The Secret Garden of the Dandelion Troupe

"Huh~huh~, stop, stop, I'm kind of holding back the wind of aging." Breathing heavily and being highly concentrated for a long time, Mu Hua shouted to Therese as if he was tired.

"Huh~huh~, you take away the whip and your claws first, you take away the poison of the world first." Therese didn't seem to be any better, breathing heavily, seeing that Mu Hua no longer had convulsions, But he also stopped moving.

"Then let's collect them together," Mu Hua said.

"good."

Fighting and killing are indispensable in the arena, but it is not just about fighting and killing. At this moment, Mu Hua and Therese seem to be very much in the arena.

Flying sand and dust, looking for a crossing in the sea of ​​sand.

The two of them had long since fought from the sky to the ground. After all, the ground could barely avoid the whipping from below. However, this time the Yuan battlefield did not seem to recognize the son of the earth. Mu Hua was unable to recover his strength while standing in the desert.

"Hoo Chi, Hoo Chi." The two men, holding back their whips and facing each other, panting heavily, called for an intermission.

"Click, click~!" Although there was no attack, Leviathan's teeth still condensed around Therese, and seven or eight strange mouths were grinding their teeth around him.

Both of them believed in the other's character, and both believed that the other was not a good person.

The midfielder is the midfielder, but precautions are still needed.

"Gurgling~!" Mu Hua also opened the Gluttonous Mouth behind him, and as the jealous tentacles around him decreased one by one, some monsters similar to Leviathan's Fang began to appear around the Gluttonous Mouth. Mouth.

The purple strange mouth with a void texture looks like the same style as Therese's.

The only difference between the two is that the monster on Treze's side has a mouth full of dragon teeth, while the monster on Mu Hua's side has sharp magic teeth with flowing inscriptions.

"..." Therese's pupils shrank. It was not surprising that Mu Hua could analyze his Leviathan teeth, but the black-purple magic teeth made Therese call him a monster in his heart.

The power of the devil is indeed the power of the devil. He is riding a horse. How old is this kid? How come he has the power of the devil?

Whether it's the color or the dazzling magic pattern, at first glance, Mu Hua's weird mouth is even worse and more disgusting than Therese's.

"Therese, have all the kings and powerful people reached the level of hell lords?" He calmed down and gasped. Because he could not inject the poison of the world onto Therese, Mu Hua was not sure about Therese's quality, so he asked tentatively.

"It is now." After a brief silence, Therese gave a pointed reply.

Now, that is to say, they did not become kings because they reached the level of hell lords.

"How many humans have reached the hell lord level?" Mu Hua was curious.

"Although there are rules for choosing a king, except for the fourth one, the other kingships have not been replaced. Seven and a half, about seven and a half. Over at the Holy Court, the fifth one used the power of faith to brush out one, but that guy saw the demon merchant. Just hide and go, you’re a loser.”

"..." Mu Hua was surprised. The number was unexpectedly small, and what the hell was that half?

"If the poison of the world can still be overcome with human and financial resources, then the wind of aging and the flames of Ghenna have blocked 99% of the path to human advancement." Therese seemed proud.

Hell lords do not necessarily have to master the poison of the world. As long as they can resist it, there is no need to mention the method.

The qualitative change of mental stability can be overcome with the help of external forces, which may be troublesome, but it is not complicated.

The wind of aging requires condensing the brand of time to gain immunity, but time is more elusive than space.

Whether it can be reached. . . Well, this thing doesn't work very well by looking at it. The only way to touch it is to squat in the wind of aging to gain insights.

It's very stupid. It's basically kryptonian life. It's better to go directly to the metal dragon to get the inheritance crystal of the wind of aging.

People like Therese did not get the mark of time, but directly got the wind of aging. Among the many kings, he is also the most likely person to truly come into contact with the law of time. This is his greatest pride.

"Ghenna's Flame? Shouldn't it be the power of destruction?" Mu Hua could understand the difficulty of obtaining the Wind of Aging, but Mu Hua was surprised when Therese said that Ghenna's Flame was a stumbling block.

