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

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Three seconds passed.

……

Nothing happened.

There is no Leifeng Pagoda.

Only Lion Camel Ridge remained firmly shrouded in darkness, with howling winds and a fierce aura filling the sky.

Faming remained frozen in place, still in the hand seal posture.

The anger on his face froze, the madness in his eyes stopped, and in its place was an extreme sense of bewilderment and confusion.

What's going on?

He clearly felt that a large portion of the immense Buddhist power within him had indeed been drawn away by the supernatural force.

The supernatural power was indeed successfully activated.

Can……

What about his Leifeng Pagoda?

Where did they go?!

Ji Zuodao didn't care what kind of storm and confusion was going through the monk's mind.

He felt the surging, strange, and unpredictable power within his body, originating from his third master, Zhou Langchen, and excitedly licked his lips.

"Hey, you bald monk, spacing out can kill you!"

"Eh-!!!"

A fierce and terrifying bird cry, capable of shattering rocks and splitting gold, suddenly resounded throughout this blood-red mountain range!

A burst of dazzling golden light erupted, and Ji Zuodao transformed into a magnificent golden-winged roc with wingspans that blotted out the sky!

By donning the skin of the Third Master, Ji Zuodao could naturally also use the Third Master's Dharma form.

The roc flapped its wings suddenly!

"boom--!!!"

The terrifying gale, like thousands of invisible yet incredibly sharp guillotines, tore through the air, emitting a shrill whistle like the cries of ghosts and gods, and transformed into a destructive storm that swept over Faming, who was still frozen in place!

Faming's pupils suddenly contracted.

He tried to dodge, but the gale covered too wide an area and was too fast!

More importantly... where the hell is Leifeng Pagoda?!

Come out and block the way!

Left with no other choice, Faming could only condense a thick, almost tangible golden light shield around his Dharma form and tough it out!

"Bang! Bang bang bang! Boom—!!!"

The sounds of impact, as dense as raindrops pattering on banana leaves and as heavy as a giant hammer striking a drum, instantly engulfed Faming!

The golden protective shield trembled violently under the endless, sharp, and violent winds that cut and struck it.

The light dimmed at a visible speed, and the surface was covered with spider web-like cracks!

Faming felt as if he had been thrown into a giant, blade-filled washing machine.

He was thrown about by the terrifying force, and the shockwave from the protective Buddhist light made his blood and qi surge, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted!

This feeling...

It's similar to the Gale Calamity in the Three Calamities Realm.

Ji Zuodao, transformed into a golden-winged roc, soared freely under the blood-red sky, each flap of his wings stirring up even more violent gales.

He felt an immense power surging through his body, a power that seemed capable of tearing everything apart, and he felt an overwhelming sense of joy.

"Damn... Master San's top-tier account is so much fun! It's so much fun!"

Moreover, as he became more familiar with this power, Ji Zuodao vaguely grasped the essence of his third master's supernatural ability, "Lion Camel Ridge Yin Yang Dome".

The third master, Zhou Langchen, appears to be a shameless scoundrel who indulges in drinking, gambling, and whoring.

The fact that he's managed to survive this long without being killed is not only due to his exceptional escape skills, but also because of his genuine abilities.

That's definitely a weird mechanism.

It's still the same mechanism that specifically deals with all kinds of disobedient and disgusting people!

When two supernatural realms collide and meet, it's like two soap bubbles touching each other; their edges press together, squeeze each other, and erode each other.

In the end, either one will swallow the other whole, or with a "snap," they will both shatter together.

However, Master San's "Lion Camel Ridge Yin-Yang Dome" is due to the existence of the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle suspended on the dome, which circulates Yin and Yang energies.

This made the barrier of this supernatural space exceptionally solid and heavy!

From soap bubbles, it's been upgraded to bubble gum! It's both durable and tough!

When your light, airy soap bubble collides with a thick, heavy bubble gum, the result is—

It was firmly blocked by the bubble gum!

I can't integrate!

In other words, as long as the Third Master opens the Lion Camel Ridge Yin-Yang Dome first and seizes the home ground...

Unless the opponent has a bizarre and tricky way of breaking through the boundary.

Otherwise, they would have no choice but to take a full hit of the smooth combo prepared by the Third Master in the Yin-Yang Dome of Lion Camel Ridge!

Just imagine, on my home turf, I set the rules, I adjust the power, I can mold you however I want...

Anyway, after a smooth combo, the opponent will be either dead or badly injured!

This mechanism is cunning enough, isn't it? It's ruthless enough, isn't it? It perfectly matches Master San's shameless style, isn't it?

"hey-hey……"

As Ji Zuodao, now transformed into a golden-winged roc, conjured a gleam of mocking arrogance that was indistinguishable from any human's.

He flapped his wings fiercely once more!

A more violent, denser gale, sharper than a soul-slicing storm, swept towards Faming below, who was swaying precariously in the wind, his golden light flickering like a candle in the wind!

