The emperor Zhongluo turned into a ball of black mist and flew across the mountains in a flash. Every time he passed a forest, flocks of birds fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a crackling turning a mountain, a team of cavalrymen wearing military uniforms and carrying flags, armed with live ammunition, appeared in front of Emperor Zhongluo. At this time, the leading cavalryman also saw him, pointed at Emperor Chongluo, and let out a whistle. "Crack!" Emperor Chongluo fell into the cavalry team, and black fog surged out in all directions, and then seemed to burn, turning into a scarlet color. The scarlet color quickly collapsed and gathered towards the center, and penetrated into the emperor's heavy armor in strands, and disappeared in a short while. At this time, the cavalry, including the horses and the men, had turned into a pile of bones, as if they had been carefully shaved by a razor, leaving no trace of flesh and blood. The fear, resentment, confusion and astonishment that had accumulated in Emperor Chongluo's heart finally subsided a little, but his heart was still surging. Ma Linglong, shouldn't you be dead beyond death? Even if you are a master of heaven, you are just a mortal, a bug that is born in the morning and dies in the evening. The Ma family's exorcism technique can't possibly ask you... But, Ma Linglong, have you really obtained the secret of immortality and survived from the last era?

impossible! Emperor Zhongluo smashed the stone around him to pieces with one punch, and the endless pain in his body came again. It was like being bitten by a bug, drilling into the body and breaking through the shell. The intense pain never stopped, day or night, at any time. All this pain was caused by Ma Linglong! Emperor Chongluo recalled 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 strong body, Emperor Chongluo was unable to repair his body. It was Master Fa Yin who helped. At that time, Monk Fain was still in his prime, and although he looked to be over 70 years old, his spirit and body were, to some extent, extremely close to the Buddha. For others, it is already the age of death, but for Fain, it is just the prime of life. For others, entering adulthood at this age is tragic, but for Fain, it is the best thing, as he has accumulated countless resources, experience, and connections. That's why it can help a drought demon. With his help, Emperor Chongluo rebuilt his body, but the price was that he would be forever bound and tortured by the armor that pierced into his bones and tendons. He would be unable to break free, and it would be bone-chilling in winter and scorching in summer. He was tortured by both cold and heat at any time and in any place, which was much more miserable than a water ghost dying in water. All this torture was brought to him by Ma Linglong. It was eternal and lasting, reminding him to remember this hatred every moment. When Emperor Chongluo thought of her frosty face, long white hair, golden eyes as bright as sparks, scarlet nails, and omnipotent magical powers, he couldn't help but feel a chill to his bones. However, the rage for revenge would make his whole body burn, burning him and stinging him. Ma! Ling! Long! Emperor Zhong Luo roared towards the sky, the ground beneath his feet collapsed, dust flew everywhere, and the sound seemed to cause cracks to appear in the clouds above the dome. After yelling, he felt himself calm down a little, and took deep breaths to suppress his anger. It was not until this time that Emperor Zhongluo discovered that many yellow talisman papers had been floating around him without him noticing. "Another Taoist priest." Emperor Chongluo was in a rage when he saw himself falling into the talisman formation and being ambushed by the Taoist priest, and he couldn't help laughing.

