From Godhood to the Heavens

Although we can take out the history books of time and make revisions at any time, when we recall the plot written in the history books, it is only a few lines long, which is at most an outline.

How many unexpected things will happen in the evolution of reality?

The ending is just the outline, but will the final outcome, like the way the devil is fooled, fool itself?

Cold sweat instantly dripped from Luo Hou's forehead, and he nodded slightly.

In the next instant, the longsword in Fang Ping's hand, which was in mid-air, suddenly burst into light.

A fiery judgment burst forth from the sword light in an instant, completely engulfing the Holy Lord below.

With an angry roar, the Holy Lord let out a unwilling howl. The moment Fang Ping appeared, he felt the power emanating from his own talisman.

However, the next moment, sword light flashed and a terrifying aura descended from the sky. In just an instant, the sturdy dragon body was engulfed by flames, and its body began to melt away in the blink of an eye.

The horse and dog talismans are constantly being restored, but a mysterious force is preventing them from working.

As if weakened, at this moment, he even felt indescribable pain, and the Holy Lord let out a roar of unwilling anger.

"No~"

In an instant, it was dissolved, and the Holy Lord's body disappeared from the spot. Then, the demonic energy gathered, and a green body gradually grew out.

However, the god-slaying power of the Apocalypse King Sword was still at work, and the Holy Lord's recovery speed was significantly slower.

On the other side, Luo Hou raised his hand, and countless bolts of lightning fell from the sky, while countless gusts of wind transformed into blades, heading towards the evil dragons.

The dragon, which was originally fighting against the nine shadow legions, was wiped out in an instant.

Meanwhile, Valon and the others hid behind a car, cautiously peering ahead.

"Valon, I think we should retreat quickly. Shendu's condition doesn't look good!"

"Everyone can see that the Holy Lord is practically beating his pants off, but we still haven't seen a trace of our treasure!"

Valon spoke with some resentment, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

"Let's not. We used to be the biggest gang in North America, but ever since we started working for that green dragon, I've been taking the bus to work!"

"You're talking nonsense! You didn't pay for the bus ride either!"

"Hey friend, we're a gang, giving money here is a bit too much of a scumbag!"

Valon slapped each of them on the head and said with a speechless expression, "Stop talking nonsense, okay?"

"If we don't leave now, once those two have dealt with the Holy Lord, it'll be our turn!"

"It doesn't matter who I'm working for. Maybe that big red guy with wings needs someone to run errands too!"

The group hunched over and quietly moved to the side, but that enormous body, like a small mountain, was even larger than a typical demonic dragon, so how could it possibly be hidden?

A bolt of lightning struck their feet with a deafening roar, causing the group to pause abruptly. They silently turned around, and a gust of wind instantly sliced ​​the car in front of them in two.

"Looks like someone doesn't want us to leave!"

"I guess so!"

Fang Ping descended from the sky in an instant, appearing in front of a twisting, growing mass of flesh, looking at the Holy Lord who had almost taken shape in the blink of an eye.

He chanted a spell, and his palm glowed with light as he reached out to grab the Holy Lord's body.

With a swift reach, a talisman appeared in his hand, topped with a lifelike white tiger. He then slipped it into his bracelet.

He reached inside again, and the moment his hand came out, a dragon talisman and a horse talisman were taken out at the same time.

The Holy Lord's body had also regrown its head and limbs, but the recovery process stopped abruptly when the horse talisman was taken out.

Unwilling to fall to the ground, he desperately swung his still-ungrown dragon claws. With a flash of sword light, the Holy Lord's body was instantly disintegrated.

Immediately afterwards, along with the dog talisman and the rat talisman, the struggling Holy Lord slowly gathered together and transformed into a statue.

Then, he suddenly kicked the statue towards Luo Hou with such force that the air itself seemed to ignite.

Luo Hou stretched out a hand and grabbed the statue that the Holy Lord had transformed into. He then put the statue into his backpack and looked leisurely at Fang Ping.

"This is the human world, you should go back to hell!" Fang Ping said with righteous indignation, his clear voice carrying far and wide.

"Demons are immortal, and I will eventually rule this world!" Luo Hou retorted defiantly, his eyes flashing with lightning.

The two auras stirred up the wind and rain between heaven and earth. Righteous energy and dark energy were simultaneously raised to their peak at this moment and poured into their bodies respectively.

A great battle seemed imminent. On one side, thunder and lightning clashed, and the wind howled, casting a gloomy shadow over the world. On the other side, sword energy crisscrossed, and the world was clear and calm, like a tranquil sea.

However, the next moment, Luo Hou suddenly spoke up and said, "Just wait, this world will eventually become my kingdom, and I will return before long!"

The next moment, the nine Shadow Legions, which enveloped Valon and his group, were instantly swallowed by darkness and disappeared from the spot.

Valon and the others were plunged into darkness, enveloped in shadows, their bodies seemingly dragged and torn apart by a torrent of darkness, instantly traversing tens of thousands of miles.

When they reappeared, a shadow suddenly appeared on the ground in the huge palace, and figures were spewed out by the darkness.

The group was so frightened that they started screaming incoherently, uttering various words that no one could understand.

"Where are we..." Valon forced himself to calm down and shouted, "What are you going to do to us!"

In the next instant, the lanterns around the palace lit up one after another, like layers of staircases, spreading upwards and illuminating the entire palace with dazzling light. The group's eyes were drawn to the mountains of gold and silver treasures piled up in all directions.

"Wow~"

The previously panicked crowd calmed down instantly. Even Rasu jumped off Tru, shrugged, and straightened his suit.

“Great Demon Lord, I think we can do something small for you; you should need us!”

In an instant, the others chimed in, "Yes, money is like dirt, we only need a little bit of dirt!"

The chattering crowd pushed Valmont to the back, and Rahu appeared, looking at everyone and speaking.

“I am different from the Holy Lord. You can take all the treasures here, but I need you to do me a small favor!”

“Give me your orders, Your Excellency!” Valon pushed through the crowd and said elegantly, “We will do our utmost!”

"Very well, it's actually very simple. Use the Pangu Boxes in your hands to help me open the gates of hell. I want to reclaim my power!"