"The power of destruction has inheritance crystals, but the flames of Ghenna do not." Therese said matter-of-factly. "Hmm..." Mu Hua was silent. He seemed to have discovered a blind spot. Didn't Hellfire inherit the crystal?

Well, he had obtained the skill stone for Hellfire, and he had encountered many people competing for Hellfire in the past. He almost subconsciously regarded Hellfire as the standard equipment for high-end combat power. . .

"In addition to adapting to the flames of Ghenna through the mouth of gluttons, the only way to obtain the flames of Ghenna is through perfecting the transformation. Therefore, even if most people understand the horny skin and transformation techniques, they will not use them casually. " Therese explained casually.

"Hmm..." Mu Hua nodded calmly, with a sigh of relief, which made Therese curl his lips in disgust.

This guy has a bunch of ‘vests’ on him, and no one can take his turn. . .

"Hmph, have you thought about Vivian's affairs? Are you sure you want to be my 'son-in-law'?" The rioting energy around him gradually subsided, and Therese suddenly released the magic that shielded him from prying eyes, snorted coldly, and asked Mu Hua road.

"Huh? Stop fighting?" Mu Hua frowned. Therese didn't answer and still looked at him coldly.

"OK, sure, if it's not necessary, no one would be willing to fight with the king. If you hadn't troubled me first, I would have wanted to fight with you."

Mu Hua waved his hand and spoke weakly, but his disgusted expression still made Therese raise his eyebrows.

"Okay, I heard that you are a foreign devil, and an apostle of Mephisto?" Treze suddenly changed the subject.

"Huh?" Mu Hua was puzzled. Why did he suddenly turn to Mephisto?

"Do you know the true meaning of the existence of the King?" Treze said calmly.

"You say." Mu Hua frowned.

"Demon King. When the real Demon King is born among humans, this world will also become a part of hell."

"At that time, in this world, there will be no more projected monsters in the courtyard, and humans will be able to enter and exit hell safely through space magic."

"And the King is the reserve of the Demon King." Treze said in a slightly confused tone.

"..." Mu Hua.

What? What is this guy talking about?

"Ahem~, wait, wait, let me think about it, let me think about it first, is this considered a plane fusion? But..."

"Wait, you want to become a demon king to promote the fusion of this world and hell, damn, the highest combat power of mankind is all hell's help?"

Mu Hua was a little confused for a moment, waving his hands repeatedly, rubbing his chin and muttering, and finally staring at Treze with a face full of surprise.

"How did you perfect the power of the demon king? Plane fusion is not a bad thing." Treze frowned.

"I just want to tell you that the king will be supported by hell. When that day really comes, the king will be protected by a mysterious existence and will become a king who truly protects the human race."

"So I suggest you don't think about the 'throne' casually. Except for Mephisto, other kings will not easily give up the throne."

"Mephisto has always been mysterious. He is a demon, and the support of hell has nothing to do with him. If you really want the kingship, maybe you can try to start with him." Treze said.

Who am I? Where am I? Mu Hua was confused.

Mu Hua knew some of the thresholds for becoming a demon king. As far as humans only have seven and a half hell lords, the demon king seemed a bit far away, right?

Is hell fusion not a bad thing? Mu Hua could also change his mind by then. After all, demons can still sneak into the human world now. The courtyard is full of projection monsters that are dying and coming back to life, which is also a pain in the ass.

Anyway, adventurers stare at demons all day long. It doesn't matter whether they merge or not. Didn't you see that the first one is trying to get into hell every day?

Even if there are any subversive negative effects, it is the problem of the residents and has nothing to do with the adventurers.

But... What the hell is hell support? What the hell is a mysterious existence? A real king, it seems that the current kings are all trial versions, right?

Who is thinking about the "throne"? I just don't want to be teased, okay?

What kind of underworld information is this?

Why does Treze sound as if we should know this for sure?

Mu Hua stared at Treze with a confused mind, looking like he had seen a ghost. (End of this chapter)