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

Revenge, revenge! The root of our suffering has now been fully revealed, and this is an insurmountable hurdle to overcome in order to save our other brothers and sisters.

A moment of silence.

In the next instant, four figures flashed.

The saintly figure rushed towards Lü Dongbin without hesitation, while He Xiangu sculpted a lotus flower again and charged towards Zhou Lan.

The lotus buds swayed again, and Zhou Lan pressed down with both hands, unleashing a torrent of demonic energy that caused his wide sleeves to billow and bulge.

The immense repulsive force, like a vast mountain and sea, kept the lotus bud outside.

He Xiangu's expression changed slightly.

After a brief departure.

Zhou Lan has become stronger.

Zhou Lan raised one of her hands, and the gravity pulled her down, dragging He Xiangu's figure straight toward the moon's surface.

A crater suddenly appeared on the lunar surface.

Immediately afterwards, he brought his arms together, and the earth on both sides of the moon rose up high, pulled together by the pull of the two figures.

The entire impact crater was buried and crushed.

The second hand pressed down again, its immense repulsive force like a pillar crashing down on a mountain, striking down violently.

Like an earthquake, the lunar surface cracked and trembled.

Zhou Lan's face remained expressionless, without pausing for a moment.

He wanted to forcefully push He Xiangu into the moon.

Countless dark demonic energies enveloped the area, completely blocking He Xiangu's landing point.

He has now gained the power of the second month and is no longer as passive as he was when they first met.

He glanced to his side out of the corner of his eye.

The Holy Lord was engaged in a fierce battle with Lü Dongbin.

His body, reshaped by the magic Zhou Lan brought from another world, exuded a powerful aura.

The twelve forces returned to their positions, and all their power erupted.

The Holy Lord was in a frenzy; this was his nemesis! A massive surge of demonic fire energy erupted towards Lü Dongbin.

Lü Dongbin, however, simply drew a circle with his sword, blocking all attacks.

Immediately afterwards, he brushed his two fingers together across the blade of the sword in his hand.

In an instant, the sword was enveloped in a radiant glow.

The Holy Lord charged toward him with immense power, while Lü Dongbin swung his sword down at him.

Zhou Lan's eyes narrowed.

The sword slashed towards the Holy Lord, as if falling into a lake, creating faint ripples.

It caused almost no injuries.

However, the moment the sword was withdrawn, a ray of light dissipated from the Holy Lord's body.

The Holy Lord's imposing aura immediately diminished.

"Evil dragon, submit to the law!" Lü Dongbin's face showed neither sorrow nor joy.

What a divine being! With a single sword strike, one of the twelve forces vanished.

Zhou Lan sighed inwardly.

The Holy Lord is different from him; he has far too many weaknesses that can be overcome.

His ability to restrain himself in response to the emergence of "Lü Dongbin" was terrifying.

The moon trembled, and Zhou Lan regained her composure.

A clear, emerald-green light unveiled everything, revealing a gigantic, multicolored lotus flower that stretched almost across the entire lunar surface, slowly unfurling its petals.

Standing on the lotus platform, He Xiangu was like a goddess descending to earth, with one foot suspended in the air and the other slightly bent at the knee and raised. Her hands formed a mudra, and divine light flowed between her eyebrows and eyes.

A divine emerald light spread out, repelling the dark demonic energy.

"You shall submit to the law!" the two immortal gods said in unison.

In an instant, two gates of hell opened in space.

A powerful attraction suddenly swept over them.

Chapter Forty-Nine: What is meant by "Our Bond"?

The pressure suddenly increased! Zhou Lan unleashed boundless demonic energy, pressing down once more on the enormous lotus platform on the moon.

The Holy Lord's situation was even worse than his.

Lü Dongbin, wielding his sword, continuously reaped his power.

With each strike, one-twelfth of it is taken away.

His power transformed into several beams of light, which were thrown into the vacuum and scattered outwards.

The Holy Lord's momentum gradually declined.

This was a power beyond ordinary rules; even the horse talisman, which could dispel all external forces, was cut down by Lü Dongbin's next sword strike.

Zhou Lan raised her hand and used gravity to support the Holy Lord.

Lü Dongbin's power was greater than he had imagined.

With her hands tightly gripping the Pangu Treasure Box and chains hidden in her sleeves, Zhou Lan's thoughts were in turmoil.

This was a gift he prepared for the two immortal gods.

This war is like a scale, with demons and gods on opposite sides.

At this moment, the righteous energy and the dark energy are almost evenly matched.

Any tilt in either direction will cause a backlash.

He must, at a certain moment, give no chance to react, and tip the scales to the bottom as quickly as possible.

And this moment can only be created by him personally.

The twelve streams of light dissipated, and the Holy Lord was already at his last gasp.