As his laughter grew louder, the floating talisman papers spontaneously combusted without fire and turned into ashes before falling to the ground. Emperor Zhongluo stopped laughing, and his attitude changed from anger to disdain. "You can't keep me with just this little ability." "Of course we know that when dealing with a drought demon, carelessness will only cost everyone's life." Dongfang Weilai walked out of the woods, holding a sword in his hand, accompanied by several mages from Longhu Mountain. When he appeared, the talisman formation was formed again, surrounding the emperor again. Emperor Chongluo saw that Dongfang Weilai had an extraordinary temperament and also felt the changes in the talisman formation this time, so he put away his disdain, became serious, and checked the talisman papers. "It's more advanced than before. This must be the technique of the Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion." "Yes." Dongfang Weilai stood still, "Only in this way can I be qualified to face you, the king among zombies, Emperor Chongluo." "You know my name? And who are you?" Emperor Chongluo tilted his head and looked at him. The purple aura on these Taoists was so deep that it was "visible to the naked eye". Especially Dongfang Weilai, who was talking to him, was so precious that he could make ordinary monsters and demons run away after just one look at him. "The Grand Master of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, the future of the East." "Grand Imperial Master?" Emperor Chongluo couldn't help but feel somewhat familiar, because the last time he escaped from the Central Plains was also because the great state teacher at that time issued an order to eliminate demons, which led to the Taoist sects all over the world hunting him down. As Dongfang Weilai was the head of the Imperial Observatory, it was not surprising that he knew his name from the archives. It's just that he is still the Great Heavenly Master, and still the leader of the Taoist tradition in the world. However, the situation is completely different now. A hundred years have passed and everything has changed. He learned from Fain that the Jiuzhou Taoist tradition had declined greatly and was falling apart. The Mao family declined, the Ma family left, Xiandu went into seclusion, and only three of the five major lineages remain. Today's Taoists are not as powerful as before. Today's Grand Master is no longer as respected as before, and therefore needs even more support from the power and authority of the court. However, everyone knows that colluding with such a court will only make the Taoist orthodoxy and the Imperial Observatory drift further and further apart. "National Master? I heard that this is now another name for servants?" Emperor Chongluo said sarcastically. Dongfang Weilai raised his hand to stop the people from the Imperial Observatory who were about to rush over. He was not angry, but just smiled. "It doesn't matter what your identity is. It doesn't matter what others think of you or call you. What matters most is what you do and what kind of person 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 lying in ambush in the forest because he could smell a lot of fresh blood.

"Do you think you are no longer a running dog?" "I said, it doesn't matter anymore." Dongfang Future said frankly. He said and meant what he meant, and his expression remained calm even in this situation. "I heard that the job of the Grand Master is to calculate the country's destiny every day?" "Not every day, but there is such a thing." Dongfang Weilai thought of his work writing and drawing on the big sand table in the Imperial Observatory. "Then let me ask you." Emperor Zhongluo pointed at Dongfang Weilai, "Did you expect that you would die here today?" Dongfang Weilai shook his head, "I never tell my own fortune." "Then you are too stupid. If you had known this earlier, you would have had a chance to arrange your funeral!" As soon as he finished speaking, a strong aura burst out from Emperor Zhongluo, and every piece of talisman paper that trapped him began to tremble, and the formation was about to collapse at any time. Zhang Jiude and Zhao Wuji looked at each other and immediately took action. Both of them bit their fingertips at the same time. Zhang Jiude smeared the blood on the peach wood sword, and the sword body shone with golden light. Zhao Wuji dipped his fingers in blood and drew a talisman on the Bagua mirror. The eight phases on the Bagua mirror then began to rotate, and corresponding birds and beasts appeared, lifelike. Two people from the Tianshi Temple in Longhu Mountain attacked at the same time, and the talisman formation finally stabilized again. Other Longhushan Taoists also began to use their skills and took up their positions according to the original plan. Luo Tian's Demon-Subduing Formation at Mount Longhu! Fairy music was playing in the sky and thousands of creatures were chanting spells. Emperor Chongluo looked up and saw fireballs falling down under the control of the Taoists. They were the Three Flavors Heavenly Fire. "Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion, not bad!" Emperor Zhongluo was surrounded by black lightning and threw a heavy punch toward the top of his head. The first thing to be shattered was the ground beneath his feet, then the fireball above his head, and everything in between. The formation was unstable, so Zhao Wuji turned the Bagua mirror in his hand in a different direction, stepped on the Gangbu step, and the dragon and tiger Gangqi in his body boiled. The image of a peacock vaguely appeared behind him, spreading its wings and crying. The pieces of talisman paper were once again infused with purple energy, and the talisman array's spiritual light reappeared. With a loud bang, fireworks burst into the sky, dyeing the sky red. Smashed to pieces by a single punch from the Emperor Zhong Luo, the fireballs in the sky turned into fragments, and sparks and sparks fell to the ground one after another, as if there was a rainstorm of flames. Although it no longer had the power it once had, it was still enough to surround Emperor Zhongluo in a sea of ​​fire, and the flames swallowed him up with the wind. Zhang Jiude offered up a piece of talisman paper, which floated in the air. Zhang Jiude dipped his fingers in blood and drew several strokes on it. "The Nine Heavens are responding to the Origin of the Thunder. Thunder is spreading everywhere. Disciple respectfully requests the Thunder Department to send down the law. Hurry and obey the command!" Zhang Jiude threw the talisman paper into the air, and then bolts of lightning fell and hit the talisman formation.

