Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 349 359 No need to submit, just die.
"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!"

The scenery on both sides rushed past, and the wind whistled in my ears.

The lion's tail wrapped around its waist was so powerful, like a serpent, that it would not hesitate to tear itself to pieces at the slightest movement.

As Jianzan looked at the silent marching group of dragon riders and the figure of the blue lion sitting in front of him, the shadow in his heart grew wider.

Something is wrong!
When he first heard that he could return home, he thought that the king had coerced and bribed Li Cunxiao into reaching some kind of agreement in exchange for his freedom.

However, when Jianzan saw the thousand strong and capable Imperial Dragon Guards, his heart skipped a beat.

Is this a hostage exchange?

At first, he could convince himself that Li Cunxiao just wanted to take this opportunity to show off his military strength, or that this Lord Li was cowardly and was bringing troops to embolden himself.

But when the enemy deployed their troops and marched silently toward the snow-capped mountains, the chilling aura made it impossible for him to deceive himself any longer.

Li Cunxiao is likely about to wage war against Tibet!
“Lord Li, I admit that Master Qici is exceptionally strong and unmatched in Jiannan Road, but that is only in a one-on-one situation.”

"Nowadays, besides my Tibet, Sichuan also has Wang Jian and Qingcheng Mountain."

"You and your master have come out in full force; aren't you afraid that your hometown will be raided?"

“I, the Tibetan king, am also a grandmaster. I may be able to defeat you, but I may not be able to kill you.”

"If you provoke a border conflict for no reason, you will only force the three parties to unite. Wouldn't that be like shooting yourself in the foot?"

"On the contrary, we, the people of the Snow Mountain, have always longed to be close to the Great Qin. If Your Excellency can invite us with courtesy, the Zanpu will surely be pleased."

"When the time comes, we will write a letter, offer tribute, and acknowledge our vassal status. The Emperor of Qin will surely be pleased."

"My king and my esteemed teacher are jointly guarding the southwest and keeping the Shu king in check. Isn't that a good thing?"

Jianzan patiently persuaded him, and Li Cunxiao, sitting on the back of the green lion, turned around upon hearing this, his expression a half-smile.

"Do you think I would send out my entire army to deal with a mere chieftain or barbarian king?"

Tusi (chieftain) or Barbarian King?

Upon hearing this, Gyaltsen was filled with rage and could barely contain himself.

Arrogant Central Plains people!

The Qin Dynasty considered itself the legitimate ruler of the world, and regarded all foreign vassal states as barbarians. It was for this reason that the successive Tibetan kings racked their brains to try to enter the capital and wash away the humiliation.

Unfortunately, even in these chaotic times, they have not yet found an opportunity. Let alone avenging their past humiliations, even getting food has become a problem.

"A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan; when survival is at stake, dignity must take a back seat."

Jianzan took a deep breath, barely managing to compose himself, and feigned sarcasm.

"Otherwise what? Does Your Excellency have a way to deal with a Grandmaster on your own?"

The difference between the seventh and eighth realms is like heaven and earth.

"You don't need to pretend to be profound anymore. Master Qici must be somewhere nearby right now."

"Does Your Excellency intend to use me as a guide, or perhaps as bait, under the pretext of returning prisoners, to lure the Zanpu out for a meeting, and then have Master Qici take action, is that it?"

Gyaltsen stared intently at the person before him, trying to discern something from his face.

but no.

Nothing.

Li Cunxiao's expression was very calm, without any mocking sarcasm or the embarrassment of being seen through.

If I had to say something, the other person's eyes darted back and forth, as if they were sizing me up.

"Gyaltsen, are you loyal to Ü-Tsang, or to the Tsangpo?"

"Of course I will be loyal to the Zanpu! Don't waste your time, I would rather die than be a traitor like those chieftains and barbarian soldiers!"

“Then you’d better be mentally prepared,” Li Cunxiao said, turning his head back around.

"Your king will not live past today."

The tone was flat, as if stating something that should be taken for granted.

But for Gyaltsen, the doubts in his heart were not resolved, but instead deepened.

He simply couldn't understand how a martial artist at the Xuan Guan level could say such a thing.

However, since we set off, we have indeed not seen Qici. Li Cunxiao is also quite arrogant and does not seem to be lying.

what is the problem? !
Is he crazy, or am I crazy?!
Now that things have come to this, he can only console himself that perhaps this person is just used to having everything go smoothly and made a foolish move.

Although considering Grandmaster Qici and the Qin Dynasty, it was impossible to kill the other party here, but it was still acceptable to teach him a lesson in return for the "care" he had received over the past six months.

Moreover, the terrain in the snow-capped mountains is complex, with countless roads and trails.

As long as I don't speak up, they have no choice but to. Not everyone is as unyielding as I am; those traitors who turned against me may have already revealed everything.

Gyaltsen felt somewhat frustrated at this thought, but soon, the scenery before him gradually changed from continuous snow-capped mountains to areas with human habitation, and his expression changed as well.

A magnificent palace, with a design quite different from that of the Central Plains, came into view from afar.

