I am Master Maoshan

Long Aodi shouted in a low voice: "Liu Jun, you are crazy! The space inside this cauldron is so small. This guy has lost the talisman control. Even if the three of us put together, we can't beat him with eighteen arms!"

Long Yingui also clenched the weapon in his hand, his eyes full of vigilance.

Liu Jun seemed unusually calm. He smiled and said, "It's okay. He's awake."

As soon as the words fell, the three heads of the ghost doll turned at the same time, and the red light in the six eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a clear light. The body of the ghost doll slowly fell to the ground, and the eighteen arms slowly dropped, as if they were freed from some kind of restraint.

At this moment, the external calamity finally arrived. A huge roar came from outside the cauldron, as if the heaven and earth were shaking. The body of the Ten Thousand Demons Cauldron trembled violently, as if it was bearing unimaginable power. The three people in the cauldron only felt their eardrums buzzing, as if the whole world was collapsing.

"How many rounds of heavenly tribulations can this Ten Thousand Demons Cauldron withstand?" Long Aodi's voice was low and powerful, trying to find a trace of comfort in this tense atmosphere.

Liu Jun didn't seem to feel the weight of this. He responded loudly: "What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

The corner of Long Aodi's mouth twitched slightly. He pointed to his head helplessly, signaling Liu Jun to communicate using his spiritual sense.

"I wonder how many rounds of heavenly tribulations this cauldron can withstand." Emperor Long Ao asked again with his spiritual sense, and his voice rang clearly in Liu Jun's mind.

Liu Jun rolled his eyes, and his consciousness responded with a hint of helplessness and ridicule: "How should I know? I haven't tried it. The key is that I don't know how many rounds of heavenly tribulation will strike. After all, God is not our relative."

After hearing this, Long Aodi showed an even more speechless expression on his face. He began to doubt whether he had really found the right person. Liu Jun's casualness and unruliness made him feel a little uneasy. However, time was running out, and they had to find a way to deal with the calamity outside as soon as possible.

"Then what should we do?" Long Aodi continued to ask with his spiritual sense, a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Liu Jun pondered for a moment, and his consciousness responded with a hint of determination: "Since we can't predict the number of rounds of the heavenly tribulation, we can only go all out and prepare for the worst. Anyway, we can't let this thing chop us into pieces."

"How do you go all out?" asked Long Aodi.

"I draw the formation and you set the restrictions," Liu Jun replied.

The two began to make arrangements around the Ten Thousand Demons Cauldron. The difference was that one of them drew the formation while the other drew the ban. Their movements were swift and orderly.

Every rune, every pattern, and every placement of a spiritual stone was carefully considered, because they knew that only by exerting the power of the Ten Thousand Demon Cauldron to its fullest could they survive this catastrophe.

At this moment, another heavenly calamity struck, and the huge force of thunder and lightning directly hit the Ten Thousand Demons Cauldron. Long Aodi and Liu Jun immediately activated the formation and prohibition, and the Ten Thousand Demons Cauldron emitted a dazzling light, absorbing the force of thunder and lightning.

As the calamity continued to descend, Long Aodi and Liu Jun's cooperation became more and more tacit. They used the power of the Ten Thousand Demon Cauldron to resist the impact of the calamity again and again.

Finally, after experiencing countless rounds of natural disasters, the sky began to clear up, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone on the earth.

Long Aodi and Liu Jun sat on the ground exhausted, with smiles of victory on their faces. They knew that they had succeeded, and they had used the power of the Ten Thousand Demon Cauldron to jointly resist this calamity.

"It seems that we are lucky. This thing didn't strike for several days." Liu Jun said with a smile.

Long Aodi nodded, with a hint of gratitude towards Liu Jun in his eyes. He knew that without Liu Jun's help, he might be able to survive, but Long Yingui would definitely be struck to pieces.

The ghost doll, which originally had three heads and eighteen arms, now returned to its original appearance - an eight or nine-year-old child with fair skin, round eyes, and a bit of innocent cuteness. It had a faint smile on its face, as if everything it had just experienced had nothing to do with it, and it no longer had the hideous and terrifying look it had before.

However, although its appearance has become harmless, the aura it exudes cannot be underestimated. The aura is as turbulent as a storm, with a palpitating sense of oppression. It is the aura of the middle stage of the Half-Step Divine King Realm, and it is obvious that it has just broken through and has not yet completely stabilized. It seems a little unstable, as if it may lose control at any time.

Long Aodi's gaze lingered on the ghost doll for a moment, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and looked at Liu Jun standing beside him. The gratitude he had felt before instantly disappeared, replaced by a hint of coldness.

"The one who just underwent the tribulation was your little kid?" Long Aodi's voice was low, with a questioning tone.

He glanced back and forth between Liu Jun and the ghost doll, frowning slightly, obviously dissatisfied with the situation. You know, the heavenly tribulation just now almost killed Long Yingui.

Liu Jun laughed dryly, a hint of embarrassment on his face, then scratched his head, trying to ease the atmosphere with a relaxed tone: "If I say, I don't know it was my little ghost who was going through the tribulation, do you believe it?"

Long Aodi's face darkened instantly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Do you think I should believe it?"

