Chapter 358 The Tragedy of the Competition of good and evil

Chapter 358 The Tragedy of the Competition of Right and Evil

It was not Han Fuzi who suddenly appeared in Atre's room. Atre looked at him with a strange expression. Of course, he knew the meaning behind the old man's obscene smile. He suddenly thought of the source of the sudden fluctuation when he and Yaya thunderstorm...

Ya blinked her big eyes and patted a trace of crimson on her face. Of course, she could hear the meaning of the old man's words. She was shy and ran out with a glance...

"Old Han!"

"It's just passing by." Han Fuzi smiled and then changed his look. He walked to Atre and said, "Don't ask me why I came here?"

"Didn't you come to me to tell me?" Atre raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at Master Han.

"Dad boy, I haven't seen you for so many years is still that bad!" Han Fuzi smiled and shrugged his sloppy nose and continued, "When the teacher comes, he doesn't bring a tea, pour a water, and set up a seat!"

"Master, please sit down and drink some water. Slow down and don't choke on you." Atre made a grimace, moved a chair, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Han Fuzi with great respect.

"This is my good student." Han Fuzi said with a smile, drank the tea in one gulp, and continued, "There are two reasons why I came here. One is to come to you, and the other is because of the evil alliance. I know you must be wondering why I suddenly appeared in the evil alliance, and Cang Zhibo, the leader of the evil alliance, seems to be very afraid. Am I?"

"Well, it seems to be related to the Manzhu Shahua. She also asked me before if I knew the Manzhu Shahua Order. It can be seen that you have a close relationship with the so-called Manzhu Shahua." Atre said.

"Yes, the world knows that the Evil League will have a history of thousands of years, and the backbone are some exiled magicians with black political backs, but who knows that the Evil League will only be subordinates of another organization? A powerful organization with tens of thousands of years of history, an unrecorded sleeping face that has been sinking in the long river of history, and a glorious army with a gorgeous appearance!"

"He has an unknown code name called 'Manzhu Shahua', which is also the glory of this organization!" Han Fuzi's eyes were full of scorching worship. Atre said, "He also has a well-known name that is constantly demonized by the troubadour, which is the Ivan Legion!"

"What!" Atre suddenly looked at Han Fuzi in astonishment from **, rubbing * hard as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Ivan Legion!? The unrealistic legion of our Ivan family?"

"Yes, his full name is the Glory Ivan Legion of Manzhushahua!" Han Fuzi put his hands together and slowly put them on his chest and said devoutly.

"That means you are from the Ivan Legion?" Atre looked at him slightly, sighed, and turned around. He was a person with a good memory, so he accurately recalled the scene when he had just entered the Holy Law School. He had to sigh the greatness of his old ancestors, an evil alliance that had existed for thousands of years, an evil organization that was spurned by the world, and a potential. The amazing Alliance of Magicians is actually a pawn of its own family, which is the glory of the ancestors, the hot power, and the glory of the heirs!

Atre slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the slightly old flower badge that Han Fuzi took out. He knew that this was the so-called Manzhu Shahua.

Han Fuzi ignored the occasional presumptuousness of a believer and did not stop his childish behavior. He just looked at Atre with piety and kindness.

"Before you arrived at St. Law School, I received the Manzhu Shahua Space Order, which asked me to wait for a teenager with dark chaotic energy, so that year's enrollment, I set up the fifth table after the Fourteenth Department, waiting for your arrival." Han Fuzi took a deep breath and said, "This is also the first time that Holy Law School has visited a reception table for a student. Why don't you feel so lucky..."

"It's a great honor. I didn't expect that I would be treated like this." A trace of strange flashed in Atre's eyes, "How should I describe all this?" Conspiracy? Or a trap? What a big cage, just waiting for me to get in, right? In order to wait for my little rabbit, thank you for your hard work.

"I know your personality and know what you are doing. Xiao Lei, you should know that some things are not as superficial as you think." Han Fuzi's drooping eyelids slowly raised, and something invisibly exuded a kind of majesty. The powerful spiritual power instantly enveloped the space of the room. There seemed to be only one kind of silver in the air, and he could not feel other magic elements.

"I saw a man who was called an ancestor by the East Japanese devils in the East Japan War Zone of the Kingdom of Dihasu before. According to my guess, he is John Paul, Pope of the Holy See of Van Gonzagatgang!" Atre felt the mental pressure brought by Han Fuzi. Obviously, he could feel that Han Fuzi's cultivation had broken through the seventh level, and now he was a supreme strong man with eighth-level strength. Atre was not surprised. If Han Fuzi had not been focusing on the research of magic scrolls, he would have reached the eighth level earlier. Some...

This time it's Han Fuzi's turn to be surprised. He deliberately released his strong spiritual power to test Atre's reaction. You should know that ordinary people's legs have long been weak under the pressure of the breath of the eighth-order supreme strong man, and Han Fuzi met a very tenacious and strange spiritual force collided. Five years This boy has made great progress again, wait a minute! Pope!

