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

But this must be after the other six demons have left Hell.

Thinking of this, Zhou Lan stretched out her hand, and demonic energy surged forth.

He fixed his true form in space and cast a soul spell on himself.

Indeed, it has been a long time since I've seen my other brothers and sisters.

It's time to go see them.

With a slight smile, he steered his soul straight to hell.

In hell.

As soon as Zhou Lan entered this blood-red world, a stone platform rushed towards him.

"It looks lively here!"

Zhou Lan said calmly.

His voice echoed through hell, announcing his arrival.

"Boss?" A surprised voice rang out, "You really haven't forgotten us?" With wings slicing through the sky, Ximu landed on the stone platform, his eyes fixed intently on Zhou Lan.

"Brothers and sisters, the elder has returned!" As soon as Xi Mu finished speaking, several auras converged and surrounded Zhou Lan in the center.

“You’re finally back!” Basha shook the tentacles on both sides of her face.

Looks like you've got your ticket back!

Di Kui said.

"I think you have something to say to us!"

The Chinese and Soviet soldiers, each holding a thunderbolt, talked as they threw the thunderbolts into the distance.

A scream suddenly rang out from there.

Xiaofeng's gaze remained fixed on Zhou Lan as he said, "It seems the outside world has changed!"

Zhou Lan looked around at his six brothers and sisters and nodded slightly.

Even in his spirit form, he tucked his hands into his sleeves, appearing completely at ease.

He declared, "I have regained control of the demonic energy!"

Before the other demons could ask any questions, he continued, "The capital city has also regained control of demonic energy!"

After those two words were spoken, there was a moment of silence in hell.

They understood perfectly what this meant.

"It seems our time is coming..." Zhong Su stood tall and proud, lightning flashing incessantly with his excitement.

Zhou Lan said, "I promised long ago that I would find a way to save all my brothers and sisters. Do you remember the first day we entered hell?" Xi Mu shook his head, Zhong Su was silent, Ba Sha turned her back, Di Kui lowered his head slightly, and Bo Gang looked at Lü Dongbin in the distance as always.

“You did mention this damned place last time…” Ximu said.

Hell has worn down too much; they don't remember anymore.

"I remember!"

Xiaofeng suddenly spoke.

His bloodshot eyes dimmed for a moment: "You said you wouldn't give up on finding a way out together!"

He raised his head and sighed, "It's been too long. Maybe another hundred or two hundred years? Even I will forget!"

Zhou Lan quietly watched Xiao Feng.

If I remember correctly, his emotions were the least worn down among all the demons.

In the original timeline, he was the only one who, after emerging from the gates of hell opened by the Pangu Box, immediately thought of saving his other brothers and sisters.

Zhou Lan said, "At least you've remembered now, so it's not too late, is it?"

He pointed at Lü Dongbin and said in a deep voice, "He will not be the first, nor will he be the last. Everything that was taken from us will be returned to us!"

"This is a promise from an elder, and it is absolutely true!"

Zhou Lan's voice was light and airy, yet incredibly solid.

The message reached the ears of the other six demons, thundering in their hearts! Their six gazes trembled slightly.

Zhou Lan has already taken the first step; the Holy Lord has regained his freedom, which means they also have a chance.

It's just a matter of how long it takes.

The elder is fulfilling his promise step by step, and there is nothing more reassuring in the world than that.

A moment later, Zhou Lan left Hell and returned to her true form.

When there's good news, of course I have to share it with my brothers and sisters first.

Secondly, let's look at Lü Dongbin's situation.

He was relieved to see that the opponent was bound by the Holy Lord's black magic spell and had no power to fight against the six demons.

Neither he nor the Holy Lord could directly pull their six brothers and sisters out of the gates of hell.

You can travel back and forth, but you can't bypass the rules to directly rescue someone.

There's nothing we can do about it; they only have their own authority.

We need another way to bring the other siblings out.

That solution doesn't exist in this world.

Earth.

A powerful aura descended instantly.

This aura almost instantly permeated everything.

The Holy Lord wandered through his former territory.

Before anyone could react, the ancient demon descended upon his faithful territory.

San Francisco, Dad’s Antiques Store.

