Emperor Chongluo faced the mountain wall with his hands behind his was originally a leisurely and relaxed state. However, he just couldn't calm down, because he had a vague feeling that Liu Banxian was bringing Ma Linglong's head here. "You have done something that satisfies me." Emperor Chongluo glanced at Luokong who was resting with his eyes closed. "But there is one thing I don't understand." "But it doesn't matter." Liaokong is neither happy nor angry, and never shows his emotions on his face, so his expression is always calm. "Such a strong man, why did it seem so easy for me to capture him before? If you hadn't reminded me to spare his life, I would have easily crushed him to death." "Because Feng Shui isn't used to deal with zombies." Liaokong twirled his prayer beads, "Humans have three disasters and six diseases. They are in the three realms and six paths. There are many things that can deal with them and take their lives.

Wine, sex, money, fame, fortune, which one is not important, life-threatening?" "If that's the case, then being a zombie is much more free. You can kill whatever you want, eat whatever you want, live as long as the heaven and earth, and exist as long as the sun and the moon. Why would you be restricted by so many things?" “That’s right.” Liaokong smiled, "You are the freest person in the world." "You say so, but I am trapped in this armor and I have to get out, right?" Emperor Zhongluo's tone became gloomy again. "I suffer this pain every day and night. Is this lucky or torture? Ma Linglong didn't kill me, but made me suffer this torture. What is her purpose?" "She just doesn't have the ability to kill you." Liao Kong said coldly. "No, this is her arrangement." Emperor Zhongluo was slightly angry again. "She arranged the worst karma and the cruelest fate for me, just to make me suffer endless pain because I broke my agreement with her and didn't keep my promise." "If you really think so, then use your immortality to break these shackles and complete your revenge on her." Liaokong didn't want to say anything more and just closed his eyes to rest. After a while, Liu Banxian finally came over with the box, breaking the silent atmosphere. "Did you bring Ma Linglong's head?" asked Emperor Chongluo. "it's here." Liu Banxian patted the box, which contained the noble and inviolable head of the female master of the Ma family who exorcised demons. Emperor Zhongluo hooked his finger, signaling Liu Banxian to bring the box up. However, Liu Banxian did not move, but just asked him: "Where is the corpse poison in my body?" "It's none of my business." Emperor Chongluo would never ask others to refuse his request, but this was the first time that he did not think about punishing Liu Banxian, but pointed at the air.

"He will help you get rid of it, because he was the one who put the corpse poison into your body." Lekong glanced at Emperor Chongluo and finally stood up. "Liu Banxian, you have actually learned how to negotiate with me." "Times have changed, and you are no longer the same as before, are you? You gave up being a good monk from Southern Xinjiang and became an accomplice to the evil spirit, becoming the advisor of the drought demon and killing countless people." "That's their fate. They can't struggle." Liaokong ignored Liu Banxian's words, just walked forward and rolled up his sleeves. Then, he was surprised to find that the corpse poison on Liu Banxian's hands had disappeared without a trace. "how is this possible?" Liaokong's eyes widened, "I planted that, no one in the world can solve it." "You believe that no one can solve what you have planted. What if someone believes that it can be solved? And as long as he is willing to believe this, things will change?" "What the hell are you talking about?" Just when Liaokong was finding it difficult to understand, he suddenly caught a glimpse of smoke rising from Liu Banxian's body. "careful!" Emperor Chongluo raised his hand and shot out the corpse energy in his hand. Behind the smoke, Yin Xiu, who had returned to his original form, threw the wooden box in his hand, which was blown to pieces by the corpse's qi. What was contained in the wooden box was not Master Ma's head, but a piece of wood. "Boy, you dare to play tricks on me!?" The veins on the back of Le Kong's hand bulged, and he reached for Yin Xiu's throat without hesitation. "It's not your turn yet." Yin Xiu ignored Kong and dodged, heading straight towards Emperor Zhongluo. "Be bold!" Emperor Zhong Luo threw a punch at Yin Xiu with such force that it almost raised the dust in front of him. After the battle with Nangong Baixing, his strength increased again, and this time it was even closer to the level that was unacceptable to the world. Yin Xiu hid in the shadow, avoiding the punch, and appeared behind Emperor Chongluo. "Why use the same move a second time if it didn't work the first time?" Emperor Chongluo felt that he was being underestimated, and without even turning his head, he punched back based on his feeling. When he threw the punch, Yin Xiu seemed to be hit by himself and was pulled over by a huge suction force. "Did Ma Linglong cooperate with you to plot against me?" Emperor Chong Luo was extremely angry.

