Fellow practitioners who live in this mortal world with their beauty

The guards on the city wall stared in amazement, wondering if Lahanzab, the former fourth prince, was actually possessed by a demon.

Relying on Lahanzab's blood and essence, the Demon Lord revealed his true form. He was tall and muscular, surrounded by black mist, and exuded a strong evil aura. His skin was covered with dark gray scales and covered with hideous lines, as if it was the mark of hell.

Its eyes flashed with blood-red light, revealing cruelty and bloodthirsty desire. Its fangs were as sharp as blades. Thick black fog spewed out of its mouth from time to time, covering the sky and the sun, making people feel endless fear.

"Brothers, aim your guns at the Fourth Prince!"

"What fourth prince? This is the devil."

"Fire quickly, don't let him get close."

The gunners of the Khoshut Khanate on the city wall were unable to escape because the Demon King blocked their way after his transformation. They had to suppress their fear and turn their guns around and fire at him.

"Well, it's not very powerful!"

The Son of God waved his hand and a stream of demonic energy not only destroyed the shells, but also reached the artillery directly, with enough power to corrode the turret.

How is this going?

Could it be that the Qing army’s artillery was more powerful?

Now that his true form had been revealed, the Demon Lord no longer pretended to be weak. He waved his hands and released streams of magic power towards the shells fired by Prince Gong Changning's troops.

Uh... not as powerful as before!

Of course, some gunpowder-filled shells cannot match the energy of the explosion of light. The Demon Lord's magic power is equivalent to that of a Taoist practitioner, and he destroyed several shells in an instant.

"Keep firing at the target!"

After pressing the button more than twenty times in a row, his fingers got a little lazy, so Sanbao issued instructions directly to the intelligent system.

"Choo Choo Choo……"

Who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, a series of light energy bullets shot towards the demon saint who revealed his true form like a machine gun.

Damn, I wanted to play cat and mouse and tease this monster, but I didn’t let you fire continuously.

Sanbao looked at the reserve of light energy bombs, which suddenly dropped from more than seventy to over fifty. At this time, twenty light energy bombs were fired at once. He didn't know whether the monster could withstand it.

“Hehehe…Awoo…”

After sucking the blood of several soldiers defending the city, the Demon Lord's mouth was covered in blood. He was smiling strangely as he absorbed their death energy, but he didn't expect that after a light bullet shattered his magic shield, another one followed closely behind, hitting his body in a hurry and causing him to howl in pain.

"Magic shield, magic shield, magic shield!"

Damn Qing army, how could their shells be mixed with real and fake ones, and have such huge power.

There is some delay in the gathering of Demon Lord's magic power, but there is no delay in the light energy bullet. After shattering a magic shield and dissipating, the light energy bullets that follow instantly hit the demon's body again and again.

"Ow ooh..."

Screams echoed inside and outside the city walls, and the Demon Lord's magic power was rapidly consumed.

"Oh no, the Saint Son's true colors have been revealed!"

Several demon followers who were fleeing far away stopped and turned back to check when they heard the Demon Lord's wailing demon language that echoed throughout Lhasa City.

"Should we go back and help in the battle?"

"Death?"

One of the followers rolled his eyes. "Lord Saint Son is a Demon Lord, but he was beaten to his true form. We demon soldiers will just be food if we go back."

"Then...then what should we do?"

"Either live in seclusion or run away and return to the demon clan."

"If the Saint Son can escape, we can still survive if we return to the Demon Tribe. If the Saint Son..."

"Lord Saint Son has already reached the realm of Demon Lord. He has discarded his physical body and transformed into a virtual body again. Those shells should have no effect. He can still escape."

"It has no effect, Lord Demon...how did you reveal your true form?"

"This...you ask me, who should I ask?"

Several people possessed by demons suddenly became hesitant. Without the Son of God to go back and be punished, the punishment of the demons was more cruel than the oil pan in hell. If they did not go back, once their life span was up, they would disintegrate into demonic energy and dissipate between heaven and earth, never to be reincarnated again.

“Ahhh…hahaha…human race, you have angered this Saint!”

The Demon Lord was covered in wounds, his body was in pieces, flesh and intestines were flying everywhere, broken bones were scattered all over the city walls, his face was hideous and horrible to look at.

Oh... so what if I piss you off?

"Go on... I'd better do it one by one. It's a waste of ammunition!"

Sanbao was about to give the command, but when he thought about the fact that more than 20 light energy bombs disappeared in an instant and he didn't know how much light energy it would take to form a bomb, he quickly stopped giving the command and instead manually aimed at the Demon Lord and pressed the launch button.

"emission!"

"burst!"

Fortunately, Sanbao launched the attack in time. The Demon King took a look at his broken body, paused, and flew out of the city wall towards Prince Gong's troops. As soon as he shouted "bang", he was hit by a light energy bomb and his body was blown to pieces.

A gray mist rose up and returned to the city wall.

Damn, he originally wanted to detonate his own demon body and let the Qing army that was possessed by the Son of God be buried with him, but he didn't expect to be blown to nothing by others.

"Ahhh... Human race... This demon king has made a note of this. A gentleman's revenge will not last for ten years..."

"The magic of absorbing souls!"

