Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 384 Violent
Lu Xingzhou's rescue was merely an instinctive act; had he thought it through carefully, he might not have gone ahead.

If he wasn't saved, Long Qinghuang's dragon body was extraordinary; even if she took a blow from Pudu, she wouldn't be seriously injured, at least much less so than him, and her recovery ability was far superior to his.

At most, it would lead to the defeat of the Holy Mountain Battle, but Long Qinghuang would still be able to withdraw his troops and make a comeback in the future.

As for a small Karami like him, he might not even be able to withstand this attack even if he risked his life. Can he compare? Is it worth it?
However, instinctive behavior is beyond the control of reason. When their woman is in danger, no man can still consider the pros and cons on the spot and will instinctively spring out.

It was only at this moment that Lu Xingzhou realized that his feelings for Long Qinghuang were no longer just about taming or running away.

He knew how good Long Qinghuang was to him.

The heart can be warmed.

As it turned out, Lu Xingzhou's rescue efforts were far more meaningful than he had realized.

Long Qinghuang's previous inability to move was a typical example of being caught in a battle of the soul, temporarily unable to attend to anything else.

Long Qinghuang's cultivation was somewhat unbalanced; otherwise, why would she, with a body a hundred times stronger than Ye Tinglan, consider herself slightly inferior to Ye Tinglan in overall strength? This is because her spiritual cultivation was relatively weak, and her understanding of the profound methods of the Xuanmen sect was relatively poor, especially in areas such as divination by observing qi, feng shui and earth veins, alchemy and talisman making, etc., which she was basically clueless about.

This has nothing to do with age. If you can't do it, you just can't. Even if you asked Ye Tinglan, who is known for being all-powerful, to forge a body like hers, Ye Tinglan still wouldn't be able to.

Previously, the Demon Realm relied mainly on the assistance of the demon race from the Holy Mountain in these projects, but what if the Holy Mountain becomes the enemy?

As the breeze brushed against the back of her neck and Long Qinghuang reached back to grab it, a Buddhist chant simultaneously filled her ears.

It seemed as if the grand and majestic sounds of a great bell were echoing in my heart, and countless chants resounded throughout my soul.

A divine voice questioned from the void: "Long Qinghuang, do you know your crime?"

This is not the voice of ordinary gods or Buddhas... it seems to carry the intent of a dragon.

Long Qinghuang seemed to see a golden dragon appearing and disappearing among the clouds, with an ancient aura spreading out. She felt a surge of emotion and respect from her bloodline.

That was... after the ancient ancestors attained Buddhahood?
So the ancient dragon race also believed in Buddhism? Is this really the same as the Eight Legions of Devas and Asuras?
"What crime have I committed?" Long Qinghuang replied coldly.

"Since you ascended the throne, my dragon race has been reduced by 20%. Even other races that have suffered defeats and massacres have not suffered as severe losses as those under your rule. What else could this be but a crime?"

Long Qinghuang remained silent.

Although this was sabotaged by someone else, and the cause may not have started with me, it may have started much earlier.

However, this responsibility has indeed permeated his entire reign since his ascension to the throne, and as the Dragon Emperor, he cannot escape blame.

"It is my fault," Long Qinghuang readily admitted. "It is never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost. I am now working on solving this problem."

"It's good that you know you're wrong; this is the first offense."

Long Qinghuang did not argue.

In reality, this is a subtle and pervasive form of spiritual infiltration. It starts by making you agree with what you find plausible. Once you've accepted the first step, you'll gradually be brainwashed and fall into its mental trap.

When Long Qinghuang "confessed," the psychological suggestion had already taken effect.

Then Longyin said again, "Disrespecting the Dharma, disrespecting the Buddha, recklessly waging war, and desecrating the sacred mountain—is this not a sin?"

If it were a normal logical argument, Long Qinghuang would know that the attack on the Holy Mountain was originally intended to atone for the first sin. However, here the two have been separated, making it seem as if the first sin was entirely caused by Long Qinghuang, and thus the attack on the Holy Mountain has also become her second sin.

However, under the influence of mental magic, it is difficult to immediately discern such logical traps.

Once she begins to doubt herself about the conquest of the holy mountain, her mind will become even more chaotic.

Long Qinghuang's mind was indeed unable to escape the influence of the magic, and she couldn't distinguish the logical traps, but after a moment of silence, she replied: "So what?"

