A master of comedy!

Inside the great tomb, the blue waves surged, and the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each displaying their unique abilities.

Especially when Zhou Sheng sang about Lü Dongbin, the song he was most skilled at, the Pure Yang Divine Sword was drawn from the void, transforming into a golden crow that split the seawater in two, leaving a deep wound on the drought demon's body.

Thick, crimson blood dripped down, as if carrying an innate curse, causing the once vast sea to recede, replaced by a cracked, scorching earth.

She roared, devouring countless spiritual energies, her eyes turning blood red, and charged at Zhou Sheng like a madman, only to be forcefully blocked by Monkey King with his indestructible body.

At this moment, Zhou Shen silently closed his eyes, raised his hand, and the Pure Yang Divine Sword flew back into his palm.

The moment he grasped the sword hilt, it was as if the sword light cleaved through the gloom in his mind, and he saw a handsome Taoist lying on a white cloud, playing his sword and singing.

The man wore a blue turban and white robe, had a long beard and handsome eyes, and was eight feet two inches tall. His beard was sparse and black, and there was a purple lightning and blue light in his eyes when he looked around.

The greatest swordsman in the world, the Pure Yang Patriarch Lü Dongbin!

At this moment, Zhou Sheng not only became one with the actor, but also walked through the illusion, eventually overlapping with the figure of the Pure Yang Patriarch and merging into one.

This is the highest level of Yin-Yang drama after the unity of human and play.

I am God, and God is me.

It's as if a character from a play has broken through the wall and stepped out of the play.

This is a very deep resonance, requiring a soul-to-soul connection with the characters in the play. Even Yu Zhensheng cannot guarantee that he can do this often.

Zhou Sheng's cultivation level had surpassed his master's, but he was still somewhat lacking in the art of Yin Opera. However, he was exceptionally talented and had the Pure Yang Divine Sword by his side, which he often used to study and comprehend. Thus, he accumulated knowledge and skills and eventually reached the highest level of the Yin Opera lineage.

Suddenly, the Pure Yang Divine Sword erupted with a clear and melodious sword cry, as if it were exceptionally excited, and unleashed countless sword lights.

"The Primordial Chaos, the Golden Flower Transforms into a Sharp Edge. Kan and Li Forge the Soul, Qian and Kun Cast the Form..."

A series of profound incantations appeared in Zhou Sheng's mind, as if Lu Zu was reciting true teachings in his ear, imparting swordsmanship.

Zhou Sheng suddenly realized that he finally understood why the old man from Niushan had said that the Pure Yang Divine Sword contained the legacy of Lu Zu, but he could not see through it.

The original intention was to wield this sword, sing the song of Lü Zu, and enter a state of complete absorption where one forgets both the act and the person.

Looking at Zhou Sheng who suddenly closed his eyes, the Empress seemed to sense some kind of danger. While fighting with Monkey King, her fiery red hair grew in the wind and rushed towards Zhou Sheng like fire dragons.

This scene greatly shocked the young Yin Opera practitioners of the Qunyu Troupe. Every strand of hair was like a fiery dragon. Even if the entire Qunyu Troupe risked their lives, they probably couldn't compare to a single strand of the opponent's hair.

"Senior Zhou, young man—"

The word "heart" was left unsaid, abruptly ending.

Because Zhou Sheng opened his eyes.

The vast sword energy bloomed like blue lotuses, severing all the fire dragons.

The broken hairs drifted down like a rain of fire.

Azure Lotus Sword Qi Body Protection Divine Power!
His long hair flew wildly, and his abdomen emitted red and white light. The red light transformed into a red dragon that spewed out from his nostrils, while the white light transformed into a white tiger that leaped out from his ear canals.

The dragon and tiger clashed in the air, unleashing 360 thunder pearls that formed a celestial thunder and fire sword domain.

Boom!

The swords rang out like thunder, accompanied by the roars of dragons and tigers, shaking the heavens. In an instant, the entire tomb was enveloped by streaks of purple lightning sword energy, transforming it into a vast ocean of sword energy.

Zhou Tian Thunderfire Sword Domain!

The Empress's screams rang out continuously. Under such terrifying sword energy, even steel bones would be instantly cut to pieces.

Even the Monkey King, who possesses an indestructible body, voluntarily withdrew, showing considerable apprehension towards these sword auras.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere!
Beneath the Zhou Tian Thunderfire Sword Domain, the crisscrossing qi was like a meat grinder, tearing this strange tomb to shreds, leaving it teetering on the brink of collapse, with countless sword marks, some of which even revealed the sunlight overhead.

However, this drought demon truly lived up to its legendary status, representing the pinnacle of zombies. Despite being covered in wounds under Lu Zu's sword techniques, it still retained its fighting power and was not severely injured.

