From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos.

Chapter 116 The End of Saint Seiya Temple!

Zhao Zheng's body gradually became weaker, and with the help of the snake god's power, all traces of him completely disappeared.

Ignoring the fight above, Zhao Zheng's body directly merged into the ground and dived towards the place where the vibrations came from the remains of the Saint Seiya.

Soon, a hall appeared in front of Zhao Zheng. The main body of the hall was golden in color. It did not look like a place where the remains of the Saint Seiya were enshrined. It looked a bit eerie and scary.

Zhao Zheng glanced around and found that some murals on the walls of the hall seemed to be telling something.

However, Zhao Zheng was too lazy to pay attention and looked directly at a door full of the atmosphere of justice. The breath of the remaining body of the Saint Seiya was behind it!

Zhao Zheng frowned and took two steps forward.

hum~
A powerful aura of justice was instantly revealed, blocking his steps from approaching.

"Guardian magic?"

Zhao Zheng murmured, this place actually had a protective measure set up, which was more advanced than the magic protection of their mountain gate, but with his current level, breaking this protective shield was almost a piece of cake.

After thinking about it, Zhao Zheng waved his hand, and a soundproof magic enveloped the entire hall.

He took a few steps back, then the power of his origin burst out and he rushed forward without hesitation, kicking straight ahead.

boom!
The tremendous force brought absolute physical damage. The protective measures left by an unknown abbot of the Saint Seiya Temple were instantly shattered along with the golden door.

da~
He staggered, quickly held onto the door with one hand, and stood on one foot. He didn't expect to be so fragile, and almost used too much force and sprained his waist.

Zhao Zheng looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Magic material?

The full amount of magical materials almost filled up the entire hall!

They were all placed in a strange orientation, and judging by their density, the materials here were even more than what Daolong had.

A happy smile appeared on Zhao Zheng's face. The Saint Seiya Temple was indeed a lean camel that was bigger than a horse. It seemed that all the materials collected over thousands of years were here!

However, Zhao Zheng was not in a hurry to pack things up. Instead, he looked towards the center of all the materials, where the sculptures were lifelike and very eye-catching.

The faint black gas emanating from it also represented that this was what Zhao Zheng was looking for.

After taking a closer look, a smile appeared on Zhao Zheng's face.

"That's interesting! It looks like this?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Zheng stepped forward decisively and began to break some restrictive magic. At the same time, shadow warriors walked out of his shadow and began to move things.

The materials in this hall are all good things. Zhao Zheng just glanced around and saw several extinct magical materials.

But now it's all his!
Boom boom boom.
The roar of battle lasted for a long time. The abbot and the Iron Stick Master were the two major factions in the Saint Seiya Temple, and their forces were almost evenly matched.

The lineage of Master Iron Stick is actually closer to Lope. They also inherited Lope's scroll magic path, while the abbot practiced the magic collected by Lope.

Neither of them said a word, but the magic and scrolls in their hands became more and more powerful, as if they were determined to determine the winner and decide life and death.

However, Master Iron Stick frequently cast his gaze towards the gate of the temple, where a pair of calm eyes were staring at him, which put him under great pressure.

When he looked back again, the abbot's old eyes were filled with death, and the golden-green beam of light hit the iron stick master without hesitation.

hum~
A strong vibration suddenly erupted, and the Iron Stick Master flew backwards in an instant. The golden protective scrolls were shining, but they could not withstand all the attacks.

A mouthful of blood sprayed into the air, leaving a bloody trail, which seemed to represent the split of the Saint Seiya Temple.

The abbot followed calmly, and the instantaneous magic in his hand reappeared, following his backwards flying figure.

Boom, boom, boom
Another clash began, but this time the Iron Stick Master was at a disadvantage, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before the battle ended.

Outside the door, the old man's straight body slowly hunched over, and his eyes seemed to show reminiscence and nostalgia. Gradually, he sighed slowly, turned around silently, and walked down the stairs.

"Do you really want to be so ruthless?" After being attacked by magic again, Master Iron Stick looked a little listless. His tall hat was gone, his gray hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

The abbot answered him with an explosive magic strike. The golden beam of light showed no mercy and hit him directly in the face.

The golden scroll struggled to block the explosive magic in front of the iron stick master.

boom!
The light of magic bloomed, and the Iron Stick Master spat out blood again, and fell down precariously.

