Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 259 Bewitched
"tick~tick~"

Blood rolled down, making a crisp sound like copper beads striking jade.

Liu Sheng stood frozen in the pool of blood, his ten fingers spotless, with several corpses lying at his feet, all bald and with large ears.

Some corpses were dismembered, some were disemboweled, and some were torn in half at the waist; not a single body remained intact, and the ground reeked of blood and gore.

"Only three left... What a pity."

He twisted his neck and rubbed his fingers together with some regret.

From the moment he feinted with his halberd, forcing Monk Deyun to retreat, to the moment he pounced on him, punching and kicking, killing five monks in a row, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

It was too late to get rid of the remaining three monks.

"You wretched creature, you forced me into this! I would rather be condemned to eternal damnation than let you escape me!"

Once he realized what was happening, the monk from Deyun Temple was furious and started rambling incoherently.

A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes, but it was ultimately swallowed up by the emerging black mist.

He vaguely heard a triumphant roar from a tiger.

"...The tiger of the heart devours the spirit...from Buddha to demon."

In an instant, his bronze-cast body dimmed, and black lines appeared on his chest, crisscrossing as if...

A vicious tiger!
So lifelike, it looks like it's about to burst out of his chest!
Buddhism has the concept of subduing dragons and tigers.

The act of subduing the dragon symbolizes the subjugation of the "heavenly dragon," meaning to suppress external demons with great power, strength, and resolve.

Subduing the tiger symbolizes the subjugation of the "earth tiger," which refers to the tiger of the mind, inner demons, and the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance. It requires great compassion, great wisdom, and great discipline and concentration to subdue the tiger of the mind and inner demons.

Thus, one purifies the six senses and attains the fruition of enlightenment.

Humans may have the intention to subdue tigers, but tigers may also have the intention to devour humans.

If the six senses are impure, the three poisons enter one's mind, and the five aggregates are ablaze, the tiger of the mind will turn against one, and one will go from being a Buddha to a demon.

At that time, the deeper the Buddhist teachings become, the more attached the demonic thoughts become, the stronger the inner tiger becomes, and the more intense the killing instinct becomes.

Many eminent monks, once possessed by demons, become like reincarnations of evil gods, devoid of compassion, stirring up bloodshed and affecting countless people.

The saying "darkening makes you ten times stronger" is roughly like this.

"pat~"

"Pap~~"

"puff!"

Just then, a series of strange noises came from the remaining three monks.

Before they could even utter a sound, their bodies deflated like punctured balloons, leaving only a human skin.

At the same time, Monk Deyun's aura soared, and the ferocious tiger on his chest became more and more vivid, as if it had come to life.

He had completely lost all trace of Buddhist spirit, leaving only pure ferocity...

Evil!

"Looks like we messed up..."

Liu Sheng sniffed, then his figure suddenly darted out, like a streak of shadow, fleeing towards Wu Song:

"Master, please help! This old monk can't accept defeat and has gone mad!"

"You go quickly, I'll stay behind and cover your retreat!"

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you up ahead!"

Wu Song took a swig of wine, picked up his monk's knife, turned around and ran. He used his feet to shrink the ground to an inch, and in the blink of an eye, he had run more than a hundred feet.

Clean and neat, without any drag.

No, you actually ran away?

You are my beloved master, one of the 108 fierce beasts of Fajiu Mountain, the Tiger Demon Wu Song who dared to take the enemy's head in the midst of ten thousand troops and roamed the world for decades!
He actually escaped?

I was just being polite. According to the normal procedure, shouldn't you have objected vehemently, driven me away, and stayed behind to cover the retreat?
How come he runs faster than my apprentice?

Liu Sheng was both amused and exasperated, as if he had shot himself in the foot.

"Liu Lang, watch out!"

At this moment, Du Bingyan exclaimed in surprise, reminding Liu Sheng to watch out behind him.

However, with his keen senses, he had already sensed something, and his body suddenly shrank, rolling several times close to the ground.

He dodged the staff that flew overhead with a sharp whistle, grabbed Du Bingyan by the slender waist, and tossed her aside: "Come on, wait for me with Master up ahead!"

