Chapter 410
Court Hearing!
With the first young sorcerer's valiant resistance, the long-suppressed anger in the hearts of the others was instantly ignited.
They can not only sing opera, but also kill ghosts.
Because they are young, they are easily frightened, but it is also because they are young that they dare to challenge the old customs that have been maintained for nearly a thousand years, and dare to draw their swords to save their friends.
"Wine is like fire burning through the intestines, and a knife is like a blade hidden in snow!"
"Tonight at Lion Tower, we'll take Ximen Qing's dog head to appease my brother's wronged soul!"
This is a song about Wu Song.
"Zhao Zilong of Changshan is here!"
"Drinking from the vast sea, sealing the wolf's lair, the Champion Marquis is here, let the eight tribes of the grasslands see what the soaring rage of the Han sons is!"
They completely shed the facade of Mulian Opera, singing about the heroes they admired most deep in their hearts, wielding swords and killing evil spirits.
In a private room on the second floor of the theater, the newly appointed Judge Li smiled slightly upon seeing this.
He had the appearance of a refined scholar, with narrow eyes that, when he smiled, resembled sharp blades or venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, sending chills down one's spine.
"Youth...it's wonderful."
He exclaimed in surprise, but secretly added the word "deceit" to his mind.
Youth is so easy to fool.
With just a little effort and a little encouragement, they set themselves ablaze.
Looking at the restless ghosts below, rushing towards the stage like a swarm of black, poisonous bees, He knew that the Yin Opera lineage was doomed to extinction.
Among this group of young people who came to complete their apprenticeship, there were no prodigies like Yu Zhensheng or Zhou Sheng back then.
Even if someone like Zhou Sheng were around, He wouldn't be afraid at all; it would just require a bit more effort.
"How boring."
Seeing that the ghost performers were surrounded by a tidal wave of evil spirits and were about to be wiped out, Judge Li shook his head, feeling that the play was over and there was no point in it, and decided to leave.
But the next moment, His pupils suddenly caught sight of a figure, and He was startled.
The body that was about to stand up sat down again.
That's... Bao Gong?
Suddenly, a dark-faced man dressed in an official robe and holding a scepter appeared below the stage. Beneath the mask of Bao Gong, his sharp eyes were quietly watching everything that was happening on the stage.
The ghosts swarmed onto the stage, but none of them seemed to see "Bao Gong" and automatically avoided him.
"Youth...is wonderful."
Just as the young ghost performers were about to be overwhelmed by evil spirits, "Bao Gong" suddenly sighed, his voice tinged with emotion.
The next moment, an invisible force rippled outwards, spreading rapidly from Bao Gong's center, like a whirlpool in the deep sea. Wherever it reached, everything froze, as if even time itself had stopped.
The evil spirits stood frozen in place, and the sorcerers remained motionless like statues.
Their minds were still very clear, but even their blinking was incredibly slow, and every slight change in their expression was crystal clear.
The force continued to spread from Bao Gong's center, quickly reaching the second floor.
Li Pan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately used his supernatural powers to try to escape. But as soon as he reached the air, his body was covered by that terrifying power, and then he was unable to move.
Not only him, but many of the gods watching the play on the second floor were also frozen in place. Their divine power, which they used to be so proud of, was now so weak that they couldn't even blink.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
In about ten breaths, this power spread throughout Fengdu City like a flood bursting its banks, freezing the city's ghosts and spirits.
Regardless of their divine power or rank, they were all like fish on a chopping board, powerless to resist.
This was not merely the power of the Great Dao of Time, but also Zhou Sheng's activation of the authority of the Underworld Emperor, temporarily stripping all deities of their divine power. The Emperor, with a single word, could dismiss all officials.
Zhou Sheng took a step forward, and dazzling divine patterns automatically appeared under his feet, as if a teleportation array had suddenly appeared, enveloping all the ghosts, gods, and Yin Xishi.
