Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

With a wave of her hand, Zhou Lan forcefully sent Jackie Chan flying.

"There is a fundamental difference between your magic and my magic!"

He said indifferently.

Lope calmed his agitated heart, looked directly at Zhou Lan, and while gathering his strength, he said, "Just as before humans set foot in the wilderness, the mountains and forests were the domain of wild beasts, I would like to hear the details!"

One scroll after another flew out from his sleeve, and then the patterns on the scrolls were lit up one by one.

He no longer tried to compete with Zhou Lan in terms of gravity authority, but instead prepared to reveal a more substantial power.

"What's the difference?" he asked.

"Humph!"

Zhou Lan snorted coldly, her gaze sweeping over the scrolls beside Luo Pei.

"To this day, all types of magic have originated from ancient times. The difference between us is that I am a demon, and you are a human!"

Upon hearing this, Lopez paused for a moment.

In front of Zhou Lan, a strange and bizarre feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

Just like many, many years ago, so long ago that even he could hardly remember.

At that time, he had just begun to study magic and was still an apprentice, sitting in front of his master's dojo listening to his teachings.

But clearly, what lies before them is an evil demon, an irreconcilable enemy.

"Why do I have this feeling?" Lope asked herself inwardly.

He doesn't understand.

"Magic isn't for ordinary guys like you, young man!"

Zhou Lan made a surprising statement.

"you!"

He pointed at Lope, then casually suppressed his father's beam of air magic, and sneered, "And you, all of you, can only unleash the full power of magic by relying on external objects!"

"As for demons, my brothers and I were never born to need them, because long before you were even born, the most powerful magic had already been created and mastered!"

After he finished speaking, there was complete silence.

Lope glanced at his scroll, while his father stared blankly at his pufferfish.

It seems...that's indeed the case? Father, he needs to use specially treated pufferfish to unleash the full power of his Qi magic.

Or perhaps it's some dark archmage who hasn't shown his face yet, someone even stronger than my father, who would also need to borrow a staff.

Even the earlier sage Lope, who lived before them, inevitably needed to use magic in the form of scrolls.

And the devil.

Whether it's the Fire Demon Lord or the Moon Demon Zhou Lan, they can use magic with just a flick of their finger.

Even opening one's mouth directly, like the Holy Lord, is not out of the question.

In the ancient times of this world, the magic recorded in magic encyclopedias and ancient books was originally used by demon wizards themselves.

Even in later generations after the improvements, to fully unleash the power of magic, a human as powerful as Lope must rely on external objects.

They relied on pufferfish, used magic staffs, and even scrolls.

Lopez fell silent.

After a long while, he seemed to come to his senses, staring at Zhou Lan as he slowly said, "I see!"

"I have always believed that we are enemies with fundamental differences. Justice is justice, and evil is evil..." "Now it seems that we are just standing on different positions and playing different roles in different eras!"

Lopez seemed to suddenly understand something.

Before this, the self-righteous so-called righteous people always seemed to hold the same unchanging idea: the so-called demons are nothing more than evil NPCs, destined to be defeated by their own people who represent justice.

And actually.

They also have their own era, their own civilization, create and control magic, and have their own way of thinking, similar to humans... no, humans, with similar ways of thinking.

So-called magic, especially postmodern magic, whether it's Lope or Old Man, is nothing more than children picking up seashells on the beach.

They tucked one sparkling, beautiful seashell after another into their pockets, thinking they were unique.

In reality, throughout the ages, that beach was once a magical ocean.

However, as time has passed, these later generations have come ashore, picking up the legacy of their predecessors, yet they consider themselves even greater than them.

Upon closer examination, it has a rather amusing quality.

“No wonder you were able to take back the talisman embedded in the armor so easily…” Lope sighed, understanding the reason.

He could neither limit nor defeat Zhou Lan through pure magical skill.

The other party had already figured all this out; they were the rule-makers.

Just like many years ago, when I listened to a very beneficial lesson at my master's dojo.

Lope bowed slightly, then unleashed a powerful surge of energy.

With a wave of his hand, nine scrolls lined up in a row, and he said without hesitation, "Energy Scrolls!"

Chapter 216 The Importance of Authorship

Lopez wholeheartedly agreed with Zhou Lan's "teaching".

He even bowed slightly to Zhou Lan, just as he had done many years ago when he was still an apprentice.

In the realm of magic, demons are the teachers of all.

That's why he's even less likely to hold back.

Nine energy scrolls were arranged around him, shining brightly like nine dazzling orbs of light.

Knowing he couldn't use magic to deal with Zhou Lan, he simply changed his approach.

With the absolute power bestowed upon him by the annals of history, he engaged in a fierce and direct confrontation with Zhou Lan.

He's a smart man; if one path doesn't work, he'll try another.

Zhou Lan, on the other hand, waved her hand casually, her demonic energy of the moon shrouding her in front of her, yet remaining hidden.

He laughed and said, "I thought this was common knowledge. It seems that my two brothers and I have indeed been sealed in hell for too long, to the point that time is almost forgetting us!"

