Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 570: The Duel: Erlang the Little Sage cannot be invited, the Monkey King comes across the border
In the Qingyun Temple, in the Sanqing Hall, all the people lying on the ground had painful expressions on their faces. Even Aunt Lan, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, had an ugly look on her face.

"Senior brother, what's going on? Is there any problem?" Zhang Huaiyi said anxiously.

Although he couldn't see what was happening outside in the hall, he could hear the noises and knew that a fierce battle was going on outside, which made him very anxious.

In this situation, if it were Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others, they would have been unable to hold back and would have gone out to help, but Zhang Huaiyi had no intention of stepping out of the hall at all.

It's not that he is heartless, but he listened to the advice. When his uncle asked him to stay here, he would not cause trouble. What's more, his senior brother is still sitting on the Diaoyutai here, so he has no reason to go out.

Hearing Zhang Huaiyi's call, Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes. From the first moment he saw the woman in the red dress, he was sure that she was the one who attacked him that night.

He also watched the fight between his uncles and the woman in red skirt. Both sides were from Tianshi Mansion and knew talismans and thunder magic. They were from the same clan and it would take a while to break their moves.

So, he retracted his scattered consciousness and looked at the Qingyun audience lying on the ground. He saw that their faces looked very bad, sometimes fearful, sometimes confused, and sometimes painful.

Looking at Aunt Lan again, her brows were furrowed, and a dark aura was surrounding Yingtang.

"There's a problem in the interior. The devil must have used some trick on everyone in Qingyun audience, and Senior Lan Gu was caught in this trick." Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Can the senior handle it?" Zhang Huaiyi asked.

"It's hard to say!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

As he said this, he recalled the night when he caught the woman in the red dress distracted and she blew herself up without hesitation.

Although he was not seriously injured at that time, the National Master was blown into pieces. If the National Master was not the inner demon that depended on him, but a separate individual, he would have been reduced to ashes.

As the head of the Yuanhuang sect, Aunt Lan is naturally very powerful, not inferior to Yi Qian and Zhang Yi, but Zhang Zhiwei doesn't believe that she can withstand the other party's self-explosion.

We still have to go inside to take a look. Otherwise, if Senior Lan Gu and the people from Qingyun Temple meet with an accident, Uncle Zhang Yi’s trip will be a waste of both money and money.

But once we enter the inner scene, what will happen to the outside world? If something happens, Huaiyi may not be able to withstand it... Zhang Zhiwei said to himself, he always felt that the timing of the red-dressed woman's attack was too coincidental.

Moreover, he observed carefully just now. When she was fighting with her uncle, she had looked in his direction frequently.

Zhang Zhiwei was not sure whether the other party was looking at the people in Qingyun Temple or at him.

If the other party is looking at the people in Qingyun Temple, then there is naturally no big problem.

If the other party is looking at him, then there will be a problem. This is a trap. If he enters into a state of meditation and enters into Qingyun's inner world where everyone is watching, the other party will probably take the opportunity to attack him.

And if he turns a blind eye, the lives of the people in Qingyun Temple and even Aunt Lan’s life would be in danger.

Is this an open conspiracy?... To enter or not to enter, that is the question.

Wait... Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved, and he immediately came up with a plan, and said to Zhang Huaiyi:
"Brother Bai Gei, you come and protect me. I will go in and take a look."

After saying this, without waiting for Zhang Huaiyi to answer, he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes in meditation.

As soon as he sat down, the woman in the red dress who was fighting fiercely glanced in his direction.

And the other side.

Qingyun is in the inner scene of the audience.

Paper clouds float in the sky, a paper sun shines, paper mountains stand tall, and paper people walk all over the ground...

Looking around, everything is made of paper. This is a paper world. The people in Qingyun Temple are confused and dull, trapped in a paper cage.

Aunt Lan walked through the underworld and opened a vortex-shaped passage in the sky above this paper world, and descended here.

In this pale world, it was not difficult to find a few living people. She used her power to burn the paper cage, and then woke up everyone in Qingyun Temple. She rode on a cloud and was about to take them away from here.

Suddenly, a demon with billowing black smoke appeared in this paper world.

This demon was extremely huge, with a black body as strong as a mountain, engraved with runes filled with evil meanings. Just one look at it would make people feel dizzy, and there would be faint sounds like ghosts howling in their ears.

The huge demon had its head in the sky and its feet on the ground. Its pitch-black head just blocked the vortex passage in the sky leading to the outside world.

The demon looked at Lang Gu and the others, and a darkness as deep as ink came over him.

"Fuck you, you idiot!"

Aunt Lan cursed and built a cloud to dodge.

The paper mountains collapsed and huge black hands covered the sky, reaching out to grab them like humans trying to catch a mosquito swinging back and forth in the air.

When the people in Qingyun Temple saw this, they subconsciously attacked the hand, but it was of no use.

Seeing the huge palm coming, Yun Duo drifted and turned to avoid it.

The Qingyun Temple Master was horrified and asked: "What on earth is this thing?"

