Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 235 Du Bingyan, where are you going!
Above the Weak Water.

A cascading green waterfall crashes down, its impact transforming the robe into a river of blood, causing the emerald light to boil and the blood mist to swirl.

Crimson and cyan burst forth and surged, resembling two armies facing off, with scattered light and a terrifying momentum.

"Zizzizi~"

Amidst the piercing noise, the blood-red light retreated like melting snow in spring, unable to withstand the onslaught.

"Good heavens, this mango pomelo sago is truly a rare treasure of heaven and earth, it's so potent!"

Liu Sheng's body was mostly submerged underwater. He looked up at the sky, deeply shocked.

He never imagined that a single drop of willow branch dew could transform into a cascading waterfall with such astonishing volume.

If this drop of dew were outside the ruins, it might have transformed into a small lake.

In the distance, a turquoise waterfall cascades down from the sky, surging and crashing against the crimson robe below, resembling a stampede of horses and splashing up a cloud of green mist.

The mist is lush and verdant, vibrant with life, almost tangible, and instinctively evokes a sense of closeness.

"Zizi~"

In less than half a breath, the blood-red light completely dissipated, and the originally bright red cassock instantly dimmed.

But the cascading green waterfall continued its relentless pursuit, seeping into the robe.

"Ahhh-"

"What is this thing that can break my 'Blood Lotus Nirvana Sutra'?!"

"Such terrifying vitality, this old monk...this old monk...ah!"

In an instant, the old monk screamed and howled in agony, his skin cracked, his flesh rolled up, his bones deformed, and hundreds of fist-sized heads and faces emerged.

These creatures were a bloody mess, all bald and ugly, with twisted and ferocious faces, spewing fire and thick smoke from their seven orifices, and howling like ghosts.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much! Master, Master, hehehe, are you going to die?"

"Master is dying! Master is dying! Hehehe~"

"Master schemed and plotted, but in the end he still had to die with us. Good riddance! Good riddance! Amitabha! The Bodhisattva has opened his eyes!"

……

"You wicked bastards who betray their master and ancestors, how dare you take this opportunity to cause trouble and ruin my cultivation... Foolish, utterly foolish!"

"If this old monk dies, none of you will survive!"

The old monk had a fierce and menacing face, as if he had been corroded by concentrated acid. His body was covered in blood and flesh, and he was roaring angrily.

Beneath his feet, the scarlet brocade robe faded and turned green, with wisps of green mist emanating from it, exuding a strong sense of vitality.

The bear demon's flesh, which had originally peeled off like a skin, vigorously absorbed the green mist, sprouting large patches of pink buds that wriggled and healed.

After receiving the Mango Branch Dew, the Black Wind King survived and began his counterattack!

At this moment, several ghostly faces, all resembling monks, emerged from the old monk's shoulders, shouting at the top of their lungs:
"If I can't live, I can't live, Master. Your disciple just wants you to die, wants you to die!"

"Hehehe, we are trapped in this robe, unaware of the years, suffering torture day and night, becoming your resources for cultivation, as if we were in hell, unable to escape!"

"Die, die well! We disciples have wanted to die for a long time! Die quickly, die quickly!"

……

Under the backlash of the demonic power, these ghostly faces all grinned and bit at the old monk's cheeks, chin, and other parts, devouring his flesh and blood.

"Stop! You unfilial disciples..."

In an instant, the old monk appeared as if he had been torn to pieces, haunted by countless ghosts, his body riddled with holes, emitting a shrill scream, and his life force plummeted.

The brocade robe beneath him resembled a red-hot iron, which, when thrown into ice water, sizzled and emitted plumes of white steam, as if being quenched.

Even in mid-air, it stumbled and lurched, seemingly losing speed, flying towards the large island, and was about to plunge into the Weak Water—

"You old bald monk, die!"

Suddenly, the bear demon, which looked as if its skin had been peeled off, sprang up, and its remaining blood and bones flipped upwards, enveloping the old monk's body.

