Chapter 316: National Treasure: Dragon Head Guillotine

Gu Chen looked at the ghosts pouring out of the ghost gate and rushing towards the evil dragon under the leadership of five little ghosts. He then looked at the Wu Zang monk who had passed away. The monk now no longer looked like Tathagata or Maitreya. Dots of corpse spots dotted his body. The thick deathly aura and yin energy were connected to the weird creatures, nourishing them.

"Xin, are you there?"

"Yes, do you want to trade?"

"If I pay the price, can I defeat that evil dragon?" Gu Chen asked.

"It's easy to take. You are naturally able to restrain him. And for me, that evil dragon smells really good. I can hardly bear it anymore."

Gu Chen felt the hunger rising again and was silent for a moment: "I... will think about it again."

"Oh? Why are you wavering? Are you moved by their selfless dedication, or is it because the friend you just met is facing a life-and-death crisis? Is it worth giving up one-fifth of your life for a few strangers you have never met?
According to my observation, except for the masked man and your friend, the others are determined to die. Although I don’t know what they have been through, their hearts have long been dead and they are now just zombies wandering the world.

And you are only eighteen years old, and you have been away from home for only a month. There are still beautiful rivers and mountains waiting for you to appreciate. How can you shorten your life so easily just to save a few people?
If you ask me, you'd better run away! Out of sight, out of mind. Now the evil world has come, and tragic things are happening everywhere. Can you save one person and save millions of people? Serving the people is just a lie, saving the world is just a lie. If you can't save them, even if I give you ten or a hundred chances, you can't shake it at all. This is the trend of the times!" The voice persuaded, as if it didn't want Gu Chen's life.

Gu Chen looked at Taoist Tianchen who had already joined the battle, and then looked at the large area of ​​ashes in the city. The ashes were endless and piled up in a thick layer. There used to be a huge strange tree there, and further ahead, there were people living and working in peace and contentment in the city. Now, everything is gone, only ashes remain.

"My father once taught me that a real man has his own ways and his own ways. They were willing to face death just to stop the evil dragon from wreaking havoc on all living beings. I don't have such lofty ambitions, nor do I have a heart for the common people, but I don't like tragedy," Gu Chen said, "and I've been annoyed with the evil dragon that has been swaying in front of me for a long time."

"Difficult to interpret emotions, inexplicable impulses," the voice sounded, "In my opinion, this is extremely stupid, 100% foolish, extremely stubborn, and extremely stupid!"

In mid-air, Qinglong looked at the chaotic battlefield and said to Yan Jing: "Can you use Yangming's magical power? Buy me some time. I am going to burn the life candle in exchange for a chance to use the treasure."

Yan Jing looked at Qinglong suddenly, and just then he noticed a strange aura: "How long have you been preparing the treasure's descending spell?"

"It was probably when I stepped into Jinzhou City and found that the giant tree was not something that we could handle in a short time. You don't think that as one of the Four Symbols, this is the only way you can do, right, little friend from the Pure Yang Sect?"

The Qinglong turned his head. In addition to the golden wheel that spewed flames and the sword case that controlled the flying sword, there were also various magic weapons emitting green light, such as the Zaolu Umbrella, the Ice Bow, the Fiery Sun Eight Treasures Handkerchief, the Demon-Devouring Yinjing Knife, etc., hovering in the air, showing their divine power to the evil dragon.

He gently took off the mask, revealing a horrible face. His lips had rotted away, his teeth and gums were exposed, his eye sockets were sunken, his wrinkled eyeballs kept rolling around, and his dry face was like old wood.

“After all, as the Four Symbols, we are nothing more than evil spirits that died once and crawled back to the world of the living.” Qinglong spoke softly, and raised his hand. A candlestick appeared in his palm, and tiny flames swayed everywhere.