"No, don't forget, they are outsiders. I just want to revive Saint Seiya Lopez. What have I done wrong?"

He questioned unwillingly, his eyes gradually became bloodshot and he looked a little crazy.

The abbot fell to the ground and looked at his embarrassment calmly, his tone somewhat cold: "The reason why Saint Seiya Lopez is admired by others is because of his kindness and greatness."

"I don't object to your planning to gain the power of the Saints, because I also hope that the Saints will return, but the return of the Saints should not be based on the lives of others."

"Haven't we been studying the rituals to help modern Saints awaken their powers? It's just about awakening power. When will we need to use its incomplete memories?"

The abbot said with a slightly heavier tone: "Moreover, this is a blasphemy against the Saints. Even if we, the younger generation, betray our teachers and ancestors, we must never touch their memories! This is a shame for our temple!"

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and regained his composure. A wave of magic appeared in his hand, and he slowly walked forward: "You can step down. I will train a new Iron Rod Master. From now on, the Saint Seiya Temple will abide by the teachings of our ancestors and quietly serve as our Saint Seiya holy place, waiting for the Saint Seiya to awaken himself."

The Iron Stick Master's eyes flickered. The Iron Stick Master of the Saint Seiya Temple represents various rituals and precepts, while the abbot represents combat power and management. The division of labor between the two is very different.

The ritual of awakening the Saint Seiya has always been studied by Master Iron Stick!

“Why should I make wedding dresses for others?” Master Iron Stick staggered to his feet, his eyes becoming firm again.

"The world is beginning to recover. Demons, gods, and even races exiled by the ancestors are all recovering. The Saint Seiya lineage that once led the human race can only hide behind others and follow the so-called commandments. I can't accept this!"

"I know I was wrong, but as long as Saint Lope can be revived, I won't regret it even if I die."

As Master Iron Stick spoke, his tone gradually became more and more agitated, as if it was some kind of final madness or something else.

The abbot frowned, and the magic chain in his hand took shape instantly, binding the iron stick master.

There were more and more bloodshot in Master Iron Stick's eyes, and he roared almost crazily: "Get out, you stubborn old man, I will use my own methods to restore the temple to its peak, I will let Saint Seiya Lopez awaken again in this era, I will let everyone in the world admire the Saint Seiya Temple again, I will let all the glory return again!" The roar was accompanied by the few protective scrolls that suddenly dispersed and fiercely inserted into the ground. The entire Saint Seiya Temple was shaken, and some powerful arrangements were activated.

The abbot's magic chains were instantly defeated.

The power within the Iron Stick Master's body began to expand, and a huge rune array began to surround him. It was something that was arranged from the remains of the resurrected Saint Seiya.

"So what if it's not Lopez's resurrection? Our temple has more than one Saint Seiya. We have other ancestors. And the return of an ancestor always requires some sacrifices, right?"

The bloodshot in Master Tiegun's eyes became more and more intense. He screamed in the abbot's horrified eyes: "I will definitely bring the ancestor back from the endless darkness step by step, inherit the power of the Saint Seiya, and awaken the great Saint Seiya!"

But the next moment, many runes collapsed. Some powerful follow-up failed to catch up, causing their arrangement to lose its original effect.

The Iron Stick Master was stunned, his hair was disheveled and his face was blank. The scrolls in his body reluctantly regrouped and suddenly thrust into the ground, bursting out with mad power.

But the expected pain still did not come, and there was no powerful and evil will trying to invade his body. The runes that were originally used to open the formation only left some holes on the ground.

Master Iron Rod muttered, his eyes full of madness and unwillingness. He quickly ran to a hole where a rune had drilled out and started digging, mumbling nervously: "What's going on? What's going on? Where's the formation? How could it be ineffective? No one knows about it. What's going on?"

At this time, Zhao Zheng walked slowly towards the gate. Seeing Master Tiegun's crazy behavior, he was too lazy to pay attention to it and just said gently:
"As you wish, the thing you are looking for is named Zhao."

"How could that be? It's impossible. The Saints are the heroes who lead humanity to light. We are the ones who are above it."

Some nervous murmurs continued to be heard.

The gaze from behind him changed from fear to resentment, and from resentment to madness. Zhao Zheng paused slightly, still with a gentle smile on his face, and did not look back.

