In midsummer, there are no cicadas or frogs croaking.

The sky was yellow and muggy, the door and windows of the study were open, and a man in official uniform with long beard and long hair was writing quickly.

"In the summer month, there was a great epidemic in the county. The dead were nineteen and countless people were exterminated. The cities and towns were empty, with not many survivors. The dead had no coffins to mourn and send them off. People and ghosts were mixed together. They heard sounds and chased away shadows."

"Although I may shed tears of worry about the people, I can't shoulder the burden of all the people's worries..."

"The guilty minister's last words..."

He took out the official seal and pressed it heavily on the memorial.

After folding it and tying it to the bird, he opened the cage and watched the bird spread its wings and fly away. At the end of his gaze, it seemed that the official's energy had been taken away.

Wet a cotton towel to wipe away the haggard face, and put on his official hat.

Stand up on the stool.

Put on the white silk.

The stool fell to the ground with a clang, and he hung himself from the beam.

The scene retreats from the study room of an official who committed suicide by hanging from a beam. Outside the house, a government official is lying down with a lifeless expression. The scene continues outward, and more and more victims of the epidemic are everywhere. The county government office is dead. There are only dead bodies but no living people in the streets outside the government office. The huge county town is deathly silent.

Drum Tower, roof ridge.

The evil god enjoys admiring his masterpiece.

What can heaven do to me, and what can White Dragon do? I haven't been captured by those monsters. Unfortunately, it is said that bathing in dragon blood can enhance body expansion talents. Who doesn't want to taste dragon blood.

I was very bored, so I took a bronze mirror to admire myself, fixed my hair and raised my chin to study how to take care of my beard.

After playing around with it for a while, how...

In the bronze mirror.

The evil god saw his face rotting, revealing muscles and bones...

His back tightened, and when he looked at the bronze mirror again, there was nothing unusual. It seemed to be just an illusion just now, but the evil god always felt that something was not right, and the sudden change was more like some kind of warning.

"Um?"

The sickly face in the bronze mirror is deformed and distorted to the naked eye.

I touched my chin to carefully confirm whether it was really deformed. It felt ridiculous and unreasonable.

"Maybe it's because I've been practicing too fast recently, and I'm really reluctant to stop."

Touching the cheek with extreme narcissism.

I feel the special dragon aura, which is the mysterious dragon scale worn by the dragon demon. It seems that the Dragon Palace has succeeded after all. I don’t know if the gray dragon guy will swallow the dragon’s blood alone or hand it over. It is more likely that he will eat it alone. I can’t do it on my own.

Great benefits are given to others.

He continued to study the bronze mirror without looking back and said hello lightly.

"Congratulations to Brother Jiao, congratulations to Brother Jiao, from now on..."

The words are not finished yet.

Sudden!

Dazzling lightning burst out of the chest!

"ah……"

The bronze mirror in his hand instantly turned into copper juice and sputtered, his chest was pierced, and a bunch of terrifying lightning pierced from the clouds. The evil god couldn't understand and had no time to think about it. He was instantly severely injured by the conflicting thunder and lightning attributes, and he endured the collapse of his chest and struggled to avoid it!

The ground trembled, shaking building bricks and tiles and corpses everywhere, and the roar was so loud that nothing could be heard.

The huge ferocious dragon claws stepped down, creating a deep pit!

The rich stench that permeated the county was instantly wiped out by the power of the dragon. The huge body of the manic white dragon flew across the sky, and its dragon eyes fixed on the evil god whose body was filled with filthy stench.

"Today! You will die!"

In an instant, the evil god felt horrified that he had lost something...

When he was severely injured by a sneak attack and assassination, his destiny was extremely weak. At this time, Shenlong took the opportunity to speak the true words of the contract, and his destiny, which was invisible to the naked eye, became weak again.

"White Dragon! As a dragon, you are so shameless and despicable as to sneak attack...ahem!"

"Too much nonsense!"

The huge dragon's mouth is getting brighter and brighter.

"roar!"

He soared into the air and spit out dragon flames from a high position. The incandescent fire pillars roared, suppressing and burning the severely injured evil god. The flames fell to the ground and spread out in all directions, burning everything. All objects were turned into ashes in an instant!

