From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

"We are fake, the gods are fake, and the balance is fake. There is a pair of black hands controlling every plant and tree, even my thoughts, life and death. The whole world is like a puppet on strings, heading towards a predetermined ending. Even if It’s a given to discover this truth.”

Curse Lan said lightly: "Besides this, I can't think of anything else that could make me panic."

"But, is the world fake?" Curlan finally asked.

The other demons shook their heads subconsciously. After all, how could the million-year rule be fake? The world slowly changed from a desolate world to the glorious era that followed.

How could it be fake?

"So, the only possibility is that there is a problem in the future, and the problem could be caused by the gods."

Curlan thought deeply and said, "This is probably related to the purpose of the immortal gods. Maybe I'm overthinking it."

Ximu's eyes were full of thoughts. After leaving hell, his thinking became more flexible. Although the lost memories have not returned, they can still make him think of deeper things.

"The idea that gods control the world and that the world is fake can be denied."

Ximu looked up, with thoughts on his face: "And the reason is also very simple. The gods are too weak, and there are variables."

"If everything is a given, then variables should not appear and order should not collapse."

"As for the gods, in that divine battle, I can confirm that they are not clones."

"So, the one-on-one strength of the true gods is not as good as ours, so what can they do to control a world that we cannot control?"

Ximu's tone became confident as he spoke: "I am more inclined to the theory of recovery. They are trying to use the balance of yin and yang to revive in our era, and the price is to get rid of us who have always been above the balance, or replace it!"

Curse Lan nodded and agreed with Ximu's statement.

Gods and demons are creatures on the same level, and even Curse Blue is half a level ahead of the gods.

This kind of strength really cannot support those theories, but

"The Curse Blue in the future is a bit suspicious, unless..."

Curse Lan paused as he spoke, and thoughts reappeared in his eyes. He thought of something, but he couldn't quite confirm it, because in that case, the world would be more interesting.

"The future is not the real future." Ximu answered with a smile on his face: "The world has countless space planes, the heaven, the dead, and the shadow. These will eventually develop into a complete world."

"It would be interesting if the future of Demon Little Dragon that can connect to the present is not the real future."

Ximu's scarlet eyes were full of interest in exploring the unknown: "The scene of the battle between gods is too vast, and it is not impossible to break the world."

Sao Feng interrupted: "But in today's world, except for the history books, there is no possibility of traveling through time. You should have been able to sense this from the time he appeared."

Zhongsu and Basha were thinking seriously, but they felt that they couldn't keep up with the thoughts of these three people. They could only listen and try to understand.

"It's a fault," Ximu said nonchalantly, "Can't it be reconnected?"

"I don't feel the change of integration." Julan said calmly: "That world is still independent, but it's still a little bit different."

Ximu nodded: "Indeed, I can't sense the integration, but if the current trend continues, variables will eventually become the shackles of the devil and the shackles of the world. Perhaps making the world truly complete depends on the choice of variables. ”

"Once the world is connected, the gods will come again. With our level of weakness, if we meet the gods again, then they will truly revive in this era." Sao Feng continued, his tone full of solemnity.

"There is another question. If the immortal gods were resurrected with the help of balance, how were they destroyed in that era?" Curse Lan's eyes became more and more thoughtful. This question is very important. After all, the gods are really not weak.

If their era can be destroyed, then this era will not be as safe as imagined.

"Who knows, Zhongsu, what do you think?" Ximu asked, shrugging.

Zhongsu, who was confused, was suddenly asked a question, and said a little irritably: "What are you talking about? Just immortal gods, when I get out, I will tear them apart!"

A sincere smile appeared on Ximu's face: "Look, isn't the problem solved now? Why do you care so much? There are variables, and the world's recovery will continue, and our recovery can only follow the variables."

"And when the variable choices are made, the present and the future are completely integrated, and after the gods come, they all rely on their own abilities, and their goals become secondary."

"If the variables that control order do not allow the world to align, then both the gods and we will continue to live in weakness, and there will be no need to speculate on the gods' intentions."

