Shulong Daojun

In an instant, everyone used their own methods to save their own lives.

Bi Lan's eyes narrowed, and with a light tap of her slender finger, water splattered instantly, transforming into a magnificent water curtain that rushed towards the oncoming fire.

Upon contact, it immediately produces billowing water vapor, forming a thick fog that covers all directions.

She turned and disappeared into the mist, vanishing from sight.

The four righteous gods who were near her transformed into gentle breezes, soared through the clouds, burrowed underground, or rushed away.

Chang Geng raised his hand and summoned a phantom mountain to block his path. Then, he clasped his hands together and shouted, "Rise!"

Nine rock walls, each over ten meters high, rose abruptly from the ground and stood in front of him in a row.

Compared to Bi Lan and the others, Chang Geng looked solemn.

The reason was that the person who was hit by that strange beast was him, and the others were only affected by the fire.

As the white fog thickened and gradually thinned, a flash of crimson suddenly appeared.

The fiery river surged and instantly coalesced into waves, rushing towards the illusory mountain image.

The mountain's illusory form remained unmoved, standing on the rocky ground, blocking the surging river of lava.

Chang Geng noticed this situation and his expression eased slightly, but before he could catch his breath, he suddenly became frightened again.

The strange bull-snake beast was dark red all over, with lava flowing freely on its cracked body. It charged forward with its brute force.

The illusory mountain image collapsed with a deafening roar.

Nine rock walls shattered one after another, creating nine large holes. The Jiang River poured in instantly, and the walls collapsed like mountains, crashing down on Chang Geng.

The strange beast continued its relentless advance, closing in closely.

Chang Geng's heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, he immediately flicked his sleeves, conjuring another rock wall in front of him. Then, his figure dissipated, and he was about to transform into a gentle breeze and escape.

Suddenly, a drum sounded, followed by a dense, continuous chorus of drumbeats, like raindrops hitting banana leaves.

But He Baifan slapped his waist drum, and dozens of Taoist priests behind him simultaneously struck their drums, creating a resounding din.

As soon as the drumbeat ended, Chang Geng's form was forced to manifest.

As the drumbeats subsided, he was pinned to the ground, unable to move.

The strange beasts, including bulls and snakes, arrived in an instant.

The bull's head, spewing magma, was aimed at Chang Geng, while the snake's tail lunged at its head, opening its mouth wide to swallow it whole.

At the critical moment of life and death, a divine light suddenly arrived, landing directly on Chang Geng and instantly relieving the suppression brought by the drumbeats.

Lin Shu moved swiftly and arrived in front of Chang Geng.

With a flourish of his sleeves, a pillar of divine light burst forth, directly confronting the ox-snake beast. He then raised his hand and struck repeatedly, one strike aimed at the river of saliva, and the other at the snake's tail that was spewing out waves of fire.

"Brother Chang Geng, quickly use earth-based magic to condense earth spikes to help me," Lin Shu said softly.

Chang Geng felt relieved, knowing he was out of danger. He wanted to express his gratitude, but knew it wasn't the right time. So he unleashed his magic, and the surrounding rocks and ground trembled violently.

Then, divine light parted the river of liquid, dissipated the incoming waves of fire, and shattered the snake's tail in mid-air.

Although half of the magma-formed bull's body had cracked, the remaining part still rushed towards Lin Shu and the other person, arriving in front of them in an instant.

At the critical moment, a thick spike suddenly burst through the rock, shooting straight at the bull's body and lifting it high into the air.

Lin Shu casually swept away the flying pebbles, but his expression remained serious.

Although the strange beast formed from the river of magma and the fire of the earth has been dealt with, the person who used the magic is still around, so we still need to be wary.

He Baifan looked surprised upon seeing this.

He used the sound of waist drums as a starting point, and borrowed the suppressive power formed by the sound of dozens of large drums, but this little Taoist priest broke through it, so he did have some skill.

However, his immortal essence had already reached its peak, and his flesh and blood had transformed into a pure and spiritual body. The spells cast by ordinary immortal cultivators would dissipate on their own when they landed on him.

