"Pa pa pa."

Everyone applauded.

Meng Junliang turned a deaf ear to them. He walked into the crowd and looked up at the statue.

"Although my Tao is lost, I know that the Tao you spread... is wrong!"

A faint voice came from his mouth, but it was like a thunder, ringing in everyone's ears.

"Huh?"

The demon's brows suddenly wrinkled, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he shouted angrily: "It turns out to be a lunatic, get him out!"

Boom!

A majestic aura suddenly burst out from Meng Junliang's body, making it impossible for people around him to get close. Everyone looked up and felt a vast and wispy aura surrounding the scholar.

It made him look unreal. He was standing between heaven and earth, but he had a sense of transcendence.

"This, this is..." The old man's pupils suddenly widened, "The body is protected by the aura of Tao, and all evil cannot invade? The man of destiny?"

"Looking for death!" The demon's eyes condensed, raised his hand and waved, and endless black air enveloped Meng Junliang.

But the next moment, he was stunned. The black air could not move forward an inch when it was half a meter away from Meng Junliang. Instead, it took the initiative to retreat as Meng Junliang raised his legs forward. Under the watchful eyes

of the crowd, Meng Junliang slowly raised his hand and pointed at the statue!

"The way of the mortal world is not something you should get involved in! I... will erase it for you!"

Boom!

Like a judgment, a tremendous pressure suddenly pressed towards the statue.

At this moment, thunder roared, and lightning flashed from the sky, directly splitting the black clouds covering the sky. The sunlight shone out and shone on Meng Junliang.

"Crack!"

With a slight sound, the statue actually cracked!

Then the crack spread at an unimaginable speed, and finally covered the entire statue!

"Bang!"

Like broken glass!

The statue suddenly exploded, turned into powder, and collapsed.

The demon was stunned.

The immortal cultivator was stunned.

The group of villagers were also stunned.

They stared blankly at the empty place, unable to turn around for a while.

The black clouds in the sky quietly dissipated, and the sudden light made people dazed.

The statue of the devil is gone just like that?

It was so sudden. He was totally unprepared. It was just like a dream.

"You, you, you..."

In the air, the demon pointed at Meng Junliang, trembling. His rage almost made him lose his mind. "If you dare to offend the Lord Demon, I will kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a beam of light and rushed towards Meng Junliang.

At this moment, waves of black air rose from his body, and then turned into green smoke and dissipated.

As soon as he rushed to the sky above Meng Junliang, all the spiritual power in his body dissipated, and he turned into an ordinary person. Like a plane crashing, he rushed into the ground and fell into a pulp with a "bang".

The other demons also shuddered, and as black air left their bodies, they fell to the ground in exhaustion.

The whole place was silent.

The villagers stared at the debris on the ground in a daze, their eyes changed from shock to panic, then to confusion, until finally despair and anger.

"What are you doing? We are going to die!"

"Why? Why are you destroying our last hope!"

"Asshole, accompany our statue!"

"Master Demon, don't abandon us!"

Many people cursed angrily, and more fell to the ground, shaking all over, and the plague broke out.

One of them suddenly knelt down in front of Meng Junliang, "Immortal, please save us, please save us!"

The others were stunned, and then more and more people began to kneel down.

Meng Junliang tightened the bamboo slips in his hand, and fell into confusion again, saying: "I'm sorry, I... can't save him!"

The group of people were desperate again, and many were ready to rush up and fight Meng Junliang.

Fortunately, the dozen or so immortal cultivators came and pushed the crowd away.

The old man sighed and said, "Senior, everyone in this village has been infected with the plague. There is no way to save them. Come with us."

Meng Junliang couldn't help but ask, "Is it really impossible to save them?"

"There are too many people. There are not enough elixirs. Moreover, with the bodies of mortals, it is probably difficult to resist the medicinal properties of elixirs." The old man looked embarrassed, silent for a moment, and continued, "Plunder occurs from time to time. This is a natural disaster. We cultivators... even if we want to help, we are powerless!"

Which cultivator would be so idle that he would help mortals refine elixirs for curing diseases every day?