"I'm waiting for you!"

Du Bingyan responded, used the momentum to steady herself, and without lingering, she activated her true energy and rode away on the clouds.

It's just going to become a demon and turn evil. So what if he's ten times stronger?

I only used one-tenth of my power just now! Did you really think...?

Do you think I'm afraid of you?

Liu Sheng watched her leave, then turned around, his face devoid of any smile.

"Hiss~"

The sound of muscles tearing, accompanied by spurts of blood, carried far and wide.

The monk Deyun, with a body resembling a bronze Arhat statue, half-squatted on the ground, each hand clutching half of a corpse, stuffing it into his chest, dripping with blood.

Around him lay a pile of corpses lying haphazardly.

Including Qi Gang, all the Qi Refiners and True Form Martial Masters who had been watching from the sidelines were wiped out in less than a breath.

Silently, and without a complete corpse!

A breeze blew by, carrying a pungent, fishy smell that was nauseating.

The room fell eerily quiet for a moment, with only the crunching sounds of chewing breaking out.

It was extremely jarring.

"He instantly killed several Qi Refiners and a group of True Form Martial Masters. After this bald monk became a demon, his combat power has soared to a terrifying level."

He's probably even above Lei Zhong, and infinitely close to the Yellow Court Realm.

Liu Sheng took a deep breath and immediately felt a mouthful of blood, feeling immense pressure.

Lei Zhong himself was a formidable fighter, but unfortunately he encountered the Silver Horned Thunder Bull, who was his natural counter. His terrifying thunder magic was useless, and he died a pathetic death.

This does not mean he is weak. On the contrary, as someone who has reached the peak of the Dao Entry Realm, second only to the Yellow Court Realm, his past achievements are terrifyingly strong.

The monk Deyun in front of him is stronger than Lei Zhong after he became possessed by a demon. However, Liu Sheng is no longer the same as before. He had only shown 20% of his strength when he fought in his true form.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, therefore—

"White Elephant, Thunder Ox, Blood Leopard, Fire Crow, advance into battle!"

With a thought, four wisps of light rolled down from Liu Sheng's body and transformed into four figures upon landing.

The first one was the tallest, about twelve feet tall, wearing white armor, with skin as white as jade, a broad chest, a bald head, and gold teeth, his aura as imposing as a mountain.

Like a city wall, it stood in front of Liu Sheng and took the Xuanqiong Rifting Halberd.

To his right, half a body length behind and half a head shorter, stood a burly man in purple robes, whose physique was equally imposing.

His face was purplish-brown, with a silver stripe on each side of his forehead, shaped like lightning bolts, and he held a purple lightning hammer in his hand.

On the left-hand open space, a cloud of black mist churned, and a chilling wind blew. Ah Biao, covered in crimson blood, held the Blood Demon Blade in his arms and closed his eyes to rest.

A strong killing intent emanated from his body, invisible and intangible, yet extremely oppressive, sending chills down one's spine.

Three or five steps behind Ah Biao was a young man of medium build, wearing a red robe, with bright red eyebrows and beard.

He held a crimson spirit sword in his hand, and his whole body was filled with demonic energy, like a giant oven, radiating intense heat in all directions.

The Fire Crow makes its debut!

These four incarnations are different in shape, form, and appearance, yet they share a similar charm.

It's like four half-brothers.

The four incarnations joined forces, their auras intertwined, becoming one, instantly multiplying their combat power.

"Huff... I'm so hungry, not enough..."

Just then, Monk Deyun stood up, his five or six zhang tall body casting a large shadow.

On his chest, a ferocious tiger's head protruded, its mouth full of blood and blood, with half a piece of intestine hanging from its teeth.

His eyes and eyebrows vaguely resembled those of the monk Deyun, only more brutal and vicious.

Tiger Head stared at Liu Sheng, then suddenly grinned and laughed:
"Hehehe, I am a demon in a cassock, and you are a monster in human skin. Very well, very well indeed!"

Today, this old monk will taste the flavor of you, you transvestite, hehehe..."

He lunged forward, as if mountains were collapsing and a bloody stench was rising!
(End of this chapter)