A green light, like a chain, bound it tightly to the old monk inside its body, forcibly adhering it.

"You beast, how dare you do this?!"

"Bah, you old bald monk, today I'm going to truly... deceive my master and destroy my ancestors!"

The light and shadow were distorted, the fog was hazy and obscured the view. The cassock flew further and further away, and the old monk's curses and the bear demon's shouts could be faintly heard.

Finally, it crashed headfirst into the large island, kicking up clouds of dust and making a lot of noise.

"Boom!" "Boom boom!"

Liu Sheng did not go forward to help, but instead swam far away.

He was already extremely kind and helpful by sharing even a single drop of the sweet dew from the willow branch, thus averting the conflict between cause and effect.

He didn't care whether the bear demon would turn the tables or the old monk would live a second life.

After all, the brocade cassock, having been cleansed by the sweet dew of the willow branch, had its demonic intent completely dispelled and its power greatly reduced.

Moreover, after this incident, the old monk's demonic powers backfired, and even if he survived in the end, he would inevitably be barely clinging to life, with his power greatly diminished.

It requires continuous recovery time.

By the time he recovers, Liu Sheng will have already grown up, so why would he be afraid of him?
and so……

"I hope Old Bear can win and not waste that drop of sweet mango syrup."

Liu Sheng gazed at the billowing dust in the distance, silently offered a blessing, then turned and swam away into the distance.

On the large island behind them, green light soared into the sky, teeming with life. The roars of bears and the chanting of Buddha blended together and gradually faded into the distance.

……

"Wow~"

Rippling water, a hundred-foot-tall black shadow burst forth, water droplets falling like copper beans, splashing up ripples.

"We've reached the shore, over there..."

Liu Sheng raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the dark blue-green shoreline in the distance, deep and vast, stretching to the horizon.

There stands a magnificent celestial palace, reaching from the sky to the earth, resplendent in gold and jade, mostly shrouded in clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing, exuding an ethereal aura.

It should be the thatched cottage I saw outside the gate of the small courtyard.

"I have a feeling that this heavenly palace is calling to me, and the closer I get, the stronger it becomes..."

Hesitation appeared in his eyes, and his gaze flickered uncertainly.

After leaving Dashi Island, he followed this call, traversing the Ruoshui River, and arrived here.

After landing here, you can travel all the way to the heavenly palace on the horizon.

He didn't know what kind of opportunity was hidden in the palace that day, which made him feel so strongly about it and subconsciously want to go and see.

"The Yin Water Dragon is inconvenient on land, so the Sky-Splitting Sparrow is more convenient for traveling, as it can fly directly there."

He emerged from the water, mist rising from beneath his feet. In an instant, he transformed from a dragon into an eagle, and with a flap of his wings, he soared into the sea of ​​clouds.

"Wow!"

He let out a clear cry, his demonic bone glowed, and his speed instantly increased, transforming into a streak of light as he disappeared into the distance.

The Weak Water River grew smaller and smaller until it became a black ribbon, which was left far behind.

[Gained 23 Spirit Points]

[Gained 28 Spirit Points]

[Gained 25 Spirit Points]

……

The ink-wash text on the panel scrolled slowly and steadily, showing a significant increase compared to the dozen or so points when I first entered the secret realm.

"The deeper you go into the ruins, the more spiritual energy you passively gain..."

After a brief comparison, Liu Sheng made a deduction.

In fact, the concentration of spiritual energy within these ruins varies. As he flew closer to the Heavenly Palace, he discovered that the concentration of spiritual energy in the air became increasingly dense.

Correspondingly, the more stable the space, the less damage the same force will cause.

He was finding it increasingly difficult to fly in the air, and his speed slowed down. If he could fly another hundred miles, he probably wouldn't be able to fly anymore.

at this time--

"Du Bingyan, where do you think you're going!"

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)