The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 111 The Warfare is Fierce, History is Like a Knife
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Zhou Yan swallowed the blood of the drought demon. At the same time, the first divine power Zhou Yan obtained in the jade book, the [Hungry Ghost] chapter, shone brightly, and that original divine power of the hungry ghost erupted with its full power.

As soon as the drought demon comes out, the red ground will be thousands of miles away.

This represents the purest and most terrifying description of ancient droughts by the Yanhuang people.

Although it is unknown where these great demons obtained such a drop of blood and intended to use it to corrupt Xuanzang, Zhou Yan has now swallowed it, and the power of the hungry ghosts has begun to rapidly devour and dissipate the power of this drop of blood.

However, the gap between the two sides was too huge.

Along with the devouring came excruciating pain that almost swallowed him whole. His meridians were twisted, his blood was vaporized, and the immense pain was like a beast roaring in his soul, like swallowing a blazing sun.

What he swallowed was the calamity of a thousand-mile drought.

Zhou Yan knelt on the ground, and the blood from the boy's mouth evaporated before it could even flow down.

Magical power cannot be sustained.

The power of the God of Agriculture's ears of grain is naturally restrained by the power of the drought demon.

Zhou Yan's magical power began to wane, but the magic sword spontaneously hovered around him. Zhou Yan gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, leaning on it. The woman looked at the young Taoist kneeling on the ground. He was extremely weak, yet he exuded an indescribable murderous aura.

It wasn't immediately incinerated into ashes?!
The last person to survive consuming the blood of the drought demon was the daughter of Emperor Xuanyuan.

She could see the distorted air around Zhou Yan, a characteristic triggered by the blood of the drought demon. This meant that Zhou Yan was not only not immediately incinerated into torches and ashes by this drop of blood, but was even beginning to try to devour it.

However, the gap between the two sides is too large.

Zhou Yan will inevitably be devoured by the blood of the drought demon, turning into a torch and burning to ashes, just like the daughter of the Yellow Emperor, becoming a walking calamity.

The so-called blood of the drought demon is the condensation of ancient droughts on this land.

The woman wanted to retrieve the drought demon's blood, but every time she got close, she could feel the scorching evil fire. Faced with this situation, she was powerless and eventually gave up.

When the drought demon's fire finally burned Zhou Yan to ashes.

The blood will still drip onto the earth, piercing through the earth's core and veins, turning thousands of miles into arid land.

An urgent voice urging us on from another location:

"Get out of there! Quickly!"

The woman put away the golden cicada and the two lotus flowers and then left. The hood and veil on her face were brushed by the storm of sword energy that had just enveloped the magic sword. As she left, the veil on her face fell, revealing an extremely beautiful face.

Zhou Yan was stunned, but then felt a sense of absurdity, making him lament the state of the world.

That was Consort Shen, Li Zhiwei's mother.

She was the Crown Prince's concubine left in the Eastern Capital, the person Zhou Yan had promised to find.

At least, her face and her physical appearance are what she is.

He subconsciously wanted to grab the person, but the blood of the drought demon was flowing wildly in his meridians, and with the order of the insect race's altar, countless insect seas appeared. Besides the insect seas, there were also expressionless 'people'.

These people included monks and laypeople, men and women.

Amidst the rustling sound of countless insects crawling and flowing, they remained expressionless, simply staring at Zhou Yan with numb faces and arms hanging naturally at their sides. This, combined with the soft rustling of the insects, created an atmosphere of extreme fear.

A man, exceptionally robust with six arms, wielding a staff made of mixed iron, stepped forward slowly, chanting Buddhist mantras, and said: "Pure and free, compassionate and merciful, supreme Buddha Mother, reborn as a god or Buddha, eternally reborn in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss..."

Fellow practitioners.

The voice was pleasant, calm and gentle, gradually falling to a halt.

"May he be delivered to the Pure Land."

Then, the men and women, in human skin and cicada shells, stood on the sea of ​​countless insects, their hands clasped together, chanting Buddhist mantras in unison.

"Amitabha!"

They pounced on Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan stood up, but the intense fire made him almost unable to move. The God of Agriculture's ears of grain and the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman were fighting against the drop of drought demon blood he had swallowed.