Although the group of righteous gods in front of him were all righteous gods of the city and had the same cultivation level as him, how much of their strength could they exert once they left their respective territories?

They're just a rabble.

"Beat the drums!" He Baifan glanced around, put his hands behind his back, and shouted in a deep voice.

Instantly, the crowd behind him began to beat their drums in unison, and dozens of large drums resounded simultaneously.

With a loud bang, the river of magma boiled, bursting out scalding bubbles, and magma splashed everywhere.

Two loud sounds rang out, and the ground cracked open, releasing a burst of crimson light.

Three loud sounds rang out, and the river of liquid surged wildly, with pillars of fire erupting from beneath Lin Shu and the others' feet, shooting straight up several meters.

No one dared to be negligent. They hurriedly used their magic to protect themselves, transforming into a gentle breeze and drifting away with the heatwave to avoid the pillars of fire.

But just as they found a place to settle down and their figures became visible, a pillar of fire suddenly erupted. With no other choice, they transformed into a gust of wind and fled in a sorry state.

He Baifan laughed loudly, clapped his hands on the waist drum, and as soon as the drumbeat stopped, a pillar of fire shot precisely into one place.

The righteous god who manifested in the center was burned most of his body, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

As He Baifan struck the waist drum repeatedly, followed by the large drum, one beat after another, large sections of the rocky ground collapsed into pits, leaving the remaining righteous gods nowhere to stand.

Lin Shu landed lightly, avoiding the surging pillar of fire, and pondered: What should I do now?

With the sound of this drum, this terrain filled with fiery rivers was perfect for He Baifan.

With just a tap of his drum, the earth would erupt in flames and rivers of liquid would gush forth. No one could dodge in time, so how could they possibly injure or capture him?

The most urgent task is to break the continuous drumbeats, especially the loud drumbeats.

Owls are a menace; their feathers should be clipped first.

Lin Shu narrowed his eyes, staring at the group of Taoists beating the drum. After a moment's thought, he had an idea in mind.

He immediately protected himself with divine light, transformed into a gentle breeze, and arrived in front of Chang Geng in a moment.

Chang Geng was busy dodging the pillars of fire when he saw this and was startled. Before he could speak, Lin Shu's telepathic message arrived:

"Brother Chang Geng, this is urgent, please do this..."

Chang Geng frowned slightly, hesitating to speak, but seeing Lin Shu's expression, he pondered for a moment and finally nodded in reply: "Leave this matter to me, young friend, be careful."

Having said that, he unleashed his magical power, slammed his large hand heavily on the ground, lifting up large chunks of rock, and with a flick of his sleeve, shot towards He Baifan.

He then transmitted his voice to Bilan and the others: "Everyone, although the fire pillar is fierce, there is a safe place, which is where He Baifan is."

The closer you are to him, the less likely you are to be harmed by the gushing river of liquid and the attack of the pillars of fire, and the more likely you are to seize him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Geng used Earth Escape to avoid the magma area and rushed towards He Baifan.

After listening, Bilan and the others thought about it for a moment and realized that what he said made sense. They immediately stopped hesitating and used their own methods to follow him.

The more dangerous the place, the safer it is.

Although there was danger around He Baifan, there were no pillars of fire spewing out, making it a safe place.

Lin Shu had already seized the opportunity, transforming into a gentle breeze and following the shooting rocks.

In the distance, He Baifan raised an eyebrow, already understanding the intentions of the others.

The method is indeed a good one, but unfortunately, it's been underestimated.

Ah, such actions are like walking into a trap.

"Beat it!" He slammed his large hand down, his beard and hair bristling.

The drums thundered, and a muffled sound suddenly arose.

However, this time it did not ignite the river of earthly fire and lava, but instead transformed into a deep sonic wave that enveloped all directions.

In an instant, Chang Geng, Bi Lan and the others felt dizzy and their blood and qi surged, and their protective magic also became somewhat sluggish.

They immediately staggered, each forced to manifest and stop.