Chapter 370
The Real Person Appears
Whoosh!
Under the collision of the two enormous forces, the surrounding barrier of the City of the Unjustly Dead seemed to be distorted, emitting crisp sounds, like porcelain cracking.
The surging black water poured in through the cracks in the barrier, quickly submerging most of the city.
Such an astonishing commotion even temporarily halted the battle between Monkey King and Dragon Girl. Countless houses were destroyed by the flood, and many wandering spirits floated on the water, their faces filled with terror.
Even when the Bodhisattva manifested the golden form of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, it still could not quell the raging flood.
Because His main focus now is on the giant Lumberjack.
The Longbo people are few in number, straightforward by nature, and possess unique physical supernatural abilities. They live in a forbidden area deep within the Guixu, a place constantly ravaged by storms and thunder, which is almost a natural barrier.
Because the traces of the Longbo people are almost nowhere to be seen in the world.
But He knew the glory of the Longbo people in the past. In ancient times, they could catch giant turtles and carry the sun and moon, and even the Heavenly Emperor was afraid of them.
Although their supernatural powers have greatly diminished over countless years, every Longbo person has one chance to unleash forbidden techniques, forcibly breaking through the forbidden curses in their bloodline at the cost of burning their life force, achieving ultimate sublimation, and restoring the glory of ancient times.
However, the price is also very high. After using forbidden techniques, lifespan is greatly reduced and vital energy is severely damaged. In more serious cases, one may even collapse and turn into mountains, rivers, grass and trees, returning to the natural world.
That's why the Bodhisattva wondered if the giant Longbo outside had gone mad.
He truly couldn't understand what benefits Zhou Sheng had promised that would make a Longbo man willing to use forbidden techniques to oppose him.
boom!!
After a brief pause, the City of the Wrongfully Dead began to rise slowly again. Every drop of the Longbo Giant's essence blood was burning rapidly, his long hair stood on end, and his scalding blood and qi almost boiled the surrounding seawater, making a gurgling sound.
His body continued to grow, his strength increasing, and he actually managed to lift up the City of the Wrongfully Dead, which had been suppressed by the Bodhisattva.
So what if you're a Celestial Immortal above the Fifth Tribulation? I'll still lift you up!
Once the people of Longbo have made up their minds about something, they never back down.
Finally, with a roar, the city of the dead, which had been hidden deep in the sea for many years, emerged from the water for the first time, held a magnificent giant that stood tall and awe-inspiring.
Half of his body was submerged in the sea, his messy hair was soaked by the seawater, and some strands of hair were still dangling from decaying, sunken old ships, as if they had been accidentally caught on the seabed.
As for the area above his neck, it disappeared into the clouds.
From a distance, it looks like a divine pillar reaching to the heavens, standing between heaven and earth, supporting the universe.
For the first time, sunlight shone into the City of the Wrongfully Dead.
When the golden sun appeared in sight, its warm rays bathed every inch of the ancient city, piercing the hearts of many numb wanderers.
Pain awakens a numb soul, yet it also brings an indescribable vitality.
The perpetually gloomy sky over the City of the Wrongfully Dead finally broke into daylight.
"Master Zhang, if you don't make a move soon, don't blame me for cursing!"
Zhou Sheng's voice suddenly rang out, unusually loud.
"Wudang Mountain, do they study Xuanwu, or the tortoise!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a somewhat helpless laugh suddenly rang out from the void.
"It's been a long time. My friend, your tongue is still as sharp as ever."
In an instant, Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up, and at the same time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Sanfeng had entered the game.
The chess player was drawn into the game by him.
The Bodhisattva, however, was not so calm. His gaze was deep, and he looked at a certain place in an instant, slowly uttering that name.
"Zhang Sanfeng." A figure slowly appeared, changing from transparent to solid.
He was an old Taoist priest with a crane-like appearance and a pine-like spirit. His face was like bronze soaked in snow, his eyebrows hung down three feet, and there was a mole hidden at the end of his left eyebrow. When his eyes were lowered, they were like two warm and smooth jade cong. When he opened his eyes, it seemed that there were yin and yang and the eight trigrams slowly rotating in the bottom of his pupils.
Wearing a nine-beam turban, an eight-trigram cloak, a water and fire silk sash around his waist, and five-sacred-mountain shoes, he had a magnificent appearance and an air of otherworldly grace. He vaguely resembled the statue of Zhenwu the Great Emperor enshrined in the Golden Hall of Wudang Mountain.
His smile was kind and friendly, lacking any heavy air of authority.
The moment this legendary figure, who had survived eight tribulations and whose cultivation was unparalleled, appeared, the Bodhisattva felt as if facing a formidable enemy, his eyes filled with solemnity.
The dazzling and sacred image of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, reflected in those eyes with yin-yang symbols, instantly transformed into a demonic skeleton.
"I originally intended to wait for the Great Sage to awaken so I could fight you, White Bone Demon, three times. But I never expected you to change fate again and achieve this. If I were to remain a bystander, wouldn't the Xuanwu of Wudang Mountain truly become a tortoise?"
He smiled nonchalantly. Although he had long harbored the desire to subdue the White Bone Demon, he had many concerns because fighting in the deep sea was not advisable.
The original plan was to wait for the Great Sage to awaken before subduing the demon. However, this opportunity is now rare. If we can get rid of this great demon who has harmed countless people as soon as possible, it will be a blessing for all living beings.
"You old fox, do you really think you've got me cornered?"
The Bodhisattva suddenly smiled, her eyes flashing, and called out, "Sister, why don't you hurry up and do it? Don't forget the friendship we shared at the Great Thunderclap Temple!"
The next moment, another person appeared.
Zhou Sheng was startled when he saw that figure.
Weaving clouds into brocade, weaving rosy clouds into garments.
A brocade sash cinches her waist, and her long skirt trails on the ground.
Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the patterns on her flowing skirt resembled the golden glow of the setting sun.
She slowly raised her head, her two jade bell earrings sparkling like stars, and a crescent moon branch held her long hair up like a hairpin.
It was a mask of Bixia Yuanjun, exuding nobility and majesty, yet also carrying an indescribable mystery.
"It's you?"
Zhou Sheng's eyes were full of surprise. Luo Shu had actually calculated that the other party had another trump card, which was the reinforcements they had begged for, one of the five great demons who had escaped from the Great Thunder Temple in the past.
However, the Luoshu indicated that although the reinforcements had arrived, they would not offer any assistance. Therefore, Zhou Sheng did not continue to expend energy to calculate the other party's specific identity.
Unexpectedly, the reinforcements turned out to be the mysterious celestial maiden, Bixia Yuanjun, with whom he had slept twice before.
This woman cultivates a method to avoid the three calamities. If she did not intentionally release the restrictions, those who have not entered the sixth level would quickly forget her after seeing her.
Zhou Sheng only remembered her after breaking through the sixth level, but the woman was too mysterious and often appeared and disappeared without a trace, so he didn't pay much attention to her.
"Hello, Little Ksitigarbha."
Beneath Bixia Yuanjun's mask, her bright and lively eyes blinked gently at Zhou Sheng, revealing a hint of a smile.
In front of Yaotai Feng, she looked Zhou Sheng up and down with a hint of nostalgia.
"Don't be afraid. Call me 'good sister,' put on the mask, and sleep with me for one night. In return, I will not help either side today. How about it?"
Zhou Sheng's face stiffened.
The Bodhisattva's smile froze instantly, her eyes fixed on Bixia Yuanjun, her voice tinged with anger.
"Buddha Mother, what nonsense are you spouting!"
...(End of this chapter)