The next moment, everyone disappeared.
Meanwhile, Zhou Sheng, playing the role of Bao Gong, appeared on the throne in the Hall of Hell. He slowly sat down, holding a gavel covered with the marks of time, raised it, and then slammed it down.
Boom!
The gavel blazed with dazzling lightning patterns, and from every crack of time burst forth countless heroic spirits, causing the plaque with its bright mirror hanging high to rumble loudly.
The sound was deafening, like the eternal grievance drum that had been heard for a thousand years in front of the Kaifeng Prefecture.
The ghosts and spirits that had been frozen in place were finally able to move again, but before they could react, they heard a voice reciting lines in the style of a Peking Opera, which exploded in their ears like thunder.
"Court is in session. Investigate the case!"
……
Roar!
Yu Zhensheng activated his ultimate Dharma technique, and Guan Yu's Green Dragon Crescent Blade cleaved down, the enormous blade light seemingly possessing terrifying power capable of splitting the heavens and earth, cutting dark cracks into the void.
After recovering his cultivation, his understanding of the Dharma Form Dao became even more profound. This Spring and Autumn Blade could split mountains and cleave peaks, and was like a blue dragon soaring in the sky, with overwhelming divine power.
The nine-headed Nether Dragon, which was riding under the King of Hell, tried to protect its master, but was cut in half at the waist by this sword. Its huge body, like snow meeting the blazing sun, quickly turned into mist and dissipated.
"Is this all the progress your swordsmanship has made over the years?"
Faced with this incredibly powerful strike, Yama shook his head and smiled, slowly extending a hand.
hum!
The Green Dragon Crescent Blade struck the large hand that shimmered with dark light, yet it remained completely still, as if it had crashed into an iron mountain.
"Guan Yu's sword... is nothing special."
Yama smiled slightly, and with a clench of his hand, he actually crushed the avatar of the Crescent Blade, leaving only a faint white mark on his palm.
Faced with Yu Tianheng's twin swords, He didn't even try to block them. He simply shone a protective aura and forced Yu Tianheng back several feet.
"You lot dare to challenge me—"
His voice was like thunder, and just as he was about to continue speaking, the tablet in his hand suddenly trembled, and its luster dimmed instantly.
Yama King instantly raised his eyes, staring at the insignificant Yin Opera Masters, which were as small as ants, before finally landing on Yu Zhensheng, who had a smile on his face, as if he understood something.
"So that's how it is. The one who sang 'Exploring the Underworld'... wasn't you, but your apprentice."
In a short while, He understood the other party's plan: to feign an attack on one front while secretly advancing another.
Yu Zhensheng never intended to sing "Exploring the Underworld" himself. From the beginning, his purpose was to lure him here so that he could create an opportunity for his apprentice to sing "Exploring the Underworld" in the underworld!
"What courage! No wonder you're master and disciple."
Having figured everything out, He remained calm, simply stepping down from His ceremonial carriage. For the first time, His indifferent, majestic, and arrogant eyes were fully opened as He surveyed the Gathering Immortals Pavilion.
"I heard that this place was burned to the ground and all the actors in the building died."
After a pause, a wisp of karmic fire, like a red lotus, seemed to flash deep within Yama's eyes, and his powerful and deep voice was mixed with a trace of charcoal-like fire.
"Then let's light another fire here."
Old Man Niushan frantically waved the array flags, finally causing the Star Mirror and Earth Vein Dragon-Binding Nails to obliterate the image of the precious tree hanging with the eighteen levels of hell, before it fell towards Yama.
But the next moment, as if a volcano had erupted, the earth's veins suddenly cracked open, and countless red lotus-like flames shot into the sky, even burning some of the array flags to a charred black.
The Star Array's seal trembled violently, as if it had undergone some kind of great impact.
In an instant, the entire Juxianlou was engulfed in flames, the towering fire almost turning the night sky into charcoal.
...(End of this chapter)