The Emperor's Chongluo turned into a black mist and traveled through the mountains in an instant. Every time it passed through a forest, flocks of birds fell from the sky and clattered to the ground.
After turning around a mountain, what appeared in front of Emperor Zhongluo was a group of cavalry armed with live ammunition, wearing military uniforms and carrying flags.
At this time, the leading cavalry also saw him, pointed at Emperor Zhongluo, and let out a roar.
"Quack!"
The emperor Chongluo fell into the cavalry team, and black mist surged out in all directions, then seemed to burn and turned into a scarlet color.
The scarlet color quickly collapsed toward the center, gathered together, and penetrated into the Emperor Zhongluo's armor. After a while, it disappeared into thin air.
At this time, that group of cavalry, including the men and horses, had turned into a pile of bones, as if they had been carefully shaved with a razor, leaving no trace of flesh and blood.
The fear, anger, confusion and shock that Emperor Zhongluo had accumulated in his heart finally subsided a little, but his heart was still surging.
Ma Linglong, aren't you supposed to be dead already?
Even if you are a heavenly master, you are just a mortal body, an insect that lives and dies.
It’s impossible to ask you to perform exorcism in the Ma family...
But, Ma Linglong, have you really obtained the secret of immortality and survived from the previous era?
Impossible!
Emperor Zhongluo smashed the stone around him with one punch, and the never-ending pain in his body struck again.
It was like an insect biting, burrowing into the body, and breaking through the body. It was an intense pain that didn't matter day or night or time, and didn't stop for a moment.
All this pain was caused by Ma Linglong!
Emperor Zhongluo remembered the bloody battle in Malaysia, where the white-haired witch Ma Linglong almost beat his body to pieces.
When he fled all the way to Jiaozhi, even with Hanba's physical strength, Emperor Chongluo was unable to repair his body at this time.
It was thanks to the help of the great monk Fayin.
At that time, Monk Fayin was still in his prime. Although he looked to be over seventy years old, at that time, his spirit and body were extremely close to the Buddha to a certain extent.
For others, he is already at the age of being buried in a coffin, but for Fayin, he has just reached his prime.
Entering the prime of life at this age is sad for others, but for Fayin, this is the best. He has accumulated countless resources, experience, and connections.
Therefore, a drought demon can be helped.
Emperor Chongluo used his help to reshape his body, but the price was to be forever bound and tortured by the armor that pierced his bones and bones, making him unable to break free. The winter was biting and the summer was scorching.
Let him suffer both hot and cold torture anytime and anywhere, which is much more miserable than a water ghost dying in the water.
All this torture was brought to him by Ma Linglong. It was eternal and lasting, reminding him of this hatred every moment.
When thinking of her frosty face, long white hair, golden eyes as bright as sparks, scarlet nails, and supernatural powers that reach the heavens and the earth, Emperor Zhongluo couldn't help but feel chilled to the bone. However, the one who longed for revenge Anger will make his whole body ablaze again, burning him and stinging him.
horse! Ling! Long!
Emperor Zhongluo Wangtian roared loudly, the ground beneath his feet shattered, dust flew up, and the sound seemed to make the clouds on the dome split into cracks.
After yelling this, he felt himself calming down a little, breathing heavily and suppressing his anger.
It was only then that Emperor Zhongluo discovered that many yellow talismans were floating around him.
"It's a Taoist priest again."
Emperor Zhongluo was in a state of anger when he saw himself falling into the talisman formation and being ambushed by the Taoist priests. He couldn't help but laugh.
As his laughter grew louder, the floating talismans spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
Emperor Zhongluo stopped laughing and his mood changed from anger to disdain.
"With this little ability, you can't keep me."
"Of course we know that being careless when dealing with a drought demon will only kill everyone."
Dongfang Future walked out of the woods, holding a sword in his hand, surrounded by several mages from Longhu Mountain.
When he appeared, the talisman formation formed again, surrounding the Emperor Zhongluo.
Emperor Zhongluo saw Dongfang Future's extraordinary temperament and felt the changes in the talisman array, so he put away his disdain and became serious, checking the talisman papers.
"It's more advanced than the one just now. This is probably the method of Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion."
"That's right."
Dongfang Future stood still, "Only in this way can I be qualified to face you, the king among zombies, the Emperor Zhongluo."
"Do you know my name? Who are you?"
Emperor Zhongluo tilted his head and looked at him. The purple energy on these Taoist priests was so deep that it was "visible to the naked eye."