The Four Symbols of the Wangluo Division often go to dangerous places and experience countless strange and bizarre things, but except for major events, they rarely suffer casualties. This is because they are all living dead, dead people who were awakened by the Taoist priests of the Imperial Observatory with a secret method, and then cultivated into zombies using the method of refining corpses and various yin materials. The candlestick in Qinglong's hand is his life. When the candle on the candlestick burns, it can drive the corpse to move, and if it is extinguished... the flame shook for a while, and suddenly the flame became smaller, but the palm-long candle burned violently, and in a blink of an eye only half of it was left, and the wax oil flowed, and Qinglong's breath weakened, but a more magnificent momentum appeared.

The evil dragon, who was playing with a fly in the air, suddenly turned around and stared at Qinglong, allowing the Yintai Knife and the Ten Thousand Ghosts to leave wounds on his body. His flesh and blood rolled, and the wounds disappeared. His body even became tougher. He, the newborn evil dragon, was still growing!
There was a trace of fear in the evil dragon's huge eyes. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a ball of black mist gathered in his mouth, emitting a fierce aura. Then an unparalleled black beam of light was spewed out. The swarming ghosts turned into black smoke without any resistance, and even the open ghost gate had a corner wiped out.

Qinglong was staring at the candlestick, and a shadow slowly took shape behind him. Yan Jing looked at the mighty column of light coming towards him, took a deep breath, and golden light burst out from his body.

"The brilliant and blazing sun sweeps away demons and evil, Yangming's magical power, Samadhi True Fire!"

The pure Yang energy in his body traveled throughout his body, bringing him pain like being cut by a knife. In this world, the flesh and blood of everyone is Yin, and if he tried to practice pure Yang, it would be like practicing the Seven Injury Fist, which would injure himself by three thousand and injure the enemy by eight hundred. However, these eight hundred were powerful enough.

A point of pure yang rose from his heart, came out of his body, and turned into a vast bright fire. The black light column was swept away as soon as it came into contact with the real fire. Wisps of flame came out of Yan Jing's mouth and nose, and his body trembled slightly. He held the light column three feet in front of him, preventing it from moving forward an inch.

After spitting out the beam of light, the evil dragon did not stop, but flew straight towards them with its body swaying.

Qinglong looked at the candle that was about to burn to the bottom of the candlestick and exhaled lightly: "I bow down to the great virtue of the saint, which can resolve a thousand disasters and a hundred calamities. The grace of the gods is so great that it can bring down a hundred blessings and auspiciousness. I, your disciple, hereby request the national weapon, the Zhenwu Dragon Head Guillotine, to descend!"

The shadow behind him became real, revealing its true appearance, which was a gilded dragon guillotine with a dragon head located in the center of the pedestal. The side base of the pedestal was carved with golden scales, with the words "Kill the Evil and Slay the Demon" engraved on it.

As the common ruler of the mortal world, Da Chong is able to stand firm in this evil world where strange things are rampant and immortals and Buddhas occasionally descend to the world. This is not only due to his Net Luosi that kills evil and beheads evildoers, but also because of the treasures forged with the strength of an entire country.

These treasures were originally made of materials left over from strange creatures, and were born with a hint of evil. The more strange creatures he killed, the more powerful they became. It was not so much that Da Chong used treasures to kill strange creatures, but rather that he used those strange creatures to nurture an evil treasure. These treasures were named "national treasures" by Da Chong, and they were meant to be the power of heaven and to stabilize the country.

As soon as the dragon-headed guillotine appeared, it seemed to know its mission. The gilded dragon head on the pedestal slightly opened its eyes, stared at the evil dragon, then turned into a size of thousands of feet, and raised the guillotine high.

The evil dragon flipped its body, spread its black scales, and rushed straight towards the guillotine, its body becoming even larger.

The evil dragon grew bigger, and the guillotine became even bigger. The two of them seemed to be competing in expanding and changing, trying to burst one corner of the sky.

It is the evil demon that has come to the world to show its ferocity, and the dragon head guillotine is used to kill the evil dragon!
The knife flashed, and with a scream of pain in the back, the evil dragon was split into two halves, and the black turbid blood spilled all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)