His face was bitter, but the hatred in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Walking into a trap, that's all!" He Xiangu shouted, and the lotus platform instantly broke through the demonic energy and rose up, crushing straight towards Zhou Lan.

The gates of hell are right behind us! If they are sealed again this time, there will be no hope of ever seeing the light of day again.

At that moment, Zhou Lan withdrew her demonic energy and stood still.

His gaze was calm and serene as he stared at the ever-rising lotus platform.

Feeling the hellish aura slowly emerging from the vortex within the gates of hell behind him.

There were his brothers and sisters.

He never hesitated, nor did he need to question his own conscience.

The lotus platform crashed in and rose to Zhou Lan's front in the blink of an eye. Without the obstruction of demonic energy, it was even easier for her.

He Xiangu reached out her jade hand, which was surrounded by flowing light, and placed it on Zhou Lan's chest, pushing him toward the gates of hell with unstoppable force.

That was the ultimate preparation for him.

His figure retreated rapidly in the air, sealed by the colorful light, and he had lost the ability to resist.

Immortal gods do indeed possess unstoppable power.

When Zhou Lan returns and the Holy Lord returns to his peak, they arrive with the power to seal everything once again.

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.

As it should be.

but.

Just because it's always been this way, does that mean it's right? That despair, like the crimson blood hanging overhead in hell, pressed down on all the brothers and sisters. Was there really no way to resist? "I don't think so!"

With this thought in mind, Zhou Lan, who was speeding towards the gates of hell, suddenly smiled.

His figure shot toward the gates of hell, an overwhelming attraction coveting everything he had.

"Holy Lord!"

Zhou Lan called out softly, reaching out to the Holy Lord and using gravity to pull his dragon body towards him.

"I am here!!!" the Holy Lord responded, using gravity to rush towards Zhou Lan.

Looking at the two immortal gods, Zhou Lan chuckled and said, "Walking into a trap? Heh, even the gentlest elder has moments of fury!"

He Xiangu frowned, looking puzzled, and asked, "What do you mean?" She suddenly realized something was wrong.

A strange sense of crisis came over me, but I had no idea where it came from.

The two demons are only one step away from being sealed, which is an absolute victory.

So, where does this crisis come from? As he flew backward, Zhou Lan looked at his hands; the Holy Lord had already pounced on him.

Her eyes flickered slightly. Although it was a moment of despair, Zhou Lan showed no panic on her face. Instead, she clasped her hands together as if she had victory in her grasp.

He calmly said, “My brother, accept your elder brother’s gift!”

The next second, just as he was about to be swallowed by the gates of hell.

The demonic energy erupted like a volcanic eruption.

The power scattered in all directions as Zhou Lan recklessly self-destructed! At that very moment, the Holy Lord plunged into the demonic energy that Zhou Lan unleashed.

His hands were clenched tightly, as if he had grasped something.

He had lost all his original power, but two clusters of demonic energy gathered in his palms.

One black and one purple.

This is everything that Zhou Lan condensed after her self-destruction.

This was a step he had planned long ago! The Holy Lord's expression was solemn. He opened his hands, and demonic energy instantly gathered and took shape between his palms.

Like a moon, it was divided in the shape of a yin-yang symbol, and from the Holy Lord's hand, it transformed into two talismans resembling yin and yang fish.

Here, all the powers of the Moon Demon are gathered.

The Holy Lord clasped his right palms together, and the "Dark Moon" talisman, representing gravity, emitted a purple glow.

He then clasped his left palm together, and the "January" talisman, representing repulsion, emanated black magic.

The Holy Lord raised his head, his face no longer contorted in a ferocious expression, but instead revealing a strange piety.

He extended his right arm, and the twelve strands of power that Lü Dongbin had severed returned to him in an instant under the endless gravitational pull of the "Dark Moon".

"Is that all?" He Xiangu chuckled softly.

Lü Dongbin drew his sword and lunged forward again, only to deliver a few more blows.

That makes sense; with the wisdom of demons that have been eroded in hell for millions of years, what ingenious tricks could they possibly have?

In an instant, the Holy Lord's power returned once more. Facing Lü Dongbin, he neither dodged nor avoided, but stood proudly in the air.

His palms suddenly came together.

The purple and black colors intertwined endlessly like swimming dragons.

A tremendous force suddenly arose, pushing away the immortal gods who were coming to kill.

He roared, "My brother, I accept the responsibility you've given me!" As soon as he finished speaking, the two talismans merged into one between his palms.

In an instant, a full moon, hundreds of feet in size, expanded out and stood in the universe.

It appeared out of nowhere, like a dim star, obscure and difficult to understand.

Within the dark moon, the aura of Zhou Lan, the Moon Demon, was faintly revealed.

His demonic phantom emerged from the dark moon.