My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Two days later.

Inside the underground secret film set of Chang'an Grand Theater.

Under the blinding spotlights of the array.

The scene was set up as a gloomy and terrifying demonic dungeon.

The two Arhats, Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger, were dressed in coarse linen clothes.

Their cultivation was completely sealed, and although their five senses had recovered somewhat, they were still in an extremely weak state.

What made them even more desperate was that their backs were covered with the "Puppet String Talisman," the latest technology developed by the Ministry of Works of the Tang Dynasty.

Their bodies were completely out of their control, and they were forced to assume various humiliating poses like wooden puppets.

"Attention all departments! Scene 358: The Demon Lord interrogates the leader of the righteous path!"

"Ready—Power on!"

With a shout from the director.

A young man dressed in red, with a sinister and malevolent face, dragged a long, jet-black whip covered in barbs behind his back. He walked into the frame with a face full of fanaticism and excitement.

It was none other than the ancient demon, Blood Slaughter Ancestor, who was forced to work on the film set!

When the Blood Slaughter Ancestor saw the two bald men tightly bound to the wooden stakes, an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy erupted in his blood-red eyes.

What goes around comes around! No one escapes the judgment of Heaven! These two mortal enemies have actually fallen into my hands today!

"Hahaha! You two bald monks, you've finally met your match!"

For the sake of so-called "artistic needs," the old devil doesn't need any acting skills at this moment.

He suddenly flicked his wrist, and the long whip emitted an extremely crisp and ruthless sonic boom in the air.

“Pah!”

Carrying the old and new grudges accumulated over three thousand years, the long whip transformed into a blur and lashed down hard on the stubborn bald head of the Arhat Subduing Dragon!

"I'll teach you a lesson for your usual arrogance and your empty rhetoric of benevolence and morality!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor's eyes gleamed, and the long whip in his hand fell wildly like a storm, lashing left and right, striking the two bald men like venomous snakes spitting their tongues.

The more he smoked, the more his demonic energy boiled over.

The more he smoked, the more twisted and fanatical his smile became, his whole body trembling with ecstasy!

"Didn't your Buddhist sect shout about slaying demons and monsters every day a thousand years ago, chasing me like mad dogs for three days and three nights?!"

"Snap!" Another vicious whip lashed down on Luohan's back.

"Don't you always wear that stern face, pretending to be some kind of benevolent saint?! Keep up the act! Shout!"

At this moment, the Blood Slaughter Ancestor had completely lost his mind. He whipped his whip in dazzling fashion while laughing wildly and gesticulating wildly in front of the camera:

"Hahaha! I love making movies so much! Come on! Let me have even more fun! Art! This is the art of your ancestor!"

In front of the camera.

The Arhat who subdued the dragon was beaten until his skin was torn open, blood gushed from his nose, and he saw stars before his eyes.

He wanted to roar, to fight desperately, and even to drag this madman down with him, but the marionette on his forehead tightly controlled his mouth, forcing him to endure the humiliating beatings and let out miserable groans.

He was roaring madly in his heart, bleeding, and weeping bitterly.

This was absolutely the darkest and most desperate hell he had ever experienced since he became a Buddha!

and this.

This was merely the first day of his career as a stunt double in the Tang Dynasty film industry.

The evil fire in the Tang Dynasty seems to be burning particularly fiercely lately.

On the same day that two Arhats at the Nascent Soul stage, Subduing Dragon and Tiger, were forced to wear coarse linen clothes and become punching bags for special effects in the grand theater of Chang'an City.

In an unnamed abyss eight hundred miles outside Chang'an City.

"Boom—!"

The earth trembled, and countless birds and beasts scattered in terror.

The rock layers at the bottom of the abyss seemed to have been violently torn apart from the inside, and a thick, nauseatingly sweet and pungent smell of blood transformed into a dark red pillar of light that shot straight into the sky!

"Three thousand years! I have finally seen the light of day again!"

Accompanied by a loud, piercing laugh, as harsh and unpleasant as an owl's.

An old man, emaciated and shrouded in a tattered black robe, slowly rose from the abyss, stepping on a swirling cloud of blood.

This person is none other than the ancient demonic cultivator giant who lived in the same era as the Blood Slaughter Ancestor—the Nether Spring Demon!

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring greedily inhaled a deep breath of the air, which was filled with the fragrance of earth.

His sunken eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty and insane red light.

"The spiritual energy in this place is a hundred times more concentrated than it was three thousand years ago!"

"This is truly heaven-sent! If I can find a mortal city and devour hundreds of thousands of creatures, I can not only return to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, but I might even be able to break through to the Void Returning stage!"

The Old Demon of the Hidden Spring was in high spirits.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he immediately locked onto Chang'an, a massive city 800 miles away, radiating an overwhelming aura of human power.

"Let's start with this city!"

The old demon sneered, transforming into a blood-red rainbow that blotted out the sky, carrying a terrifying killing intent capable of slaughtering cities and destroying nations, and hurtling towards Chang'an City.

however.

When he was less than a hundred miles away from Chang'an.

"hold head high--!"

An ancient dragon roar, which only high-level cultivators could hear, suddenly exploded in the mind of the Old Demon of the Nether Spring without warning.

Old Demon Youquan suddenly raised his head.

His demonic eyes, capable of seeing through illusions, suddenly witnessed a terrifying scene that made his soul fly away on the spot!

Above that giant city ahead.

A massive, golden dragon, its body tens of thousands of feet long and with nine claws on its belly, was coiled around it!

The dragon exuded a terrifying, overwhelming human pressure that could crush eternity, and its enormous eyes, as big as the sun and moon, coldly looked down at him, this swarm of flying "little blood mosquitoes".

The destiny of the Tang Dynasty!

Moreover, it is the ultimate national fortune that is so concentrated that it can suppress even a Nascent Soul stage expert!

"Holy crap! What the hell is this thing?!"

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring was so frightened that he almost fell straight down from mid-air.

He felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his spine.

Under the suppression of this fortune, the demonic energy of the Nascent Soul stage within his body was like a mouse encountering a cat, frantically shrinking back into the depths of his dantian.

His cultivation level was forcibly suppressed to the Nascent Soul stage!

"How can there be such a terrifying mortal kingdom in this world?"

The old demon swallowed hard, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"No, a massacre is out of the question. This place is extremely eerie. I'd better disguise myself and sneak in to find out more about it."

Old Demon Youquan quickly put away his flashy blood cloud.

In a flash, he transformed into an ordinary, hunched old man with a pale face, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

He concealed his presence and cautiously blended into the caravans entering the city, thus making his way into Chang'an.