"This is the Ghost King of the Yinshan Sect!" Aunt Lan took a deep breath and said, "Before, I only knew that he practiced the Dharma teachings, but I didn't know which sect he belonged to. Now that I have seen this demon, it is clear that he is from the Yinshan Sect of the Dharma teachings."

When the other people in Qingyun Temple heard the three words "Yinshan Sect", there was no reaction. After all, this sect was very niche, but the master of Qingyun Temple took a breath of cold air.

"I didn't expect this evil sect still exists!"

The Yinshan School, with its origin in western Hunan, is a sect formed by the fusion of local witchcraft and Maoshan magic. The Yinshan magic that is circulated is unique, combining ghost magic, demon magic, and witchcraft into one, making it the strongest Yin magic.

Orthodox Taoism emphasizes "yang", while some sects emphasize yin and some emphasize yang. However, no matter which sect, although each has its own emphasis, they all take both yin and yang into consideration. Only the Yinshan Sect only practices yin techniques.

What is Yin magic? The art of exorcism, the art of raising ghosts, the art of controlling ghosts, the art of cursing, the art of transforming animals... These evil arts that do not benefit the world or people at all and only steal money and kill people are called Yin magic.

Sects like the Yuanhuang School and the Meishan Sect also practice Yin techniques, but they are also good at Yang techniques such as the Meishan Water Method for curing illnesses and saving lives. Even so, their reputations can only be considered average.

The Yinshan Sect specializes in Yin magic, so you can imagine what the reputation of this sect is. It was once called an evil sect, not much better than the Quan Xing Sect that was hated by everyone. It's just that they have fewer people and act low-key, so they are not as well-known as Quan Xing.

The main god of the Yinshan Sect is the Yinshan Dharma Master, the Ghost Power King. The huge demon that appears in the interior scene is the Ghost Power King of the Yinshan Sect.

"Master Lan, how should we deal with this Ghost Power King?" the Qingyun Temple Master asked hurriedly.

Aunt Lan said, "This is your spiritual world, but she has taken over. Here, apart from the arrangements, strictly speaking, there is no distinction between her and me as host and guest. So let me fight this ghost king!"

Aunt Lan stood on the clouds, pinched her fingers, and began to call on the gods. Since she had invited the gods of the Yinshan lineage to sit here, she would invite the gods of the Yuanhuang lineage to break the impasse. "The mighty spirit, the boundless manifestation, Zhaohui Erlang, the dojo has descended, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the heaven and earth are full of talents..."

While chanting the spell, the Ghost King spread out his five fingers and attacked again.

But at this moment, there seemed to be the sound of drums and horns between heaven and earth, and a huge white light fell from the sky and hit the Ghost King on the forehead, causing it to pause.

Although this white light was too insignificant to the towering Ghost King and did not cause any harm to it, it attracted its attention and its scarlet eyes looked up to the sky.

Several white lights pierced through the black energy surrounding the Ghost Power King and appeared in the sky above the paper world.

In the white light, a divine general appeared. He was over ten feet tall, holding a silver spear and a long sword, with a strong back and strong arms, and wearing bright armor. His skin was fluttering and his armor was shining.

Soon after, several more divine generals stood up, all more than ten feet tall, and arranged in formation, wearing golden belts, red helmets and brocade robes, with fluttering crowns and sashes, looking dignified and imposing, with a sense of majesty without even getting angry.

They were none other than the divine generals Guo Yazhi, Nusi'er, the ghost holding a knife, the ghost leaping over a horse, as well as Meishan generals Guo Shen and Zhijian.

"Master Lan is very clever. He actually invited two of Erlang Zhenjun's followers and two of the Seven Sages of Meishan!" the master of Qingyun Temple exclaimed.

Guankou showed his power, and Tianya made his name known. Guo Yazhi held the black eagle, and the golden-headed slave led the thin dog. Guo Yazhi and the slave were Erlangshen's close followers, the former holding the eagle and the latter leading the dog.

As for Meishan generals Guo Shen and Zhi Jian, they are the sixth and seventh saints among the Seven Saints of Meishan.

"Time is tight and the location is special. This is the only way we can do in such a hurry. I hope they can stop the Ghost King!"

Looking at the Ghost Power King who was pounding the sky and the earth, Aunt Lan did not relax at all. The power of the god invited by the art of summoning gods was not only related to the status of the god itself, but also to the ability of the person who invited the god.

The demon's strength is undoubtedly stronger than hers. As for the Ghost Power King... as the main god worshipped by the Yinshan Sect, his status is even higher than the two Meishan generals. I'm afraid only the first two of the Seven Saints of Meishan can suppress him.

However, she didn't necessarily have to defeat the Ghost King. She just needed to delay him for a while so that she and others could get out of here safely.

"You demon, how dare you cause trouble here? You should be killed!" Meishan General Guo shouted angrily, and then led his troops to fight a fierce battle with the Ghost Power King. For a moment, the divine light collapsed, and the sky of the entire paper world rolled violently, as if it was boiled.