"Unless you can kill the variable, I can't do it anyway."

Ximu said and spread his hands helplessly: "The most I can do is make the variables not develop so fast."

Sao Feng and Ju Lan looked at each other, and their shadows slowly dissipated. Sao Feng murmured, "It's a bit messy. I have to straighten it out."

"No, why? Why did the variables suddenly become so important? Choice? What choice?" Zhongsu became more and more irritable as he listened: "Didn't Future Curse Lan run away? Isn't this strange?"

Ximu twitched his lips and saw Basha leaving thoughtfully. He looked at Zhongsu helplessly: "Do you think you can really run away with Curse Lan's temperament?"

Zhongsu paused and shook his head: "No, he still had that dead horse face when he was sealed by the gods."

"Isn't that okay?" Ximu spread his hands: "Since Curse Blue can't do it, and it has appeared in the future, then there may be problems in the future. This is the world we discussed earlier."

"And why variables matter."

"This can be understood as the damage of the world and the strength of the divine capital."

"However, variables allow a person to travel through time at no cost, and it is still a physical time travel. In addition, after the time travel is completed, the loopholes in time are repaired, allowing the future and the present to run through."

Ximu asked: "Even gods can't do this. Isn't this enough to show the degree of control that variables have over the world?"

Zhongsu thought thoughtfully: "But I always feel that I can kill that variable with a thunderbolt."

"Illusions are all illusions. If you don't understand, ask Julan." Ximu waved his hand impatiently, and the shadow of Zhongsu gradually dissipated.

When he was the only demon left in this space, the emotions on Ximu's face disappeared and he looked down solemnly.

Ao Ba's layout is almost complete. More formations have been activated, completely camouflaging the space below. There is no difference at all from the appearance.

Ximu waved his hand, and the fluctuations in the space flickered slightly. He continued to add a layer of protection to the formation below, and then waited quietly.

In fact, there are many things that Curse Lan has not explained yet. Of course, Ximu also has his own plan, or in other words, every demon has his own plan.

As long as it doesn't affect your own plans, we are just good brothers. Suddenly, Ximu raised his head and looked into the distance, then silently withdrew his gaze.

I just hope that the Holy Master can hurry up. After all, changes have come.

"Daolong, Master Chen, can you sense Ximu's traces?"

Zhao Zhengfei was high in the sky, looking down at the land of Austria, and asked with a solemn tone.

Ever since he stepped into this land, his uneasiness had increased, as if something was about to get out of control.

The last time it appeared was when the abyss fell.

This gave him a sense of urgency, wanting to quickly figure out what was happening now.

"Hey~ Dad can't sense the devil. The devil is now beyond Dad's control."

The compass in Dad's hand was spinning crazily, and his tone was slightly depressed. After all, he finally broke through the legend, but found that the devil seemed to have grown more than him. This feeling was very bad.

Zhao Zheng nodded: "It doesn't matter. I have predicted it. There are still two hours left before the predicted time. I will look for foreign aid first."

Zhao Zheng said, flying to the side, contact magic was activated, and a natural breath slowly appeared in front of him

A gentle smile appeared on Zhao Zheng's face, and he called elegantly: "Mr. Hadidas."

After Zhao Zheng left, Daolong first looked at the tracker in his hand that was unresponsive, and then looked at his father who was studying the compass.

He didn't know what he was thinking of, but he couldn't help but look at Zhao Zheng and mocked: "Oh, what's the use of this old guy? It's better to let the little saint follow, at least he's better looking than this old guy."

Everyone knows what the Black Qi Fang is preparing now.

Sakura Tara is invisible, and Holy Lord Ximu is nowhere to be found.

And if you include the words in the prophecy, it’s not hard to imagine.

Tara is also waiting for the Holy Lord's action. His recovery will be on par with Ao Ba, allowing them to choose one from the other.

But as for the mask, Dad has already prepared the magic to take off the mask in advance. Together with the god Xiaoyu and the armor Jackie Chan, it is enough to face the changes over there.

