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"So what?" Bei Luo Shimen's voice was terribly low. "Even if it means I have to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire!"

Fengdu Daojun chuckled: "Your courage is commendable, but recklessness will only put both you and your daughter in a more dangerous situation."

Cao Yanbing narrowed his eyes: "So what is your plan?"

Unexpectedly, Fengdu Daojun spread his hands and said, "Nothing special. They are repairing the plank road in the open while attacking Chencang in secret. I will be responsible for the frontal assault. Cao Yanbing and Beiluo Shimen, you stay in the dark and take the opportunity to rescue Shui'er."

Bei Luo Shimen looked at Fengdu Daojun deeply and said, "No matter what your purpose is, as long as you can save Shui'er, I will remember this favor."

"Everyone takes what he needs."

Fengdu Daojun regained his composure and turned to look in the direction of Yulin Street. "Time is running out. We must set off immediately."

Cao Yanbing flexed his wrist and grinned, "I just had a lot of anger in my stomach but no place to vent it."

The four of them quickly headed towards Yulin Street.

On the way, Xia Ling quietly approached Fengdu Daojun and said, "Hey, do you have any other intentions? It's not like your character to take the initiative to help."

Fengdu Daojun looked strange: "What intentions can I have? I just felt that Beiluo Shimen was too pitiful and was willing to help him."

Xia Ling wanted to ask more, but Fengdu Daojun raised his hand to stop her: "We're here."

Ahead, the tall city gate of Yulin Street was already in sight. The Lingjia Army was on full alert on the city wall, and their cold weapons were shining coldly in the moonlight.

Fengdu Daojun stopped and said: "According to the plan."

After saying this, he turned into a ray of dim light and shot up into the sky. In an instant, the wind howled and the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling resounded through the sky.

"The underworld is doing business, all outsiders - please leave!"

With this loud shout, the heavy city gate exploded. Cao Yanbing whistled, "This guy is making quite a big scene. Let's go around!"

The three of them sneaked quickly along the route.

Bei Luo Shimen took the lead, and the ground shook slightly with every step he took, showing his inner anxiety.

Fengdu Daojun stood in the air, his sleeves fluttering like dark clouds. He bent his fingers and made hand gestures, and uttered two words:
"Impermanence."

Suddenly, the cold wind stagnated, and a pale figure stepped out from the void. Bai Wuchang wore a nine-foot-tall hat, with a long scarlet tongue hanging down to his waist, and a mourning stick in his hand surrounded by faint phosphorescent light.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

A purple-black flag flew out from the sleeves of Fengdu Taoist, and wherever it passed, the air was corroded and produced sizzling black smoke.

The moment Bai Wuchang took the long banner, sticky blood oozed out of the ground of the entire Yulin Street, and the bricks and stones of the city wall peeled off, leaving mottled human faces.

A terrified roar rang out from the Spirit Armor Army: "Help..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Wuchang had already waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

When the banner was unfolded, it was like a river of Hades covering the sky. Countless dark blue ghost hands burst out from the banner, and each ghost hand had a mouth covered with fangs on the palm.

When the cold wind blows, even metal and iron melt.

The soldiers of the Spirit Armor Army were like wax meeting a blazing fire; their flesh, blood and armor turned into scarlet streams, which were completely devoured by the densely packed ghost mouths on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

A soldier raised his sword to block, but a pale Lycoris radiata blossomed from the blade. A three-inch-long baby arm emerged from the pistil and gouged out the eyeballs of the man holding the sword and ate them.

The Taoist Lord of Fengdu stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking this gluttonous feast.

Thousands of distorted human faces gradually emerged on the black purple surface of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. The souls that had not yet been fully digested were biting each other inside the banner, making creepy chewing noises.

Bai Wuchang suddenly turned his head, and his empty white eye sockets looked towards a certain city wall.

With a light tap of the mourning stick, countless white maggots crawled out from the cracks in the bricks and stones. They were actually corpse worms from a hidden spirit-armored soldier. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner rolled up, and the worms and the wall all collapsed into a fist-sized mass of flesh and blood, which was swallowed whole by a huge mouth on the banner.

The sunlight was tinged with blood at some point, making the armor on the ground look like shed snake skin, the flesh and blood inside had long since become nourishment for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Bai Wuchang gently stroked the flagpole, and several faces screaming in pain immediately appeared where his fingertips touched, and were then dragged into the depths of the flag by other wronged souls.

Afterwards, he respectfully handed it back to Fengdu Taoist Lord.

Just as Fengdu Taoist landed and wanted to step forward, his body suddenly stopped.

"It was actually me who summoned us, and we were required to return in person. I wonder what this is about?"

The Taoist Master of Fengdu frowned, then put away Bai Wuchang, found a secluded and safe place, and returned to Daluotian.

Small primitive world, Daluo heaven.

As soon as Fengdu Taoist turned around, an incomparably vast and powerful force descended upon him through the sharing of the Hongmeng Seal.

"This is?"

He raised his head and suddenly saw that many Dao Lords were also immersed in this suddenly elevated state like him.

Wait until all the Taoists open their eyes and settle down in their seats.

Lu Chun sat at the head of the group and said, "Now that the Super God World has been conquered by Zi Chen, what you are sharing is the power of the Heavenly Dao of the Super God World."

"Also, Yuanchu Daojun has returned!"

"After integrating into the Wu Geng Ji World and the Super God World, the current Xiao Honghuang World has reached the level of the Xiao Qian World. The Dao Lords present here have also simultaneously reached the strength of the Golden Immortal."

"The next step is to break through the middle thousand worlds!"

"And the focus of our work will be on conquering the Treasure Lotus Lantern World where Taoist Master Qingyuan is!"

"What do you think, Taoist Masters? Please share your thoughts!"

Taoist Qingyuan stood up first and said, "Before that, let me tell you the basic information of the Treasure Lotus Lantern World. Now it can be confirmed that the Treasure Lotus Lantern World is at the level of the Small Thousand Worlds."

"According to the world hierarchy, we can infer that the Three Pure Ones and Tathagata of the West should all be Golden Immortals. Nuwa, who opened up the world of the Precious Lotus Lantern, is very likely to have the strength of a Taiyi Golden Immortal. This needs to be noted."

"But whether it exists or not is still unclear!"

"And my current identity is Yunmeng Lake Dragon Lord, the son of Yang Jian. I have few soldiers and generals under my command. I can't even gather 1,200 Grass Head Gods. For now, I only have some Jiaolong troops that have been trained in recent years. Of course, these are secondary."

"What I'm worried about is that if I want to conquer the world of the Lotus Lantern, I must take the throne of the Heavenly Emperor and the position of the Lord of the Three Realms. But by then, I must have my own team to build the Heavenly Court system, and even the Underworld system. After all, I don't trust other people to use it."

"So I need your help!"

After hearing this, everyone looked at Zhenwu Daojun at the same time.

Taoist Zhenwu's face darkened, and he immediately said aggrievedly: "Why are you looking at me? How can my situation be the same as Taoist Qingyuan's?"

"I was just starting to develop..."

As he spoke, Zhenwu Daojun's voice became smaller and smaller.

Lu Chun rolled his eyes at Zhenwu Daojun, then lowered his head and thought: "The Heavenly Court system is easy, just transfer some from the Little Wilderness Realm. As for the Underworld system..."

"Fengdu, Rensheng, what do you two think?"

(End of this chapter)