"You old bald monk! Can't take it anymore, huh? Taking a bath in the strong winds, isn't it comfortable?"

"Today, if I don't wash away three layers of your bald, scabbed skin, I'll change my surname to yours!"

Faming remained silent, but the fierce and majestic Arhat image suddenly solidified a bit!

His previously lowered, angry eyes suddenly widened, revealing a fierce and wrathful appearance, exuding a resolute and solemn determination to subdue demons and protect the law.

The Dharma image formed a mudra with one hand, while the demon-subduing pestle held in the other hand paused in mid-air. The Sanskrit characters engraved on the pestle suddenly lit up, radiating a scorching light like molten gold.

"Buzz!"

Several swastika-shaped Buddhist seals, burning with golden Buddhist flames, shot out from the top of the vajra, leaving scorching trails, and precisely imprinted themselves on the golden light shield that was already full of cracks and dimmed.

The moment the Buddha's seal is imprinted, it's like a red-hot iron being plunged into ice water, making a "hissing" sound!

Then, a miracle happened.

The light shield, which was originally teetering on the brink of collapse, suddenly became incredibly solid, like gold and iron being reforged in a furnace!

The spiderweb-like cracks quickly healed and disappeared under the scorching Buddha light.

The dim golden light suddenly intensified, becoming incredibly solid and heavy, as if it had been poured with a layer of flowing molten diamond.

As the light swirled, one could faintly sense the rising of Buddhist flames and the thunderous chanting of Zen!

No matter how fiercely the wind howled and cut through it, the newly renovated light shield remained unmoved, as stable as a turtle shell!

"Um?"

Ji Zuodao, who was flapping his wings enthusiastically and pondering whether he should use his claws to crack open this bald donkey's head after the tortoise shell broke, paused slightly.

"Oh?"

"Not bad, you old bald monk, you've got some skills."

"It's alright, it's alright, this is just right."

Ji Zuodao flapped his wings twice.

"The key to making donkey meat sandwiches is controlling the heat."

"If the meat is too dry, it'll get stuck in your teeth; if it's too raw, it'll have a fishy smell. You have to simmer it over low heat, then reduce the sauce over high heat until it's very tender and soft—that's when it's flavorful and fragrant!"

"Your tortoise shell looks pretty sturdy."

"This pot is just right; perfect for stewing meat over high heat!"

"Take the pot off the heat and turn on the stove!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Yin-Yang Qi Bottles hanging above the blood-red sky trembled violently!

On the bottle, the blazing white side representing "Yang" shone brightly, like a miniature sun that had been imprisoned in the bottle, suddenly awakening!

At the mouth of the bottle, a blazing white light surged forth like a volcanic eruption!

The white light twisted and condensed rapidly in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into forty-eight enormous fire dragons with clearly visible scales, flamboyant beards and hair, and raging white flames all around them!

The moment they appeared, the temperature within the entire "Lion Camel Ridge Yin-Yang Dome" suddenly soared to a terrifying level!

The air was scorched and distorted violently, emitting a hissing sound.

Wisps of smoke began to rise from the dark red stone ground beneath their feet, which seemed to be soaked in countless drops of blood.

Some short, oddly shaped plant phantoms even spontaneously combusted with a "poof," turning into a small clump of charred ashes.

Forty-eight fire dragons circled in the air and simultaneously let out a deafening roar.

Then it swooped down towards the golden dome below!

Instead of directly ramming into it with their dragon bodies, they seemed to possess sentience, circling and dancing around the golden light shield, head to tail!

Forty-eight fire dragons formed an enormous and blazing vortex of flames, tightly surrounding Faming and his light shield in the center!

The terrifying heat, like a real wave of flames, relentlessly scorched the golden light shield!

"Sizzle—!!!"

On the surface of the light shield, where it came into contact with the high temperature, a tooth-grinding sound was emitted, which was the Buddha's power being rapidly consumed and evaporated!

The originally solid and heavy golden light gradually thinned and dimmed at a slow but steady pace.

Inside the light mask.

Faming's expression finally changed.

It was no longer just anger or shock, but a mixture of disbelief and fear.

heat!

The heat is indescribable!

He felt as if he had been thrown into Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace, surrounded by flames that could burn everything!

No, it's worse than that!

There was still a glimmer of hope inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

His current situation is like a beggar's chicken that's completely covered in wet mud and then thrown into a blazing bonfire!

The water was evaporating rapidly, and the blood seemed to be boiling.

"He...he wasn't just making threats..."

Faming felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Previously, Ji Zuodao said he would "skin him alive, chop him into mincemeat, and make him into donkey meat sandwiches," and he thought the other party was just making threats.

But now...

Looking at the forty-eight endlessly swirling fire dragons around me, and feeling the cooking environment that was increasingly resembling "simmering over a low flame and reducing the sauce over a high flame"...

Faming had no doubts.

That little bastard...

I'm really thinking about how to make it "mushy, flavorful, tender, and sweet"!

They're really treating a Bodhisattva-level deity with immense power like food!