As the god of drought and calamity who was said to have caused thousands of miles of barren land in ancient times, the weight of this drop of blood was too great.

The hungry ghost jade talisman devoured everything, while the ears of grain from the God of Agriculture replenished its life force.

It only temporarily halted the melting of Zhou Yan by the blood of the drought demon.

The swords whistled and roared—

Countless insects and molted human skin surged forward. The magic sword hovered, and the Mingwang Zhenyu Diagram on Zhou Yan's back glowed. In this demon's lair beneath the Buddhist temple, it protected Zhou Yan. However, the magic sword's spirituality eventually became exhausted, and the power of the Mingwang Zhenyu Diagram on his back was also fading.

Zhou Yan's gaze was deep as he sensed the intense power within his body.

Looking at the golden patterns spreading on his arm, and the countless insect demons and molted insects before him.

Slowly clench your five fingers.

A molted insect lunged at him, and his expressionless eyes saw the young Taoist, who should have been dejected and powerless, suddenly erupt violently, his heavy blade slashing horizontally again, embedding itself into his neck.

The sea of ​​insects paused for a moment, and the young Taoist's robe billowed out.

"Huh, huh..."

When Zhou Yan exhaled, it sounded like a blazing fire.

Many external forces form a balance, and only when a person is exhausted will their true inner nature be revealed—whether they are weak or resolute, cowardly or fierce.

At this moment, Zhou Yan's inherent ruthlessness and determination burned like fire. He pointed his sword forward, looked at the countless demons and insectoids, smirked, and shouted, "Come!"

Even in death, it will devour the blood of the drought demon.

And even death...

I'll definitely chop you up!

The insect demon holding the Zen staff looked at the man who was doomed.

Taoist disciples?

Is he a military general or a wandering knight-errant?
These kinds of things always pop up in this world.

He waved his staff and said, "Kill him."

...When Zhou Yan was in crisis.

Ao Xuantao was in the water system, trying to control the water flow, when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He sensed another chaotic divine thought in the water system, interfering with Ao Xuantao's control and control.

Ao Xuantao suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Almost instinctively, he swayed and transformed into his true form. The water surged and crashed into Ao Xuantao's body with a roar. He groaned, and his hundred-zhang-long serpentine body was actually forced to retreat repeatedly by the impact in the depths of the water system.

Ao Xuantao's true form slammed hard against a rock, producing a loud roar.

The pebbles crashed down, splashing onto the water's surface. Ao Xuantao saw a pair of cold eyes shining in the dim water. Those eyes had the dark golden vertical pupils unique to the dragon race, but they were murky.

Amidst the low murmur, a dragon slowly emerged.

The dragon was dead, but insects were crawling in and out of the gaps in its scales, which made Ao Xuantao feel terrified. The dead dragon had successfully transformed into a jiao. Ao Xuantao suddenly remembered the time when he transformed into human form and talked with Zhou Yan.

Yin Zichuan told Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan also said that after the drought in Guanzhong, the Jing River dried up and locust plague followed.

At the time, including Zhou Yan and Yin Zichuan, they all thought it was the problem of the Jinghe River aquatic tribe that caused the great drought and led to what happened later. But now, Ao Xuantao has also seen the rhinoceros spirit's blood transforming into insects and the golden cicada's molted skin.

Thus, what was thought to be clear in the past was revealed to be true.

In the third month of the second year of the Zhenguan era, there was a drought and famine in the Guanzhong region, and many people sold their children to make ends meet. In the sixth month, there was a drought in the capital region, and locusts devoured the crops…

After the drought comes the insect plague.

A thought, a truth, arose in Ao Xuantao's heart.

Could it be that the things my uncles did back then were in collusion with the insect demon?
Or was it that some of the uncles at that time had already become problematic?
If that's the case, then the problem here dates back at least to the second year of the Zhenguan era, 130 years ago. And after wandering for a hundred years, I'm afraid I'll have to have a good talk with these insects.

My lord, this time, we've stumbled into something truly terrible.

Before Ao Xuantao could even think, the roar of the half-dead dragon was unlike the powerful and awe-inspiring roar of a dragon; it sounded more like the flapping of wings of millions of insects.

