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He was imprisoned in a mountain of knives.

Blood and bone formed the throne, and countless demon heads formed the steps, emitting heart-piercing screams and wails.

The Asura demon cowered and fell to the ground, staring at the dark figure above the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The robe he wore blended perfectly with the shadow beneath him, enveloping the fleshy throne beneath him.

"Are all the hellish demons here?"

"Reporting to my lord, they are all here."

"This part of hell needs to be emptied temporarily. If you don't want your souls to be scattered, line up and leave. Anyone who dares to run away, hmph!"

"Yes, little brat, you wouldn't dare."

The evil spirits trembled, not daring to utter a single harsh word, nodding their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

Boom!

When the demons saw that the gates of hell were truly open, they were overjoyed.

They were forced to agree in hell because they had nowhere to run. As long as they could get out, they would be free to roam the world. They could go out and kill a hundred or eighty mortals to relieve their fatigue.

However, as they passed through the gate, they saw a familiar face.

All the evil spirits: (⊙⊙)⊙)⊙)!

Then I turned around and looked back.

(╬﹏)﹏)﹏)！

The evil spirits: "..."

Fortunately, the thought of running away only crossed my mind briefly.

It's so sinister; it even has a clone guarding the doorway.

"Senior... what is this?" Mao Xiaofang asked in confusion.

He has spent far more time in the underworld than he did as a human. Every day he hears the wails of evil spirits. Even when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is in charge, those evil spirits spew out filthy language and act as if they are fearless.

This is the first time I've seen them so well-behaved and orderly.

Tan Wenjie nodded in satisfaction: "As expected of me."

In terms of beast taming alone, Demon Lord Tan Wenjie is no less capable than him.

"Huh, are they really evil spirits?" Demon Lord Tan Wenjie walked out. "I thought they would take the opportunity to escape."

At this point, Demon Lord Tan Wenjie seemed to regret that he hadn't been able to go on a killing spree.

The hellish demons all shuddered; thankfully, they were timid.

Tan Wenjie ignored the crazed Demon Lord clone, who was essentially the embodiment of all the evil power within him, and thus had a stronger killing intent.

"How is it?" he asked Mao Xiaofang.

Mao Xiaofang said devoutly, "Ksitigarbha has returned to his rightful place."

As soon as the words were spoken, a Zen-like sound rang out from hell.

With Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's return to power, this viral disaster can be easily resolved.

Suddenly, Tan Wenjie's eyes flashed, taking in the situation on He Yingqiu's side.

"It got away."

"Who?"

"destiny."

"What are your plans, senior?"

"of course……"

boom!
A white beam of light descended from the sky and covered Tan Wenjie again. He had already restored his magical power by taking pills. At this moment, the large amount of magical power that had been borrowed and returned overflowed, turning into surging waves in his body and spraying out from his pores, transforming into a layer of immortal cloud covering his body.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Tan Wenjie unleashed a torrent of magical power that distorted the space around him.

Of course, this is accompanied by a lot of waste.

Suddenly, Tan Wenjie stopped moving.

"Senior?" Mao Xiaofang asked, puzzled.

"I've thought of something that might help with this big battle."

With that, he vanished in a flash.

In another world, intertwined with this world, lies the zombie world of the Republic of China era.

In Renjia Town, in the bamboo grove courtyard of the mortuary.

A table was set up next to the well, and Qiu Sheng was engrossed in folding paper ingots.

Upon returning from his work, Wencai asked, "Qiusheng, have you finished folding the gold ingots?"

"It'll be soon. Ever since Master sent those little ones to Aunt Zhe, we've had to do it ourselves."

The two brothers exchanged a glance: "Sigh!"

"I wonder how Brother Jie is doing."

"You mean he's leaving with Miss Ma to save the world?"

"I mean, even without Brother Jie, we still have to pay for tea at the Tan family's teahouse."

"That's true, we're family."

"I'll definitely tell on him properly when Brother Jie comes back."

As the two were engaged in a heated discussion, the basin of water beside the well began to shake rapidly, the "thump thump thump" sound growing louder and louder. Then, a summons broke through the water's surface and floated in the air.

"what is this?"

"I think I saw Master use this before, but why does this one look a little different from Master's?"

What surprised the two even more was the voice coming from the summons.

"Where are Qiusheng, Wencai, and Ajiao, my junior disciple?"

"Brother Jie?" X2
Qiu Sheng looked up and replied, "Master went to help someone move a grave."

"They moved the grave again. We need to find him quickly; I need help here."

"Is it going to 90 years from now?"

"Yes."

"How about we go help together?" Wencai's small eyes were full of anticipation.

"My signal is bad here, hurry up and find your master, hurry~ hurry~ hurry—sizzle sizzle."

Qiu Sheng immediately said, "If you don't say anything, does that mean you agree?"

One second Tan Wenjie was pretending to have a bad signal, the next he roared, "If you two dare to come, I'll definitely take off your pants and hang you up to let the cool breeze blow on you."

"..."X2
"I'm sending a team over there now; anyone who makes a move will be shot."