"What are you talking about, Pope? John Paul, Pope of the Holy See? Only then did Han Fuzi reflect and look at Atre in constersment.

"Maybe, but that's the shemale who is too young. He looks about the same age as me, and he is not as beautiful as a man, let alone a person, but I can be sure that he has light and chaos, and his cultivation has exceeded the eighth level! Is there another one in the world besides Pope John Paul of the Great Vatican?

"The Vatican has always maintained a high and condescending attitude towards this war. Although the Zeray Empire has sent a team of thousands of magicians, after all, the Holy See has not expressed its attitude. The Holy See has always been above all countries, but I didn't expect the Pope to come out in person! After the cultivation reaches the eighth level, the practitioners will have a chance to change their appearance when they reshape the energy of the college. After surpassing the eighth level, they will have the ability of thousands of incarnations. According to what you say, that person may be the incarnation of the Pope. After all, only the Pope has the existence of light and chaos beyond the eighth level, or Maybe it's some old guy who is addicted to hermit..." Han Fuzi said analytically.

"No matter who he is, his plan did not succeed. He wanted to melt my energy with the secret elixir of the ancient vampire clan, but it was solved by Yaya. He never thought that there was a person with blood ability around me!" There was a smile on the corners of Atre's mouth.

"You mean that little girl vampire?" Han Fuzi was stunned, "I can feel that her * fluctuation is very strange. If I guess correctly, she is a warrior with extreme dark earth elements!"

"She is not a vampire. I'll tell you about her origin later. I think since you represent the Ivan Legion this time, let's talk about other purposes." Atre took a deep breath.

"Let's compete with the good and evil in the demon field of the Holy Law School!" Han Fuzi slowly stood up and a trace of sadness climbed in his eyes. "Our students, the whole army was destroyed, and after our failure, we knew the purpose of the demon clan. Their purpose was very direct, which was to destroy our excellent next generation. Except for Gigi Kidd, Huo Feng and others, other students were killed by the demon clan, and The bones are empty, and even the crystal nucleus of their own life is swallowed up by them. This is a conspiracy!"

Han Fuzi's mood was a little excited, and his eyes were full of hatred. "Those demons who have absorbed the original energy core of the light attribute will be gathered by the heretical ruling of the devil island and concentrated in a chaotic arsenal. They are creating the combination of dark chaos and light chaos!"

"I'll go! This era is crazy!" Atre's whole body tightened. For a period of time after he was tempering in the Dragon Valley, he had awakened the eds prototype of the ancestor chaos, that is, the cluster of dark golden flames that appeared in the battle with Cangzhi Subaru. Although it was only a prototype, Atre was well aware of his strength, and the pagan ruling office in the demon field actually made a creation of ancestor. Chaos Arsenal!

"Now the Holy Law School is no longer the gathering place with the top generation of young people a few years ago. Almost 70% of them are sacrificed in the war of good and evil..."

"Didn't you find any strangeness in the process of confrontation? The master and the aunt won't stop it!" Atre gritted his teeth and asked.

"This may be from the self-confidence of the Holy Law School. When the devil's field put forward the competition proposal, there were doubts and opposition among us, but it was soon annihilated in the conceit of this first magic student of mankind. The competition proposal in the devil's field is like this. All the participants from both sides put a seal. In the closed mountainous area, for the fair notarization of the competition, the personnel of both sides are not allowed to enter, and the two sides send several masters to guard all corners of the mountainous area..."

"Because at that time, we were the excellent teenager who destroyed the demon clan in one fell swoop, after many discussions, we accepted this proposal and dispatched the most powerful team in history, all of which were the best of the generation, but... Alas..." Han Fuzi poured a cup of tea and continued to say.

"It's useless to regret that it's already like this. A conspiracy can't be called a conspiracy before it's over, because it will emerge something that confuses the opponent and makes the opponent feel profitable **. It can only be called a conspiracy after the end of the matter. Often, some people will get lost after seeing those **. The original conspiracy is called interest, and we must avenge this revenge!" Atre clenched his fists and looked at the sky out of the window. He seemed to break through the clouds and rain and traveled through time and space to the pagan ruling house in the demon field. "Lan Yu, are you okay!"

"I don't know the main reason why Manzhu Shahua appeared this time, but there must be a reason for this, as well as the god who appeared in the dwarf race! For the first time in thousands of years, the existence of divine power has appeared on two continents!" Han Fuzi walked to Atre and said, "The purpose of my coming this time is to invite you to the base of the Ivan Legion."

"Base? The base of our family Ivan Legion?" Atre squinted slightly and thought that so far, there have been two unsolved mysteries in his mind. One is the legion of his own family. He has been thinking about whether this hidden family legion has some origins in the charm of Rosa's underground world...

"Go now?" Atre asked.