The chief eunuch Jin Hai and other palace masters stood aside. After all, they were just mortals and could not help with such matters as catching evil spirits and eliminating monsters. However, they were extremely shocked when they saw the scene before them. The elites of Jiuzhou Taoism, the strongest generation in this world, are probably all here. Emperor Chongluo was bathed in thunder and fire, his whole body was roasted red and then black, and his armor also began to swell. However, he seemed not to feel the burning pain, and just stretched out his hand with his fingers pointing forward. True Dao Fa: Heaven and Earth Return to Oneness Corpse gas gushed out, and above the sky that was originally burned red by the flames, an abyss suddenly appeared. Black was like ink, filling the entire sky and gradually covering it. Zhang Jiude and Zhao Wuji felt at the same time that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that they had originally controlled was isolated at this moment. "Heaven and earth are unkind, the great way is not obvious, turbidity replaces purity, and killing proves the truth!" The wind was blowing wildly, the earth was shaking, and the Longhu Mountain formation that originally surrounded Emperor Zhongluo was now burning violently with each piece of talisman paper. The Taoists of Mount Longhu responded quickly, but were completely unable to stop the downward trend. After a while, the talisman paper turned into ashes and flew away with the wind. The lightning disappeared, the flames died out, and the emperor Chongluo stood in the same place, with corpse qi surging from his body. It seemed that the heavy black clouds that were about to press down were increasing his courage and enhancing his strength. The cold wind was still blowing, causing pain on people's faces and making it impossible to open their eyes. At the same time, it also gradually caused a layer of frost to form on the leaves. Zhang Jiude and Zhao Wuji were extremely shocked, with beads of sweat on their foreheads. The great formation they had carefully prepared and brought from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain had been broken. At this time, they no longer had the magic formation to deal with the drought demon, because their magic power was almost exhausted in activating the formation, and all that was left was their courage and righteousness. Emperor Zhongluo did not take them seriously. Mount Longhu and Mount Mao were unable to deal with him a hundred years ago, let alone now. He has only one goal, and that is to become the great master of the East's future. Jin Hai also sensed something was wrong and called on the palace masters to prepare for action. It is true that the drought demon is difficult for ordinary warriors to deal with, but what the masters of the palace do is not an ordinary thing. With so many bullets, hidden weapons, and poisons, even if it is an elephant, the masters of the palace will tear it into pieces. Emperor Zhongluo opened his hands, his body floated up, and Feng Xu rode the wind. After taking a deep breath, he shot towards Dongfang Future like a cannonball, leaving a trail of black smoke behind his body. The speed was so fast that everyone was dumbfounded. Dongfang Weilai's face was calm, and 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 out loud, but just a thought moved everyone, as if they had telepathy, and they subconsciously took a few steps back, and then reacted belatedly. The Beitian Demon-Slaying Sword emits golden light. It is the number one magic sword of the Jiuzhou Taoist tradition. Legend has it that it was left behind in the world by the Great Emperor Zhenwu after he killed all the demons in the northeast when he became an immortal. It has the aura of thousands of mountains and can make all the demons in the nine provinces retreat with one sword. Dongfang Weilai held a sword in his hand, closed his eyes, and colorful light bloomed on his body. Between his breaths, clouds appeared faintly behind him.

In the clouds, the demon general glared angrily and the god looked down disdainfully. "Since you can see the future, why don't you worship?" Dongfang Weilai drew his sword, and the Beitian Devil-Slaying Sword shone with golden light, like a golden wheel. Above his head, the black clouds that were about to fall were shattered by a sword, turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating, and the sun reappeared. Emperor Zhongluo retreated and disappeared in the golden light. The light was blinding and the heaven and earth shook. After the light disappeared, everyone finally opened their eyes. In front of Dongfang Weilai, there was a gully formed by condensed magma, two meters wide and dozens of meters long, extending into the distance. In the distance, the hill that was supposed to be standing upright had been split in half by a sword. The middle was red and overflowing with the same magma. "The drought demon was destroyed?" Zhang Jiude asked in surprise. "No." Dongfang Weilai put the magic sword back into the sheath. The seven-colored light on his body had dissipated, and his expression was no longer as stern and resolute as before, but only confused. "It is God's will. This drought demon will not die in my hands." "Master, you mean that this drought demon's fate has not yet ended?" "That's probably it." Dongfang Weilai sighed, feeling somewhat regretful, "He ran away." (End of this chapter)