Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Those eyes had no reason, no emotion, only endless madness and hunger, ten thousand times more terrifying than the evil spirits in the deepest part of the underworld!

Jin Chanzi was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. Every hair on his body stood on end, and a chilling coldness shot from the base of his tail straight to the top of his head!

He wanted to run, but his body, weakened by hunger and thirst, was completely unresponsive. His legs were as limp as noodles, and he couldn't even stand up.

"I'm so hungry..."

That enormous black shadow was none other than General Rolling Curtain, who had been banished to the mortal realm and was enduring the torment of being pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords every seven days.

At this moment, his mind had been completely destroyed by the endless, extreme pain, and only the most primal instinct remained in his mind—eating!

His eyes, flashing with a crazed green light, were fixed on the trembling stray dog ​​by the river. In his eyes, it was not a life, but a piece of moving meat that could temporarily fill the emptiness in his stomach!

"Awooo..."

Jin Chanzi let out an extremely mournful cry filled with endless fear.

The next second, the Curtain-Rolling General's towering body moved.

He didn't even use any supernatural powers; he simply stretched out his hand, which was larger than a millstone, and scooped up the tiny golden cicada, holding it tightly in his palm.

"Click—"

The sound of bones cracking was so crisp it made your teeth ache.

Before Jin Chanzi could even let out a scream, his fragile wild dog-like body was crushed into a twisted mass of flesh by the terrifying strength of the Curtain-Rolling General.

However, this is only the beginning.

The Curtain-Rolling General seemed to think that wasn't enough; a cruel smile appeared on his filthy, disheveled face.

He reached out his other hand and grabbed one of the wild dog's hind legs.

"Rip—!!!"

The extremely piercing sound of flesh being torn apart echoed on the deathly silent banks of the quicksand river.

Jin Chanzi's sixth incarnation was brutally torn in two by General Rolling Curtain!

Warm blood and shattered internal organs rained down on General Rolling Curtain, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

He opened his blood-red maw and savagely stuffed the half of the still-dripping dog carcass into his mouth, chewing it greedily with a horrifying crunching sound.

Jin Chanzi's completely disintegrated spirit, carrying a resentment and despair even stronger than all five of his previous lives combined, drifted out from the pool of bloody, mangled corpses.

The last thing he saw was his own mangled body being eaten like a snack by a madman.

What is this?

What kind of calamity is this in the Journey to the West?!

Before he could figure it out, that familiar yet domineering force of reincarnation once again ruthlessly dragged him away, slamming him hard towards the Netherworld.

……

Meanwhile, far away in the Thirty-Three Heavens, on Mount Sumeru.

In the ruins of that dilapidated main hall, which was drafty on all sides.

The guide had just slowly woken up from his coma. He struggled to get up from the ground, his old face deathly pale, and dark golden blood was still seeping from his empty left eye socket.

The successive sudden deaths of his previous five incarnations had severely depleted his sage essence, and even caused fine cracks to appear in his Dao heart.

"Senior brother, you're awake?"

Beside him, the equally miserable Daoist Zhunti quickly came over, his face full of worry.

Jieyin waved his hand, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of scrap metal were rubbing together: "It's alright... I won't die..."

He forcibly suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, and with trembling fingers, he began to deduce the whereabouts of the sixth incarnation of Jin Chanzi.

"That demon from the underworld is despicable, but he can't keep targeting us forever."

"I refuse to believe that he can cause any more trouble in this sixth life!" Jieyin gritted his teeth, a last glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

In his previous five lives, he died in such coincidences and in such bizarre ways.

They were either eaten by Lin Xuan's seed, roasted by Lin Xuan's seed, trampled to death by their own people, or smashed to death by the banished generals of the Heavenly Court.

In this sixth life, shouldn't it be his turn to have a change of fortune?

Jieyin's eyes were fixed on the void in front of him, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He was more nervous than ever before.

Jin Chanzi is the last hope for the Western Sect to turn the tide!

suddenly!

A sudden, intense surge of emotion welled up in his heart!

That terrifying causal backlash, which he had been terrified to the core, exploded once again without warning!

The causal thread between him and Jin Chanzi, which was already more fragile than a spider's silk, broke again with extreme decisiveness!

"puff--!!!"

Jieyin was as if he had been struck head-on by a bolt of divine lightning, and suddenly froze on the spot. His one intact eye stared wide open like a copper bell, and the eyeball almost bulged out of its socket.

The next second, a mouthful of holy blood, thicker and larger than ever before, even turning dark black, gushed out of his mouth like volcanic lava bursting its banks!

"No--!!!"

Jieyin only had time to let out a shrill, inhuman scream before everything went black, unable to withstand the devastating blow.

His already weak body, like rotten mud with its bones removed, fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the moldy prayer mat, and once again, completely lost consciousness.

The pungent, overpowering smell of blood permeated the dilapidated hall.

Zhunti Daoist stared blankly at his senior brother lying in a pool of blood, his bitter old face completely numb.

Another...another dead?

How the hell are we supposed to live like this?!