Li Cunxiao raised his hand to signal, and the thousand Imperial Guards reined in their horses and lined up precisely in formation without making a sound.

Seeing this, Jianzan's heart sank again, and then he heard the young man's voice before him sweep forward like a surging tide or a booming bell:

"Jia Zuru, come out!"

A single shout caused the snow-covered mountains to tremble, and then, carried by the sound waves, it surged and crashed with the force of collapsing peaks.

In the blink of an eye, the avalanche had grown to a height of hundreds of feet, transforming into a dragon and a phoenix, sweeping straight over the hundred-mile-long stretch of buildings and city walls, heading straight for the palace!

When will the grain promised by Wang Jian be delivered?

"They said there's a shortage of food right now, so we have to wait a few more days."

"Hmph, everyone knows that the King of Shu is greedy and amassed wealth. A mere amount of grain is nothing more than a drop in the ocean to him."

"Alas, there's nothing we can do. The road to Fuzhou is blocked, and the Louguan Dao sect sees Hexi as their own. Even if we were willing to risk our lives for food, it would be difficult."

After speaking, Renzeng and Lunzhu exchanged a glance and fell silent simultaneously.

It's hard to tell whether Li Cunxiao's arrival was a hindrance to Wang Jian or to them.

In the past, even if it was difficult to invade Sichuan, we could still make a living by playing the drums and harassing others on the edge of the mountains.

The occasional disturbances caused by Tibetans were not entirely a bad thing for Wang Jian; at least they forced the people to rely on him.

When Li Cunxiao arrived, Wang Jian outwardly slid to his knees at lightning speed, but inwardly he was unwilling to accept it. That's why he secretly cooperated with Tibet and sent grain, showing a tendency to form an alliance.

It seems like a good thing, but in reality, it means that no one in Tibet dares to take it from them. They can't defeat their enemy, Qici, so they can only be held hostage by their ally, Wang Jian.

It’s so uncomfortable!
"The Zangpu has been in seclusion for two months now; it's about time."

"Jia Zuru, come out!!!"

The resounding voice silenced Ren Zeng's unspoken words. The two men's expressions changed drastically, and two ten-zhang-tall spiritual figures appeared behind them. A gust of wind rippled through the air, and the next moment they were already in the sky.

When faced with the cataclysmic avalanche, Lunzhu's face turned pale in an instant: "With a single word, heaven and earth trembled; you are a grandmaster!"

"Is it Qici, the King of Shu, or the True Man of Qingcheng Mountain?"

"Never mind all that! A subject must die for his lord; we must not allow the avalanche to engulf the palace!"

With a roar, the image of the Tiger-Clad King behind him burst into flames, with white, red, and black colors swirling on his wrathful form as he hurtled toward the avalanche.

Reminded, Lunzhu also poured all his true energy into the spirit of the Lord of Hell, who wore a buffalo head on his neck, a crown of five skulls, three eyes on his forehead, flames all around him, and was adorned with necklaces and magical implements. He held a human bone skull club in his right hand and a hook and rope in his left.

The image vaguely resembles the image of the Great Vajrabhairava of the monk Qici.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Lunzhu thought she heard someone say "Eh."

But at the moment the two spirit statues came into contact with the avalanche, Rinchen and Lunzhu didn't even have time to think.

Because the avalanche was not affected in the slightest by the two people's strength, it continued to rush forward with unstoppable force.

In contrast, their true energy was rapidly depleting, as if one moment it was as abundant as a river thawed in spring, and the next it had become a puddle left over from a severe drought.

Despair inevitably rose in Renzeng and Lunzhu's hearts, and just then, a powerful aura expanded along with the darkness that spread like a curtain in the sky.

"finally come."

Ignoring the horror of Jianzan and the Imperial Dragon Soldiers, Li Cunxiao's figure flashed, and in the next moment he appeared in the sky, facing the Dharma image that had drawn back the dark curtain of heaven:
The dark blue-black deity was short and stout, with one face, two arms, three round red eyes, an open mouth with sharp teeth, furrowed brows and a hat of five skulls, and red hair that stood up.

He wears a necklace of fifty blood-soaked human heads, holds a Vajra Axe in his right hand, and a Kapala, a vessel filled with the blood of all evil spirits, in his left hand. He holds a staff-like knife horizontally on his elbows, with countless divine weapons hidden within the knife.
She wore a tiger skin skirt and was adorned with six kinds of bone beads, necklaces, and snake treasures. Above her was a roc, to her right a black bird, to her left a blue iron wolf, in front of her a black man, and behind her a black dog.

Compared to the usual Vidyarajas, this Mahakala form is several times more ferocious and malevolent, yet amidst its demonic and savage nature, it retains a trace of enlightenment and purity.

The moment it appeared, the black sky and the white snow collided, each occupying half of the sky, like boiling oil meeting ice water.

"Who are you, daring to invade my royal city!"

Lunzhu and Renzeng were in the palm of Mahakala, their faces showing the lingering fear of surviving a calamity.

In that split second, if they had been even a fraction of a second later, both of them would have lost their lives.