Especially when seeing Yin Xiu and Ma Linglong together. However, Yin Xiu just stood up to the hurricane and said coldly: "Ma Linglong is dead! You know it yourself!" "impossible!" He increased his strength, trying to crush Yin Xiu with one punch. Three-colored dragon and tiger energy also surged out of Yin Xiu's hands, and he collided with his punch. Gravel flew everywhere, but Yin Xiu managed to block the attack, his feet sinking deeply into the ground. "Well?" Emperor Chongluo was obviously a little surprised that Yin Xiu could block this attack. After all, the last time they met, the gap between them was like a chasm. Even in front of Yufeng Temple, this Taoist priest had no choice but to flee in panic. Why could he take his punch now? "It's not me, it's you." Yin Xiu expressed the doubts in Emperor Zhongluo's heart, "It's not that I have become stronger, it's that you are in an unstable state of mind, Emperor Zhongluo." "I?" "Yes, it is you, because your strength is only above this layer of armor, and underneath the armor is your disgusting weak body! When you lose your kingly mentality, your failure is certain!" "presumptuous!" Emperor Chongluo burst out with momentum and pushed Yin Xiu away. Yin Xiu used the force to fly far away, making sword gestures with his hands. The ultimate law and the immortal official are in the warehouse! As Yin Xiu pointed his hand, his magic power quickly dissipated. At the same time, a crack appeared in the space in front of him, and then expanded. A powerful attraction was manifested, sucking all the gravel on the ground into it. Immediately afterwards, countless weapons emitting spiritual light, carrying majestic dragon and tiger energy, flew out from the hole and went straight for the Emperor Chongluo. Emperor Chongluo felt that he had no way of avoiding this attack, and his dignity as an emperor did not allow him to retreat. Huh! Drink! Emperor Zhongluo pushed out a stream of corpse energy forward, directly hitting the swords, spears, and halberds that were flying towards him. boom! There was a shocking explosion, and the ground was cut open by strong winds, leaving shocking scratches. The blade slashed across the body of Emperor Zhongluo, bringing out a little bit of fire, making it seem as if the whole body of Emperor Zhongluo was bathed in rays of light, but with crackling sounds. Liaokong had already retreated, staring at the horrifying scene in front of him with wide eyes. He had already made a judgment in his mind: Yin Xiu had seized the scripture and learned a more powerful spell from it - the Jidao spell. It is said that Jidao Fa is a magic spell bestowed by gods to a heavenly master of a certain generation in a dream. Transcend the shackles of all magic, abolish restrictions, and create a new unique magic based on the Eight Gates of Xuanzhen. The celestial master used the ultimate method to go to the North Sea to slay the dragon, went to the South Seas to search for immortality, and then ascended to heaven, leaving the ultimate method in the world. Unfortunately, in the long years that passed, no one could find the magic scriptures left by the master. However, now here, the ultimate magic has reappeared! The ground beneath Emperor Chongluo's feet had already shattered into pieces, and even the steel armor that was indestructible by swords and spears seemed to be gradually crumbling along with his corpse energy. The true way of the world: to slay everyone! The corpse qi gathered together and formed spears, which shot towards Yin Xiu like a rainstorm, facing the immortal weapons.