"Dad, we're doomed!" Jackie Chan paced back and forth. They already knew the news that Shendu had returned to his peak.

"The immortal gods failed to defeat the demons!" Uncle frowned, horrified. "The age of demons has returned!" Jackie Chan said anxiously, "What should we do, Uncle? We must drive the demons back! Didn't you say that only magic can defeat magic..." "Oh dear—, Jackie Chan, do you want Uncle to fight against the peak of the Holy Lord?" Meanwhile, on the other side.

Valon was steering the bus to a stop at the station.

His face was covered in stubble, and his expression was bitter.

They failed again after being possessed by the Holy Lord last time.

Money, glory, and companions—all left him.

He was taken back to the 13th District prison and, as the leader of the Mafia, is undergoing community rehabilitation.

Despondent, he performed well and became a bus driver.

Just as he was lamenting that this was probably how life was going to be, a robust figure boarded the car.

The car door closed, and Valon habitually called out, "Please sit tight," before preparing to step on the gas.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind; it was the passenger who had just boarded the bus.

He had heard that voice countless times before; he was extremely familiar with it.

Even though the timbre had changed slightly, Valon would never mistake it! The owner of the voice had once scolded him, taken over his body, and promised him wealth and glory more than once.

More than anything, it was a betrayal of the many promises he had made.

But at this moment, the sound ignited his heart almost instantly.

He said, "Looks like you're doing terribly since you left me, Valon!"

Chapter 55 You Don't Understand the Feeling of Having an Older Brother

Valon already knew who the person behind him was.

Inexplicable.

His hands trembled slightly, and he suddenly felt a sense of frustration.

He went from being a gang leader to working his way up to being a bus driver.

He had a lot of unspeakable suffering in his heart.

The culprit behind all of this is this guy behind the scenes.

Holy Lord! If he hadn't met this guy, he could have lived a carefree and privileged life with his own wisdom and methods.

Good looks, charisma, charm, talent... Valon has it all! You know, even District 13, this huge organization, has been driven to despair by the Mafia countless times.

He had never been so unlucky in his life.

Valon ignored him and continued driving.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the Holy Lord had transformed into human form, leaning back casually, wearing a suit and leather shoes with his feet propped up on the back of the seat in front of him.

How carefree!

Just like his former self.

"Weren't you sealed away? How did you come back to life?" Valon asked.

The Holy Lord shrugged, raised the corners of his mouth in a smile, and said, "Vallon, do you have an older brother?"

His sudden question startled Valon.

I don't understand the connection between these two things.

"no!"

Walon Road.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bus went over the speed bump and lurched.

The Holy Lord laughed and said, "Watch your step, driver—" Valon's lips twitched involuntarily; he realized the Holy Lord had changed.

A surge of resentment rose within him, but it quickly dissipated.

He can't defeat the Holy Lord.

Even when the other party was only in a soul state, he was still able to subdue him to the point of ecstasy.

It can be said that experience has shown that even if the Holy Lord knew nothing, he was still very good at manipulating him.

The Holy Lord seemed completely unaware of the extent of damage his words would inflict on Valon's heart.

He simply shrugged and continued the previous topic, saying, "That's a pity, no wonder you're not doing well!"

A smug look appeared on his face, and it was clear he was in a very good mood.

"So, you're here to mock me, Holy Lord?" Valon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"of course not!"

The Holy Lord rested his hands on his shoulders, his gaze lowered as he looked at Valon's retreating figure.

"I'm here to help you, Valmont!"

He said lightly.

His only enemy, Lü Dongbin, was sent to hell by his own hands, and nothing in this world could stop him now.

Even the Holy Lord's demeanor and every move appeared calm and composed.

"Help?" Valmont almost lost his composure. "You should think about yourself first. Jackie Chan will definitely know about your resurrection!"

"And then?" The Holy Lord raised the corners of his mouth.

"My advice is for you to get off the bus immediately and not bring trouble to me!"

Walon Road.

"Jackie Chan? He's no match for me!"

"Holy Lord!" Valon's voice suddenly rose slightly, "Your words have absolutely no persuasive power over me. I can no longer believe you, not even a single word!"

Valon angrily rattled off a string of words, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the windshield.