A master of comedy!

Chapter 173 Seventy-Two Transformations
"Form follows thought, appearance arises from the heart; borrowing the spirit of heaven and earth, stealing the creation of yin and yang..."

In the darkness, Zhou Sheng seemed to hear a mouse squeak and transformed into a little mouse darting through the jungle, searching for food.

With a hiss, it was bitten by a venomous snake, convulsed, and died.

Then it transformed into the venomous snake, continuing to crawl and hunt, only to be spotted by a hawk and killed instantly.

With wings spread, it becomes an eagle, soaring through the heavens.

But accompanied by a low hum filled with ancient aura, a Kunpeng faintly appeared in the sea of ​​clouds, swallowing it whole with a breath.

The Kunpeng seemed invincible, but in the end it could not withstand the passage of time, eventually aging and dying, falling into the deep sea to nourish all things.

……

In one cycle after another, Zhou Sheng seemed to transform into the flowers, plants, stones, birds, beasts, and even some ancient creatures from myths and legends.

He was jolted awake only when a thunderous explosion rang in his ears.

Suddenly, the strange rock on Mount Lu exploded, shooting out a beam of golden light that rode the wind and soared into the heavens, seemingly vying with the rising sun for brilliance.

The golden light transformed into flying birds, swimming fish, jackals, tigers, and leopards, and also into plants, flowers, and stones, changing endlessly and dazzling the eyes.

However, the figure that finally landed in front of Zhou Sheng was the one with the hairy face and thunderous mouth. The stone armor on his body had disappeared, replaced by a tiger skin skirt. With a wave of his hand, the ancient pine tree turned into a club and flew over.

"Smaller! Smaller! Even smaller!"

As Xiao Sheng chanted the incantation, the stick that the ancient pine tree had transformed into shrank at a visible speed, eventually becoming as small as a needle and being inserted into the ear.

"Hehe, so that supernatural power is actually the art of transformation. From now on, I, Old Sun, will call it the Seventy-Two Transformations!"

Zhou Sheng watched this scene silently, feeling that it was not a coincidence.

Fiery eyes, indestructible body, seventy-two transformations, plus that magic staff that can change size...

Everything is converging on the legendary Great Sage.

Is this really just a coincidence?

Recalling Zhang Sanfeng's personal retelling of Journey to the West and the game of chess between immortals on Mount Lu, Zhou Sheng vaguely guessed that there might be an invisible hand orchestrating the moves.

And he was the one who, relying on the Luoshu, stumbled onto the chessboard and stirred up a storm...

At this moment, Xiao Sheng let out a long roar that shook the heavens and the earth. Brilliant golden light flowed through his fur, and his profound magical power stirred up the wind and clouds, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

All six challenges have been successfully completed!

Strictly speaking, it can only be said that it has just been born, but it has already completed the six stages and opened all the meridians. Next is to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation.

The starting point was so high that it was simply astonishing.

"Second brother, have you mastered the Seventy-Two Transformations technique?"

After a long howl, Xiao Sheng finally released his excitement and began to ask Zhou Sheng and the others.

Yao Taifeng and Jinse both shook their heads.

"I vaguely saw those words, but I couldn't see them clearly. I just felt they were very mysterious."

Yao Taifeng was not discouraged. She was a straightforward person and felt that being able to drink monkey wine at Mount Lu was enough. She did not care about supernatural powers.

Jinse replied calmly, "I saw those words, but I can't practice them. Looking at them for too long will make me dizzy."

Little Saint looked regretful. It had long regarded Zhou Sheng and the other two as its saviors. In its simple mind, monkey wine was just an expression of gratitude and far from enough to repay this kindness.

Unfortunately, although it is born with supernatural powers, it cannot express them through language or writing, and cannot pass them on to others.

"Second brother, what about you?"

Zhou Sheng didn't speak, but slowly made hand seals. Then, under everyone's gaze, his body gradually transformed into a small tree.