"No way, Brother Jie." X2
When Uncle Nine returned, he found Captain Ah Wai leading a group of armed men who had surrounded Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai in a circle.

"What's going on?" Uncle Nine asked.

“Uncle Jiu, I’m just following my brother-in-law Master Tan’s orders,” Awei said smugly. “My brother-in-law said that if either of them dares to make a move today, he’ll shoot them dead.”

Uncle Nine: "..."

He turned to look at his two apprentices.

"What's going on?"

Without a doubt, it must be his two apprentices who have the problem; Uncle Nine still has that much self-awareness.

Qiu Sheng said, "Brother Jie said he encountered some trouble in the future, 90 years from now, and wants to ask you for help."

"The foot moved," Awei kindly reminded him, while aiming his gun.

"..."

"And what about the two of you?"

"He won't let us go."

Their eyes were filled with resentment.

They desperately wanted to go, but the sight of those dark guns brought them back to their senses.

“Ah Jie is still too cautious.”

As the master, he wanted to speak up for his two disciples, but after opening his mouth, he realized that justice resides in the hearts of the people, so he chose to remain silent.

However, it's most likely just a scare tactic; they probably won't actually fire... right?

Uncle Nine went back to his room to get his peach wood sword, Bagua mirror, copper coin sword and other props. Feeling uneasy, he stuffed a handful of yellow talismans into his pocket.

"Master, if there's anything delicious to eat 90 years from now, please remember to bring some back for us."

Although Uncle Nine was full of anticipation, he pretended to be indifferent on the surface and scolded, "I'm going to help, not to enjoy myself. It's very dangerous."

He strode out of the courtyard, calling out, "Uncle-Master, I'm ready."

This time, calling him "Uncle-Master" is absolutely sincere.

Hearing the noise, Captain Awei pushed open the door and came out, only to find the street deserted.

"Huh, what about people?"

Scratching his head.

"Captain, they're moving around."

"Fire! Fire right now!!" ...

21st century.

Under the streetlights, thunder and lightning raged, divine winds howled, and real fire scorched the earth.

Half the sky was shrouded in divine light, and the vacuum zone formed by the condensation of magical power made all living beings hesitate to approach.

He Youqiu knelt on the ground, looking at the three-headed, six-armed figure in front of him, his face filled with undisguised shock.

His brother in this body received an epic boost, and a shameless one at that.

To be honest, he felt that He Yingqiu's strength was likely already at the level of a top expert of the Pangu Clan.

The hanging screen is so big.

Who is He Yingqiu's patriarch? Why is there no record of him in the Heavenly Book?

He may lose, but he won't lose face. He wasn't a combat type to begin with, so it's normal that he couldn't beat He Yingqiu who was using cheat codes.

Seeing that he was about to stand up, He Yingqiu, with his three heads and six arms, appeared in front of him with the force of thunder and fire, and gently pressed the golden cudgel in his hand on He Youqiu's shoulder.

"do not move."

He Youqiu, however, tried to get up again with a smile.

"boom!"

Blood splattered.

He Yingqiu closed his eyes, and tears streamed down his face.

He didn't want to either, but he had no choice. Whether his brother had really gone astray or had been taken over by something else, he had to act decisively, otherwise the situation would completely spiral out of control.

"Hmm?" He Yingqiu, who still possessed Tan Wenjie's magical power, suddenly opened his eyes.

At that moment, he sensed a mysterious aura emanating from the corpse, its presence almost imperceptible.

In the blink of an eye, that mysterious aura had completely vanished, leaving one wondering where to search for it.

Just as He Yingqiu was about to close his eyes to survey and search, the remaining magical power in his body was quickly drained away, as if the skeleton supporting his body had been removed. He Yingqiu collapsed to the ground, exhausted and only wanted to fall asleep.

As his eyelids grew heavier, he saw pairs of feet appear before him.

Shift your gaze upwards.

"Grandmaster, Grandmaster and...Grandmaster, am I about to be annihilated?"

He realized for the first time that Mao Xiaofang had a common face, and that three people who looked so alike could appear at once.

Tan Wenjie said, "The final battle is about to begin."

A golden pill flew from his palm and landed in He Yingqiu's mouth.

He Yingqiu, who was half-dead just a second ago, found himself clear-headed, and all his fatigue vanished as if it had never happened.

Tan Wenjie instructed, "Take my father-in-law and Master Ajiao with you..."

"Cough cough."

"Oh, it's Uncle Jiu's nephew, and Fellow Daoist Mao Xiaofang. Be prepared in advance."

"What preparations?" He Yingqiu asked blankly.

"Plans can't keep up with changes, it's time for the final battle, slurp~ slurp~"

Hearing all sorts of strange noises, He Yingqiu straightened up by supporting his body with his elbows, and then saw the two senior masters who looked exactly like his ancestor Mao Xiaofang eating hamburgers and drinking cola.

Tan Wenjie asked, "How does it taste?"

"A strategic advantage!" *N
Among the Taoist priests who were enjoying their meal, the only monk seemed somewhat out of place.

