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"My father has just gone out, but there are many demon king-level magic restrictions in my father's palace. Brother Montenegro, do you want to try it?" the second prince said with a smile.

"This is not good," Harley hesitated, "It is easy for me to break the palace restrictions imposed by His Majesty the Third Palace.

Here’s the problem. If I walk around the palace at will, coming and going as I please, will it make His Majesty angry? "

The second prince was shocked, "You can come and go as you please? Are you kidding me?"

Harley said solemnly: "Without this ability, how dare I step on Witch Harley's head and become famous?

Today I will put my words here. My heavenly escape technique is unparalleled in the world and unstoppable. It has surpassed the rules of hell and reached the pinnacle of escape techniques in the multiverse. "

"Peak Escape Technique" The second prince's eyes shone. He visited escape masters everywhere, wasn't it just to learn the best escape technique in the world?

If he had learned anything in dealing with the Witch Harley in the past few years, it was that "good fists are not as good as good legs and feet."

As long as your legs and feet are flexible and you can run fast, the witch can't catch up.

The witch couldn't catch up with him, so naturally she couldn't hurt him.

The harder the fist, the stronger the strength, but the more dangerous it is. Because the fist is harder, you have to rush forward and confront the witch head-on. The reality proves that even if you confront the witch head-on, you will not end well.

"Don't worry, Brother Montenegro, I'll be by your side. If my father is alarmed or blamed, I will take full responsibility."

The second prince was impatient and wanted to see "the best escape technique in the world" immediately.

"Really want to try?" Harley confirmed again.

"Bang bang bang!" The second prince slapped his chest vigorously several times and said loudly: "My father's palace belongs to me, isn't it? Mine also belongs to my brother. What's wrong with practicing magical powers in your own home?"

"Old Monster of Montenegro" was still not at ease and said, "How about His Highness the Crown Prince send a message to His Majesty the Third Palace and let him know first?"

"This is easy!" The second prince clenched his right hand and then opened it, until the magic vulture took off from his palm and turned into a black line, heading to the bottom of hell.

"This is my alter ego that will explain everything to my father."

"Old Demon of Black Mountain" stopped refusing and said seriously: "My Heavenly Escape Technique has three levels. The first level is to level the world, the second level is lawlessness, and the third level."

Harley deliberately hesitated and said vaguely: "Let's try the first two weights today."

Although the second prince wanted to know what the third level was, he wanted to see the power of the "Heavenly Escape Technique" immediately, so he did not ask, but just urged: "Brother Heishan, try it quickly. By the way, you can bring others with you." Shall we escape together? I want to experience it intuitively."

"You can bring people, but the effect will be less effective."

"It's better to be a little worse."

Harley walked to the second prince and said, "I'm going to start. Your Highness, please don't struggle."

"I know."

"Ah hey!" Harley waved her arms suddenly, "Three points to return to strength!"

A layer of golden color - yellow light energy, a layer of deep darkness - the Seal of the Hell King, a layer of transparency - God's force field, three layers of energy film spread from the hooded Harley.

Before all the demons could react, the three powers merged into one and turned into a black protective shield as thick as the palm of their hand.

The magic shield is billowing with black smoke, like a ignited dung ball, exuding a strong aura of depravity, darkness, decay, fear, chaos, etc.

"Ugh, it hurts."

"Hee hee hee"

"Woooooooo"

There are also faces of pain, joy, crying, or dullness, and various "hateful spirits" appear on the surface of the "dung dome."

——In fact, it is the illusion projected on it by the Sandman's robe.

"Hiss, it's such a terrifying aura. Just one look at it makes me feel scared and my magic power is disordered. The old Black Mountain demon must be an unparalleled evil demon that is not weaker than the Demon Lord." All nearby demons were attracted by it, even the second prince. A look of shock on his face.

"Heavenly Escape Technique - Level the world!"

Harry shouted, and the "three-in-one" cover wrapped around himself and the second prince, like a bolide, rushing towards the Third Palace at a hundred times the speed of sound.

"Rumble--" The black meteor dragged a long black tail and made a thunderous roar in the mid-air. Even the demons in the square in the distance were alarmed.

"The speed is average." The second prince commented.

"We haven't started to 'pacify the world' yet."

Harley replied casually, then used huge force to break through the palace wall, pushing sideways without losing speed.

"Crackling - booming - crackling -" The mountain-like thick wall is like tofu, the runes and formations on the wall are all triggered, and the colorful magic radiance hits the black "dung ball cover", in addition to stimulating more and richer The black smoke had almost no adverse effects on it.

Not only did the "dung ball cover" not slow down, it kept accelerating under the stimulation of the restriction.

"Hiss, it's so terrifying!" The demons watching outside were shocked, "It can really ignore the demon king-level restrictions."

There were only 500 meters left from the 'pocket dimension' where Rachel was, and it was difficult to get close with ordinary physical impact methods. Harry stopped, turned his head and asked the second prince, "How about this move to 'flatten the world'?"

The second prince's face flushed with excitement and he shouted: "Okay, great, this is the most domineering escape technique I have ever seen."

"Oh, you are indeed a bit overbearing. I knocked out a big hole in His Majesty's palace. If His Majesty comes back, I will blame him." There was an obvious apology and sadness in the rough voice like rubbing against rocks.

