A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The coldness in Ji Zuodao's eyes almost solidified.

"Seven Seven!"

"Take Dog and stay away."

Qiqi, who had been standing obediently to the side with her little fists clenched tightly, immediately ran over upon hearing this.

She reached out her small hand, with some effort but with extraordinary determination, and took Dog Master from Ji Zuodao's arms, holding him carefully.

Then, using its small body, it tried its best to block Dog Grandpa, retreating step by step until it reached behind a huge rock in the distance before stopping.

Ji Zuodao then turned back to look at Faming, who was still standing in the same spot with a calm expression.

He twisted his neck, making a crisp "crack" sound.

He flexed his wrists again, and the cold smile on his face became even more ferocious and violent.

"today……"

"I'll skin that bald monk alive..."

"Chop it into filling and make donkey meat sandwiches..."

"Give this to Dog-Grandpa a good boost!"

As they were talking.

Ji Zuodao's figure was already heading straight for Faming.

A flicker of barely suppressed anger finally flashed in Faming's eyes.

One by one!

Everyone, come and save this old dog!

What exactly is this inner demon, this tempting prize?!

Is it worth it for you to go to such great lengths, even flooding Jinshan Temple and starting a war with it?

He said no more.

Raise one hand.

Palms facing up.

A golden swastika symbol, radiating profound Buddhist energy, appeared out of thin air.

The moment the Buddha's seal appeared, the surrounding air seemed to become thick and heavy.

Faint Buddhist chants and hymns could be heard, carrying a magnificent power to purify and suppress everything.

To deal with a mere junior at the Dharma Aspect Realm.

There's no need for any fancy supernatural powers.

One Buddha seal is enough.

The golden light of the Buddha seal in his palm shone brightly, and he was about to gently press it down in Ji Zuodao's direction.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could even see the young man wearing the comical hood rushing toward him.

The speed is good.

But that's all.

The cultivation level of the Dharma Aspect Realm...

They couldn't even break through his defenses.

Then--

Faming felt a blur before his eyes.

The figure that was originally several feet away, rushing towards him, vanished into thin air like a ghost!

No, it didn't disappear!

The speed was unbelievably fast.

The next instant.

An indescribable force slammed down on his shiny bald head, which was usually praised by countless worshippers as having a "dignified and majestic appearance"!

"Well?!"

Faming didn't even have time to react.

His body was like an iron stake that had been smashed by a sledgehammer weighing ten thousand tons.

With a loud "boom"!

It was forcefully shoved into the hard rocky ground beneath its feet!

The swastika Buddhist seal on his palm, which had just lit up but hadn't yet had a chance to unleash its power, suddenly dimmed in golden light and then went out with a "poof" sound, like a candle flickering in the wind.

His entire lower body was smashed into the ground!

excruciating pain.

An unbelievable, excruciating pain, accompanied by intense dizziness and tinnitus, overwhelmed Faming's senses in an instant, like a tidal wave.

He was stunned.

Completely bewildered.

What... what is this?

What happened?

I...I got hit?

He was punched into the ground by a junior at the Dharma Aspect Realm?

Before he could recover from this unbelievable and absurd reality...

Then the fist that had slammed him into the ground was raised again.

Then, in the reflection of Famin's pupils, which were somewhat unfocused due to the intense pain and shock...

That fist, accompanied by a chilling gust of wind, slammed down again!

The target is still his bald head!

"Bang!!"

"Bang bang bang!!"

One punch!

Another punch!

One more punch!

Every punch landed squarely, no, every punch landed on the head!

The dull thuds, like the beating of drums or the frantic work of a pile driver, echoed rhythmically and violently in this quiet forest clearing, one after another!

Faming was like a wooden stake driven into the ground, being smashed deeper and deeper into the earth by these violent fists, one after another!

The hard rocky ground, under this terrifying force, became as fragile as tofu, constantly exploding and shattering, forming an ever-deepening pit.

His bald head was now red and swollen from being smashed, and there were even several cuts on his forehead. Blood mixed with dirt covered his face, and he could no longer see any trace of his "dignified appearance". All that was left was a mess and a ferocious look.

