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

Of course, without Zhou Lan's help, it's more likely that she would have already devoured her current territory.

Her territory is located in the island nation of Japan in Asia.

"When demons return to their peak, corresponding immortal gods will also appear. This is a rule etched on the back of the annals of history!"

Zhou Lan made it clear to everyone, word by word.

He stretched out his sleeves, and tens of thousands of elixirs fell like candy beans, piling up into a mountain.

The elixirs he refined were so powerful that they were enough to restore Bo Gang to her former peak after she consumed them and absorbed the demonic energy.

At that time, the immortal god who will deal with his sister will also appear.

Bo Gang looked at the elixir, mixed it with the salt mountain that the Holy Lord had prepared, and began to devour it.

At the same time, the demonic energy she had left behind in this world began to gradually return.

Zhou Lan then passed through the golden portal and returned to the system space.

Projections flashed before his eyes, and his gaze finally settled on the magnificent cauldron.

Without hesitation, he chose this magical artifact.

On the other side, as Pogan's magic power continued to rise, a subtle change was also taking place.

The clear sound of drums echoed slowly.

The Holy Lord looked at Zhou Lan, who had reappeared, his face full of confidence.

He laughed and said, "I hope they will enjoy the welcome party we've prepared!"

As a demon, I should stand up for my brothers and sisters.

The immortal god who is about to appear is Zhang Guolao, and the ultimate demon that Zhang Guolao will face is...

There are three.

fair enough.

Chapter 91 You've arrived? That's even better!

As Bogang's power increased, the drumbeats in his ears gradually became clearer.

Finally, after Bo Gang had consumed all the elixirs, the black demonic energy flowed into the sea and was absorbed into her enormous body.

Her face showed a moment of confusion, then her expression cleared again.

She lowered her head slightly, looking at the two motionless figures beneath her, and called out to them, "Brother, Shen Du!"

She is the second of the eight great demons.

Returning to her peak, everything Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord had done for her not long ago suddenly became clear and concrete.

She stopped eating and remained silent.

"Don't worry, we're all here!"

Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord spoke almost in unison.

Their voices faded, carrying a touch of reassuring calm.

Often, the world is like a row of dominoes; when the first one falls, the rest follow suit.

Bo Gang looked up at the sky.

A subtle ripple is tearing through space, spreading and undulating like waves.

The sound of the drum is its ripples.

Zhou Lan slowly ascended into the air.

The Taoist robe began to smooth out under the influence of gravity, giving it a touch of the free and easy style of a martial arts outfit.

His arms were long and slender, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his pale palms with distinct knuckles and bluish-gray tinge.

Her long hair gracefully flowed from her waist to her front, curving at the end, while her two hands crossed and joined together in front of her chest.

He is ready.

At this moment, elegance and composure, along with a sharp edge, are displayed in a completely harmonious way on him.

The Holy Lord let out a low roar, and his true form began to grow enormous. He took a step forward and stood beside Bo Gang.

The two enormous demons unknowingly surrounded Zhou Lan, protecting her between them.

The rhythm of the drumbeats paused for a moment.

At that very moment, the immortal god Zhang Guolao appeared.

The drumming suddenly became frenzied.

This was an old man who appeared to be bald, with long white hair and beard. His long eyebrows drooped down, covering half of his eye sockets, and he looked rather intimidating.

He held a small, emerald-green drum, its surface shimmering with azure-blue ethereal energy.

"Though the mountains rise hundreds of feet to the heavens, I, old man, have a drum to suppress them!"

As soon as he appeared, Zhang Guolao recited the words.

He stood out from the crowd with his ethereal beauty, and only after he finished speaking did he slowly raise his eyebrows and focus his gaze on the subject.

Just one glance.

The frenzied drumming suddenly stopped.

His long eyebrows twitched, and his originally otherworldly appearance suddenly became somewhat lonely.

"Cough cough—" Zhang Guolao coughed a few times subconsciously.

"It seems the old man isn't in good health!"

The voice of the Holy Lord came from the side.

The ethereal aura emanating from Zhang Guolao vanished instantly. He looked around before finally fixing his gaze on the demons before him.

In fact, he had already figured out the quantity at first glance.

But he didn't believe it.

