Crossover: Is this how it's sewn?

Chapter 60, Section 058: The Blade Dragon

Xu Zhenqing shook his head. Since he wanted to resist the most terrifying truth in this world, he would surpass these things and become the only terror in all the heavens and myriad realms.

After comforting Dayu, Xu Zhenqing continued his journey to defeat the so-called gods.

Before launching the campaign against the gods, Xu Zhenqing needed to meet an important figure: Daolong, the one who orchestrated the god-making movement with Tara.

Previously, Xu Zhenqing had been acting haphazardly, mostly focusing on his schemes against Yuanbao and Tianzun, but now he has a new target.

If you carefully take stock of the cards in your hand, you can still play a game. The worst that can happen is that you lose everything and become someone's tool.

Fortunately, it's not like the Gate to Immortality, where all sorts of guys are eyeing it covetously. The "horror" meme hasn't been known to a second person yet, so it makes sense for the transmigrator to hide his cheat.

Holding Da Yu's hand, they arrived at Dao Long's castle in one step. Seeing the silver-haired, heterochromatic-eyed old man warming himself by the fireplace, Xu Zhenqing unceremoniously took out a string of sweet potatoes and put them on the fire to roast.

"It's you again, you little rascal. I've done what you asked me to do. When are you going to redeem the Holy Lord's talisman?" Daolong asked in a strained voice.

"The Holy Lord has already dealt with it, but the other party destroyed the talisman before returning to Hell. Now the dog talisman should be on some noble dog." Xu Zhenqing suddenly thought that the talisman might break out of the earth, since the Eight Immortals were restricting demons and black energy, not the other party's power.

"Probably not, otherwise it would be too ridiculous for the Dog Talisman to go to the Black Emperor."

Black Emperor was the dog of Immortal King Wuzhong. He was buried in the burial ground and then returned after losing his memory. He chose to reincarnate as his master, namely Emperor Wushi. It can be said that after Emperor Wushi died or faked his death, Black Emperor, named Xiao Hei, did not die. He can be called the most long-lived existence in Shrouding the Heavens.

"You dare lie to me!" Dao Long stood up and roared, but when he saw Da Yu, he was so shocked that he squatted down again.

After a moment of thought, Dao Long said earnestly, "She doesn't seem to belong to this era. I advise you not to get involved with time. Those who play with time will eventually be played by time."

"Her timeline has collapsed, and there's no way to go back," Xu Zhenqing said succinctly.

Like a dragon targeted by a great terror, Daolong ignored Xu Zhenqing's obstruction and fled his home without even asking for a reward.

Xu Zhenqing scratched his head and chuckled with Da Yu. It was great to avoid trouble and not have to repay a favor; this was part of their plan.

Dao Long, who had fled to another base, wiped the sweat from his forehead and wondered what kind of being could create a timeline. This method was too terrifying. He made up his mind that he would never leave the mountain again before his lifespan was about to end.

Tara suddenly appeared and complained to Daolong, "Daolong, why did you change locations? I've been looking for you for ages!"

"I think next time I'll need to find a place where none of you can find me," Daolong said through gritted teeth.

"Don't be so stingy, okay? Don't take the garlic, I hate garlic."

"Get out of here now!"

Daolong took out a large bunch of garlic and threw it at Tara, who yelled and disappeared into the shadows.

"The world is finally quiet." Lying motionless on the ground, Daolong felt that nothing he did had been going smoothly lately, so he decided to bring out the old almanac he had thrown away last time.

I will still need to consult the Chinese almanac before going out in the future.

"Gan, Wen, Cui!"

"You bunch of idiots, hurry up and prepare my new cave dwelling, what are you all standing there for?"

The Dark Knight knelt to receive the order.

Just fifteen minutes after lying down, a mirror image appeared before Daolong's eyes. The Mini Holy Lord said hoarsely, "Daolong, I know you want immortality. I can give you what you want, as long as you help my child collect the demonic energy of the eight great demons and then release me."

"This is never going to end! One by one, you're all setting your sights on me. Do you think I'm a pushover?" Daolong, who had just moved into his new home, angrily shattered the mirror image.

"Sword Dragon".

"You're asking for it!"

The Holy Lord in Hell roared in anger, never expecting that a mere black magic wizard would dare to hang up his magic video.

"Holy Lord, if you don't find a way to get us out of here, you'll regret ever being born," Basha threatened, using her tail to stop Holy Lord's soul.

The Holy Lord assured, "My dear brothers and sisters, please rest assured, once my son has stirred up the waters of the real world, I will use a magic circle to retrieve my soul and go to the Panku Box to save you. I swear."

"What if you betray us again and go to the real world to enjoy yourself?" Xiaofeng bit the Holy Lord hard and said ferociously.

"I dare not compliment the Holy Lord's credibility."

"Why don't we let the Holy Lord find some fun for us in hell?"

When the Holy Lord heard these words, the entire dragon was dumbfounded. If his brothers and sisters had stopped him, he might not have been able to get out.

"Alright, let's give Him another chance," Zhou Lan finally decided.

……

Daolong summoned Ganwen Cui, preparing to continue moving, when he sensed a magical fluctuation behind him, and a black energy blast shot out from his staff.

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"Old man, don't get so worked up." The little demon dragon crushed the black energy ball and spoke calmly.

"It's you."

"Old man, do you want to know what your future good apprentice has been doing?"

He lowered the sword dragon from his hand and said calmly, "I'm not interested. I won't take on any disciples."

"What if all your magic disappears?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Helping me is also helping you. You can go and create a god with Tara, so why don't you come with me to collect the demonic energy of the eight great demons? When I become the Demon Lord, I will grant you eternal life. Isn't that a hundred times better than now?"

"Go on."

"I am not my father, you can disregard my credibility."

Dao Long pondered for a moment, and finally remembered the undercover plan that Xu Zhenqing had told him. He had thought the other party was joking, but now it was really happening.

"Okay, I agree, but we need to sign a magic contract."

"No problem, old man, you can sign 10,000 copies without any problem."

After the two signed the contract, the little devil dragon laughed loudly and left.

Throwing a fireball at the spot where the little demon dragon had left, Daolong silently walked to the bookshelf, preparing to re-examine a black magic that could counter tracking. Otherwise, who could possibly come? It felt too unsafe.

"You fools, why aren't you finding another cave? Do you want to experience the feeling of your soul being burned?"

Gan Wencui shook his head helplessly, then disappeared into the cave. There was nothing he could do; that's how a tool is. All he had to do was search for caves, while Daolong had many other things to consider.

Xu Zhenqing, whom we have taken in, is now out of the wide-angle view.

(End of this chapter)