The evil god roared and frantically released evil poisonous energy to resist the burning. He knelt down on one knee, raised his left hand to the ground and raised his right hand, gritting his teeth and trembling.

They are all incandescent, and the runes on the robes are lost under the high temperature.

I really can't hold on anymore...

With a bang, he fell to his knees.

The gray plague odor in the raised right hand condensed into a gray barrier, which became weaker and weaker in a short period of time. All he could do was grit his teeth and hold on.

The time was short, but it seemed like half a lifetime had passed.

The white dragon hovering in the sky stopped its dragon flames, the flames dissipated, and the ground burned into a deep pit of hot crystal.

In the middle of the pit, the badly consumed evil god's cheeks were burned, revealing blood-red muscles and white teeth. They were exactly the same as those seen in the bronze mirror before. His arms were charred black, and there were only a few short black charcoal sticks left in his right palm. His robes were turned into rags.

, the chest injury occurred and he fell down due to weakness.

Sky.

The white dragon circled in a circle and dived towards the evil god!

The dying evil god raised his arms out of reflex, closed his eyes and howled in fear.

"Come on! Kill me..."

The terrifying coercion gathered and the strong wind blew the evil god's hair disheveled. He closed his eyes and waited for the huge white dragon to trample him to death. He was pressed to the ground and unable to lift his head.

However, the expected weight did not arrive and the wind stopped.

The white dragon transformed into a human form.

The cloth boots stepped on the evil god's chest.

The evil god, with half of his face destroyed, roared crazily, with saliva dripping from his burned mouth.

"Kill me! Despicable! Shameless! Kill me immediately!"

The intact half of my face hurt, and my ears were ringing.

The evil god looked at Bai Yujun in disbelief. Shang Zai's left hand touched his burning cheek, which was distorted and deformed. His eyes were filled with incomprehension, as if he had been greatly insulted. As the saying goes, hitting someone is not a slap in the face, let alone a high-ranking evil god.

"You...slap me in the face?"

Snap!

Another slap.

I was completely confused, there was actually a god who could slap me in the face.

Bai Yujun bent down and grabbed the evil god's neck and lifted it up fiercely. The sharp teeth at the corners of his mouth showed that he was currently in an extremely irritable mood and might eat people at any time.

"Tell me why you suddenly started a massacre! Tell the truth!"

"Ahem...why should I...say?"

"I told you that I might spare your life."

"Hahahaha... I'm not afraid. Just kill me. You'd better kill me now. I'm just a dog in heaven! Why are you so pretentious!"

"Oh? It sounds very brave. In that case, I will help you perform a blessing ceremony."

Hearing this, the Evil God looked at Bai Yujun in horror.

"what are you up to?"

"Of course I am praying for you. Don't worry, I am a disciple of the authentic Taoist secret book."

He quickly took out a heavy ancient book and opened it to a certain page. He pressed his knees against the chest of the evil god who was lying on the ground unable to move. He held the book in his left hand and drew the Seven Stars of Tiangang on the evil god's face with his right hand.

"No...no...stop..."

What is the difference between practicing evil skills and being filled with evil spirits, being prayed for by a real dragon chanting Taoist scriptures, and being force-fed poison that penetrates the intestines?

After Bai Yujun finished painting the seven stars, he looked up to the sky piously.

The red lips recited the mantra impassionedly.

"Lingbao Tianzun, comfort your body!"

"Blue dragon and white tiger, there are many battles!"

"Suzaku Xuanwu, guard Ruzhen!"

He read out every line of Taoist scriptures with extremely pious eyes.

Raise your right hand to the sky and quickly and accurately form the Taoist prayer mudra.

However, the phantoms of the four divine beasts actually appeared in the four directions around the evil god. The evil demon was surrounded by the four divine beasts. The fear can be imagined. He was tortured by the blessings of Taoist scriptures and was in unspeakable pain. He tried his best to twist his body but could not escape.

Freed from the suppression of the real dragon, he would rather be burned by the white dragon's flames than suffer the pain of the scripture's spell.

After completing the mudra, he pressed it against the evil god's forehead.

"A letter that penetrates heaven! A book that scares ghosts and gods! The Supreme Transformation of the Three Pure Ones! Urgent like a law...!"

"I said...I said everything..."
Chapter completed!