Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

Zhou Lan could guess what the "gluttonous girl" was thinking without even having to guess.

The current problem lies in the veil that envelops the planet, an absolute blockade created by the enemy through the annals of history.

Under normal circumstances, it is extremely difficult to pass unless one abandons one's own external forces.

But this means giving up your absolute advantage and going to the enemy's level to confront them head-on.

Zhou Lan did not intend to do that.

He gave a soft snort and said decisively, "Eat it!"

Bogang's power lies in devouring, not brute force; he already had a way to achieve this.

Upon hearing Zhou Lan's words, Bo Gang's eyes lit up with joy. He suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the sphere whole.

Basha was taken aback and quickly said, "This won't do..."

Zhou Lan waved her hand, signaling her to relax.

“This candy isn’t so easy to digest.” He looked at Bogang again and asked, “How are you feeling?”

Bo Gang's face lit up with joy: "I can overcome that obstacle, but it will take some time."

“That’s enough.” Zhou Lan nodded thoughtfully.

Bo Gang's growth is indeed terrifying. That fibrous outer membrane almost exhausted the power of the entire universe to seal it, yet Bo Gang was able to digest it.

Of course, this is good news.

This means that Bo Gang can reduce the original world's rejection of external forces.

And then, it was his turn to make his appearance.

As for Bo Gang, to be honest, Zhou Lan had considered letting her enter this world on her own.

But Bo Gang's true form is now just too big.

She is much larger than this planet, and her power is overwhelming. Brutality is her forte, but change is not.

Furthermore, Zhou Lan was also somewhat afraid that if she made a mistake, she might cause the entire planet to explode.

"You stay here and watch over her. I'll go in myself," Zhou Lan instructed Basha, leaving the Nebula Body outside.

In a flash, he entered through Bo Gang's open mouth.

Suddenly everything went black, but he easily located the planet's position.

The fibrous outer membrane flowed slowly inside Bo Gang's stomach, appearing as if it were being digested.

This time, his body was immersed in the outer membrane, and this barrier could no longer stop him.

Zhou Lan entered the room as the Moon Demon herself, after discarding any external forces.

Once Bo Gang slowly digests the barrier of power, he will be able to mobilize the power remaining outside.

This will take a little time, but Zhou Lan has faith in Bo Gang.

Before that, let him, as the elder brother, scout ahead.

Of course, Zhou Lan also had another simple idea behind letting Bo Gang swallow the planet.

His eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of coldness.

No matter what kind of enemy it is, no one can escape from inside Bo Gang's belly.

He wanted to make the other party pay a price that was far more dangerous than they could have imagined.

After passing through the barrier, the scenery of the original world finally came into view.

The sky was shrouded in layers of dark clouds, the earth was gloomy, and the world seemed to be trapped in an eternal overcast.

Everything that was once familiar has vanished, and what has now descended upon us is the era of the past Saint Seiya Lope.

Zhou Lan's statement was not a guess.

Instead, a familiar voice seemed to have lingered in this world for a long time, waiting for his arrival before promptly conveying the message to him.

That was the voice of the Holy Lord.

This is the message he left behind.

“Lope…” Zhou Lan murmured the name; he knew who it was.

Since Lü Dongbin, there has been another Saint Seiya who sealed away the Holy Lord.

And ever since then, the old man and his group have continued to use his sealing spell.

"So it was this guy who came back to life." Zhou Lan suddenly realized.

With his eyes closed and focused, he could sense that the world had completely changed.

Through the passage of time and the annals of history, righteousness has regained some ground, and now it is rampant.

An easily perceptible, unsettling aura permeated every inch of this world.

Righteousness and righteousness are flourishing, and a brand new era is leading the trend.

After a long while, Zhou Lan opened her eyes and scoffed disdainfully, "False prosperity."

The next second, he turned and headed straight for hell.

The situation of the Holy Lord is easy to guess; the key lies with the other brothers and sisters still trapped in hell.

How much have the years and history books influenced them? To what extent did Saint Seiya Lope distort history?

Zhou Lan's soul stopped in an eggshell-like shell.

The path for the soul to hell has been closed.

This means that Lopez has at least written words like "devil" and "forever sealed" in the annals of history.

Of course, it wasn't just the other demons who were in despair; Lope also indirectly imprisoned the immortal god in hell forever.

Turning around, Zhou Lan decisively left.

It seems the enemy is quite obvious.

Chapter 213 Lopez's Preparations

Lope is a character.

Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord never dared to even think about it, but he did it without hesitation.

They didn't even leave themselves a way out.

He was just like a gambler who had lost everything, clutching his last chip and lingering at the poker table.

So, as the former winner, all Zhou Lan had to do was snatch the last remaining chips from his hands.

Give him another hard kick, and kick him off the card table completely.

In this era, Zhou Lan could easily sense Lope's presence.

He made no attempt to hide it.

That immense, slowly emanating pressure, aimed at the so-called evil Saint Seiya, has been a constant threat since the moment Zhou Lan entered this world.

He is currently in Asia, in this world, awaiting the arrival of challenges.

Lope did not build any palace, nor did he practice any form of rule.

At this moment, he seemed more like a sage, spreading his knowledge everywhere in hopes of gathering more forces of justice to welcome the demons that might very well return.

Lopez's idea was simple.

By the power of history, he has become the strongest in this world.

Even if the demons that escaped were to return, they would at most return to their peak.

The only problem is that three demons escaped.

The Moon Demon, Zhou Lan; the Mountain Demon, Bo Gang; and the Water Demon, Ba Sha.

He can handle one, but he can't handle three.

With that in mind, he has been working incredibly hard lately.

After he rediscovered the brilliance of Saint Seiya, the inspiration in his mind was like a gushing fountain.

He was a genius to be able to forge the glory of a Saint with a human body.

He created one righteous spell after another in preparation.

At the same time, he didn't stop on another front either.

Looking into the distance, a hint of relief appeared in Lope's eyes.

Taking advantage of the changes made to the history books, the evil forces of the world have been temporarily suppressed.

Justice grows infinitely, and one of the most obvious consequences of this is the emergence of genius.

"Dad, I feel like I'm full of energy right now!"

Three figures in armor stood together, talking to each other, and Jackie Chan's voice came from one of the suits of armor.

"Jackie Chan, the magic armor is imbued with the power of righteous magic. Even if the demons are resurrected, Daddy can still fight them."

Jackie Chan, Uncle, and Tru.

The three people were clad in armor forged from righteous magic, their bodies shimmering with a faint glow.

Even just looking at it with the naked eye, one can feel an undeniable strength and power.

This is thanks to Lopez.

In order to prepare for the crisis that could break out at any time, he devoted himself to training Jackie Chan and others.

Of course, Xiaoyu is an exception.

The father and Jackie Chan rejected Jade's idea of ​​getting involved, citing the extreme danger of the fight.

"The power you possess now is immense; you are our hope in defeating the demons. Do not disappoint me," Lope said softly, looking at the three of them.

“Of course, Mr. Lopez, what I mean is that you will definitely not be disappointed.” Jackie Chan patted his chest, from which a series of thumping sounds came.

Lopez nodded in satisfaction, his gaze fixed on the distance where a dark shadow was rapidly expanding.

His expression suddenly changed.

"Oh no, it's the demon! The demon has really returned!" The old man reacted extremely quickly.

Zhou Lan arrived in Asia in an instant, on Lope's territory.

His gaze met Lope's as they sized each other up.

"It's the Moon Demon!" the old man exclaimed, and immediately began chanting a spell.

"Don't be nervous, I just came to ask for directions." Zhou Lan stood calmly in the sky, her gaze sweeping over the group.

Lope's aura was incredibly strong, standing out like a flame under the dark clouds. Following his aura, it would be difficult for Zhou Lan not to find him.

“Sure enough, just like the first bite of termites on the bank, the first demon to escape from hell, the only variable is you, the Demon of the Moon!” Lope struck a pose.

He had been prepared for this for a long time.

Possessing the power imbued by the annals of history, he fears no one.

Zhou Lan's appearance eased his mind a little.

Fortunately, three demons escaped, but now only one stands before him.

"I want to ask..." Zhou Lan suddenly stretched out an arm, her voice gradually turning cold, "Have you seen my brother?"

The moment he finished speaking, he pressed his palm down.

An irresistible gravitational force descended from above, causing even the space itself to tremble for a moment.

"The Scroll of Universal Gravitation!" Lope was the first to react. The scroll emitted a faint green light and slowly rotated above his head.

With the help of the scroll, he was forced to stop his downward movement, and the pressure on his body was greatly reduced.

But Jackie Chan's father and Truco were not so lucky.

The three people wearing magical armor were almost instantly crushed into the mud, with most of their bodies sinking into it.

This is the power of the devil, which they cannot resist.