"Yes, the Cangzhi Subaru of the Evil League will also go. After all, that is the real leader of the Evil League. This time, the order will be issued. When you arrive at the Evil League, the Manzhu Shahua Order also reached the Evil League. I believe that Cangzhi Subaru must have received it. That order is that the Evil League will merge with the Lanling Legion. That is to say, all the magicians of the Evil League will be received by you in the future!"

"I'll go! Such a preferential treatment!" Atre thought of the use and mastery of the full attribute array of the magicians of the evil alliance before. It can be seen that their mastery and understanding of elemental energy has far exceeded that of other magicians. It is a powerful organization that cannot be ignored. If it is really summarized into their Lanling Legion, how will it be? What about it?

But Atre doesn't think it's a good thing. Even if the evil alliance will obey Manzhu Shahua's order and integrate into the Lanling Legion, will they follow the command as wholeheartedly as the evil alliance that treated them before?

The answer is no. There is no army with a unified military soul, and Atre doesn't want it!

"My original energy has just begun to recover, and I have not recovered to the best state yet. I have to retreat for a while, and there are important things waiting for me to do. I have to go to Dragon Valley!" Atre moved his body slightly and felt good to regain energy, that is, there was a sequela. Whenever he ran the energy in his chest, a bloody battle with Yaya would appear in his mind. He couldn't help playing a clever...

"I understand that I will pick you up in five days, and you don't have to go to Longgu. I know you are going to build your own base camp. Don't forget what you are best at as a teacher!" Han Fuzi smiled faintly. Between his feet, a silver-white light bloomed out. "What you want to say is output in the form of spiritual energy. I will accept it in the air. Remember not to stop!"

Han Fuzi stretched out his beautiful hands. It was a pair of slender hands. Those two hands were rarely beautiful. I can't imagine that the owner of these hands was a sloppy old man, narrow and slender, but rich and white. His nails were blue, and his nails were soft and round with pearls. Atre looked at these hands and didn't know how powerful they were. The space magic scroll was produced under him, and he couldn't help feeling a trace of amazement and awe. He slowly closed his eyes...

With the output of Atre's spiritual power, Han Fuzi's eyes suddenly bloomed. His hands naturally spread out, and a strong breath emanated from Han Fuzi. With the current Atre's spiritual power, the breath of Han Fuzi can be ignored, and it did not stop him and continued to be spiritually. Output.

There is a light layer of transparent gas ball on the tip of Han Fuzi's right forefinger, like a crystal soap bubble, surrounded by a silver halo. At the second of Atre's imprint of spiritual output, his hands suddenly untied, like two fierce beasts being shot by a gun. As if the bullet hit at the same time, both hands collapsed together, but there was no feeling of relaxation. The hands were paralyzed at both ends of the sheepskin roll like sculptures, showing a deep sleep, cold silence, electric shock, and eternal death.

Every muscle of Han Fuzi's hands seemed to be pouring out, and almost all the pores were soaked ** touching. His hands were like jellyfish on the beach by the wave. When the spiritual power was shot from the center of Atre's eyebrows, he lay flat for a while in mid-air. Then, one of them, the one on the left Only, slowly and weakly raised from the fingertips, it trembled, shrank, turned, trembling, groping around. Finally, the nerves trembled and grabbed the sheepskin roll, pinched it with its thumb and forefinger, and hesitated to twist it up. The sheepskin scroll was magically fixed with his old man. The balanced position of his cheeks floated out of thin air. Suddenly, his right hand was moved, and the index finger around the transparent gas, like a pen, stroked quickly on the sheepskin roll like clouds and flowing water...

The raised left hand was like an alarm at this time, and it was immediately panicked. It stood up and slowly slid, also on the sheepskin roll floating in front of him...

He moved faster and faster, and the unique silver symbols fluttered out of his fingertips and sheepskin scrolls, just an illusory shadow, and his eyes could not capture his whereabouts.

At this moment, it seemed that everything else in the room was dead and stiff. It slid back and finally went up and down. The silver light flashed, and the sheepskin roll returned to Han Fuzi's hand, as if nothing had happened. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to see the silver light around this sheepskin roll...

"Okay," Han Fuzi looked at Atre with a smile and said, "I've been to Dragon Valley before!"

"How do you know?" Atre asked doubtfully.

"What you said before told me that you were still so calm when it came to the Dragon Valley, the first forbidden place on the mainland, just like visiting neighbors. If you didn't get the affirmation of the Dragon King, can you be so calm?" Han Fuzi smiled and said, "Now take out the token given to you by the Dragon King. I need a trace of the breath of the Dragon King. This image can be sent out, and as long as your breath is from the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, then only the Dragon King can open this scroll!"

"I don't have any tokens..." Atre was stunned.

"How can it not be! The dragons like this the most. How can they not do it?" Han Fuzi asked the difference.

"But I have a dragon egg..."