The Demon King is back, leading adorable kids on an adventure around the world!

Qingming Zhenren's voice was hoarse and trembling:

"Who...who are you?"

Luo Tian did not answer him.

He gently raised his hand and placed a finger on Qingming Zhenren's brow.

Golden runes flowed from his fingertips and entered the depths of Qingming Zhenren's consciousness, like a scalding brand imprinted into his soul.

"I have planted a slave mark in your soul."

From this day forward, you are my servant.

The immortal island of Yingzhou has submitted to the War God Sect.

"Don't even think about it!"

Qingming Zhenren struggled with his last bit of strength, but Luo Tian's fingers remained as still as Mount Tai.

The golden runes took root in his mind, transforming into an indelible mark.

Qingming Zhenren's struggles gradually ceased, his eyes shifting from anger to fear, and from fear to submission.

"Owner……"

He knelt at the bottom of the pit, his forehead pressed against the ground, his whole body trembling.

Master Qingxuan and his other disciples stood at a distance, staring blankly at the scene.

The Ancestor of Yingzhou, a powerful cultivator in the Mahayana stage, was actually defeated in three moves and even had a slave mark implanted in him.

Someone dropped their sword on the ground with a crisp sound, but no one bent down to pick it up.

"Qingxuan, kneel down now!"

Master Qingming shouted, his voice hoarse but carrying an unyielding tone.

Master Qingxuan trembled and knelt down with a thud.

The other disciples also knelt down, the sound of their knees hitting the ground echoing throughout. Yingzhou surrendered.

Luo Tian turned around and rose into the air.

Master Qingming struggled to catch up, flying half a step behind him, his head bowed, like a shadow.

Next stop, Abbot's Immortal Island.

Fangzhang Immortal Island, as famous as Yingzhou, is surrounded by giant waves that never dissipate.

There is a huge golden palace on the island, its glazed tiles shimmering in the sunlight, like an inverted golden bell.

The Abbot—Master Fangzheng

In the early stages of Mahayana cultivation, he sensed the battle fluctuations from Yingzhou and was already prepared.

When Luo Tian arrived, a golden figure rushed out of the palace and attacked without saying a word.

"Abbot's Demon-Subduing Seal!"

A huge golden seal descended from the sky, carrying an aura of suppression.

The seal was covered with dense Sanskrit characters, and its light dyed half the sky gold.

Luo Tian looked up, then raised his hand and struck out with his palm.

Star Shattering Palm! The golden palm collided with the seal, exploding with a deafening roar, and golden light scattering like snowflakes.

The seal shattered, but the force of the palm print remained undiminished, striking Fang Zheng Zhenren.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed into a stone pillar on the island.

"Again!"

Master Fangzheng climbed out of the rubble and formed a hand seal.

Golden light surged from his body, transforming into eighteen golden vajras.

They pierced towards Luo Tian from all directions, each one accompanied by a piercing shriek.

Luo Tian spread his five fingers, and the void contracted in his palm.

The eighteen Vajra pestles shattered simultaneously, turning into countless points of light that fell into the sea like stars falling into water.

"Is there anything else?"

Master Fangzheng's face was deathly pale, and blood still clung to the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and unleashed his trump card—the Abbot's Heaven-Suppressing Bell.

A huge golden ancient bell emerged from the void, its surface engraved with mountains and rivers, exuding an ancient and profound aura.

The ancient bell fell upside down, enveloping a space of hundreds of feet in radius. The inscriptions on the bell wall lit up one by one, intending to suppress Luo Tian within it.

Luo Tian looked at the ancient bell, and a hint of interest finally appeared in his eyes:

"That's interesting. I'll play along with you then."

He didn't shatter it immediately, but instead flashed away.

He dodged the falling bell the instant it fell, and then punched it.

The fist struck the bell wall, producing a dull, loud sound, and a crack appeared on the bell's surface.

"clang!"

Fang Zhengzhen felt a sharp pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The ancient bell is his natal magic weapon; if the bell is damaged, he will also be injured.

Luo Tian threw another punch, and the cracks deepened.

With the third punch, the ancient bell shattered, turning into countless golden fragments, like a broken sunset.

Master Fangzheng collapsed to the ground, his breath weak, his golden Taoist robe torn to shreds by the shattered bell.

"Are you convinced?"

Luo Tian spoke in a flat tone.

Fang Zhengzhen struggled to speak, but Luo Tian's figure had already appeared in front of him, pressing a finger between his eyebrows.

The golden runes entered his sea of ​​consciousness, and the slave seal was planted. Fang Zheng Zhenren's eyes changed from resistance to obedience.

"Owner……"

He knelt on the ground and lowered his head.

Fangzhang Immortal Island, submit.

Finally, Luo Tian, ​​along with Qingming Zhenren and Fangzheng Zhenren, flew towards Penglai Immortal Island.

The two men followed behind him, one on each side, their steps heavy and obedient, like two old dogs on a leash.

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