Seeing this, Liu Jun thought to himself that it was not good. He knew that continuing to explain would only make things worse. The heavenly tribulation just now had caused them a lot of trouble. This Emperor Long Ao was probably going to blackmail him.

"Ah, haha, well, the imperial kitchen called me to eat, I'm going to run away first!" Before he finished speaking, Liu Jun grabbed the ghost doll in one hand and the Ten Thousand Demons Cauldron in the other, and ran away with his feet. His movements were as fast as lightning, and he disappeared from the sight of the two people in the blink of an eye, leaving only a puff of dust.

Long Aodi stood there, watching Liu Jun's back as he walked away, his brows furrowed, but he felt helpless. He shook his head and murmured in a low voice: "This guy, a dignified God King, is it really that bad? I'm not extorting money from him."

At the same time, Liu Jun ran wildly with the ghost doll, and only slowed down when he was sure that Long Aodi was not chasing him.

He looked down at the ghost doll he was holding, and seeing that the little guy still looked innocent, he couldn't help but sigh: "You little ghost, you will cause trouble for me."

The ghost doll blinked its eyes, with a nonchalant expression on its face. "Liu Jun, give me a new game console. My previous one is broken."

Seeing this, Liu Jun felt even more helpless, but at least the ghost doll was back, so he could only shake his head and said with a smile: "Forget it, you're fine anyway, let's find a place to hide quickly, lest that fellow Long Aodi catches up and settles the score with us."

After saying that, Liu Jun took the Ten Thousand Demons Cauldron, stuffed a game console into the ghost doll, and continued to walk forward with the ghost doll. Although his steps were still hurried, there was a relaxed smile on his face, as if the tension and embarrassment just now had been thrown behind him.

Behind them, Long Aodi stood there, looking at the direction where Liu Jun left, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He whispered to himself: "This future ruler of order is really different"

Liu Jun was running at full speed, but he felt something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Hey? Why do I seem to have forgotten something?" Liu Jun's voice echoed in the empty wilderness, sounding particularly lonely.

The ghost doll was still sitting on his shoulder, its small body almost blending into the night. It didn't even raise its head, tightly holding a new game console in its hands, with a faint light flickering on the screen. The ghost doll was mumbling something in a low and vague voice, as if it was talking to itself, or talking to Liu Jun.

Liu Jun didn't pay much attention to the ghost doll's behavior. He just shook his head, trying to shake off the inexplicable anxiety. He looked up into the distance. The outline of Nanjiang City was looming in the night, and the lights were like stars scattered in the night sky. He took a deep breath, and the ground under his feet shook slightly. Then his figure flew quickly towards Nanjiang City like an arrow from a bow.

Soon, Liu Jun returned to Nanjiang City. Familiar streets and buildings came into view, and the confusion in his heart subsided a little. He flew straight to his residence. The moment he opened the door, a familiar breath hit him, as if he had returned to a safe harbor.

General Nie Yun and several of his subordinates had been waiting in the yard for a long time. Seeing Liu Jun return safely, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Nie Yun stepped forward and saluted, with a bit of concern in his tone: "Your Majesty, I'm glad you're okay. We were all worried."

Liu Jun smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, just a little tired."

One thing after another has caused him a lot of trouble, and he has no intention of being polite at all now.

After driving Nie Yun and the others out of the residence, Liu Jun walked straight to the bed, fell down, and lay on the soft bed. He exhaled a long breath, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Liu Jun suddenly woke up from his dream. In a daze, he caught a glimpse of three charcoal-like figures standing beside the bed, and he was horrified.

When he looked carefully, he found that there were actually one person and two corpses - one of them was Yang Xiao, and the other two were the emperor's corpses with stiff bodies and charred faces.

"Oh my god, Yang Xiao, Brother Xiao, what are you doing? It's the middle of the night. Don't you know that scaring people to death?" Liu Jun breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that the person standing in the front was Yang Xiao. But then he complained angrily, "Also, did you go to Africa to dig coal? Why are you so dark?"

Yang Xiao's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. He ignored Liu Jun's joke and asked directly, "How did you come back?"

Liu Jun was somewhat puzzled by Yang Xiao's serious tone. He scratched his head and said in confusion: "I walked back by myself. How else could I have come back?"

Yang Xiao frowned even more tightly, and there was a hint of hostility in his tone: "Who did you go with?"

Liu Jun became even more confused. He tried hard to recall his previous experience and said, "I went with you. Oh? No, I went? I seem to have forgotten something..." At this point, Liu Jun suddenly widened his eyes. He finally remembered what he had forgotten - he forgot Yang Xiao in that ghost place, Nether Valley!
Thinking of this, Liu Jun couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and guilt, and hurriedly explained to Yang Xiao: "Brother Xiao, if I say I didn't mean it, can you believe me?"

"I believe you, I believe you, sir."

Yang Xiao's rage was like a volcanic eruption, uncontrollable. His clenched fists drew sharp arcs in the air, and each blow landed heavily on Liu Jun.

Although Liu Jun was quite strong, he could only squat with his head in his hands and let Yang Xiao vent, because he knew that this was too unfair.

Although Yang Xiao's punches and kicks did not carry spiritual power, each strike was full of power, as if he wanted to convey all his anger to Liu Jun in this way.

(End of this chapter)