After seeing the face of Ghost Demon Lord, Night Dragon God couldn't help but suppress the corner of his mouth and coughed lightly: "Ahem, this little blue dragon was accidentally obtained by me in the depths of the East China Sea."

"He has been with me for more than ten years. With all my resources devoted to his cultivation, he has become a late-stage terrestrial immortal with the combat power of a demigod."

“Otherwise, why do you think I dared to compete with Emperor Qin?

The Night Dragon God's aptitude is definitely comparable to that of Dao Yi and others, but because all the resources have been invested in Little Green Dragon for many years, he is unable to make rapid progress.

However, his gains outweigh his losses.

A blue dragon that is connected to his soul and possesses the combat power of a demigod is more reliable than his own cultivation.

“Huh~”

The Ghost Demon Lord slowly exhaled and said in a deep voice: "In this case, I will immediately return to the Demon Clan to mobilize troops and attack the Qin Dynasty in two days."

With the Night Dragon God's current strength, he can already stand on equal footing with the demons.

If they don't agree, then Night Dragon God will conquer the entire dynasty by himself, and they won't get a share of the profits.

The Night Dragon God nodded slightly, with a barely perceptible cunning glint in his eyes.

After the Ghost Demon Lord left, he gently stroked the scales of the little green dragon, with a mysterious smile on his lips.

"The demons are really anxious, so we can use them to test the Qin Dynasty's strengths and weaknesses."

The little green dragon seemed to understand what he said and let out a low dragon roar.

Two days later, the originally peaceful Eastern Region was suddenly shrouded in a strange demonic cloud.

This evil cloud was like a messenger from hell, bringing endless darkness and fear.

With the appearance of the demon cloud, the demon army came like a surging tide.

Their shouts were deafening, as if they were going to tear the whole world apart.

Faced with the sudden attack of the demons, the Qin Dynasty's army was caught off guard.

"Kill, make way for the prince."

At this moment, the Flying Tiger Army under the Night King's Mansion unexpectedly joined the battle and joined forces with the demons to suppress the Qin Dynasty.

This sudden change shocked people. They originally thought that the Night King would fight side by side with the Qin Dynasty to resist the invasion of the demons, but they did not expect that he would betray the Qin Dynasty and collude with the demons.

For a time, the Eastern Region fell into chaos and strife.

On the streets, people were running around in panic, with shouting and crying heard one after another.

"Run away!"

"The demons are too scary, we are no match for them!"

"Damn demons, I'm going to fight you!"

Some people rose up in despair and fought a desperate battle with the demons; some people were consumed by fear and completely lost the courage to resist.

The demons and the Night King's Flying Tiger Army were like a ruthless sickle, wantonly reaping the blood of Qin Dynasty soldiers in the crowd.

Their killing methods were cruel and bloody, which made people shudder.

“Hehehe… Such delicious blood!”

"After staying in the barren Nine Netherworld for hundreds of years, I, Mo Mo, finally got a taste of this flavor again."

“Kill, hahahaha…”

The demon soldiers kept charging and killing like bloodthirsty madmen.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst out like lightning from the distant city, like a golden sun rising in the darkness.

This golden light came rushing with the force of thunder, and wherever it passed, thousands of demon soldiers were instantly reduced to ashes.

Just as the demon soldiers were astonished, an extremely huge golden image of Tathagata slowly condensed like a mountain.

This statue is a hundred feet tall, emitting a heart-pounding Buddhist light all over its body. It is like a Buddha descended to the world, majestic and solemn.

Zhen Chan stepped on the top of the Tathagata's head, and his figure appeared particularly tall and mighty under the reflection of the Buddha's light.

He looked down at the demons below, his voice reverberating between heaven and earth like a huge bell: "Demons, you have been silent for hundreds and thousands of years under the Nine Netherworlds, don't you know how to repent?"

His words were full of majesty and indifference, as if he was already accustomed to the evil deeds of the demons.

However, just as he was about to strike again and deal a fatal blow to the demons, a flying sword suddenly came rushing like a meteor and blocked his way.

Zhen Chan's face turned cold and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. He looked carefully and found that the person who came was Li Sanjian.

He snorted coldly and said, "Li Sanjian, are you going to help the tyrant?"

Li Sanjian's figure gradually emerged in the light of the flying sword.

With a helpless smile on his face, he said, "Zhenchan, this is not what I want, but everyone serves their own master, and I have no choice."

"I can't help myself?"

"Then I will send you to paradise and end this suffering...death." Zhen Chan's answer was cold and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

Before he finished speaking, Zhenchan's body suddenly underwent amazing changes.

His body swelled rapidly, his muscles expanded like a dragon, his skin turned golden like copper, and he looked like a furious King Kong descending to the world.

He slowly raised his right arm, placed it in front of him, and then rotated it in a circle with a seemingly simple movement.

However, at this moment, countless illusory big hands quietly emerged like ghosts.

These big hands are either clenched, open, pointing forward, or across the chest, and each one exudes a heart-pounding aura.

This is one of the highest martial arts in Buddhism—Thousand-Armed Buddha!

"Thousand-armed Buddha?!"

As soon as this move was made, Li Sanjian's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He widened his eyes and looked at the countless illusory big hands with horror, and the speed of the magic spells in his hands unconsciously increased.

"Sword King Sanqingzhe."

The flying sword spun rapidly in his hand. Under the pull of spiritual power, one turned into ten, ten turned into a hundred, a hundred turned into a thousand...

These flying swords at the differentiated points were like sword domains, constantly resisting.

“Ka-ka-ka.”

But after only a moment, the sword domain was crushed by countless Buddha's hands and turned into spiritual energy that scattered everywhere.

Li Sanjian's body was also ruthlessly pierced through, hanging in the air, and he lost his breath.

"Why bother?"

"I usually fight with you a little bit, do you think I can't crush you?"

Zhen Chan looked at the corpse in the distance calmly, and said in a cold and arrogant tone