Especially Dongfang Future, who was talking to him, was so unstoppable that he could make ordinary monsters and monsters run away after just one look at him.
"The Great Imperial Master of Qin Tianjian, the future of the East."
"Great Imperial Master?"
Emperor Zhongluo couldn't help but feel a little familiar, because the last time he escaped from the Central Plains, it was because the great national master at that time issued an order to eliminate demons, which led to the pursuit of him by the world's orthodoxy.
As for Dongfang Future, as the head of Qintian Prison, it is not surprising that he knows his name from the files.
It's just that he is still a great heavenly master and the leader of the world's orthodoxy, but now the situation is completely different.
One hundred years later, everything has changed.
He learned from Fain that the Kyushu orthodoxy had declined greatly and was falling apart.
The Mao family has declined, the Ma family has gone far away, and the immortal capital has been hidden from the world. Only three of the five major Dharma lines are left. Today's Taoist priests are no longer as powerful as they used to be.
Today's great national masters are no longer as respected by others as they used to be, and therefore need to rely more on the power and authority of the imperial court.
However, everyone knows that colluding with such a court will only make Daotong and Qin Tianjian go further and further away.
"National Master? I heard that this is another name for slaves nowadays?" Emperor Zhongluo said sarcastically.
Dongfang Future raised his hand to stop the people from Qintian Prison who were about to rush towards him. He was not angry, he just smiled.
"It doesn't matter what your identity is, what other people think of you, or what you are called. The most important thing is what you do and who you are, that's all."
"Then who do you think you are?"
Emperor Zhongluo turned his neck and looked around. There were probably many people lurking in the forest, because he could smell a lot of fresh blood.
"Do you think you are no longer a lackey?"
"I said, this is not important anymore." Dongfang Future said calmly.
He meant what he said, and even in this situation, his expression remained normal.
"I heard that the job of a great national master is to calculate the fortune of the country every day?"
"Not every day, but such a thing does happen."
Dongfang Future thought of himself, writing and drawing on the big sand table in Qintian Prison.
"Then let me ask you."
Emperor Zhongluo pointed at Dongfang Future, "Did you predict that you would die here today?" Dongfang Future shook his head, "I never tell my fortune."
"Then you are too stupid. If you had known earlier, you would have had the opportunity to arrange your own funeral!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Zhongluo emitted a strong aura, and the talisman array that trapped him began to tremble, and every talisman paper began to tremble, and the array was about to collapse at any time.
Zhang Jiude and Zhao Wuji looked at each other and started taking action immediately.
The two of them bit their fingertips at the same time, Zhang Jiude smeared the blood on the peach wood sword, and the sword glowed with golden light.
Zhao Wuji stained his fingers with blood and drew a spell on the Bagua Mirror. The eight phases on the Bagua Mirror began to rotate, and the corresponding birds and animals appeared, lifelike.
The two people from the Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion took action at the same time, and the talisman array finally stabilized.
Other Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain also began to use their skills to settle down according to the original plan.
Longhu Mountain Luotian Demon Subduing Formation!
Immortal music is playing in the sky, and thousands of creatures are chanting mantras.
Emperor Zhongluo looked above his head and saw that under the control of the Taoist priests, fireballs were falling down one after another. They were the three-flavored heavenly fire.
"Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion, not bad!"
Black lightning lingered on Emperor Zhongluo's body, and he punched heavily on the top of his head.
What was shattered first was the ground under his feet, then the fireball above his head, and everything connected with it.
The formation was unstable, Zhao Wuji turned the Bagua mirror in his hand in one direction, stepped on Gang steps, his whole body was boiling with Dragon and Tiger Gang Qi, and a peacock loomed behind him, spreading its wings and croaking.
Each piece of talisman paper was injected with purple energy again, and the aura of the talisman array reappeared.
With a bang, fireworks burst into the sky, dyeing the sky red.
After being shattered by Emperor Zhongluo's punch, the fireballs in the sky turned into fragments, sparks, and sparks fell to the ground one after another, as if there was a rainstorm of flames.
Although it lost its previous power, it was still enough to surround Emperor Zhongluo in a sea of fire, and the flames followed the wind and engulfed him.
Zhang Jiude held out a piece of talisman paper, which floated in the air. Zhang Jiude drew several strokes on it with his blood-stained fingers.
"The nine heavens are in harmony, the sound of thunder is universal, and the disciples respectfully ask the thunder tribe to surrender, as urgent as the law decrees!"
Zhang Jiude knocked the talisman paper into the air, and then thunder and lightning fell and smashed into the talisman array.