And personally use spiritual power to treat them? That's even more impossible.

The disciple behind the old man said, "Senior, we are born in troubled times. What we can do is to guard against demons taking advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos and to eliminate demons to defend the way."

"There must be a way!"

Meng Junliang looked up at the eastern sky, "but my understanding is not enough, so I can't think of it."

He wanted to go back and ask the masters for advice! He

looked at the mortals on the ground again, helplessness and despair intertwined, making his face complicated and his heart surging.

At this moment, he felt that he was as helpless and confused as these mortals.

The old man shook his head and said, "Senior, mortals are so ignorant, there is no need to argue with them."

"Is it stupid? It's just the instinct of survival." Meng Junliang lifted his foot, left here, and walked eastward.

"Master, I remember now!" The disciple behind the old man suddenly said, "This scholar is the one who tells the story of "Journey to the West"!"

The old man was slightly stunned, "So it's him? No wonder!"

He chased after him and said respectfully, "Are you Senior Wu Chengen?"

Meng Junliang's footsteps did not stop, and his voice was leisurely, "I am just a book boy beside him."

The old man chased after him and said loudly, "Senior, are you willing to go to my sect and make a speech? I am willing to serve you as the supreme elder of my sect!"

He was responded to by silence.

Meng Junliang obviously didn't walk fast, but he was extremely elusive. No matter how hard he tried to catch up, he couldn't catch up. He could only watch him disappear step by step.

...

Qianlong Immortal Dynasty.

Two beams of light quietly passed through the air and landed on an open space.

They were two demons in black robes.

They secretly looked around and made sure that there was no one around, then put down the sedan chair in their hands. The sedan chair was very large, in fact, it was more like a huge cage, inside which, there were more than a dozen mortals fainted.

These mortals all had huge red marks from their necks, and the serious ones even spread to their faces. It looked shocking, and it was the sign of the plague.

The two demons smiled at each other, destroyed the sedan chair, threw the group of people down, and then jumped lightly into the forest.

"Hehehe, let the plague spread in the mortal world, let the pain and despair cover this land, then we can spread the power of the Demon God throughout the entire world of immortals, how can those immortals stop us?" "

The road between immortals and mortals begins to reconnect, and the change of heaven and earth is imminent. This plague comes at the right time, it is really God's help to the Demon God!" "

When mortals begin to believe in the Demon God, the demons of the demon world can also come. At that time, even if the immortals come to the world, what will they be afraid of?"

The two talked to themselves, laughing triumphantly from time to time, discussing a bright future.

At this moment, one of them was slightly stunned, and he glanced towards the woods, and asked in surprise: "Huh? Look, is that the sword on the man's back the Demon-Slaying Sword?"

"Impossible? You must be dazzled."

The other person glanced at it indifferently and was stunned for a moment, "It really is the Demon-Slaying Sword! How could the Demon-Slaying Sword be in the hands of a mortal?"

Without saying anything, they approached there together.

"We're rich, we're going to be rich this time! It's like a piece of cake falling from the sky! If we find the Devil-Falling Sword, maybe we can get the initiation from the Demon God and fly straight into the sky!"

"Don't be careless, if it were an ordinary mortal, he would have been affected by the magic of the Devil-Falling Sword long ago, but he is not hurt at all, don't you think it's strange?"

"Amazing! I didn't expect you to observe so carefully, is this person pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?"

"I'm afraid so, why don't we hide in the dark, approach carefully, and give him a fatal blow."

"Good plan!"

The two hid in the woods, approaching Li Nianfan very cautiously, even controlling their breathing and staring at him intently.

At this moment, they felt someone patting their shoulders.

Because they were too focused, they didn't take it seriously at first. After being slapped dozens of times, they finally lost their patience. They

turned their heads impatiently.

Their pupils shrank, and they saw a huge pig head and a bear head leaning behind them, grinning at them.

Their scalps went numb, their hair stood on end, and they suddenly opened their mouths.

But before they could scream, the bear and the pig covered their mouths and dragged them into the depths of the woods, "Brother, let's talk in the toilet..."