One of Yin Xiu's eyes glowed with golden light, while the other one was eerie purple, reflecting each other. This is the appearance after using the Jidao method and entering the state of yin and yang harmony. Yin Xiu has not yet completely gotten used to this state. He only feels that his body is light and floating. Mountains no longer seem like mountains, and water no longer seems like water. A whole new world is being deconstructed and subverted by him. He put away his magic, and his body swayed like the wind, again and again, dodging the overwhelming corpse aura that almost covered the entire sky. Emperor Chongluo shook off the continuous blows and pounced on Yin Xiu. True Dao Fa: Scattering of dead things! He clenched his hands in the air, and the iron slurry that never stopped boiling and flowing from the bottom of the cliff was drawn and controlled by his hands, forming two silver dragons that soared and flew over. As it moved, the dragon dripped iron slurry on the ground and emitted white smoke. Yin Xiu took the Gang Step, made sword gestures with his hands, and the dragon and tiger Gang Qi burst out from his body. The ultimate law: the eight winds gather together! Dozens of meters away, invisible winds suddenly came from both sides of Yin Xiu, as if to cut the sky and the ground into pieces. From dozens of meters away, the gully on the ground continued forward, and the sharp tearing sound scraped the eardrums. In the middle, the winds from both sides collided with each other, and the heads of the two dragons were neatly chopped off. Then their bodies were shattered and turned into molten iron again, falling to the ground. In the blink of an eye, they covered the stones on the ground and condensed into strange objects. White smoke rising! Before Emperor Chongluo could react, a wind carrying thick heat had already swept over, engulfing and sweeping him away. The strong wind whipped the mountains and also tore apart the figure of Emperor Zhongluo. The emperor Zhongluo crashed into the rocks and was blown several miles away by the strong wind. His visor had been broken, revealing a mass of flesh with almost no distinguishable facial features or even visible parts, except for a pair of blood-red eyes. Ordinary people called it a face. After the restraints were removed, Emperor Zhongluo, who had not seen the sun for who knows how long, breathed in fresh air, which made him feel refreshed. With one foot, the Emperor Zhongluo crushed the rocks and left a black trail behind him, flying towards Yin Xiu who was casting a spell. Yin Xiu stretched out his hand, grasped the famous sword Chaofeng in mid-air, and slashed down at the moment when Emperor Zhongluo was about to crash into him. The Chaofeng Sword hummed under the huge force. Even though Yin Xiu's knuckles were cracked, he still held the Chaofeng Sword tightly and did not take a single step back, even though his boots were deeply sunken in the soil. "Have you obtained the magic?" Emperor Chongluo sneered, "I don't believe it!" He pushed hard, and Yin Xiu could no longer hold on and flew backwards. Liaokong looked at this scene and felt that the situation was under the control of Emperor Zhongluo, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down. Suddenly, he saw something falling from Yin Xiu's body, which was a small box. For some reason, his eyebrows were throbbing wildly, and he said to the little monk beside him, "Go and pick up the box for me." "what?"

"That one, that one!" Liaokong pointed in a direction and said, "Bring that box back!" "But," the little monk hesitated, "How can I get forward if they fight like this?" Liaokong stared at him, "Wuxin, how many years have you been by my side?" The young monk hesitated, "Nine years." "I said I would let you return to secular life and marry a wife, didn't I?" "Master, you have been talking about this for three years and three years, but the time has never come." "Today is the time." Liaokong pointed over there and said, "Take that elixir back. When I achieve enlightenment and everyone in my family ascends to heaven, you can also join the ranks of immortals because of your merits. You will have everything you want." “But we are monks.” The young monk hesitated, "We are monks, how can we attain enlightenment and become immortals?" "You are so stupid." Liao Kong was rarely angry. "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are inseparable. The three schools are one. The founder of the Taoist tradition can be a Bodhisattva here. Jia Lan, why can't you and I become immortals through merit and elixir?" The little monk nodded blankly, and finally, out of fear of Kong's majesty, he stepped forward tremblingly. Yin Xiu and Emperor Chongluo were fighting so hard that they didn't notice the little monk. So after dodging the aftermath of several waves of battles, the little monk finally found an opportunity, grabbed the box in his hand, and staggered back. He nearly fell several times along the way, but finally made it back to Sora. "Give it to me, give it to me!" Liaokong kept urging. The little monk glanced at him and handed the box out reluctantly. Liaokong snatched it away, held the box in his hands and stroked it, his eyes shining. However, he couldn't be sure whether the elixir Yin Xiu brought was real, after all, Yin Xiu had just faked it. So he opened the wooden box with trepidation, prepared to be deceived. As soon as he opened it, his eyes widened. I saw the elixir in the box emitting colorful light. it is true! Only genuine products can have such a warm and touching glow. Liaokong almost shed tears, his pupils dilated and then contracted. He spat out a mouthful of turbid blood and stared at the little monk.

"why?" "You said it yourself, Master." The little monk still had his head lowered, as timid as usual, not daring to look Lekong in the eye. "Master, as you said, as long as one person achieves enlightenment and ascends to heaven, the others who have helped him will have complete merits and be ranked among the immortals. If that's the case, then it doesn't matter who becomes an immortal, and it's the same if I help you, Master!" "you……" Liaokong lowered his head and glanced at his stomach. The dagger stabbed into his stomach. As the little monk twisted his wrist forcefully, more and more blood came out of Lekong's mouth. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the little monk's head, gathering his last bit of strength. The young monk knew how powerful his master was. He just closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stabbed the knife a little deeper. Liaokong smiled, his strength dissipated, and he just gently stroked his bald head with his hand. "Yes, it's all the same." (End of this chapter)