Lope's eyes were fixed on Zhou Lan, and he did feel an unprecedented pressure.

Just like when he first emerged from seclusion and had to face the Holy Lord who ruled the world, he felt an pressure from the unknown; the two situations were exactly the same.

Just as he thought this sage on the path of magic, who was also a powerful opponent who forced him to take himself seriously, was about to utter some philosophical words.

Zhou Lan simply said, "It's not just me, but also Shen Du and Xi Mu. It seems that next time we compile a book, we'll have to add the author's name!"

Lopez: "..." The light on the nine energy scrolls dimmed almost simultaneously.

Lopez was momentarily speechless.

Such a grand musical movement, when spoken by Zhou Lan, felt like something that was picked up heavily but then put down gently.

With a witty, dry joke typical of devils, Zhou Lan seemed to sum up his once glorious era.

Compared to Zhou Lan's age, he was undoubtedly a young man, or even a child.

But compared to his rigid and meticulous nature, the demon before him seemed younger and more energetic.

"It seems I still need to work on my mindset!"

Lope sighed.

As he finished speaking, the energy accumulated on the nine energy scrolls finally erupted, converging into one powerful force that shook the heavens and the earth as it rushed towards Zhou Lan.

Meanwhile, on the ground.

During the conversation just now, Zhou Lan seemed to have inadvertently relaxed her gravitational pressure on Jackie Chan and his two companions.

Having just managed to catch their breath, Jackie Chan's father and Tru also launched an attack together.

Although the talisman was lost, it was still a decent bonus; the magical armor was a powerful creation of Lope's era.

Especially now, with righteousness rampant at its last moment, the amplification of these three magical armors has been increased to a terrifying level.

The fact that Zhou Lan's repulsive force couldn't even destroy them, and the importance that Lope placed on them, is enough to reveal the formidable nature of the situation.

Right now, three sets of magical armor are shining brightly, with Jackie Chan and Tru on the left and right, and in the middle is the huge beam of magical energy amplified by the magical armor by Uncle.

Like three streaks of light, they rushed towards Zhou Lan.

This imposing presence, while not as decisive as Lope's power in influencing the course of a battle, is still enough to have a certain impact.

That's all you need.

That's Lopez's whole plan.

First, the external power bestowed upon the demon was isolated by the Book of Time. To return, one must fight him with the demon's original power and form.

Through the strengthening of the historical records of time, he surpassed the peak holy lord in this world and cultivated three subordinates who were worthy of being mentioned.

The scales of victory are still tipping in his favor.

The attacks aimed at Zhou Lan converged into one, creating a powerful and unstoppable surge forward.

"Bring them to justice! Let the world return to an era of justice! The devil's rebellion should not succeed!" Lope shouted.

Once Zhou Lan is defeated, nothing can stop the altered history from becoming reality.

Because history, from ancient times to the present, has always been written by the victors! The enormous beam of light, thicker than the mountainside, almost illuminated Zhou Lan's entire body.

Even compared to the demonic aura of the moon surrounding him, it was in no way inferior.

Zhou Lan suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, her gaze sweeping over the group, and the demonic energy of the moon rushed towards the beam of light.

The recoil sent his figure flying away like a feather.

In an instant, Lopez, Jackie Chan, and Tru all missed their target.

With the aid of magical armor, the two of them were like cockroaches that could never be killed.

Jackie Chan and Trudeau seem to understand this as well, and rely on it to persist relentlessly.

With an elegant flick of her Taoist robe sleeve, Zhou Lan repelled Jackie Chan and Tru, who were preparing to continue their attack, as if sweeping away dust.

"It is not you who are powerful, but the history books of time!"

He turned to Lopez and said, "But unfortunately, time is on my side!"

"Catch up with him!" Lope shouted suddenly.

The nine energy scrolls all tilted to the side, re-locking onto Zhou Lan's location.

"I think we'll meet again, very soon!"

Zhou Lan spoke lightly and calmly drifted away into the distance.

He boldly turned his back to everyone.

Even with the help of the magical armor, Lope could only forcefully clash with him, exhausting his strength.

But this is also the result Lopez wanted most.

As long as he can hold Zhou Lan off here, even if they both exhaust their power, or even if there is the slightest chance to burn themselves to seal Zhou Lan, he will not let it go.

It's more accurate to say that this was the outcome he wanted to see.

He absolutely could not let Zhou Lan leave like this; he wanted to turn this test of strength into a true battlefield for victory.

A burst of light appeared, and Jackie Chan and Tru got up from the ground and charged again.

But to their despair, a terrifying pressure descended upon them in an instant.

It was as if an invisible hand was slapping them down from the sky and slamming them into the ground.

When Lope reactivated the Scroll of Gravity to help himself and Jackie Chan Tru resist the pull of gravity, he could only watch that increasingly smaller figure.

It gradually disappeared from his sight.

“Mr. Lopez…” Jackie Chan began.

"This is not your fault. The Moon Demon is far more powerful than I imagined!"