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

"boom--!!!"

The suppressive power of Leifeng Pagoda was like a massive, tangible mountain, pressing down fiercely!

Ji Zuodao, who had transformed into a golden-winged roc, was surrounded by bursts of golden light. Like a toad being flattened by an invisible hand, he was slammed back to the ground with a "whoosh" from mid-air, creating a large crater!

Smoke and sparks flew everywhere.

"Cough cough..."

Ji Zuodao, covered in dust, struggled to his feet and tried to flap his wings to fly, but it felt as if a real mountain was pressing down on his back. His wings trembled like they were having a seizure, and he just couldn't lift them up!

Gale? It was crushed long ago!

The fire dragon? Under the dazzling Buddhist light of Leifeng Pagoda, it was like a mouse that had seen a cat, drooping and its flames had shrunk back by more than half!

Scratching with claws?

He tried, scratching the Buddha's aura near the pagoda with all his might, but he barely managed to get a few sparks out. It felt like scratching granite, and the impact even made his claws go numb!

It doesn't work! None of it works at all!

Ji Zuodao was extremely anxious.

What sank even deeper into his heart was—

The borrowed, surging "blue stripe" inside this three-master skin is "whooshing" down!

In the short time it took to withstand the suppression, almost half of them were already gone!

This thing isn't a power bank; you can't just ask the third master to recharge it when it's used up.

This is borrowed; once it's used up, it's truly gone!

When the "Lion Camel Ridge Yin-Yang Dome" dissipates, Leifeng Pagoda will fall directly down...

Even if Ji Zuodao had nine lives, he would be crushed into mincemeat on the spot!

"Damn it...are we really going to be defeated by this bald monk?"

"Like an ant trying to shake a tree, it overestimates its own strength."

Faming's voice came through, calm and undisturbed, yet more jarring than any mockery.

"Borrowed power is ultimately just that—borrowed. A tree without roots, water without a source, how can it last?"

"The power of this mythical reappearance is the supreme authority of the Divine Realm to question heaven and earth and communicate with ancient history. How could a mere child like you, who hasn't even glimpsed the beginning, possibly fathom or resist it?"

"Today, you can die under Leifeng Pagoda, which is not a waste of your time wearing this skin and seeing a real view of the high heavens."

"Go in peace."

"The debt your master owed..."

A cold, pleased smile curled at the corners of Faming's lips.

"This humble monk will settle accounts with them all at once."

As soon as the words fell, the Leifeng Pagoda, which was suppressing the supernatural space, shone with even brighter Buddhist light!

The terrifying suppressive power suddenly increased by another 30%!

Ji Zuodao gritted his teeth, feeling the increasing pressure and the rapidly dissipating power. His mind was in a frenzy, like boiling porridge, as he frantically tried to figure out a way to break the deadlock.

Myth reappears... Myth reappears...

How exactly do you reproduce this thing?!

As the phantom of Leifeng Pagoda became more and more solid, its suppressive power grew stronger and stronger.

In the sky, the light of the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottles dimmed to the point of almost going out.

In that critical moment, when they were almost completely crushed—

Ji Zuodao's mind went blank for a moment!

It was like being switched on; suddenly it lit up! It was on!

He had experienced this feeling before.

At the Dharma Aspect Realm, it was also in a flash of inspiration that I was able to open the Netherworld Blood Sea inexplicably, although it was only a half-finished product.

"Haha...hahaha!"

Under Faming's confident, even cruelly pleased gaze.

Ji Zuodao, who was forced to kneel on the ground with his bones creaking, actually grinned and laughed.

That smile was reckless, a little crazy, and also exuded a sense of exhilaration.

"Bald monk..."

Ji Zuodao, panting heavily, raised his eyes, which were still frighteningly bright despite the heavy pressure, and looked at Faming in mid-air.

"You fucking can recreate this..."

"Can't I be your father?!"

Faming frowned, and his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Then, he sensed that the fierce and demonic aura on Ji Zuodao's body, which had been suppressed and was about to be extinguished, suddenly burst forth again like a wildfire doused with boiling oil!