"Damn it...!!"

Faming roared with anger and horror in his heart.

This power!

That speed!

"This is not the Dharma Realm!!"

"Divine treasure?! Or... the Three Calamities?!"

"How is that possible?! How old is this kid?!"

He finally regained a sliver of rationality from his initial bewilderment and excruciating pain.

"Get out of here!!"

Faming roared, no longer caring about manners or holding back.

The spiritual energy erupted suddenly!

"Buzz—!!!"

A dazzling, pure golden light, like a small sun, burst forth from his body that had been smashed into the ground!

A powerful repulsive force spread wildly outwards from him!

The ground cracked inch by inch, and pebbles shot out in all directions like bullets!

at the same time.

A golden Arhat statue, tens of feet tall, draped in a golden-red robe, with fierce and majestic eyes, holding a vajra pestle, suddenly condensed and appeared behind him!

The Dharma image was surrounded by scorching and fierce golden Buddhist light, and the chanting of Sanskrit was like a great bell, carrying an unparalleled power to dispel all evil and suppress all heretics!

Under the impact of this sudden burst of divine power, Ji Zuodao's fists, which were like a leech and a storm, were finally forced to stop, and his body was shaken and slid back several feet.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Faming unleashed a burst of Buddhist power and with a loud "boom," broke free from the human-shaped crater he had created himself.

His hair was disheveled, his monk's robe was tattered, and his face was covered in blood and dirt.

The bright red fist mark on his forehead was clearly visible, making him look extremely disheveled.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot with anger and shock as he stared intently ahead at the young man he had knocked back, who was now swinging his wrist as if trying to recover from the recoil.

then.

He saw it.

On Ji Zuodao's body, a layer as thin as a cicada's wing, with a strange texture like that of a living person's skin, slowly emerged from his neck, wrists, and other parts, and then, as if it were alive, covered and adhered to his entire body.

Ji Zuodao's appearance also changed.

At the same time, a fierce aura slowly emanated from him and spread out.

That aura, completely opposite to the peaceful and pure Buddha light, was like water and fire, instantly staining the area with an unsettling dark red.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Faming, whose face had turned completely gloomy and who looked as if facing a formidable enemy.

He grinned and smiled.

That smile was radiant, but devoid of any warmth; it was filled with malice that was almost overflowing.

"Bald monk."

"Now……"

"It's time for the main course."

The words fell.

Ji Zuodao slammed his hands together in front of his chest, forming the Sun Wheel Seal.

"Supernatural power—"

His voice, as if coming from the deepest hell, was cold, hoarse, and had a metallic, abrasive quality.

"Lion Camel Ridge Yin-Yang Dome!"

"BOOM—!!!"

The world seemed to change color at that moment!

Centered on Ji Zuodao, an indescribable, vast, ancient, and wild phantom suddenly descended, replacing the surrounding nighttime mountain forests!

It was a boundless, blood-red mountain range, with jagged rocks and towering ancient trees, all exuding a deathly, dark red hue.

A chilling wind howled through the mountains, making a sound like ghosts wailing and wolves howling; when it blew on people, it seemed to freeze their souls directly.

An overwhelming aura of ferocity, malevolence, and bloodlust, like a tangible tide, permeated every inch of space.

And atop this blood-red mountain range.

A colossal, ancient, bottle-shaped phantom, seemingly capable of containing the entire world, slowly emerged.

Half of the bottle is pitch black, like an abyss that devours all light; the other half is bright white, like the sun that scorches everything.

The Yin and Yang energies, like two intertwined dragons, swirled and flowed around the bottle, emitting a terrifying aura that made heaven and earth tremble!

The vast demon realm of Lion Camel Ridge has appeared!

The Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottles are suspended from the dome!

Faming looked up at the blood-red sky that had obscured the moonlight and replaced the night sky.

The last trace of color finally faded from his blood-stained face.

In his pupils, only endless horror remained.

This supernatural power is...