"Good! Good! Good!" Little Saint said "good" three times in a row, his eyes filled with excitement, but then the little tree returned to its true form and did not last long.

Zhou Sheng exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "I have made some progress, but there are not many things I can transform. This transformation technique really consumes too much magic power."

After drinking the monkey wine, his Taoist skills improved, and he advanced for about three more years. However, when he tried to use the Seventy-Two Transformations, he was still not strong enough.

"Second brother, your innate talent and comprehension are both excellent, it's just that your magical power is a bit low..."

Xiao Sheng felt sorry for him.

Zhou Sheng's heart stirred; it seemed he would have to try to solve that game of chess today.

If one can enter the Immortal Cave, not only is there a chance to obtain the so-called "sword embryo," but more importantly, one can obtain the five-colored mica left behind by Lu Zu.

"Second brother, I have another treasure, but unfortunately you can't use it, and neither can your two sisters-in-law."

Xiao Sheng completely ignored Yao Tai Feng's gaze, chuckled, and then reached out to grab a small piece of jelly-like substance from the pile of rubble. It was filled with five-colored light and had considerable magical power fluctuations.

"This is the last bit of essence from my old Sun's stone embryo. It has the effect of nourishing the soul, but it's too small. Otherwise, it could have helped Sister-in-law Yang reshape her physical body..."

"If you don't need it, I, Old Sun, will refine it and it will increase my magical power."

Zhou Sheng and Yao Taifeng exchanged a glance, and at the same time thought of a certain figure.

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Mount Lu, Wenshu Terrace.

On the cliff, Zhou Sheng and Xiao Sheng walked together toward the chessboard. The area was also shrouded in a magic spell cast by the mountain god, but it vanished in an instant under the watchful eyes of the immortals.

"Hehe, is this the magic chess set that the old mountain god treasures so much? Let's break it while he's still drunk!"

Little Saint fixed his gaze on the chess pieces.

Just as Zhou Sheng was about to warn him to be careful, he saw that Xiao Sheng was just scratching his head and cheeks, looking confused and bewildered, without any pain at all.

Well, no wonder he was born with perfect six levels of enlightenment and possessed several supernatural powers; there's no comparison.

"What nonsense! I, Old Sun, don't understand any of this. I might as well just randomly place a bet!"

It picked up a white piece at random, intending to press it randomly in one place, but suddenly stopped because it thought of its second brother beside it.

"Hehe, I, Old Sun, got a little too excited and almost ruined my second brother's good deed. Come on, come on!"

It smiled somewhat awkwardly, its tail wagging incessantly, and decided to stop looking at the chess pieces and walk to the side.

"Second brother, come here! I, Old Sun, will protect you. Even if that old mountain god comes, I'll knock him back with one blow!"

Zhou Sheng took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and stepped forward again. However, he did not look at the chessboard, but closed his eyes and focused his mind on the Luoshu.

A moment later, his brows suddenly furrowed.

The tortoise shell in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and the golden flames beneath could not be generated, indicating that the energy was still insufficient.

It seems that the causal relationship involved in this game of immortal chess is far greater than he expected.

What should we do? Is giving up the only option?
A strong sense of unwillingness arose in Zhou Sheng's heart. He had a premonition that if he missed the chance to solve the game today, he would probably never be able to visit the Immortal Cave again.

Because in just twenty-one days, he will be going to the underworld to perform ghost plays during the Ghost Festival.

During this period, it will be difficult for him to greatly increase Luo Shu's energy, since there is no second general for him to kill.

If he cannot enter the Immortal Cave and obtain the Five-Colored Mica, he cannot greatly increase his cultivation level in a short period of time, and can only face the Ghost Play of the Mid-Autumn Festival with his current cultivation level...

Remembering the warnings from the Yinshan Ghost King and the city lord, Zhou Sheng made up his mind that he would break the magic chess puzzle no matter what!

A bold idea began to emerge in his mind...

(End of this chapter)