Chapter 2028 If you want it, get it yourself

"What's the matter?" Chen Zhao asked.

Malone frowned, devil?

He couldn't help but feel wary in his heart.

Such an evil existence is very good at deceiving people.

And Chen Zhao was so full of desire that he was easily bewitched by demons.

"You two kill each other. Whoever can kill the other, I will give you the power you want." The devil looked at Chen Zhao and Ma Long and said.

Chen Zhao glanced at Ma Long, and suddenly Ma Long's heart was alarmed.

"You can't paint a big picture for me. You only said to give me the power I want, but you didn't ask me how powerful I want it to be. You should at least show your own power, and it's better to be able to shock me. Human power, are you right?”

The devil cracked his mouth and smiled: "You are right."

"Then show how powerful you are."

The demon opened his arms, and Chen Zhao felt that his power was being released outward.

Then the surrounding space began to distort.

Ma Long's eyes flashed, and he saw that the surroundings had turned into another environment.

Surrounded by a valley full of flowers, the valley is shrouded in mist.

Malone took a breath, what's going on?

Weren't they still under that cave a moment ago?

Why did you come here suddenly?

Only Chen Zhao looked disdainful.

"Your Excellency, don't fool people with different space magic." Chen Zhao was very dissatisfied.

It seemed that they had moved quickly from that underground cave to a strange valley.

In fact, they didn't move at all, they moved the space.

They entered a different space.

And this should be a persistent alien space, the kind of persistent alien space created by Chen Zhao in Mingyue Villa, with nothing special about it.

Ma Long looked at Chen Zhao doubtfully. He obviously didn't understand the magic of different spaces.

That's why he was a little surprised by Chen Zhao's calm performance.

In his opinion, this is already a very powerful magic.

But in Chen Zhao's eyes, this is too ordinary.

Different space magic requires powerful magic power, but it is very difficult to cast.

So people who know it think it's very simple, and people who don't know it find it incredible.

The demon looked at Chen Zhao: "Human, this is enough. Even if the power is too powerful, you cannot accept it."

"You should put your power in front of me and see if I accept it."

"As long as you complete my request, you can be as powerful as you want."

At this time, Malone said: "What if we reject your request?"

Chen Zhao curled his lips. Ma Long was afraid that he would really attack him.

That's why he answered the devil's words first.

"Then you will all die here." The demon looked at Chen Zhao and Ma Long fiercely.

Ma Long whispered to Chen Zhao: "We should join forces instead of being manipulated by this devil."

"But his conditions are really attractive." Chen Zhao blinked and looked at Ma Long with a smile.

Malon's face changed slightly and he said seriously: "He is a demon. You should know many precedents of being bewitched by demons and falling into irreversible situations. It will not do you any good to succumb to him."

Chen Zhao looked embarrassed, as if he was really bewitched by the devil, and said tangledly: "That's what I say, but the power is right in front of me, and it is difficult for people to refuse."

"Yes, you are right. Only power in this world is irresistible. As long as you have power, you have everything." The devil said, he felt that Chen Zhao should be attracted by his conditions.

Chen Zhao said helplessly: "I really want your power, but I can't beat him. How about you help me kill him and then treat him as if I killed him?"

Ma Long was speechless. He felt like Chen Zhao was teasing the devil.

The devil's face became even darker. He already had a dark face.

"Human, my dignity as Azkamor does not allow you to provoke me! I will give you one last chance now to kill the people around you, otherwise you will die here immediately."

"Let's go together!" Malone shouted and rushed towards the demon named Azkamore.

It seemed to him that the demon wanted them to kill each other, most likely because he couldn't handle both of them at the same time.

Azkamor glanced at Malone lightly, raised the sword like black crystal in his hand, and then dropped it casually.

hiss--

There was a tearing sound in the air, and Malone instantly felt great danger.

Suddenly, Ma Long felt a force pull heavily from behind, and his whole body flew backwards.

Chen Zhao held Ma Long's collar: "Don't be too impulsive, you will die."

Ma Long's face turned pale: "I don't lose that easily, don't underestimate me."

Chen Zhao pointed to where Ma Long originally stood, leaving a gap on the ground.

The chasm extended all the way to the rear, and a hill of tens of meters not far away was cut off directly.

Malone's expression changed drastically. Was this a random blow from the devil?

What kind of power is this?

Even Terry Boy probably doesn't have such power, right?

Azkamor looked at the two of them arrogantly: "You have one last chance now. One of you will die, or two of you will die."

Ma Long's chest heaved, and his eyes became nervous when he looked at Chen Zhao.

Will Chen Zhao succumb to the threat of Azkamore?

Azkamor's cold gaze seemed to penetrate the hearts of Chen Zhao and Ma Long.

The aura on his body is getting stronger and stronger.

That kind of terrifying aura was like heaven and earth suppressing the two of them.

"Which demon king are you a subordinate of?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.

"I am a subordinate of the King of Power." Azkamore said proudly.

He is quite satisfied and proud of his ancestry.

"A subordinate of the King of Power?"

A smile gradually appeared on Chen Zhao's face: "I don't want your power anymore, I just want a drop of your devil's blood, okay?"

"No." Azkamore snorted coldly: "My noble bloodline is not allowed to be possessed by a despicable creature like you, even if you use it for worship."

"But I just want it, why don't we try to be accommodating?" Chen Zhao looked at Azkamore helplessly.

"I said, it's not allowed. Do you want me to give it to you if you want it? How can a humble ant without enough strength hold even a drop of my blood?" Azkamore looked at Chen Zhao with disdain. : "If you want it, just get it yourself, as long as you have the ability."

"If you can take the initiative to give it to me, I only need one drop. But if I take it myself, it won't be one drop." Chen Zhao began to move his joints.

Ma Long looked at Chen Zhao in surprise. Is he going to fight Azkamore?

He should understand that even if the two of them put together, they can't be this guy's opponent, right?