Longyin: "?"

She's got me cornered.

"I am the Demon Emperor, sweeping across thousands of miles and whipping the world. Let alone a mere mountain or a few bald monks, who dare to plot against me and collude with rebels... Even the Emperor of Qian Kingdom and the Holy Lord of Tianyao, I will defeat them sooner or later, trample the horses of Qian Capital and pacify the eagles of Tianyao. Gods and Buddhas? I will not respect them, so what? If this is a crime, who can judge me!"

Longyin: "??"

"As an ancestor of the dragon race, I may still give you some face when discussing matters of dragon reproduction, and you may judge your merits and demerits as you see fit. However, if you were to return to the Dragon Court, you would be nothing more than a servant standing below me. Who gave you the confidence to think you could judge me in matters of foreign affairs?"

The exchange of souls seemed to last a long time, but in reality, it was completed the instant of contact. At this moment, Pudu was turning back from Longkong and blasting towards Long Qinghuang's back ribs.

Long Qinghuang knew someone was attacking, but due to the clash of their souls, she couldn't break through and was temporarily unable to concentrate. She only planned to rely on her strong body to endure it for a while. At the same time, her soul also increased its power, attempting to directly and violently break through the spell.

In reality, this is the second layer of the sacred mountain trap.

Although Pudu and the others did not expect that Long Qinghuang would break the mental guidance in this way... they did not expect that a single layer of magical guidance could defeat an opponent as strong as Long Qinghuang, who was at the pinnacle of the world. Therefore, they secretly laid a second layer of effect—using the characteristics of the sacred mountain's ley lines to trigger the berserk nature of the demon race's genes.

Once Long Qinghuang has the idea of ​​violently breaking through, coupled with the frustration and rage of being ambushed and injured at this time, the violent factor in her bones will be increasingly aroused by magic, gradually leading her to lose her rationality.

Therefore, their attack was aimed at the dragons' Achilles' heel from beginning to end, specifically designed to provoke their rage.

Intelligent life, once it loses its reason, no matter how powerful, will no longer pose much of a threat to experienced cultivators. They might even be able to guide the raging Dragon Emperor out to slay dragons—that would be a complete victory.

The bad news is that the attack was blocked... The Dragon Emperor was unharmed, and the expected result of enrage was not achieved.

The good news is... the Dragon Emperor has gone berserk again.

"Roar!" A deafening dragon's roar resounded as Long Qinghuang revealed her true form. The surrounding mountains were directly shattered by her transformation, several peaks were flattened, and the earth sank and the sky tilted.

Regardless of the power of feng shui and earth veins, its effect is only half that of the previous power when several mountain peaks have been leveled... At the same time, a violent and savage mental shock, completely unreasonable, frantically tore apart the magical illusion. A cuckoo phantom appeared from the void with a miserable cry. The image became more and more ethereal, and then rushed straight to a certain place in the mountain's belly, unable to survive under the dragon's might for long.

One force can overcome ten techniques!

The dragon looked back.

Pudu, who was frantically fleeing, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He subconsciously looked back and saw the bright red dragon's eyes in mid-air, like a blood-red sunset.

"You...you're courting death!"

With an extremely violent dragon roar, the massive body of the golden dragon, tens of feet long, flew faster than lightning, sweeping across the sky above Pudu.

When they left, all that remained was a headless corpse, crushed and mangled, while a bald man was gripped in the air by a dragon's claw, his eyes wide open, frozen in disbelief.

"Crack!" The bald head was completely crushed, blood and gore everywhere.

Long Lie, Long Ao, and the others, who were leading their followers in battle against the monks outside the mountain, watched in stunned silence.

Even the Dragon Clan's Imperial Guard and the monks of the Holy Mountain were unable to continue the fight, and they were all trembling with fear.

Even if the Dragon Emperor hadn't reached the peak of perfection among the Super Grade realms, he was still just a hair's breadth away, definitely among the top tier of the upper grade. And the berserk Dragon Emperor's strength at this moment was infinitely close to the legendary Qian Yuan realm; it wouldn't be a problem to simply call him a Qian Yuan. In this world, he was invincible!
Not to mention the monks, even the dragons were worried that the berserk Dragon Emperor would crush them all indiscriminately, friend or foe.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Lu Xingzhou remained half-conscious, quietly lying on the reverse scales of the dragon's back, carefully covering them with his scales, remaining as calm as if on flat ground despite the most violent turbulence and upheavals.

