From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

Sakura, swamp.

"Ao Chen, when did you follow Zhao Zheng?"

Jackie Chan looked at a heavy book in his hand and asked as if chatting.

She glanced at him and said calmly: "A few months."

Jackie Chan looked at some beautiful modern Chinese annotations on the book, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. These were Zhao Zheng's notes when he read the book, and they were easy-to-understand evaluations of certain forces and events in the history books.

While allowing Jackie Chan to understand history more quickly, it also made Jackie Chan appreciate him even more.

After all, how bad can a young man be who can take notes seriously even while reading at home without going to school?

"Then why do you want to become a dragon? People can also become powerful through cultivation, right?"

Jackie Chan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and asked with some joy. He saw some interesting comments.

For example, when describing a description of the Archmage being killed by the Holy Lord, there are two very conspicuous Chinese words below this paragraph: Wisdom.

Although it looked like a compliment, Jackie Chan could see a hint of ridicule no matter how he looked at it.

Ao Chen was a little irritated, and silently stayed ten meters away from Jackie Chan, and then answered concisely: "Strong."

Jackie Chan turned back a page, glanced at Ao Chen, and lowered his head helplessly to continue reading. This man was really not friendly at all.

Time passed slowly, and the morning breath gradually passed. The midday sun was a bit harsh, but it was very comfortable in this swamp.

After all, the weather is still a bit cold at the end of January.

There were many surprises and shocks in Jackie Chan's eyes. Are real history books so interesting?

The human race in ancient times had so many enemies. The destruction of the devil race, the cunning of the devil race, and the power of more races are all vividly reflected in the history books.

Various cults and gods, various undead spirits and shadows, although the descriptions are not so detailed, they still describe a magnificent era very straightforwardly.

The authors of these history books are all human mages, although it was the human race that won the final victory and wiped out other races after the battle between gods and demons.

But the author of this book does not mean to look down upon those ethnic groups at all, and everything he writes is quite objective.

This is also the reason why Zhao Zheng carries this book with him and has read it to old times. After all, most history books are triggered from the perspective of the human race.

Many other races are despicable, and there are very few truly good books.

Because mages record these things just as a small adjustment in a long life. They may want to take a break while studying the truth of magic, or they may have other free time to write down their memories and make them into history books.

Of course, a large amount of private goods will be mixed in, which will make books that truly record history extremely rare.

The tranquility of the swamp lasted for a long time, and finally, at a certain moment, it was thirty meters away from Jackie Chan.

Ao Chen, who was leaning against a dead tree, opened his eyes, his scarlet pupils flashing solemnly.

And the fate around the divination house also began to tumble, turning from mysterious and peaceful to a little restless in an instant.

Jackie Chan seemed to have noticed something. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Miss Jinbo walking out of the house, murmuring with solemnity and worry: "They are coming!"

boom! boom! boom!

In front of the wooden house, trees collapsed in the distance, spreading straight towards this side.

Jackie Chan stood up and put the books into the box next to him, then handed the box to Jin Bo and said, "Miss Jin Bo, go in first and help me save these books."

Jin Bo glanced at Jackie Chan hesitantly, but she still couldn't see through the future of the brave man, and now the only one she could believe in was the brave man.

She took the box and said softly: "Please be safe."

Jackie Chan nodded, walked forward, came to Ao Chen, and asked softly: "Is it a devil?"

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The scene of the collapsed trees was getting closer and closer. Ao Chen's eyes were flashing with excitement, and he didn't pay attention to Jackie Chan at all.

As some huge figures loomed in the jungle, the excitement in Ao Chen's eyes became more intense. He was eager to fight, eager for an evenly matched battle, and also enjoyed the joy of winning the battle.

And Zhao Zheng, in the eyes of Ao Chen, who had made a breakthrough, happened to be this character.

"Is this a ninja?"

Jackie Chan's shadow soldiers, who are about the same size as Tohru, look more and more solemn in the scene where they easily knock down trees. These soldiers seem to be much stronger than ninjas.

Behind the soldier, on a huge throne, a yellow humanoid demon is holding its head, looking ahead with murderous eyes, advancing unhurriedly, like the arrival of a king, which makes people dare not stare. Feel.

The excitement in Ao Chen's eyes became more intense. He stood up straight, twisted his neck twice, and made a clicking sound.

