A master of comedy!

Upon seeing the Holy Maiden of Longhua up close, Yang Ying could smell a unique fragrance wafting towards her, as elegant and serene as an orchid. Even through the veil, she couldn't help but feel amazed.

The Holy Maiden of the Longhua Sect...she's so beautiful.

No wonder some people call her the most beautiful woman in the world; she is truly an unparalleled beauty. But why does she call me Xiao Feng?
Who is Xiao Feng?

Zhou Sheng and Jinse locked eyes. He knew that she had recognized him, so he smiled slightly and nodded to her.

Monkey King had already seen through his illusion, and now Jinse had also figured it out. Naturally, he didn't want to continue pretending, so he prepared to remove the illusion.

But at that moment, his dragon eyes suddenly narrowed, and he heard the roar of the Monkey King in his ears.

"You vixen, how dare you destroy my weapon! Prepare to die!!"

Monkey King threw away the dim iron rod, which was now only half intact, with immense heartache. This rod was transformed from the ancient pine tree that had accompanied him when he was in his stone embryonic stage. It had followed him for many years and killed countless demons, but he never expected it to be destroyed here in the end.

In his rage, his eyes shot out dazzling golden light, and then his body continued to grow larger, his muscles bulging like coiled dragons. Within a few breaths, he transformed into a giant demonic ape ten feet tall, his entire body exuding a terrifying aura.

His already abundant blood and energy surged several times over in an instant, and every hair on his body shone with golden light, as if he were a ferocious beast that had emerged from the ancient wilderness, violent and terrifying.

Even with his steps, the entire Kunlun Mountains trembled slightly.

Law heaven and earth!

Without the iron rod, Monkey King's physical body became an indestructible divine weapon. He roared like thunder and smashed it towards the drought demon.

The drought demon gazed at the demonic ape whose blood and energy were like a furnace of the great sun, a glint of greed flashing in its eyes. Instead of retreating, it advanced and engaged the ape in battle.

The vast, scorched earth erupted like a volcano, and coupled with the drought demon's physical strength, which was capable of fighting a true dragon, she managed to hold off the enraged Monkey King.

In terms of physical strength alone, she was comparable to the Monkey King, who had survived six heavenly tribulations.

At the same time, shouts of battle rang out all around, and the "deities" scattered throughout the Heavenly Palace also rushed in like a tidal wave.

There are the Four Heavenly Kings, the two generals Heng and Ha, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, Nezha the Third Prince, the Giant Spirit General, the Twenty-Eight Constellations, and countless heavenly soldiers and generals.

This scene truly resembled an attack by 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, with all sorts of gods displaying their supernatural powers, creating an extremely terrifying spectacle.

Bao Ying was relatively alright, as he had many skilled guards who helped him hold out against the siege, but the women of the Qunyu Class were in dire need of protection.

They all used their best skills, singing or performing, but their magic was still weak. Except for the two sisters, Yu Ruyi and Yu Ruyi, who were able to hold on, the others were in grave danger.

When the giant god unleashed that mountain-heavy hammer, they closed their eyes in despair, knowing it was too late to stop it.

The methods of the Yinxi lineage are ultimately too weak compared to these monsters.

Just then, a burst of opera singing erupted like thunder, stirring up a raging storm.

"Hey!!"

With a roar from the Yan people, the wind and thunder surged, transforming into invisible sound waves that pulverized all the heavenly soldiers and generals within a hundred feet, instantly creating a large vacuum zone.

Even the colossal and mighty Giant Spirit General was shattered by the hammer and sent flying like a cannonball, his body torn to pieces.

However, the women of the Qunyu Troupe were not harmed, as if the opera singer was intentionally protecting them.

"The Yan Man's Roar, that's Huan Hou's singing style. He, he is... a Yin Opera Master?"

They stared blankly at the figure in the flowing blue robe, who stood before them like a formidable fortress, unable to calm down for a long time.

With just a single shout, he shattered so many "heavenly soldiers and generals," making the enemies they thought were invincible seem like paper in front of him.

"Tiger crouching, spear pointing, Yan man roaring... He's not the old Celestial Master, but just like us... a Yin Opera Master!"

