something.

"Dad, here it is." Jackie Chan walked out with two dried puffer fish and dried lizards, and a small package on his back. It should be the materials his father needs when he is ready to go out at any time.

"Let's go, the immortal armor must not be taken away by the devil." Dad looked at the elf and said.

"etc!"

Dad suddenly remembered something and hesitated for a while. After thinking about it for a while, he said to Jackie Chan: "Take the armor of the eighth immortal god with you!"

"Otherwise, we may not be able to fight them with our strength alone."

"Okay!" Jackie Chan immediately ran back into the house, and soon ran out with a blue armor on his back.

"Crack!"

The father clasped his fingers together, hit the elf, and said seriously: "Teleport it quickly!"

The elf came back to his senses, nodded, and glanced at Xiaoyu. The surrounding space shook momentarily. Their family's unique space teleportation ability was used, and the three people except Xiaoyu disappeared out of thin air.