"The devil belongs to me, the fish belongs to you."

As Ao Chen spoke, the flames on his body were looming, and he walked forward with fighting intent in his eyes. The powerful aura on his body gradually became more prominent, making the surrounding air a little hot.

"We meet again, I won't lose again this time."

Ao Chen's body slowly flew up. His two-meter-tall body and huge wings with almost incomparable wingspan gave him a strong sense of oppression.

He looked down at the demon slightly, the excitement on his face unable to be suppressed.

"Remember, the one who is about to defeat you is called"

"Boil the dust!"

boom!

The blazing flames spread in the jungle, and the endless waves of fire caused the surrounding crocodiles to run away desperately.

Large tracts of trees were ignited by these flames, and some methane was also ignited by open flames, causing explosions like a chain reaction.

Boom boom boom.

After shouting in the jungle and continuous explosions, a flame tornado suddenly appeared, and the hot air waves blew down many dead trees. The raging flames intensified in the jungle and could ignite the entire jungle at any time.

Jackie Chan looked at the direction of the battle with a serious face, and a big head slowly floated up and looked at him.

Jackie Chan paused, frowned and whispered: "Tara?"

Tara looked at Jackie Chan with a deep look in his eyes. He turned his head and glanced at him, and roared loudly: "Go, kill him, capture the fortune teller, and present him to my greatest majesty!"

The vigorous roar broke through the sky, and many soldiers of the Giant Shadow Legion walked towards Jackie Chan slowly with a sense of oppression, like a tank charging on the battlefield.

Jackie Chan was stunned. These people did not come for the mask, but to capture Miss Jinbo?

Jackie Chan, who was about to rush out, stepped back decisively and blocked the door of the fortune-telling house, looking at the soldiers in front with unfriendly eyes.

As the first giant shadow soldier approached, Jackie Chan decisively threw a punch and collided with the soldier who also threw a punch.

Bang~

After a loud bang, the giant shadow soldier instantly exploded into a shadow and disappeared.

"So weak?"

Jackie Chan staggered forward, and his eyes changed when he looked at the big guys. What was wrong with this feeling for him? Not as good as a ninja? Before he could figure it out, a huge head was approaching and crashing into him.

Snap~

Jackie Chan subconsciously waved his hand and slapped Tara in the face.

Obviously, he didn't use much strength, but Tara was directly pulled apart!

Jackie Chan looked at his hands wrapped in armor in a daze. Ah, did he achieve great magic?

Without giving him time to think, the soldiers of the other giant shadow legion had already come close.

Jackie Chan subconsciously punched, and the powerful force directly penetrated the two giant shadow soldiers, causing them to collapse directly.

As the number of soldiers increased, Jackie Chan's punches became faster and faster. The soldiers who looked particularly strong collapsed under his power. If these soldiers had not looked fierce, were fast enough, and had murderous intentions, Jackie Chan would have thought they were letting him go.

"Damn human! If my real body was here, I would have torn you to pieces and sent your flesh and blood to my great majesty!"

The vigorous roar scared Jackie Chan. He turned his head and immediately saw that the big head was attacking again without hesitation.

Jackie Chan slapped him, and with a snap, the roar stopped abruptly, and he was pulled apart again.

Jackie Chan was a little silent. It was outrageous that such a weak shadow army could actually lift the Holy Lord.

But it was better this way, no one could pass through him.

He had time to look back in the interval between the fight, and the surprise in his eyes flashed again.

No shadow tried to bypass him and directly invade the fortune-telling house?

Jackie Chan pursed his lips. Although this made the opponent look a little stupid, he would not warn him. He just had to wait.

Boom boom boom.

Unlike Jackie Chan's easygoing, the battle on Ao Chen's side was much more difficult.

Although he knew that the demon in front of him was not his father God, but a brother and sister with the same roots, this guy was granted some authority by the father God and was better than he imagined!

This guy is one of his rivals! Third brother - Ao Ba

Boom As Ao Ba was thrown to the ground by Ao Chen, the bursting flames on Ao Chen's body exploded on his body, and the blazing flames burned Ao Ba's body fiercely.

However, the fire demon could not be burned by flames.

Ao Ba's scarlet eyes were full of anger. His hands supported the ground, and with a sudden force, he instantly threw Ao Chen away with the power of his legs.