His gaze shifted, and he saw that the king, Jia Zuru, was positioned at the heart of the image, his expression solemn.

who is it? !
Judging from his exquisite control over the power of heaven and earth, the opponent's strength is by no means inferior to his own, and may even be superior.

However, among the mountains in the southwest, only Qici, Wang Jian, and Master Yuhai of Qingcheng Mountain have cultivation levels surpassing his own.

Unfortunately, none of the other party's characteristics matched those of these three people.

too young!

It's not about physical youth, but rather the kind of vibrant vitality that can be felt among masters—a vitality that is abundant in essence and signifies longevity.

This vitality can be seen from the interaction between heaven and earth and true essence when it makes a move.

For grandmaster martial artists, the three elements are unified, and the influence of the primordial spirit on essence and true essence is very intuitive for those of the same realm.

But where did this young grandmaster come from?
If we were to estimate her age, she's probably no more than forty.
“Tibetan king, I have come here to make you submit, so as to avoid harming your blood relatives.”

Li Cunxiao's voice echoed throughout the area, and his Imperial Dragon Guards had quietly dispersed at some point, guarding the entrance to the entire royal city.

The city's chieftains and slaves were also alarmed by the catastrophic scene, and they hid in windows and under eaves, cautiously peering out.

Upon discovering the image of Buddha in the sky, they fervently shouted "Buddha has manifested!" and knelt down to kowtow in devotion.

"Make me submit? Who do you think you are?"

Jia Zuru was so angry that she laughed instead.

Grandmasters are the most powerful figures in the world, second only to immortals.

Moreover, as the ruler of a country, his revered status in these snow-capped mountains goes without saying.

From childhood to adulthood, the people around me have treated him with the same humility one would show to God.

But now, some people are acting like superiors, condescendingly bestowing obedience. How can this not make people angry, and how can it not make people laugh?
"Enough. You're so stubborn, you don't even deserve to submit."

Li Cunxiao's perception spread to a radius of a hundred miles, and the illusory image of the secret realm vibrated in the space.

Jia Zuru suddenly had a bad feeling. For a master, this kind of whim was more reliable than the conclusions drawn from a lot of intelligence analysis.

With a thought, the strange phenomena in the heavens and earth caused by the release of the Dharma form immediately subsided, and it enveloped the palace like a black egg.

At the same time, he forced himself to calm down and softened his tone.

"You have yet to reveal your identity. Are you an envoy from Qin? An envoy from Liang? Or from some other vassal state?"

"Explain your purpose, and we can perhaps turn hostility into friendship."

Before she could finish speaking, Jia Zuru suddenly felt the space around her distort, and she felt as if she had lost her support, falling from the sky to the ground.

This process was so brief, less than the snap of a finger, that by the time he hurriedly wrapped himself up in layers of Dharma images, the world before him had already changed.

A world that harbored malice towards him.

The omnipresent killing intent, like needles pricking at your spine, sent chills down your spine, as if you had fallen into the jaws of a demon, surrounded by jagged, sharp blades.

What's even more disheartening is that the power of heaven and earth that once responded to his every call has now turned into an unyielding, lifeless ice field, silent and still.

It's like going from a skilled swimmer to a complete landlubber who's never been in the water before.

"Impossible! This, this is a dojo? You're a grandmaster, no, impossible."

After a brief moment of panic, the tempered spirit quickly regained its composure.

There aren't many ways to make a grandmaster lose control over the power of the outside world. A grandmaster's dojo is one, and another is the legendary Lingbao Cave Heaven.

It is said that Lingbao was formed from the innate, and its cave and secret realm are self-contained. The master of Lingbao is like the master of a small world.

All of these things are consistent with the current situation.

However, the world's rarest treasures are few and far between. I am far away in the remote part of the Great Qin Dynasty. The closest ones to me are Dao Tong Zhenren of Louguan and Li Yisheng in the capital.

As for Maoshan, Daliang, and Magushan, they wouldn't possibly travel thousands of miles to cause me trouble.
"Roar!!!!!!!"

The dragon roared and soared into the sky. A thousand-foot-long crimson dragon coiled around, its head and tail connected, as if forming a closed loop.

Jia Zuru felt an even greater pressure on her body, as if she were carrying the weight of the four seas on her shoulders. Even her own Dharma form began to shrink, from a hundred feet to sixty or seventy feet.
Conversely, at the highest point in the clouds, a hundred-zhang-tall Dharma image slowly expanded to two hundred zhang.

Surrounded by the ten directions of hell, Yama, the judge, sits in rows, accompanied by Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

At first glance, the face of that deity seemed unfamiliar, but upon closer inspection, it appeared vaguely familiar.

"Sir! There must be some misunderstanding between us. We've never met before, so why are we fighting to the death the moment we meet?!"

The enemy's formation was clearly a case of a lion hunting a rabbit with all its might. At this point, Jia Zuru no longer cared about her princely dignity and only wanted to leave this place before discussing anything else.

However, the other party's next sentence almost shattered his Dao heart and destroyed his luck and illusions.

"Never met before? Has Your Majesty forgotten? Last autumn, you even tried to plunder my territory."

"You...you are...Li Cunxiao!!!!"

(End of this chapter)