"Hell is a strange space hidden in the dark side of the world. It is blocked and hidden by the eight immortal gods. It is hidden deeper than the Shadow Kingdom and is more desperate... Why do you want to go there?"

The eyes of the Holy Lord, who was temporarily playing with the handball, glowed red. His tone was very puzzled. He couldn't understand why this young man who was so strong that he almost broke through the boundaries of the world and was stronger than the eight immortal gods wanted to find hell? Hell is a thing that you can't get out of once you enter it. Once you enter it, all your knowledge, wisdom and even rationality will be slowly worn away. No one can stand the feeling of losing control step by step and turning into a beast.

The Holy Lord didn't know that what Taylor was attracted by was the ability of Hell to erode wisdom and slowly turn people into beasts and idiots.

In Taylor's opinion, perhaps one day, when he encounters some extremely difficult to deal with enemies that possess some kind of immortality and cannot be defeated, he can lock them up in an artificial hell, turning them into idiots and beasts, and completely eliminate their harm.

Faced with the uncooperative Holy Lord, Taylor gently clenched the ball in his hand. A creaking sound continued to be heard, and cracks began to appear in the originally thick spherical stone body. Fine stone powder flowed out from between Taylor's fingers.

If the eight immortal gods were not super-sized beings who hid hell too deep, Taylor would not have to make any more moves with the waste, the Holy Lord.

Taylor could vaguely see the work of evil and righteousness. It seemed that hell was very important to this world. Imprisoned inside were seven demons who possessed world authority and existed as the pillars of the world.

The evil spirit and the righteous spirit were probably afraid that Taylor would get rid of the seven demons and the Holy Lord.

"No, stop, stop, you lunatic, I'll take you there, I'll tell you how to go to hell!"

The Holy Lord screamed in panic when he felt that his body was about to turn into a pool of powder. Although his body was left with too many holes by the immortal gods and the traitor Lope, it was still his original body after all. Once his body was broken, he could only remain in the world in the form of a soul.

There are also many loopholes in his soul. His seven brothers and sisters alone have left many backup plans. If he has lost his body now, let alone clearing out the hidden dangers in his body.

"You don't have to worry about anything. I won't do anything to destroy the world."

Taylor put away the handball in his hand, looked up at Chen Long and his father, gave them a few instructions, then flashed away, touched Xiaoyu's little head and disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already above the vast ocean.

After Taylor disappeared, Chen Long and his father breathed a sigh of relief. The promise of such a strong man represents his face and dignity, and under normal circumstances he would not violate it without authorization.

And even if he broke his promise, they couldn't do anything to Taylor. It was good enough that he was willing to make the promise.

"It's really stressful to be in front of this gentleman. He's really like a doomsday figure. By the way, Dad, a museum is inviting me to visit an ancient castle in a few days. Do you want to go with me?"

Jackie Chan’s idea was very simple. No matter what such a big shot said or did, it was not subject to his will. So, if that was the case, he would just go back to his normal life.

It just so happened that he was a famous archaeologist, and a museum commissioned him to inspect an ancient castle. He heard that there were rumors of vampires in the castle, and it looked very realistic.

"Pah! Ouch!" Dad flicked his finger on Chen Long's forehead. Dad didn't even look at Chen Long who was covering his forehead and spoke slowly.

"Dad is going to study air magic now. Chen Long, if you want Dad to become stronger, continue to help Dad with his research."

I have to do research again. No matter how much research I do, can I beat Mr. Taylor? Chen Long thought to himself, but he couldn't say it directly, so he could only nod dejectedly.

"Okay, Dad."

Alas, it seems that we can’t go to the castle that time, and we can only give it to other archaeologists.

His father didn't care what Chen Long was thinking, whether he was happy or sad. He cleared his throat and continued.

"One more thing, Chen Long, go collect some of the remains of new-born butterflies when they shed their shells for Dad."

"Okay, dad."

"One more thing, Chen Long, go and boil some water for Dad to make some hot tea. Do you want Dad to have no energy when studying magic? If not, then go and make Dad a cup of strong hot tea now."

"Okay, dad."

"There is one more thing..."

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You'd better agree to go to the North Pole next month. You'll get tired of staying here sooner or later.

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Standing on the vast ocean, Taylor, who single-handedly flattened several islands and created a perfect and quiet place, holds a huge stone ball in his hand. In the center of the stone ball is a head that looks like a dragon but is not a dragon. The red light in its eyes shows its hideousness and ominousness.

"Hurry up and use the little magic you have left to communicate with hell. I can't wait to see it."

The Holy Lord, who had just witnessed Taylor sinking several large islands with several gravitational rays, listened to Taylor's order quietly. The huge stone ball trembled slightly, as if it was shaking instinctively.

He obediently followed Taylor's instructions. His eyes began to radiate red light, and mysterious runes and words, like an ancient song, slowly communicated the magical elements and supernatural factors around him.

If he was in his prime, he wouldn't have to be like this, but now he is just a stone ball, even worse than a stone plate or sand sculpture.

Along with the Holy Lord's spell, a round mirror slowly emerged from the sea below and floated in front of Taylor. The mirror was facing the Holy Lord, and soon seven different heads appeared around the Holy Lord.

The demon Bogang who symbolizes the power of the mountain, Dikui who represents the power of the earth, Zhulan who controls gravity, the demon of the moon, Basha, the demon of water, Xiaofeng, the demon of wind, Ximu, the demon of sky, and Zhongsu, the demon of lightning, appeared on the mirror one after another.

The background is a space with huge rocks floating on it, a dark sky and pitch-black space below, just like the hell in mythology. This is a simple communication method that does not show the real bodies of the seven demons, only floating images.

The Holy Lord couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp when he saw the eyes of his brothers and sisters filled with anger, hatred and resentment. He knew that he had gone too far. It could be said that he was a betrayer and a deceiver.

His brothers and sisters made some tricks on his soul and worked together to help him escape from hell, but he finally covered up these tricks with his own magic and ruled his brothers and sisters' kingdom peacefully until it was turned into a sandstone plate.

(End of this chapter)