Buzz~boom!
Powerful magical fluctuations collided behind him, and the abbot stood between Zhao Zheng and the Iron Stick Master. His outstretched hand trembled slightly. He looked at the Iron Stick Master who was vomiting blood and falling to the ground but was still crazy, with a dim look in his eyes.

"Take a good rest and don't show up again."

The abbot murmured something, and his trembling hand reached out and placed on the Iron Stick Master's forehead, and a golden light flashed.

hum~
Powerful magical fluctuations gushed out wildly. This was an outpouring of magic power, and it also represented the magic power accumulated by a scroll master throughout his life.

Zhao Zheng walked through the gate of the Saint Seiya Temple without looking back, leaving only a faint sentence: "What does Lope's glory have to do with your glory? Your current decline is only because you are not as skilled as others."

The Iron Stick Master and the abbot at the back, who had already looked extremely old, were stunned and fell silent.

Zhao Zheng took a few quick steps and caught up with the old man in front of him. He said gently, "He has taken action."

Dad paused, said nothing, and walked forward silently.

He felt that he would never come back again. Although many things would change with the passage of time, he still couldn't help but feel emotional.

Dad paused, then continued walking forward and asked calmly, "You got a lot of good stuff, didn't you?"

Zhao Zheng gently replied: "Yes, there are a lot of things, at least a lot more than my teacher's collection!"

The old man thought for a moment, frowned, and said in confusion: "I have always been curious, who is your teacher?"

This thing is hard to explain! Zhao Zheng's mind raced.

First of all, we have to rule out Daolong. After all, he and Lao Gudong are mortal enemies. Daolong killed my father's master, Master Fang, in a fight.

Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and explained, "Due to some special reasons, my master does not allow me to reveal his name, but I am sure that my master is more kind-hearted than the average magician."

"Although our lineage is a line of black energy wizards, there is only one successor in each generation, and they will not appear in the world easily!"

The old man was a little surprised when he heard this: "What a strange sect! This is the first time I've heard of it. It seems that I'm still a little ignorant."

Zhao Zheng shook his head. "Every profession has its own specialties. The ocean of magic is endless, but human energy is limited. Our lineage is just an insignificant small sect! It just happens that we have some magic books."

The old man was silent for a moment, then said with some emotion: "You are very knowledgeable, which is a necessary quality for an excellent wizard. Moreover, your strength is no less than mine. Your teacher must be an excellent scholar!"

"If you didn't already have a master, Dad would have tied you up and taken you home, forcing you to be my disciple!"

"It's fine now." Zhao Zheng took it, replied softly, and continued walking down with his father.

On a platform not far away, Xiaoyu and Jackie Chan saw them and came over.

"Daddy"

Jackie Chan wanted to ask something, but just as he opened his mouth, an old and somewhat tired voice resounded throughout the mountain.

"From today on, no more Saints will be summoned, and the Saint Seiya Temple will be closed forever!"

Dad paused, said nothing, and continued walking down, but his pace slowed down a little and his eyes were full of memories.

"He looks so decadent after Dad came. He doesn't look like Dad at all." Xiaoyu said in a low voice.

"You will understand later, Xiaoyu." Jackie Chan touched Xiaoyu's head and did not explain too much.

Jackie Chan seemed to suddenly remember something, and said seriously: "Xiaoyu, I called your teacher and asked, although the school is on holiday, you still have homework, and Miss Hardman has some words for you."

"This is not what a good student would do!"

"Ah, why is this happening? We're out traveling and yet you're still saying these unhappy things," Xiaoyu said sullenly with her head down.

Zhao Zheng did not join their conversation. He took two steps forward and asked, "Master Chen, do you guys want to go shopping?"

Dad nodded and said calmly, "Yes, I plan to go back to my hometown and then return to America."

Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and said, "I still have some things to do, so I may have to leave first."

"Dad got it." Dad responded and walked more slowly, as if he was waiting for something.

Zhao Zheng smiled and greeted Xiaoyu and the others, then his figure slowly faded away. At this time, an old voice was heard again.

"Old antique... maybe I am not qualified to call you that anymore, but please allow me to call you that for the last time, old antique. Sorry."

A glimmer of light appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes, and the calm but sad emotion disappeared a little. His steps became more and more steady, and the Saint Seiya Temple behind him was gradually buried in the thick fog and disappeared from people's sight.

(End of this chapter)