The second prince laughed loudly and waved his hand generously, "It's just a palace. My father is broad-minded and generous. I will definitely not blame you for this trivial matter."

"Are you sure? I'm a little worried."

The second prince patted his chest and promised: "Brother Montenegro, don't worry, I released the spiritual projection before, and I am currently with my father to explain the reason to him."

The top of the lonely mountain.

Lucifer, Belial, and Beelzebub are at the top, standing side by side, with Morpheus the Sandman just a few steps away.

In the vast wilderness at the foot of the mountain, millions of demons crowded together, like a sea of ​​monsters.

Lucifer crossed his arms, his eyes joking, and asked with a smile: "Morpheus, they are all here now, tell us which demon took your helmet?"

Belial, the King of Lies, is made up of a thousand faces. At this time, the thousands of mouths are laughing strangely together: "King of Dreams, this is all we can help you."

"The artifact is down there, right in front of you. As the master of dreams, you will definitely be able to find it, right?" Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies, chuckled.

Morpheus' expression was indifferent, and his plain voice spread throughout the wasteland: "One of you is holding my helmet. It is one of the props I use to manage the dream kingdom. It is very important."

Some of the demons below laughed, some yelled, and some remained silent. No one took the initiative to surrender.

Morpheus sighed, took out the Sandbag of Dreams from his arms, and said again: "It was made by me myself, using a bone of the death god to carve out a helmet that became a pure dream.

Only I can make it work, and I can find it. "

The demons mocked him more intensely and made obscene gestures to him.

Millions of demons laughed together, forming waves of laughter.

Morpheus pursed his lips, untied the sandbag, grabbed a handful of golden sand, and threw it into the demonic ocean below.

"Shashashasha" The golden sand turned into a long river of twinkling stars while it was still in the air.

The golden river is hundreds of kilometers long, reflecting a golden color in the sky, floating back and forth above the devil's ocean.

In just two breaths, the long river of golden sand suddenly shrank and turned into a colorful ribbon, falling on the head of a demon, hovering and refusing to leave.

It was a 'double-mouthed demon' with a big mouth on his chin, a golden streamer hanging on his head, and his body became as if it were made of gold, shining and golden.

It panicked a little, and the other demons quickly retreated, forming a large open space on the plain.

"That's it." Morpheus said.

Lucifer nodded slightly, "Its name is Ku Rongchang, a duke under Beelzebub."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon duke with a long face and two mouths came to face the demon kings.

"Qian Rongchun, what Meng Jun said is true. Did you take away the helmet he uses to manage the Dream Kingdom?" Lucifer asked.

"So what if I took it? I didn't break the law. No matter whose helmet it belonged to before, it belongs to me now. No one can take away the property of a hell noble for nothing." Junker Zorn said excitedly.

Lucifer glanced at it.

"Pfft!" The Demon Duke suddenly knelt on the ground as if being pressed down by Mount Tai, his knees breaking the stone floor.

"Don't speak to us in this tone," Lucifer said with a gentle expression and a calm voice, "Qian Rongchun, where is your helmet?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

This time, the two-mouthed demon only answered the questions honestly and no longer vented his emotions.

"Give it back to me, immediately." Morpheus said urgently.

Qian Rongchong looked at Lucifer, but Lucifer didn't say a word.

It looked at its lord, Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies.

Beelzebub said, "I give you the right to speak your mind freely."

Then, the two-mouthed demon began to talk non-stop: "Yes, I have the helmet here, but its origin is absolutely legitimate.

It comes from a fair trade, an exchange given to me by a mortal looking for help!

Although the price I paid was negligible, the helmet was extremely precious, but exchange was exchange. According to the laws of hell, unequal exchange was completely legal. "

Beelzebub said: "Mr. Meng, what he said is right."

Morpheus looked at the Demon Duke, "I want it back, what are your conditions?"

Without waiting for its reply, he quickly added: "Your name is Ku Rongchang, I remember it."

——Fuck, the real name and true appearance are exposed, but the other party is still supreme

The Demon Duke's face turned pale and he looked at his boss in fear.

Beelzebub was silent.

What could He say?

"Remember" is an activity of thought.

Even if he is as domineering as Harley, there is nothing he can do to stop other bosses from thinking about his little brother.

As for what he will do after thinking about it, we have to wait and see what he does!

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Qian Rongchun's heart: First, mother Fake, if you don't call me over, we won't be exposed no matter what; secondly, the helmet will definitely not be saved. Even if we resist today, the Sandman will be killed tomorrow. "Remember", and even the thoughts of other demons and gods, are completely unbearable; in the end, who should give the helmet to?

Qian Rongchun had the urge to offer the helmet to Lucifer or Beelzebub on the spot.

But soon, he suppressed this impulse.

He is a smart man, and his boss and Lucifer will only be smarter.

Even if he didn't mean to cause trouble, they would think he was causing trouble.

Because giving helmets is actually diverting trouble to the east.

Give the helmet directly to Morpheus?

No, he wants face, and his boss Beelzebub needs face even more. Lucifer and the whole hell need face.

——Damn, what a dilemma! What should I do with the witch's head? Hey, witch

"Mengjun, if you want your treasure back, just follow my way and have a bet with me. If you win, I will return the helmet to you. If you lose, hey hey hey." The Demon Duke exclaimed proudly. laugh.