When an expert makes a move, some things become impossible to hide.

The temperament in his eyes and brows, the rhythm of his singing, and his upright posture all indicated that the other person was definitely a well-educated and upright practitioner of Yinxi opera who had undergone rigorous training since childhood.

Yu Ruyi and Yu Ruyi were both startled, their pupils fixed on the back of that figure. The roar of the Yan people just now reminded them of an old friend.

A familiar face who had appeared in his dreams many times, someone he could only long for but never reach. At this moment, Zhou Sheng turned around, nodded to Jinse, and said, "Protect her."

Then he looked at the group of jade students, his gaze lingering slightly on Yu Ruyi and Yu Ruyi, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Yinxi is not as weak as you think. Even in this level of combat, it can still play a crucial role."

"I have inadvertently implicated you this time. I will make sure you are safe. Now watch carefully. How much you can learn depends entirely on your own comprehension."

Zhou Sheng's voice was calm, yet it conveyed a sense of closeness like an elder to a younger person. Unbeknownst to him, he had reached the age to be an elder himself.

Looking at these seventeen or eighteen-year-old yinxi practitioners, it was as if he was reminded of his own youth.

The same passion, pure and simple, yet naive.

At this moment, the vast sea of ​​heavenly soldiers and generals attacked again, along with many renowned gods, such as Nezha, the Third Prince, and Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

Under the dragon's gaze, Zhou Sheng had already seen through their true colors and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"A wandering ghost dares to impersonate a god?"

After saying this, he walked forward, stepping in a circular pattern, following the eight-treasure lotus pattern, with his left hand in a gesture of holding a bead and his right hand forming a mudra.

"A solitary moon atop Mount Jiuhua, illuminating the desolate path, bringing solace to those ravaged by countless calamities—"

As soon as he began to sing, the Yin Opera masters of the Qunyu Troupe immediately knew that he was singing about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Do not say that the Vajra's angry gaze is in vain, for the Buddha's relics lie in the underworld..."

As Zhou Sheng's opera singing began, boundless Buddhist light suddenly emanated from his body, like a dazzling sun, suppressing the eighteen hells and three thousand ghosts and gods of the underworld.

That was not the Golden Light Mantra, but the purest form of Ksitigarbha's golden body. In the past, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva guarded the underworld and made the great vow that he would not become a Buddha until the hells were emptied. Even the fiercest ghosts and gods would be terrified and submit to him.

Sure enough, as the golden light shone from his body, those so-called heavenly soldiers and generals instantly revealed their true forms, howling in pain.

They were not gods, but living people who were buried with the empress. After their deaths, their souls wandered in the tomb and were controlled and enslaved by the empress.

Under the golden light, it was as if snow and boiling water melted away in an instant.

The seemingly endless heavenly soldiers were pierced by the golden light and vanished like a dream, all turning to nothing.

A glimmer of clarity appeared in their dazed eyes, and after bowing devoutly to Zhou Sheng, they disappeared.

Only by liberating all sentient beings can one attain enlightenment.

The women of the Qunyu Troupe stared at this scene in utter shock. Even they, who were also practitioners of Yin Opera, were now wondering whether the other party was performing an opera or the real Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"There is only one person in the entire world who can cultivate Yin Opera to this level..."

Yu Ruyi murmured to herself, her eyes filled with obvious excitement. Yu Ruyi also stared at the figure, saying, "Senior Sister, it really is him. He's back."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng withdrew his supernatural powers, turned around to look at them, and smiled, "Junior sisters, it's been a long time."

He had now dispelled the illusion and revealed his true form.

"Senior, you, you, you—"

Yang Ying suddenly widened her eyes as she looked at Zhou Sheng, whose appearance had changed drastically. His handsome face, his slightly frosty temples, and his refined and elegant temperament made him seem like a piece of natural jade that had been polished and refined by the years.

Clear-headed, gentle, and possessing exceptional demeanor.

One glance was enough to make her unforgettable, and for some reason, it even made her heart beat a little faster.

"Let me say it again, I'm not old, Xiao Yangying. Actually, I'm not much older than you."

Zhou Sheng explained helplessly.

...(End of this chapter)