Without waiting for the Demon Lord to finish venting his harsh words, Sanbao opened the skylight of the flying boat, flew to the city wall, used his skills to absorb the demonic energy transformed by the Demon Lord and began to refine it.

The demons that are not possessed are all virtual entities, invisible to ordinary people except monks. The demon body of this Holy Son formed by the essence and blood of Lahanzab can only return to its original state after being shattered and destroyed.

"Ah... Half-Saint... So it was you who was behind this... against this Saint Son..."

"Yes, it was me who beat you!"

What Holy Son? If you don’t accept it, come and hit me!

"Saints... must not interfere in wars..."

An indignant roar came from the dead air.

"I didn't interfere in the war. It is the duty of a Taoist priest to slay demons and monsters. I can only blame you for showing up on the battlefield."

Sanbao had no time to listen to its howling and screaming, so he accelerated the refining process. The Demon King didn't even have a physical body and was afraid of being seen in the light, so he had no right to talk to him now.

"It's the Imperial Master!"

"The monster was destroyed by the Grand Master!"

"Greetings to the Imperial Master!"

After the demons transformed, Prince Gong and Chang Ning also saw it. They were all young cultivators who had just started out and were barely enough to fill the gaps in the other cultivators' teeth. Now seeing the demons being eradicated by the Imperial Master, they felt like they had survived a calamity.

"Prince Gong, the city gate has been breached, enter the city quickly and don't let them escape!"

"I will obey the laws of the Imperial Master!"

Sanbao unfolded his fish wings and returned to the flying boat, where he easily found several people possessed by demon followers. At the level of demon soldiers, they could not withstand the attack of light energy bombs.

As a few wisps of deathly air floated up, after the Three Treasures absorbed and refined them, there were no more demons in the city of Lhasa.

Not only did they see the demon appear, but the entire city of Lhasa also heard the demon's roar. The Fifth Dalai Lama flew down from the White House of the Potala Palace.

"They are more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything. The demons are nothing but a bunch of useless pieces of mud!"

The Fifth Dalai Lama is now in the stage of Taoist training. It is impossible for him not to notice that demons are possessing the royal family. Since he has not revealed it, it means that there must be something fishy going on between them.

Now the Demon King has been reduced to ashes, and even if he had some shady dealings, the Dalai Lama would never admit it. However, the Demon King was at the level of a human being in the Taoist training stage, and his death sounded a wake-up call to the Dalai Lama.

Damn it, don’t underestimate this group of low-level cultivators, because behind them there is a strong man whose strength is no less than that of the Dao Training Stage.

"A lama in the Daoist training period. This could be Jilong's master, the Dalai Lama."

Sanbao looked at the old lama through the camera. He looked old and frail, and seemed to be on the verge of death. However, judging from the fluctuations of his spiritual power, he was definitely in the Taoist training stage.

The previous Dalai Lamas had not reached the stage of practicing Taoism. The Fifth Dalai Lama finally cultivated his primordial spirit, but unfortunately, even if he reached the stage of practicing Taoism, it would not be possible to increase the lifespan of this physical body.

Because his spirit was flawed and incomplete and could not control his body, the souls of his descendants could only be suppressed and not devoured.

"Little Panchen Lama, I hope you can speed up your cultivation. This body is already over eighty years old, and I can't wait any longer."

The Dalai Lama muttered to himself as he walked towards the other side of the White House where the Panchen Lama lived.

"Can't wait, what does that mean?"

Sanbao was confused after hearing this. Do you want to take over the body of the Panchen Lama?

The young Panchen Lama may have also heard the roar of the demons and was standing on the White House of the Potala Palace on the other side. The Dalai Lama used the light body technique and floated above the White House.

"The imperial army is approaching, Lhasa is in danger and may be lost at any time."

"It's okay! We are both the Dalai Lama and Panchen Lama appointed by the imperial court. In order to appease the various tribes in U-Tsang, I believe the imperial court will not take action against us."

The imperial court will not take action, so why shouldn't I take action too? Old man, just wait for me.

"Gendun Zhuba, you'd better flee the Qing Dynasty and go to Bhutan or Nepal."

"Brother Kezhujie, why do you say that?"

"Brother, you previously instigated Wu Sangui and Galdan to rebel. I'm afraid the court already knows everything you did in secret."

Although the young Panchen Lama looked young, he spoke in an adult manner and even mentioned the Dalai Lama's secular name.

"Escape... I can escape with my strength, but look carefully, how many years can I live in this body?"

The Dalai Lama looked down at his aging body and wondered if he could wait until the Panchen Lama cultivated his primordial spirit.

"You shouldn't have interfered in the secular world. Is power more important than resurrecting your master? Now, both Jilong and Galdan's descendants are gone."

"Humph, if you had possessed me several times before and had offspring with cultivation qualifications early on, how could our age gap be getting bigger and bigger and our cultivation be out of sync?"

Possession?

Resurrect Master?

This... the Dalai Lama and the Panchen Lama are possessed by an old monster?

I found information about the Dalai Lama and the Panchen Lama in my sea of ​​consciousness. If you don’t read it, you won’t know. Once you read it, you will be shocked.

Damn, Gendun Drubba was actually the first Dalai Lama, and Kezhujie was the first Panchen Lama. They were both the proud disciples of Tsongkhapa of the Gelug school.