Under the attack of many gods, the black energy around the Ghost Power King dissipated, and his huge and dark Dharma body also dimmed a lot, but it was not damaged at all.

On the way, Lang Gu was holding the cloud and wanted to go out from the entrance. The Ghost King spit out a black light. Although Lang Gu accelerated, she was also attracted by the black light and could not move and go out.

Not only that, the battle between the gods and the Ghost King was also coming to an end. The Ghost King suddenly shrank his body, and despite the attacks of the gods, he rushed into the army of the gods. What followed was a one-sided massacre.

Meishan generals Guo Shen, Zhi Jian, Guo Yazhi and Nusi'er were all killed one after another. The blazing white light slowly collapsed, the Tao was eliminated and the devil grew. The black energy as dark as ink returned and completely blocked the sky again. The vortex channel above the head was almost invisible.

Aunt Lan took several steps back on the cloud, her face pale.

The head of Qingyun Temple was also dumbfounded, and hurriedly walked to Aunt Lan's side: "This, this, this... The divine general was actually defeated. In anger, Sect Leader Lan had to use his profound skills again and ask Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun to kill this monster."

The God will be destroyed. Aunt Lan was very upset and felt that these words were extremely harsh.

Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun is the main god of the Yuanhuang Sect. To invite him, you must follow certain rituals. How can you invite him just by saying so? You are so capable, why don't you invite Zu Tianshi?
Aunt Lan immediately glanced at the Qingyun Temple Master in annoyance: "Don't come here, Yin Yang Laozi, I am not good at learning martial arts, so I can't invite Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun."

The master of Qingyun Temple paused, realizing that he had broken his promise, but heaven and earth were his witnesses, he really had no intention of harming the other party. He almost regarded Aunt Lan as his life-saving straw, and if she could be saved, it would be okay for him to worship her?

The reason for this is not that he, the temple master, is afraid of death, but that there are more than a dozen people in his temple, young and old. If they can't get out, won't the whole family be wiped out?
When he thought of this, he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, because among his disciples, there were several little ones who were less than ten years old.

"It's all my fault. I was lucky enough to seal it, thinking that it had been over a hundred years and there was nothing to worry about. That's why I backed off when the warlords occupied the yard with guns and live ammunition. This is why such a disaster happened. If I had been tougher at the time..."

The master of Qingyun Temple had a face full of regret, almost turning into Xianglin Sao.

The Ghost Power King reached out his hand again. Aunt Lan arranged the rituals and cast a spell to call in the gods again, while riding the clouds to dodge.

But due to the distraction, they were inevitably unable to take everything into consideration. The two young disciples of Qingyun Temple lost their balance and fell from the clouds, about to fall into the mouth of Ghost Power King.

The master of Qingyun Temple was watching this scene with bloodshot eyes, but at this moment, a monkey's howl was heard through the sky.

"Rumble..."

A muffled bombardment sounded, and bright lightning appeared in the space. The lightning pierced through the space and then split like a spider web.

A pair of large furry hands stretched out from the crack.

Then, in the endless paper world, a gigantic ape wearing golden chain mail, tiger head and shoulders, and a bright red cloak, came across the sky like a meteorite, accompanied by rolling thunder.

"Then it was you, a piece of shit, who blew yourself up that night?"

The ape roared at the Ghost Power King.

Immediately afterwards, his body swelled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he became the same size as the Ghost Power King, and punched the Ghost Power King on the head.

Everyone present only felt the sound of bells and drums beating in their hearts.

For a moment, thunder flooded the sky and the black energy that connected the sky and the earth collapsed in an instant. Even though the Ghost Power King was as big as a mountain, he was still knocked back by the demon ape.

"Holding a thunderbolt in your hand, you attacked me while I wasn't paying attention?!"

The demon ape - "National Master" slapped the Ghost Power King in the face with a big-eared thunder, smashing its head into the paper ground.

Finally, it found an opportunity. Last time, it caught the paper man, held it in its hand, and presented the treasure to the big-faced thief. As a result, the thing exploded in his hand, blowing it up badly.

While the Imperial Master was fighting with the Ghost King, Aunt Lan waved her hand and brought the two little Taoist priests who had fallen out back to the cloud.

"Master Lan, what...what's going on?"

The master of Qingyun Temple asked stutteringly. Even if he was slow-witted, he could see that the demon ape was not created by Aunt Lan.

The Little Sage Erlang couldn't be invited, so the Monkey King came? !

"I don't know either, but from what they said, it seems like there is some old grudge between them? In any case, it's a good thing for us."

Aunt Lan looked into the distance, frowned and said that whether it was this paper world, the Ghost Power King, or the armed demon ape, they were all far beyond her expectations.

Whose means were able to achieve this?
Zhang Yi is definitely not qualified, and Yi Qian is probably not good enough either. Could it be that the Heavenly Master has arrived?
But this demon ape doesn't seem to have the methods of a heavenly master.

(End of this chapter)