The injuries looked terrifying, but with the infusion of spiritual energy from the Kunlun Mountains, they were visibly healing.

She even took out a peach. It was a fairy peach that radiated a faint ethereal light and had a rich fragrance that made one's pores feel light and refreshed; it was definitely not an ordinary peach from the mortal world.

After eating the immortal peach, the drought demon's sword wounds not only healed instantly, but its aura also surged, and even its desiccated body began to fill out, restoring its dignified and radiant appearance.

Zhou Sheng frowned, finally understanding why the Empress dared to set up this scheme to lure out the existence of the Earthly Immortal Realm.

This great tomb is very strange; once you enter, you can no longer use your supernatural ability to escape through the void.

Moreover, although the spiritual energy here is abundant, it seems to recognize only the Empress and be controlled by her.

Even powerful figures like Zhou Sheng and Monkey King cannot forcibly absorb spiritual energy to replenish their magic power here; they can only rely on their own magic power.

However, the Empress has a constant supply of spiritual energy and rare treasures like immortal peaches. Even if she were to exhaust the Earthly Immortal Realm, she could wear them down.

Fortunately, he is not fighting alone today.

The sound of the zither began, playing "The Qin King's Battle Song." The stirring music continuously infused his body with a certain power, quickly replenishing Zhou Sheng's somewhat depleted sword intent.

"Brother Monkey, hold on for me for a moment."

He transmitted his voice in secret, then opened his mouth and swallowed back the Dragon Tiger Pill Qi, inhaling all 360 Thunder Pearls into his nose. His long, flowing hair instantly danced in the air, and his eyes were filled with a vast and divine sword intent.

It seemed as if some earth-shattering sword technique was brewing.

For some reason, the Empress, who had just consumed the immortal peach and thought she had victory in her grasp, suddenly felt a tremor in her Dao heart and was overwhelmed by an extremely strong sense of crisis.

It felt like a thorn in my back, like a sword at my neck.

Every pore on his body trembled, as if he would surely die if he did not stop that earth-shattering sword strike.

It was as if dark clouds were covering the sky, and calamity was descending upon the body; if one was even a step too late, there would be no hope of redemption!
Without any hesitation, she charged towards Zhou Sheng through the flames, even resorting to a desperate secret technique that sacrificed her cultivation to forcibly enhance her magical power.

However, what stood in her way was the reincarnation of the Great Sage.

"You vixen, if you want to hurt my brother, you'll have to get past your grandpa Sun first!"

Without a second thought, Monkey King unleashed his Heaven and Earth Transformation Technique once more, charging towards the Drought Demon with his Vajra Body. This time, his eyes blazed with fury, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens—a truly reckless and suicidal attack.

Faced with such a fierce offensive, the Empress could only suffer a temporary setback, watching helplessly as Zhou Sheng accumulated sword intent and prepared his supernatural powers.

About a quarter of an hour later, large patches of the monkey's fur had been burned black, and his golden aura had dimmed considerably. His supernatural powers of manifesting heaven and earth were about to dissipate at any moment.

He had already reached his limit. If they were fighting elsewhere, this witch would surely be the one to die. But in this Kunlun Tomb, she had the advantage of both time and place.

Roar!
The drought demon also became truly enraged, opening its mouth and baring its fangs, actually biting down on Monkey King's neck.

Sparks flew everywhere, producing a screeching sound that sent chills down your spine.

Blood flowed from the drought demon's mouth, but she ignored it, her fangs slowly piercing into the Monkey King's indestructible body, trying to suck it dry.

Just then, the sound of swords rang out again.

Zhou Sheng's body suddenly exploded, but instead of flying blood and flesh, it transformed into three thousand six hundred pure yang sword lights, like three thousand six hundred peach petals, each petal carrying a wisp of sword intent.

The drought demon let out a scream and released its grip.

Three thousand six hundred sword lights simultaneously pierced through her body, penetrating every pore, acupoint, meridian, and even every crevice the size of a mustard seed.

To sever every inch of the drought demon's flesh at the most microscopic level.

In an instant, the drought demon exploded with blood mist, and its body was almost completely turned into rotten flesh from head to toe.

But these bits of meat are still reorganizing and repairing themselves.

However, Zhou Sheng's supernatural powers did not end there. The three thousand six hundred petals reassembled and transformed into a huge Vajra Divine Sword, which hung exactly nine feet and nine feet above the Baihui acupoint on the top of the drought demon's head, corresponding to the pure Yang number of ninety-nine.

Scattered like flowers across the sky, gathered into a diamond-like body.

...(End of this chapter)