The Holy Lord would not think about what magical experience Li Ang had, nor would he know what kind of power Li Ang gained in the world of MAR     HEAVEN.

Although Li Ang cannot fully control this power, it is enough to temporarily shock the Holy Lord for a while, although it is only "temporary"...

“…The method of controlling the Shadow Corps is actually very simple…”

At this time, at the top of the Pan American Pyramid Building, Li Ang was quietly listening to the Holy Lord's explanation. Seeing the peaceful relationship between one person and one dragon, he would never have thought that the two of them had a fierce conflict just now.

"There are two ways to control the Shadow Corps. The first is to wear this mask and you will immediately gain control of the Shadow Corps. Even this right is still above mine. As long as you wear it..."

Although the old dragon was shocked by Li Ang just now, he broke up in his words and would affect the host's nature. He also kept digging holes for Li Ang. But this cannot be blamed on the Holy Lord. It is because of the nature of the demon. He has become so devastated to his bones and is helpless.

"No need, Holy Lord, you should talk about the second method!"

Li Ang refused the Holy Lord's temptation proposal without even raising his eyes. He knew what the old dragon was thinking and said it was pretty good, but when he thought that wearing a mask would affect his will, Li Ang kept a distance from it. Without saying anything else, Xiaoyu only wore half of the mask and wanted to bite Jackie Chan's head off.

Well, of course it is possible. Xiaoyu sometimes wants to bite Jackie Chan a few times.

However, this is enough to make Li Ang refuse to wear a mask. Don’t say whether he is firm in his will and keeps his original intention. Not to mention whether Li Ang believes that he can still hold on to himself under the magic of the mask. Even if he has it, Li Ang believes that it will not be himself.

Because he is a mortal, he has his own emotions and six desires, his own desires, and his own hatred. Perhaps his will and original heart will be as firm as a saint in the future, but it is definitely not now. Li Ang still recognizes himself clearly.

"Oh, that's a pity!"

The Holy Lord said it was a pity that it was worthless, but he was not disappointed. He knew that although the wizard in front of him also had his own desires, he knew better what to do and what not to do. This wizard could grasp his heart well. In contrast, this kind of person made the devil more trouble than a saint who was indifferent.

Because this represents a long and protracted battle, the demon will take longer and more energy to fight wits and courage with such people. Although the satisfaction at the moment of success is unparalleled, it still makes him feel very troubled for the Holy Lord, who has always liked to play with people's hearts.

"Since that's the case, I can only absorb the power from the mask like me and temporarily gain control of the Shadow Corps."

The Holy Lord told Li Ang a second method.

"temporary??"

Hearing the Holy Lord's words, Li Ang couldn't help but frown.

"That's right, for the time being, the magic of each demon is unique, and the source of the mask's power comes from Tara's magic, so he naturally has the supreme rule of the Shadow Corps."

"Isn't even you possible? Holy Lord!"

"Haha, wizard, although I can defeat Tara, it does not mean that I can completely let Tara's magic be followed by me. Unless..."

The Holy Lord paused for a moment and continued:

"Unless you really destroy Tara, occupy the Shadow Kingdom, reintegrate the entire Shadow World, and recast those masks to create your own Shadow Corps. Only in this way can you truly become the commander of the Shadow Corps!"

When Li Ang heard this, he couldn't help rolling his eyes. If he really had this ability, what would he do to the Shadow Corps do? Wouldn't it be more respectful to use your eight demons as lackeys under his command?

Of course, these words are just thinking about them in my heart. If you really say them, the Holy Lord must immediately turn against him.

"However, I don't recommend you to do this. After all, the shadow world is a little smaller. All there are only some ghosts and monsters that are not as good as climates. If you need strength, maybe I have some better suggestions."

The Holy Lord had an unknown color in his scarlet eyes, and he was obviously making a bad idea.

"You don't have to worry about this. Holy Lord, you should do what you should do!"

Li Ang noticed this and said without hesitation.

"Haha, wizard, I understand your concerns."

Faced with Li Ang's disrespectful words, the Holy Lord laughed instead of anger, and continued in a low voice:

"But you have to understand that wizards have to pay for what they want to gain powerful power, whether it comes from your will or not, but this is the rule."

"You don't want to wear a mask, for fear that the mask will be controlled by the mask, but if you absorb the power in the mask, you will also be eroded by black gas. Since you have to pay the price, why not just be more."

The Holy Lord was waiting for Li Ang’s answer, but the result still disappointed him.

"I'm done, and then start!"

Looking at Li Ang who was unmoved at all, the Holy Lord knew that what he had said before was in vain. For a moment, the Holy Lord became very confused and deeply doubted himself.

Has so many years passed, I could not even have the ability to seduce people by demons. I spent so much talk, even a stone should have a reaction?

But the wizard in front of him was still indifferent. He really couldn't do it anymore. But when he thought about it, the Walong family had been fooled by him for hundreds of years, and the Holy Lord's mood suddenly improved.

It seems that the main reason is not yourself!

But then the Holy Lord fell into depression again. It was not his own reason, but Li Ang.

This means that it will take a long time for me to escape from this wizard.

The long sentence made the Holy Lord a little desperate.

"Damn wizard!"

In this way, with such a feeling of grief and anger, the Holy Lord began his work.

After an obscure spell, a red light shot out from the Holy Lord's eyes and stabbed towards the mask in Li Ang's hand. At the same time, Li Ang also felt that the mask in his hand began to tremble.

At the sign of the Holy Lord, Li Ang let go of his hand, and the mask also floated in the air under an invisible force. Immediately afterwards, the mask emitted various unknown evil auras, and the power of the black gas gushed out. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but under the rendering of the black gas, the mask seemed to have come alive, and his eyes kept scanning.

"Come on, wizard, accept the power of the shadow!"

Under the guidance of the Holy Lord's curse, the black energy on the mask rushed towards Li Ang. Seeing this, Li Ang did not stop it and accepted all this calmly.

The Holy Lord said something is indeed correct. If Li Ang wants to control the power of the black shadow, it is necessary to face the black air.

The moment the black gas came into contact with the body, an extremely cold aura instantly spread from Li Ang's heart to his whole body, and a strange roar came to his ears.

Li Ang knew who he was - Niga, one of the nine ghost generals under Tara. He was angry at the power he was stolen, but that was all. He was sealed and could only let out a meaningless roar.
Chapter completed!