An even more ancient, more savage, and more pure demonic aura, like a sleeping prehistoric beast, slowly opened its scarlet eyes.

Immediately following, a grand, violent chant, filled with the stench of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was recited from Ji Zuodao's mouth:

"[The Myth Reborn!]"

"【—Three demons occupy the mountain, Lion Camel overruns the wilderness!—】"

"The mountains are covered with corpses, the air is thick with the stench of blood, three great demons guard the perilous pass, and forty-eight thousand demon soldiers stand in formation around them. Anyone who enters this mountain will hardly survive unscathed!"

"roar--!!!"

"Awooo—!!!"

"Hiss hiss hiss—!!!"

Countless, overlapping, chaotic roars of demons, filled with greed, tyranny, and hunger, exploded like billions of thunderbolts in the already shattered phantom of "Lion Camel Ridge" behind Ji Zuodao!

The entire blood-red mountain range seemed to have been infused with a real soul and flesh, and suddenly came to life!

The rocks turned into hideous white bones, and the trees twisted into menacing monsters.

Thick, black blood seeped from the ground, and the sky was completely covered by swirling, dark, demonic clouds that blotted out the sun!

A foul wind, a real foul wind, carrying the smell of rust and decay, surged outwards in all directions from Ji Zuodao as its center, like a tsunami!

Wherever it went, even the golden Buddha light emanating from Leifeng Pagoda was eroded, polluted, and forced back!

And behind Ji Zuodao.

At the summit of the three highest and most treacherous peaks of Lion Camel Ridge, which have come "alive".

Three terrifying demonic figures, towering into the sky and exuding demonic aura, slowly condensed and appeared from the boundless demonic clouds and the sea of ​​blood and gore!

On the left mountain peak, a golden-winged roc stands proudly, its wings reaching the sky, its golden light dazzling, its sharp eyes looking down at the earth as if it were looking at the bait on a plate.

On the right-hand mountain peak, a green-maned lion roars to the sky, its voice shaking the surrounding area. Its gaping maw seems capable of swallowing the sun and moon, its ferocious and violent appearance striking the landscape.

The central peak, with its yellow-tusked old elephant trunk pointing to the sky and tusks like halberds, exudes a despairing sense of oppression with its massive, mountain-like body, and every breath it takes stirs up a storm of blood and gore.

The three demons of Lion Camel Ridge have appeared together!

Behind them, amidst the towering mountains and deep valleys, countless pairs of greedy and ferocious crimson eyes gleamed in the darkness!

Those 48,000 demon soldiers are grinding their teeth and sucking blood, eager to make their move!

At this moment, the entire "Lion Camel Ridge Yin-Yang Dome" was no longer just a realm of supernatural power evolution.

It came to life and became a real, demonic kingdom that existed in the cracks between mythology and history, a kingdom that devoured people without spitting out their bones!

Ji Zuodao slowly raised his hand and pointed to the Leifeng Pagoda in mid-air, where the golden light had begun to fluctuate violently and the chanting had become sharp and rapid.

His face once again revealed that arrogant, malicious smile.

"Bald monk..."

"Your Leifeng Pagoda can subdue the White Snake, sever ties of love, and break the cycle of cause and effect..."

"That's because Lady White Snake still has some sense of reason and is bound by your Buddhist precepts."

Ji Zuodao's voice clearly reached Faming's ears, whose face had already turned pale.

"But these three gentlemen behind me..."

"And here are all these brothers, waiting for dinner..."

"they……"

"I don't follow your set of rules and regulations."

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing a hideous smile, and spoke each word slowly and deliberately, like a demon's whisper:

"They only recognize—"

"Meat!"

"Now……"

Ji Zuodao suddenly waved his hand, and the three demons behind him let out a deafening roar. The roars of 48,000 demon soldiers merged into a destructive wave!

"Come!"

"You fucking bastard—"

"Give it a try?!"