At that moment, his lips moved slightly, and in the deathly silence, he performed a scene of immortals counting.

"Haha, three!" he suddenly laughed, awkwardly tucking the small green drum into his clothes.

As you can see, you are an old man carrying a speaker, ready to go square dancing, but as soon as you step out the door, you find three burly men blocking the entrance.

The door behind you is already closed.

Excuse me.

How to break this deadlock? This is probably the feeling Zhang Guolao had at that moment.

"Are you kidding me?"

Zhang Guolao muttered to himself.

The Holy Lord then pointed his hand towards the sky, and the inverted, scroll-shaped gates of hell opened with a roar from bottom to top.

"As you can see, we've already bought you a ticket to hell!"

He laughed loudly.

Zhang Guolao gazed at the inverted gates of hell.

If it were just that, it wouldn't be a big deal.

The premise is that he didn't hear the somewhat familiar screams coming from inside the gates of hell.

The Holy Lord slightly raised the corners of his mouth; he seemed to be in a playful mood, deliberately trying to frighten him with a wicked sense of humor.

The shadows of the three demons gradually rose, enveloping his aged body completely.

Without uttering a sound, Zhang Guolao reached out as if testing the waters, moving his hand little by little, and slowly tapped the surface of the small green drum.

The drumbeat lasted for less than half a second.

He watched as the small drum was pulled from his arms and disintegrated into countless fragments in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the black magic spell locked him firmly in place, freezing him in mid-air.

A blazing pillar of fire came straight at us, with no way to avoid it.

Zhou Lan hovered in the air, looking at the sealed humanoid figure, and pointed with her finger.

Within sight, fingertips pressed against Zhang Guolao's body from a distance, obscuring his figure.

He chuckled softly and slowly moved his finger toward the gates of hell.

So Zhang Guolao involuntarily lunged toward the gates of hell.

This is an unstoppable process.

From left to right, Zhou Lan moved her fingers horizontally until her fingertips overlapped with the blood-red color of the Gates of Hell.

The scroll closed, and everything returned to normal.

He then withdrew his finger, only to find his eyes empty.

Throughout the entire process, Bo Gang didn't even make a move.

He simply sat there quietly, watching Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord easily defeat Zhang Guolao.

He was banished to hell.

Meanwhile, in Hell, a new guest finally arrived.

A newcomer with scorched black eyebrows, hair, and beard.

In fact, Zhang Guolao only realized what had happened now, but the demons were too fast.

It was as if I had only changed trains at one stop and arrived at this blood-red world before my eyes.

By the time he realized it, he was already in hell.

He looked up and saw a whistling figure sweep past not far away.

The screams around me gradually became clearer.

The next second, a dark figure that looked extremely disheveled pounced towards him.

Several bolts of lightning and a stone platform followed behind the dark figure.

Only when he got closer could Zhang Guolao finally see the shape of the dark figure.

Lü Dongbin.

He was horrified.

So it turns out I wasn't the first one.

The aura that permeated hell finally became clear in my perception.

They were demons that they had once sealed away.

They are chasing after Lü Dongbin.

"Run, run, you bug!"

Lightning followed closely behind. Lü Dongbin turned a corner in front of Zhang Guolao, and Zhang Guolao then discovered that the lightning was actually heading straight for him.

Unable to dodge in time, he was hit head-on, and smoke billowed from his body.

Instinctively, he lifted his foot to run away.

But he felt a resistance on his body. When he turned around, he saw Lü Dongbin holding his sleeve with a determined look on his face.

"You're here, that's wonderful!" His voice carried a hint of sorrow.

Zhang Guolao's heart trembled, and he murmured, "I have just experienced a great battle, fighting them until the sky and earth were dark. I am now exhausted, and this is not our home ground. What should we do?" Upon hearing this, Lü Dongbin's dark eyes suddenly brightened.

He seemed to have grasped a lifeline and exclaimed repeatedly, "Is that so?" Just as Zhang Guolao was about to nod, he heard him say again, "That's even better!" "Huh?" Zhang Guolao was taken aback.

Looking further, Lü Dongbin's figure could no longer be seen.

In a daze, he looked at the stone platform in front of him.

Behind him, five deep shadows were reflected on the stone platform in front of him, enveloping him.