At the Beginning, I Handed in the Heavenly Master's Order, and the Country Asked Me to Become a Dragon First.

"Chief, I apply to hand over the Maoshan Taoism and the Shanhai Edict!" "Fuso stole our country's destiny and tampered with our history. It is recommended to carry out dimensionality reduction strikes." Meng Fusheng, as the last purple-robed heavenly master, was seriously injured and guarded the broken dragon vein alone. I thought I would sacrifice my body to the Fusang ghosts and die tragically for the country. But unexpectedly, he was forcefully taken over by the National Secret Service, starting a wild road of metaphysics and truth! As soon as the news came out, the high command turned on its lights overnight and red-headed documents were immediately issued. "Approved! A special project team is established, codenamed 'Long Yuan'." "There are no forbidden areas in science. Hand over the principles of your spells and leave the rest to the state!" "Now... The 1.4 Billion compatriots are your backing, beat me to death!" With the backing of a large country and heavy industry, the elimination of demons... Turned out to be a firepower coverage. He drew the [Evil-Breaking Golden Pattern], and the country developed the [Suzaku High-Energy Particle Sniper Rifle]; He demonstrated the secret technique of soul-calling, and the country produced a [full-band quantum soul-searching radar]; He resorted to the Five Thunder Method, and the country installed the [Zixiao Electromagnetic Railgun Array]; Other Taoist priests rely on blood essence to cast spells, while Meng Fusheng relies on Dongfeng Express. Fuso Onmyoji is still practicing shikigami hard, and Longyuan Kingdom has begun mass production of "mechanical gods". When Fuso devoted all its national power to summon the evil god "Yama-no-Orochi" in an attempt to overwhelm Chinese civilization: Meng Fusheng stood at the head of the aircraft carrier formation, with the Great Steel Wall and millions of awakened heroic souls behind him: "Report! The enemy evil god has been locked, requesting... Physical salvation!" The roar of the high command resounded throughout the world: "Accurate! Thousands of artillery fire, please ancestors - military parade!!"