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Chapter 168 Crimson Veins Piercing the Eyes, Hell Vajra

Midnight, Mount Lu.

A black wind whipped up withered leaves, causing branches to sway incessantly. In the dappled moonlight, the reflections of the forest shimmered like a hundred ghosts, creating an eerie and terrifying scene.

Halfway up the mountain, a dark cloud obscured the moonlight, making the surroundings hazy and almost impossible to discern with the naked eye.

The mountain wind blew through, the black robes rustled, and a dozen chains trembled slightly.

A monkey-shaped rock was coiled around the center of the chain like a silkworm cocoon, while the ends of the chain were gripped by many men in black. They were as firm as bronze stakes, their bodies surging with magical power, trying to suppress the rock.

As magic power surged in, the chains emitted a faint, dark light.

But that naturally formed, wondrous stone had absorbed the essence of the sun and moon for countless years. Although its stone form remained intact, it possessed profound magical power, causing the chains to tremble constantly, as if they were about to break at any moment.

Until a monkey's scream rang out.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a black robe and leaning on a cane, walked slowly forward. The end of the cane was stained with some white liquid from monkey brains.

Behind him, a monkey was convulsing, blood gushing from its head.

"If you don't want all of you monkeys and your offspring to die a miserable death, then don't struggle or resist. That way, they can live."

The white-haired old man's voice was hoarse, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on the strange rock not far away, revealing a longing deep in his eyes.

At the same time, he waved his hand, and more men in black robes emerged from behind him, holding torches, and approached the iron cage.

The cage contained many monkeys soaked in kerosene, huddled together, shivering.

With just one fire, these monkeys would be reduced to charcoal in an instant.

"They want to live, you want to live, and I want to live too."

"But there are always people... who have to die."

The white-haired old man continued forward, and with a twist of his cane, he drew out a gleaming blade. Mysterious scriptures were engraved on the blade, and a strange chanting could be faintly heard all around.

"When Avalokiteshvara is deep in the sea of ​​blood, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and thus transcends all suffering..."

It appears to be the Heart Sutra, but many of the words have been altered. It appears solemn on the surface, but in reality, it contains evil intent.

The white-haired old man had already reached the strange rock. A glint of light suddenly appeared in his aged and cloudy eyes. His gaze seemed to penetrate the hard surface of the rock and see the monkey fetus that was almost fully formed inside.

puff!
The eerie, evil blade plunged directly into the strange stone, heading straight for the monkey fetus's heart.

The strange stone trembled violently, and blood gushed from the pierced spot, faintly emitting a mournful cry, while also concealing an uncontrollable rage.

"They all regard you as their king and worship you. If you can't even protect your own monkeys and grandchildren, what kind of Monkey King are you? What are you... the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?"

The white-haired old man chuckled, then turned the hilt of his knife and began to carve upwards little by little, as if trying to peel the stone core away like a carving knife.

Even with a knife piercing its heart, the monkey in the stone still glared angrily, its eyes like golden pupils, its fur shimmering with golden light, its aura extremely terrifying.

The surging magical power and the powerful blood and qi, as strong as a raging storm, fascinated the old man.

What a precious body, born of nature! It's such a waste to give it to a monkey. Once he successfully possesses it and lives another life, with this body, he'll have a great chance of even passing the Heavenly Tribulation, and he can easily achieve what he couldn't reach in this lifetime!
The old man was incredibly excited; his hand gripping the knife handle was even trembling slightly.

But just then, a shriek suddenly rose in the night sky.

A celestial horse descended from the clouds, its spear piercing the earth like thunder, pinning the black-robed man holding a torch to the ground.

Boom!

The earth trembled violently, rocks collapsed, and cracks spread.

The celestial horse crashed to the ground, raised its front hoof, and crushed another man's head with a neigh. The figure on the horse then slowly pulled out the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear that was embedded in the corpse.

Blood dripped from the tip of the spear, pointing directly at the crowd, while the person on the other side wore a Ksitigarbha mask.

"who?"

"Stop him!" "Form ranks and kill him!"

Upon hearing the news, countless men in black robes sprang into action. Besides the dozen or so men wielding chains, there were dozens more, each possessing magical power and having cultivated their own cultivation.

Several of their auras even made Zhou Sheng glance at them.

However, he simply swept his spear horizontally, easily shattering the black iron cage and releasing the imprisoned monkeys.

Beneath the mask, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

It's those people from the Longhua Sect again.

From Magistrate Zhu to the fire at Juxianlou, and then to that sorcerer, the Longhua Sect's ruthless and vicious methods are truly disgusting.

Zhou Sheng now harbors a deep loathing for the Longhua Sect, and upon hearing those three words, he almost uncontrollably feels a murderous urge.

Moreover, Sun Xiaosheng had done him a favor, helping him at a crucial moment to draw upon the thunder energy and cultivate the Zhengyi Dragon Tiger Earth Pivot Escape Technique.

Seeing his benefactor treated this way, Zhou Sheng's murderous intent surged, and his gaze behind the mask became extremely cold.

hum!
As the masks changed, the compassionate bodhisattva image disappeared, replaced by the wrathful image of the Vajra warrior.

In an instant, boundless karmic fire seemed to surge in his heart, and even his breath carried a scorching heat.

"Watch out, this is no joke—"

Before one of them could finish speaking, the sound of horses' hooves shattered his eardrums like thunder, and a dazzling blade of light, as beautiful as a blue dragon, flashed before his eyes.

Spring and Autumn Sword Manual, Azure Dragon Emerges from the Sea!

He stood there blankly, not even having had time to cast the spell he had prepared, when a red line appeared from between his eyebrows and then spread all the way to his waist.

With a crisp crack, its body split in two.

It wasn't just the physical body that was severed; even the soul was torn in two and slowly dissipated.

The Vajra form only kills, never saves!

The spear in Zhou Sheng's hand had transformed into a crescent blade. He and his horse became one, moving like lightning. He smashed the black-robed man to pieces. The blade light was as blue as a celestial river pouring down. Wherever the blade passed, maple leaves were cut off. There were almost no generals who could withstand a single blow.

They cleaved flesh and blood into countless pieces, annihilating both body and soul!
Meanwhile, the monkey in the strange rock suddenly reached out and pressed down on the blade stuck in its body, its eyes blazing like fire, its body radiating golden light.

With a clang, he actually shattered that strange, evil blade in his grasp.

An indestructible body!

The white-haired old man took several steps back, glared at Zhou Sheng with intense resentment, and then, with a resolute look in his eyes, a golden light of his primordial spirit flew out from between his eyebrows and disappeared into the stone embryo.

"Bind its spirit, and hold on for another quarter of an hour!"

"promise!!"

His men shouted loudly, their energy surging, and they began to fight desperately, some burning their life essence, others using forbidden techniques and secret methods.

The chains, which were on the verge of breaking, calmed down once more, and a great dark light shone forth.

The pressure on Zhou Sheng also suddenly surged.

Instead of being angry, he was delighted. His eyes, hidden beneath the mask, already showed signs of bloodshot veins and even revealed a hint of bloodlust.

The Vajra Form not only destroys the soul, but can also draw upon a pure power to flow into itself when severing the soul.

Therefore, even if one kills millions of enemies, one will not feel the slightest bit tired.

The more they kill, the stronger they become; the more they kill, the more ferocious they become!

One man, one sword, suppressing millions of evil spirits in hell—that is Vajra!

(End of this chapter)