The general manager of the palace, Jin Hai, stood aside with all the masters of the palace. After all, they were also mortals and could not help with this kind of catching and eliminating evil spirits. However, looking at the scene in front of them, they were extremely shocked.
The elites of Kyushu Taoism, the strongest generation in this world, are probably all here.
Emperor Zhongluo was bathed in thunder and fire, his whole body turned red and then black, and his armor began to swell.
However, he seemed not to feel the burning pain, and just stretched out his hand forward, pointing his finger forward.
True Dao and Dharma·Unification of Heaven and Earth
The corpse gas spurted out, and above the sky that was originally burned red by the flames, an abyss appeared, black like ink, filling the entire sky and gradually covering it up.
Zhang Jiude and Zhao Wuji felt at the same time that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth they had previously controlled was cut off at this moment.
"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, the great road is not revealed, and turbidity is replaced by clearness, and the Tao is proved by killing!"
The strong wind blew, the ground trembled, and the Longhu Mountain formation that originally surrounded Emperor Zhongluo was now burning fiercely.
The Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain responded quickly, but were completely unable to stop the decline.
After a while, the talisman paper turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.
The thunder light disappeared, the flames went out, and the emperor Zhongluo stood on the spot, with corpse energy surging on his body.
It seemed that the heavy black clouds that were about to suppress him were increasing his courage and increasing his strength.
The cold wind was still blowing, causing pain on people's faces and making it difficult to open their eyes. At the same time, a layer of frost gradually formed on the leaves.
Zhang Jiude and Zhao Wuji were extremely shocked, with large beads of sweat covering their foreheads.
The formation they had carefully prepared and brought out from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain had been destroyed.
At this time, they no longer had the magic formation to deal with the drought demon. Because of activating the large formation, their magic power was almost exhausted, and all that was left was their courage and righteousness.
Emperor Zhongluo didn't take them seriously. Longhu Mountain and Maoshan were unable to deal with him a hundred years ago, let alone now.
He has only one goal, and that is the future of the Great Imperial Master Dongfang.
Jin Hai also felt that something was wrong and called the masters inside to prepare for action.
Although the Hanba was difficult for ordinary warriors to deal with, what the Ouchi masters did was extraordinary. With so many bullets, hidden weapons, and poisons, even an elephant had to be torn into pieces by the Ouchi masters.
The Emperor Zhongluo opened his hands, his body floated, and Feng Xu controlled the wind.
After taking a deep breath, he shot toward Dongfang Future like a cannonball from a barrel, with a burst of black smoke behind his body.
The speed was so fast that everyone was stunned.
Dongfang Future looked calm. The first thing he did was not to resist the emperor's return, but to ask others to get out of the way.
He didn't shout, but just thought, and everyone seemed to have telepathy, subconsciously taking a few steps away, and then reacted belatedly.
The Beitian Demon-Breaking Sword emits golden light. It is the number one magic sword in the Kyushu Taoist tradition.
Legend has it that it was left in the world after Emperor Zhenwu became an immortal and killed all the demons in the Northeast. It is infused with the aura of thousands of mountains and can make the demons of Kyushu retreat with one sword.
Dongfang Mirai held the law enforcement sword in his hand, closed his eyes, and the colorful glow bloomed on his body. As he breathed, clouds appeared faintly behind him.
In the clouds, the demon generals glared angrily, and the gods looked down.
"Now that you have seen the future, why not worship?"
Dongfang Future drew his sword, and the Beitian Demon-Breaking Sword glowed with golden light, like a golden wheel.
Above the head, the black clouds that were about to fall were chopped into pieces by a sword, turned into wisps of smoke and dispersed, and the sun reappeared.
The figure of Emperor Zhongluo retreated and disappeared in this golden light.
The light was dazzling and the world was shaken. After the light disappeared, everyone finally opened their eyes.
In front of Dongfang Future, there was a ravine formed by molten lava, two meters wide and dozens of meters long, reaching into the distance.
And in the distance, the hillock that should have been standing upright has actually been split in half with a sword, and the middle is red and overflowing with the same magma.
"The Hanba was eliminated?" Zhang Jiude asked in shock.
"No."
Dongfang Weilai put the magic sword back into its sheath. The seven-colored glow on his body had dissipated, and his expression was no longer as awe-inspiring and determined as before, but just confused.
"God's will is that this drought demon will not die in my hands."
"Master, what do you mean, this drought is not exhausted?"
"That's probably it."
Dongfang Future sighed, feeling a little regretful, "He ran away." (End of Chapter)