"Holy Lord, my patience is limited. You won't really think I dare not do anything to you, right?"

Faced with Li Ang's threat, the Holy Lord still looked lifeless and continued in a hoarse voice:

"The gate of hell connected to the Pangu Treasure Box has long been closed forever. If we are still in the previous world, it is impossible to open the gate of hell again. Unless you have the power comparable to or even surpass the immortal god, everything will be lost."

Li Ang couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this. Nonsense, if he really had such great ability, he would waste some energy to covet the power of the eight demons. He would not say anything. If there was any mistake, it would not be just a failure. There were too many examples of backlash from the devil in the classics.

What's more, if he really has such powerful power, wouldn't it be better to directly recruit you eight demons as lackeys under his crotch?

"Holy Lord, what exactly do you want to say?"

Li Ang's impatient voice stagnated the Holy Lord's tone, and then he said slowly:

"In the previous world, we could not open the door to connect to the hell space again, but in this other world, this strange world gave us a little chance."

"Is it just a slight chance? Holy Lord."

Li Ang asked with a frown, but the Holy Lord sneered and said without hesitation:

"Li Ang, what kind of existence do you think you are facing? That is the immortal god tomorrow who seals our eight demons in the hell space. You don't know what kind of power it is. As the former world master, we...hum..."

As if he had recalled some bad memories, the Holy Lord snorted coldly and did not continue talking.

Li Ang thought for a while before asking:

"Say, what else do you need, Holy Lord."

“Haha~”

The Holy Lord looked at Li Ang indifferently in front of him and whispered:

"This world is a bit too far from our former world. When I first arrived in this world, I discovered this when I wanted to connect my Dragon Legion. If you want to lead a great demon to come here, you will first need a very powerful force, enough to tear apart the spatial dimension and connect to hell."

"I……"

Li Ang wanted to say something, but before it even started, he was stopped by the Holy Lord and said:

"Don't imagine that you are just yourself, forcibly tearing apart the dimension and connecting another world. Even I once had to do my best, but for you... Li Ang, your achievements and magic have surpassed most people, but you are just a mortal after all."

Naked racial discrimination, Mad, this old dragon is really not polite at all. Perhaps this is exactly the stubbornness he has left!

"Holy Lord, what you said is probably all this. If I really have such great power, what's the use of you?"

Facing the stubborn Holy Lord, Li Ang said coldly.

"Of course, but Li Ang, you forget that you and I are not only the agents of the rules of the world, but we have another identity - a wizard."

The Holy Lord looked at Li Ang and said meaningfully:

"And isn't our practice and understanding of magic to help ourselves shorten the distance between these impossible things? We are the controllers of thinking. Isn't understanding the mystery of the universe transforming it into the power we have?"

Facing the preaching words of the Holy Lord, Li Ang was silent on the surface, but he couldn't help rolling his eyes in his heart. This old dragon was really deadly. He started chatting without hesitation when he got a chance. But now he is the authority, and there is no problem to endure him for a while.

"Although I can't completely solve your conditions, I can use magic to narrow the gap between them, but there must be a prerequisite here, that is, the sacrifice!"

"You are right, are you talking about the sacrifice! Holy Lord."

Li Ang instantly remembered some unfriendly and evil rituals in his mind, but the Holy Lord seemed to see Li Ang’s thoughts and said with some disdain:

"You underestimate us too much, Li Ang; do you think we are, those third-rate evil gods who rely on bloody sacrifices and souls? We are the manifestation of the rules of the world, all thoughts and thoughts are as they wish, we do whatever we want, and we will never be bound by something, we are the real gods..."

"But even though you are so powerful, you are still defeated in the war with the Immortal God and are collectively sealed in the hell space. And you, the Holy Lord, have been repeatedly ravaged by the two great masters, Lope and Dad. Have you forgotten all these memories?"

Faced with the holy master who was becoming more and more addicted to recalling the glory of the past, Li Ang was unceremonious to smash his fantasy with reality and examples, and awaken the old dragon.

The Holy Lord was speechless by Li Ang, and looked at Li Ang in anger. Sure enough, these righteous wizards still make people so angry, especially the guy in front of him, who was still ruthlessly shattering his fantasy at this time.

However, the Holy Lord could only complain in his heart, but he knew that the wizard in front of him could do anything.

"Li Ang, you also need tokens related to my brothers and sisters. When the gate of hell is opened again, their aura contaminated with the tokens will guide them to this world. As for the rest, it's enough to give them the rest."

"Leave it to them?"

Li Ang asked in confusion.

"Hehe, Li Ang, you are still like this."

The Holy Lord's low laughter made Li Ang frown involuntarily, and the old dragon chuckled:

"Although we are sealed by the Immortal God, it does not mean that we are helpless prisoners. If it weren't for the damn hell space, you thought I would have fallen to this point. As long as I open the door of hell again, my brothers and sisters will naturally not miss this opportunity. They will have a way to come here by themselves."

"However, now you should consider where to search for those tokens yourself. This is not the world you used to be, haha..."

The Holy Lord couldn't help laughing proudly, but before he could laugh a few times, eight items that were extremely familiar to him appeared in front of Li Ang, including "lotus buds", "drums", "folding fans", "speakers" and other items that he was extremely familiar with. Of course, there were definitely the "swords" he hated the most.

This is the token of gods that have been passed down from the eight immortal gods to fight them. These tokens of gods are naturally stained with the demonic energy of their eight demons.

Feeling the aura emitted by the tokens of gods arranged in sequence in front of him, the Holy Lord couldn't help but frown deeply. This magical aura that seemed to be born to restrain him made him unable to help but recall some bad memories, those memories that he would never want to remember again.

The Holy Lord looked at Li Ang again and looked at the young human wizard in front of him. Since they first met, he felt a mysterious color on the other side, and now it makes people feel deeply confused.

However, the only thing he can be sure of now is that Li Ang’s absurd idea might really come true, and even the Holy Lord, who has always been "friends and respects", couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

"Good luck to you, my brothers and sisters!!"
Chapter completed!