However, the Dragon Ball under its chin also possesses the power to control water!
The two dragons were tearing and fighting each other in the water.

Ao Xuantao's blood and qi surged, but he had not yet transformed into a dragon, and had no claws or dragon pearl. He was quickly at a disadvantage, and the water became turbid, stirring up waves.

………………

The monk Kongkong hurriedly ran through the grove.

The old monk lifted the hem of his robe and ran faster than Big Black, almost becoming a blur. From a distance, he looked like a speeding wheel. He rushed into the military camp to report on the situation at the Reclining Buddha Temple.

However, it was of no use whatsoever.

The garrisoned army would not mobilize its troops to attack a temple based on a single monk's words, especially a large temple with a history of hundreds of years and flourishing incense offerings.

The old monk was frantic with worry, crying out, "But, but—"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Shen Cangming of Xingxiuchuan is there!"

As the words were spoken, the officer smiled, then burst into laughter. The quartermaster said, "Old monk, leave quickly and stop talking nonsense here."

The monk was extremely anxious, but in his anxiety, he didn't know how to explain or prove anything.

The officer stopped laughing and then said:
"The files of Grand Marshal Guo have been fully examined."

"Shen Cangming of Xingxiuchuan has already died from the pursuit of Lieutenant Li Zhenyue."

"The case is closed, where is Shen Cangming?!"

"You are a monk, so I won't take you. Leave now!"

The monk Kongkong was stunned, almost jumping up and down. He never expected that under such circumstances, Guo Ziyi's good intentions would actually thwart the possibility of the army's departure.

Such are the unexpected twists and turns of life.

He was extremely anxious and desperately ran further and further away, yearning for new reinforcements.

I don't know how far I ran, but the sun had already set, my legs were sore and my mouth was dry, and I wanted to stop. But when I thought of the disaster at the Reclining Buddha Temple, I gritted my teeth and kept going.

There was a bloody taste in my throat.

I saw another legion, but I didn't know whose banner it was.

It seemed that the army was returning from elsewhere, and the troops surrounding Chang'an were so numerous that the monk Kongkong's eyes were blurry and he could not see the banners clearly. He thought that if he did not fight, there would be a drought for thousands of miles and the lives of the people would be lost.

He charged off, and this time, the monk crashed right into the camp!
The army has its own fierce generals, wielding bows and shooting with might!
The monk Kongkong's sleeves fluttered. After all, he was neither a military strategist nor a practitioner of a lineage skilled in subduing demons with his physical body. He deflected several arrows, which pierced through his sleeves and struck the monk. Blood seeped out, and he staggered to the ground.

Taking advantage of this, the monk charged into the army. Amidst the clanging of armor and the chilling sound of weapons being drawn, a series of long-handled swords sealed the old monk within their grip. The monk Kongkong did not resist, but simply shouted:
"Help!

"Rescue!"

He recounted the entire calamity that befell the Reclining Buddha Temple, and the officer coldly replied, "The Reclining Buddha Temple? It was once the Northern Temple of the Sui Dynasty, a place of considerable renown. What calamity or misfortune could such a place possibly have?"

"Monk, do not speak nonsense."

"Considering you don't have any weapons with you, I'll let you go this time. Leave quickly."

The old monk gasped for breath, staring at the banner with a large, embroidered character.

【high】!
high? high?
At this time, a famous general surnamed Gao appeared on the side of the imperial court?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through the mind of the monk Kongkong, and he shouted, "Master Cen, Master Danqiu, let's drink! Don't stop drinking!"

"Danqiu Sheng, Yuan Danqiu are also there, as are Li Taibai, and the Qinglian where the three souls and seven spirits of Li Taibai's daughter Li Pingyang reside!"

"Cough cough cough..."

“Save them! Save them!”

The warhorses that had been passing by stopped, and a man in armor with white hair at his temples said slowly, "...Li Taibai?"

Do not worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for who in the world does not know you?

In the tenth month of the second year of the Zhide era, Gao Shi, the military governor of Huaiyang, led his army to aid Suiyang.

In November, he returned to Chang'an.

They were stopped by the monk Kongkong.

(End of this chapter)