So after learning the prophecy and description, Dad decisively chose to follow Zhao Zheng and Daolong to Austria.

The Prime Evil will always be more important than the Shadow.

Daolong's taunt directly ignited Dad.

"Hey~ You are an evil wizard. The broken tracker you made is ineffective, isn't it? How dare you laugh at dad?"

Daolong glanced at him disdainfully: "Haha, if it weren't for my help, Xiaoyu would still be an apprentice now, using the abyss crystal core that others found, and not teaching others magic. He is indeed a selfish old man who only cares about his own cultivation. "

Dad frowned: "Hey~ That's Dad in retreat. Before the retreat, she had not reached the limit of her body. Do you, an evil wizard, want to fight with Dad at this juncture?"

Daolong took out a book from his arms with disdain, threw it in front of his father, and then looked at him sideways.

He said leisurely: "The book is ready for you. Please read it first, otherwise I am afraid you will forget what magic is."

Dad was stunned, looking at the eight characters "Magic Apprentice Introductory Manual" written on the book floating in front of him, his whole face turned red with anger.

"Hey~" Dad yelled, decisively distanced himself, and the spell came out of his mouth quickly: "Go away, monsters and monsters, leave now."

"Hey, Master Chen, calm down." Zhao Zheng quickly cut off the contact magic and stepped forward to stand between the two old men, although he still didn't quite understand what happened.

But his helpless eyes were already looking at his master. As long as the two of them quarreled, there was no doubt that it was Daolong who started the trouble first.

Although Daolosaurus would sometimes help Dad to a certain extent, the way he helped was hard to talk about.

Daolong glanced at Zhao Zheng, turned around, and looked at the surrounding scenery with contented eyes. Who allowed this old man to take over the good seedlings and not teach him?

"The monsters and ghosts leave quickly"

The old man's spell continued, and powerful waves of justice began to gather, carrying a strong anger, making the night sky tend to turn white.

Zhao Zheng was a little panicked, and hurriedly persuaded: "Master Chen, the overall situation is more important, Ximu and the Holy Lord are watching us in the dark!"

He didn't understand how Daolong made his father so angry. Just as he was about to say something, a floating small notebook flew in front of him.

Zhao Zheng:.

His mouth twitched, grabbed it, and looked at Daolong, who looked indifferent, speechlessly.

Ah, his master is so excellent, how could he not know?

As the old man's spell gradually came to an end, a trembling magic wave began to spread.

Zhao Zheng thought of something, and quickly opened this [Magic Apprentice Getting Started Manual]. When he saw the content above, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch again.

He came to the old man in an instant and whispered: "Master Chen, don't be angry, my master is just a little arrogant, he also wants to find Ximu quickly.

Look at this, this justice magic is very promising, you know, my master and I can't use justice magic, it still depends on you."

Zhao Zheng put the contents of the small book in front of the old man, his mind turned quickly, and he tried his best to comfort the old man.

The old man's angry eyes paused, glanced at the small book, and the breath on his body was slightly restrained, but now the atmosphere has come to this point, it seems a bit embarrassing not to fight.

"Master Chen." Zhao Zheng glanced at Daolong, and then whispered:

"My master has prepared this booklet a long time ago, which has already explained a lot of things. Think about it, if my master can release this kind of magic, he will definitely not tell you, he just can't let go of his face, his heart is not that bad, at least he helped Xiaoyu, right?"

The powerful breath on the old man's body paused again, he thought about it, and the powerful justice breath around him gradually decreased.

"He is not as good as my father!" The old man snorted coldly, snatched the small book, tore off the cover, and began to watch the magic seriously.

Zhao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. This is getting harder and harder. They are both legendary people, and they are both at the forefront of the human race, but they are still so naive.

"Mr. Zhao Zheng, I'm here."

Just when Zhao Zheng was desperate, a natural, fresh, and extremely comfortable breath sounded with a young voice.