"Stealing the bloodline of the Dragon Clan, engaging in fraudulent activities, lacking internal cultivation, and harboring rebellious forces—what kind of sacred mountain is this!" The dragon's roar resounded through the heavens, its body violently thrashing as it crashed into the belly of the sacred mountain's main peak: "Annihilation is all that matters!"

Well, the Tianyao Holy Land only burned the mountain, but the Demon Emperor himself wants to destroy the entire holy mountain!

Another dragon's roar came from the mountain's belly. An array had appeared inside the mountain at some unknown time, and another golden dragon, several tens of feet long, appeared outside the mountain, its body absorbing Long Qinghuang's impact.

The dragons were in an uproar: "An ancient golden dragon? Alive?"

"Don't even mention a mere cuckoo, stealing the body of a dragon, a monkey wearing a crown!" Long Qinghuang roared furiously, "Even if it were a true ancient golden dragon, standing on the side of this so-called sacred mountain, it would die before me!"

"Bang!" The two dragons clashed again, their energy surging wildly, and the wind and clouds changed color.

The dragon's might alone forced everyone to retreat several miles, making it impossible for them to remain bystanders.

But in this setting, a small figure rode a flying pig against the wind, quietly approaching.

Actually, you don't need to get very close. The two dragons are so big that everyone was just at a distance. But when the dragons' true forms appeared, they suddenly felt very close, almost within reach.

Despite the impact and pressure of the energy, Anuo quietly took out the God-Slaying Whip.

The God-Slaying Whip is specifically designed to strike the primordial spirit.

This ancient dragon body is strong, but the cuckoo's soul inside is not that strong... In fact, because the soul technique was violently broken by Long Qinghuang just now, it should be weak at the moment.

However, in her current frenzy, Long Qinghuang's mind was not sharp enough to see through her opponent's weaknesses; otherwise, it shouldn't have been difficult to defeat her.

It's okay, Sister Long is crazy, but Anuo isn't.

"You injured my master, take this whip!"

In the midst of the clash between the two dragons, one ferocious and the other anxious and tense, neither noticed a little girl riding a pig approaching, raising a steel whip high. The whip gleamed golden in the sunlight, faintly exuding divinity.

Then, it swelled with the wind and transformed into a ten-zhang-long steel whip, which viciously slammed into the waist of the ancient golden dragon.

It doesn't matter where you smash it, it's all aimed at the primordial spirit.

The ancient golden dragon suddenly let out a deafening and tragic roar, and a small azalea phantom was almost whipped out of its spiritual platform by this whip.

Even in her most frenzied and mad state, Long Qinghuang couldn't possibly miss such a serious opening. With a single gulp, terrifying dragon breath erupted, striking the phantom of Dujuan.

The phantom let out a miserable scream as it was brutally stripped of its ancient golden dragon body and then swallowed whole by Long Qinghuang.

The ancient golden dragon crashed to the ground, creating a deep dragon pit.

The weakened remnant soul of Dujuan and the crazed Long Qinghuang were still tearing at each other inside her body. Long Qinghuang became even more frenzied, her massive dragon body ramming wildly, and she even charged towards the dragon army.

Looking into Long Qinghuang's blood-red dragon eyes, Long Lie and the others felt a chill run through them. It was all over.

His Majesty has truly gone mad.

Ah Nuo rode a pig on a dangerous spur, chasing after them from the side. She didn't know what to do and hoped her master could say something.

Lu Xingzhou had been in a semi-comatose state, but he was aware of what was happening around him. At this moment, he barely opened his eyes and sent a message: "Whip...give it to me. Hit the primordial spirit, I'll hit it too."

Ah Nuo suddenly realized something and threw the God-Slaying Whip with all his might: "Master, catch the whip!"

Lu Xingzhou reached out and caught it; with a flick of his wrist, the steel whip transformed into a soft whip.

Then, with a "smack," it struck the dragon's buttocks: "Still not stopping?"

The entire sacred mountain, from its collapsed sections to its chaotic state, the monks and dragons, the pigs and Anuo, the cuckoo and the Dragon Emperor, all became still images.

Only the scene of humans riding on the Dragon Emperor's back and whipping its rear end remains, etched in eternity.

(End of this chapter)