The twenty-four guardians saw the space barrier of Antonio's magic god, so easily broken, and exclaimed: "The space-based demon lord!"

The guardians were all shocked. Antonio could already be sure that the little thing in front of him was the source of his restlessness.

"Oh...um..." A sword saint let out a strange cry.

"Oh...um...oh...um..." Several similar strange screams came from afar, echoing the screams of the sword saint.

Zhao Sicheng knew that this sword saint was summoning his companions. Zhao Sicheng secretly scolded these sword saints for being shameless. So many people have bullied him and they have to summon his companions.

Zhao Sicheng could only use contracts to contact Chris and Xiaobai. Meiji and Zhao Yong could not participate in this level of battle at all, and they could only be cannon fodder when they came.

The first one to come was a middle-aged man with black hair. This man had the strength of the late god level. But for some reason, this man was so strong, but he looked very decadent, his eyes were blurred, and his beard was unshakable. He obviously hadn't taken care of for a long time.

The man saw Zhao Sicheng's appearance and was stunned for a moment, asking, "Tony, what's wrong with the seal?"

Before the decadent man could finish asking, eleven god-levels appeared beside him. Seeing that the number of people on the other side was increasing, Zhao Sicheng knew that it would be difficult for him to get this treasure today.

Zhao Sicheng was unwilling to leave like this, and no matter how he said that he wanted to leave some souvenirs for these people, Zhao Sicheng took over the bloodthirsty sword and began to make seals with his hands quickly.

"Five thunders thunders!"

Zhao Sicheng was a little depressed. The demonic power in the Demon Pill Stage was still too low. The five thunders were said to be five thunders. If Zhao Sicheng had the strength of the Demon Infant Stage, he could at least produce twelve or three divine thunders. Now there were only five thunders. If Zhao Sicheng had not had strong mental power and the five divine thunders hit the five sword gods, Zhao Sicheng would probably be even more depressed.

The decadent Sword God emitted a light green fighting spirit, blocking the divine thunder as thick as the mouth of Zhao Sicheng's bowl.

Zhao Sicheng then realized that the Dou Qi used by this decadent Sword God was actually a wood-type Dou Qi. This was the first time Zhao Sicheng saw that someone used the Dou Qi was a wood-type Dou Qi.

The other four sword gods were not as powerful as that. Their hair was erected by Zhao Sicheng's five thunder bombardment.

"Young Master, are you okay?" Chris sensed Zhao Sicheng's call and rushed over immediately.

Xiaobai pounced on Zhao Sicheng's arms. Xiaobai hated night, and Xiaobai's strength would decline at night.

Antonio's face darkened and he asked in a low voice: "Chris, have you even defected to the demon clan?"

Chris was a little puzzled, and Chris asked with a very sword god's demeanor: "Angoneo, is there any misunderstandings in the middle? I have never defected to the demon clan."

"It's not the demon clan, why is he in a hurry to open the seal of the demon clan?" Antonio's face became even worse and he pointed at Zhao Sicheng and asked.

"Old man, don't point fingers at me." Zhao Sicheng said, and a purple lightning light emitted from his hand and hit Antonio.

"Young Master is a descendant of the Zhao family in the Thunder Emperor Capital. How could he be a demon clan? Antonio's Dharma God, this is really just a misunderstanding." Chris quickly explained.

Before Chris finished explaining, he saw that the lightning light in Zhao Sicheng's hand had hit Antonio's magic shield.

This has made these god-level and holy-level guardians angry. The demon clan's blatant assassination of the god-level powerful people in the Yuanjing Continent is obviously a harbinger of the demon clan's invasion of the Yuanjing Continent.

More than twenty gods and holy levels together sent their strongest fighting spirit to Zhao Sicheng.

Zhao Sicheng patted Xiaobai's head and said, "Xiaobai, talented in magical powers."

Xiaobai opened his eyes and vomited a large ball of white air. Xiaobai's more than 120 accomplices were released by Xiaobai.

More than 120 accomplices of ghosts worked together to block the guardians' fighting spirit. The five magic saints behind also worked together to emit wind, water and fire magic.

Zhao Sicheng hugged Xiaobai and avoided these magics.

"Master Hu, you haven't let me come out for a long time. I'm so moved. I can't serve Master Hu. It's my biggest regret in my life. Master Hu, you are here too! You are getting more and more handsome, more and more..." As soon as the chatterbox accused ghost was released by Xiaobai, his old illness recurred, and he talked endlessly.

Xiaobai immediately interrupted the accomplice: "Idiot, why are you talking so much nonsense? Why don't you go to fight quickly?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Zhao Sicheng could clearly see the holy level attacking the accomplice, and the blue veins on his forehead kept leaping.

Because this accomplice was saying: "Brother, are you tired of attacking me? If you are not tired, please continue. I will definitely hold on. If I am tired of attacking me, stop and rest for a while. I can dance a dance for my brother, and I can also sing a small song for my brother. I will also provide free massage. If my brother is not satisfied, I will also provide other services here to ensure that my brother is satisfied. I am also for the good of my brother. I am so lucky that I have suffered. I am really sorry. If my brother is tired of attacking me, I must notify me. My brother, my dance, singing, and free massage. I will prepare for my brother at any time to ensure that my brother is on call and I am satisfied. If my brother thinks that my brother is satisfied with the dance, singing, free massage, and various services provided by me, I must remember to visit my brother again. I will also provide better services for my brother..."

When Zhao Sicheng heard the words of this accomplice, he almost laughed. After not seeing him for a few years, how could this accomplice change from a human trafficker to a pimp?

"Shut up, what are you? You can't beat me up, there's so much nonsense." The holy level finally couldn't help but roaring with the accomplice.

With Xiaobai's accomplice, Zhao Sicheng finally got back to his disadvantage.

Chris also fought with the somewhat decadent Sword God. Chris' energy was comparable to that of the decadent Sword God. But Chris seemed to be explaining something, and the battle was always at a disadvantage.

Attached today's victory:

Lunar calendar: December 29th day (Renwu) (Rat)

Good or bad today: Ping (day of fasting and practicing good deeds) (Please worship the incense stick in the year of the dragon)

Today's auspicious time: Mao, Chen, Si, Hai

Today's bad time: Zi, Wei, Shen, You

Twenty-Eight Constellations: Dangerous

It is advisable to: sacrifice, dig up the earth, repair the tomb, seek medical treatment

Don't: repair the kitchen, put on the beam

Today on New Year’s Eve, I wish all book friends a good year of the Dragon Year, great luck, and great luck. As usual, the poem says: "Please click, recommend, and collect."
Chapter completed!