"Haven't you had enough fighting? It's my turn now!" Ao Ba stood up and stared at Ao Chen in the air. He bent his legs slightly, flew up instantly, and rushed straight to Ao Chen's face.

"This move is called Dragon Breath!" Ao Chen's eyes condensed, and while flying backwards, he opened his big mouth and sprayed a column of flames directly at Ao Ba. The huge thrust made his body continue to fly far away, knocking down the burning trees.

"This is the real dragon's breath!"

"Roar!"

Ao Ba also opened his mouth, and a thicker flame suddenly sprayed out, instantly crushing Ao Chen's flame, and with great power, he blasted Ao Chen into the swamp.

Ao Ba did not give Ao Chen a chance to breathe, and followed with an extremely fast flying speed, smashing the bottom of the huge pit blown out by the swamp.

Boom!

Another explosion sounded in the swamp pit, and Ao Ba's fist collided with Ao Chen's legs, and the powerful force continued to expand the pit of the swamp.

However, if it was just a pure power contest, Ao Ba was much stronger than Niu Fu Zhu, so it was natural for him to crush Ao Chen.

"Under absolute power, all moves are just fancy tricks."

Ao Ba said gloomily, and the huge force made Ao Chen's straight legs tremble slightly, and Ao Chen's hands supporting the ground also bent slightly.

Ao Chen suddenly bent his hands and legs, and his whole chest was pressed against the ground.

The moment one side of the wrestling force suddenly disappeared, Ao Ba pressed down fiercely.

But the next moment, Ao Chen's whole body strength was poured into the ground, and his bent legs and hands exerted force at the same time.

Another huge force suddenly pumped out, and it was stronger than any previous time.

Boom!

Ao Ba was caught off guard and was kicked to the chest by the huge force, flying into the sky.

Ao Chen put his hands slightly hard, stood at the bottom of the cracked pit and looked at the sky.

In the sky, Ao Ba looked at his slightly sunken chest, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more intense. He looked at the 'tragic' battle on Tara's side.

Feeling the powerful power of the god's armor and Tara's desperate defense, he frowned.

The battle here must be ended quickly, otherwise he will not be able to take away the fortune teller this time.

Buzz~

In the bright sky, strands of golden-red color loomed in the sky, and large swaths of fire clouds appeared on the horizon.

Aoba's Fire Domain caused the temperature of the entire cherry blossoms to continue to rise, as if winter had gone directly to the hottest summer.

Ao Chen looked at Ao Ba with a serious look in his eyes. He didn't force Ao Ba to behave like this last time. If those claw shadow soldiers hadn't been mentally retarded, then maybe he would have died last time.

Ao Chen thought for a while, condensed a blazing fireball in his hand, and threw it upwards.

Buzz~

The fireball grew in the wind and turned into a flame of more than ten meters and hit Ao Ba.

There was some disdain in Ao Ba's eyes, and he continued to gather strength without dodging. When the fireball approached, he took a sharp breath.

A terrible scene appeared.

The attack that was originally quite powerful was actually sucked into Ao Ba's stomach like gas, and Ao Ba even burped.

Ao Chen's eyes became more solemn. Flames had always been used by him to interfere with his vision, but this was his first experience of being directly eaten by an enemy.

The sense of crisis around him is getting heavier and heavier, and Ao Ba's power is getting stronger and stronger.

A feeling that made Ao Chen breathless came to his heart, as if Ao Ba had become his superior.

Ao Chen and Ao Ba looked at each other, suddenly grabbed a handful of medicine from the bag on his waist that he had always protected, and poured it all into his mouth without hesitation.

"Let me show you a new trick."

Buzz~

At the moment when Ao Ba's domain is completely completed, all the flames in this domain will completely surrender to the power of the Flame Lord.

Any flame will become Ao Ba's power bank.

Listening to the dying man still talking shamelessly, Ao Ba was about to speak with some disdain.

boom!

An aura so powerful that it didn't look like Ao Chen's breath suddenly erupted, causing the disdain in Ao Ba's eyes to quickly turn to horror.

What's going on?

Buzz~

As Ao Chen poured the last piece of red potion into his mouth, the powerful potion of violent potion instantly doubled his breath again.