Master Yixiu asked, "Master Tan, you still haven't told us who we're going to deal with this time."

"Yes, Uncle Master." Master Four Eyes nodded. "But don't worry, no matter who the other party is, we Maoshan disciples will go without hesitation and are willing to sacrifice our lives to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path."

"I'm relieved to hear that," Tan Wenjie nodded with satisfaction. "Actually, everyone, don't worry too much. We also have very powerful helpers coming along. I wonder if any of you have heard of the Human King Fuxi?"

"King Fuxi!" *N
Everyone gasped for breath, and at the same time, an idea popped into their heads.

Stable.

Even with their strength, they would suffer heavy losses dealing with some thousand-year-old zombie kings. Reaching the level of the human king Fuxi would be beyond their capabilities. Calling them over was probably just to create a lively atmosphere.

Both Uncle Nine and Four Eyes deeply understand this point; only when an expert explains it can passersby understand.

Only Master Ikkyu persisted in asking, "Where is our enemy?"

"The Holy Mother of Yaochi".

"Who is that?" Everyone looked confused.

The worlds are different, the systems are not interconnected, and our minds don't match up.

“Of course, the Holy Mother of Yaochi is nothing to worry about,” Tan Wenjie said. “What we really need to deal with is the Heavenly Book, which controls everything since the birth of civilization. You can call it… the Heavenly Dao!”

"Cough cough!" Uncle Nine choked on his hamburger, pulled out the straw from his cola, and gulped it down for a while.

Then he started pounding his chest again.

He didn't return to normal until he let out a long, loud burp.

"Uncle-Master, I'm a little worried about Qiusheng and Wencai."

Si Mu, who was standing next to him, nodded in agreement: "Yes, Jia Le is very troublesome. He'll definitely cause trouble when I'm not home."

"You can rest assured, I have arranged a team to guard them, and I guarantee there will be no problems."

"You don't understand, Uncle-Master. They're fearless."

"I've already given the order: anyone who dares to move is to be shot on the spot," Tan Wenjie said earnestly. "Don't worry, everyone. Even if they really die, I have a very good relationship with the underworld. I can help them find jobs. They can hone their skills in logistics for a few years and then be promoted. What do you think of the positions of ghost messengers under the Black and White Impermanence? Or they could do some clerical work under the judges."

Everyone: "..."

They were actually somewhat tempted by the pie-in-the-sky promise.

"Ring ring ring."

The phone rings.

Tan Wenjie answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"The great battle between King Fuxi and the Holy Mother of Yaochi is about to begin. When will you arrive?"

"immediately."

Tan Wenjie turned to look at Uncle Jiu and the others.

"Let's go, it's time to subdue the demons."

The Maoshan team has reached its moment to shine; they're ready to take down any challenge that dares to surface.

"Ah Jie, for the sake of me being Xiao Shuang's father, tell me the truth: can we hold on?"

"Father-in-law, don't worry. If there's any real danger, I'll run away first for Xiaoshuang's sake, and you can hold the line."

"Hey kid, that's not what I meant!"

Standing up, He Yingqiu asked, "Esteemed patriarchs, how do we get across?"

He discovered that he was the oldest among the people present, but the youngest in terms of seniority.

Tan Wenjie said, "Let's take a car."

"It might be a bit congested."

"It opens just like on the wall."

Meanwhile, the great battle between King Fuxi and the Holy Mother of Yaochi is about to begin.

However, their strengths were evenly matched, and King Fuxi, mindful of their past relationship, did not kill them, and instead retreated while fighting, falling into a disadvantageous position.

However, the Holy Mother of the Jade Pool continued her offensive relentlessly, becoming increasingly frantic.

Just as she was about to collide with King Fuxi, a figure rushed out and hovered in the air.

"Roar!" Kuang Guohua roared, baring his teeth.

The Holy Mother of Yaochi slapped him from afar, sending Kuang Guohua flying backward, crashing through a building, and burying him in the ruins where he disappeared without a trace.

"Is this the only treatment you get for a main character with no screen time?"

Tan Wenjie, who had just arrived by car, sighed with emotion.

"Alright, let's get started!"

The time has finally come for the Maoshan team to make their move.

The Holy Mother of Yaochi, hovering in mid-air, roared, revealing her fangs.

Uncle Nine and the others looked grave.

"Zombie!" *N
Just as they were about to make a move, the shockwave emanating from the Holy Mother of Yaochi crashed into them like a tidal wave, sending them flying backward.

Si Mu rolled on the ground more than a dozen times before getting up and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it, how am I supposed to fight like this?"

They yelled, and our entire team was seriously injured.

They looked at Tan Wenjie, their eyes asking: Are you sure you're not mistaken? This level of battle is something we can get involved in?
Tan Wenjie nodded with satisfaction: So you have such determination. Go for it.

Ma Xiaoling, who was watching from the sidelines: "..."

She hesitated, wondering whether to remind both sides, or simply have them communicate via microphone instead of using such a sophisticated method as eye contact—it would kill them all. (End of Chapter)