The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 110 I will not grant your wish!
Above the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Collapse, flames swirled and scattered in all directions in an instant. The hooded woman seemed surprised by Zhou Yan's sudden appearance, paused for a moment, and then cast her spell.

Many mystical officials and demons, unless they possess innate supernatural powers, cannot release their abilities instantly.

Taoist and Buddhist scriptures contain numerous instructions for disciples on how to open altars and perform rituals.

The steps are detailed, and you cannot make a mistake at any step.

Therefore, in such short and intense encounters and ambushes, the military lineage has a great advantage: strong physique, proficiency in close combat, and short-range burst spells.

All other issues become insignificant under this advantage.

Zhou Yan ignited a fire with his sword, and streaks of white light shot out from the air opposite him. Zhou Yan didn't know the characteristics of this spell. This was not the game from his previous life. Many spells and supernatural abilities looked simple, but they were full of underhanded tricks.

Zhou Yan used the wind to enhance his movement and perception.

It skillfully avoided the white light in the air. When the light dissipated, it was revealed that they were spider silk threads, as thick as a wrist, incredibly tough. When a knife struck them, its strength was neutralized by the threads' resilience.

Zhou Yan had no choice but to leave the blade covered in fire, regardless of the cost.

He swung his sword and moved with fierce and decisive movements.

Only then could they cut through the spider silk of these monsters to prevent them from being hung up.

The spider silk opposite him shot out at an extremely fast speed, and Zhou Yan swung his heavy sword continuously. Under normal circumstances, he would have already exhausted his magic power and would not be able to use this heavy weapon. However, with the God of Agriculture's ears of grain, his magic power recovery speed was at its maximum.

Each strike continuously drew upon the earth's fiery veins, relentlessly slashing and withstanding the monster's divine power.

With another slash, he cleaved open a huge spider silk that was heading straight for Zhou Yan's head.

Zhou Yan felt a soreness and weakness in his arms.

The woman seemed to have no intention of fighting Zhou Yan. While using magic to intercept Zhou Yan, she also extended spider silk, which wrapped around the five things and retreated outside. Zhou Yan gritted his teeth.

Having advanced this far, how could we possibly let you escape?!
With a sudden change in his swordsmanship, he first used the blade to block a strand of spider silk. The instant the spider silk grazed the blade, he swung his hands, gripping the hilt, in the opposite direction, using the force of the spider silk to sever the strand.

"wind!"

A violent storm was brewing all around.

Zhou Yan flicked his hand, scattering the last of the Black Wind Spirit Wine, which turned into mist. Driven by the wind, he unleashed a fierce slash. The golden beacon fire, guided by the wind along the entangled spirit wine mist, swept across several feet in front of him like a dragon.

Spider silk gathered in front of the woman, blocking the blazing flame.

boom! ! !
The fire struck the spider silk mask, exploding into a cloud that obscured vision.

Zhou Yan grabbed the spider silk with one hand, swung around, and appeared in front of the platform. He raised his hand and suddenly grabbed it.

Zhou Yan held the relic in his hand!

In an instant, the divine aura of Buddhism spread, and Zhou Yan's thoughts were stirred.

Then, with a forceful pull, he yanked the spider silk in his hand toward himself, raised his right hand and slashed down with his heavy sword. The spider silk was severed, and Zhou Yan grabbed Xuanzang's relic, rolled backward to avoid it, held his sword horizontally in front of him, and gasped for breath.

Only then did the defensive spider silk in front of the woman unravel.

Beneath the hood, the woman stared intently at the relic in Zhou Yan's hand and said:

"Where did this Taoist priest come from?"

"Aren't you afraid of death? How dare you come to this Reclining Buddha Temple to steal treasures!"

Zhou Yan, however, was still looking at the other treasures.

While holding the knife, he slowly retreated, his gaze sweeping over the two lotus flowers. Inside the blue lotus flower were the three souls and seven spirits of the old man's daughter, and the white lotus flower was the treasure of the monk Kongkong.

That enormous golden cicada must be the origin of the Golden Cicada Molting Technique.

The female cicada after her molted body!
Zhou Yan realized one thing—

Once this damned giant cicada is dealt with, the parasitic insect eggs on my arm will be resolved, and the insect plague that has spread around will likely be greatly reduced.

Unexpectedly, we ended up at this crucial place.

Zhou Yan wanted to rush forward, but the other party immediately used magic to protect the giant golden cicada layer by layer, and then retreated instantly. Blood-red ripples appeared on the platform that originally supported these five items.

Ripples spread out from top to bottom, layer by layer, transforming into a mysterious altar for the Dharma.

Zhou Yan's pupils contracted.

This is the lair of the insect demons. There are so many things here that he doesn't understand or know. He can only use his horizontal sword to protect the front and use the flowing wind to control the rear, maintaining a safe distance. At the same time, his mind is racing.

The one filled with malevolent energy who rapidly broke through to arrive here must be Shen Cangming.

Seemingly finally realizing that the gentle breeze circulating here was actually a 'method' used by the young Taoist to extend his senses, and that Zhou Yan also had a huge golden cicada pattern on his arm, the woman frowned and said:

"Hmph, you petty thief, you're stubborn and incorrigible!"

"You already have the Buddha's blessing, why don't you quickly convert to Buddhism?!"

"You dare to be so presumptuous here—"

She produced a token and slapped it onto the altar. A burst of magical power spread rapidly. Zhou Yan's ears twitched as he heard a rustling sound coming from the direction of the wall. Suddenly, the plaster on the wall began to wriggle and peel off.

The interior reveals an aggregate of insect nests composed of millions of compound eyes.

boom! ! !
A storm suddenly arose around Zhou Yan, turning into tangled winds. However, this also meant that he could only use the [Mountain Lord Jade Talisman] at this moment, and could not use the rapid movement ability of the [Lantern Shadow Jade Talisman].

The raging wind transformed into the roar of a tiger, and flames ignited on the battle blade.

The wind and fire converged, sheltering Zhou Yan within.

The Taoist robe billowed out, and this treasure of the Canxia Pavilion, one of the five great Taoist sects in the world, emitted a faint glow here, clearly resisting the evil spirits of this place. Zhou Yan pointed his fingers at his waist, and the green wooden gourd flew out, shining brightly.

The green gourd is constantly absorbing the evil energy of this place.

By the time Zhou Yan finished doing all this, the opponent's Xuan Tan spell was also complete.

When Zhou Yanxing came before, it was empty and deep, like a dark room that had been there for a thousand years.

At that moment, the sound of the monk chanting sutras during his lifetime rang out again, but each Buddhist chant was mixed with the sound of insects gnawing at bones.

"Namo—Kacha—Amitabha—Gezhi—Buddha".

Monks once chanted scriptures here, and some even secluded themselves here to study Buddhist teachings.

This is a place where Buddhism flourished. During the famine years at the end of the Sui Dynasty, this underground space also sheltered the disaster victims. Monks dealt with the evil bandits and soldiers outside. At that time, Buddhist chants also protected the common people.

Now only the worm-eaten, chewed-up verses remain, echoing everywhere.

"Its body is like a flame, born from thirst and desire..."

In Zhou Yan's double-pupiled eyes, the fine golden ripples almost transformed into radiance. He held his sword horizontally beside him, and with his left hand, he grabbed the Buddhist lamp that he had just brought back by the flowing wind. The blade grazed the bronze Buddhist lamp, and a burst of fire erupted.

Something is getting closer.

When the flowing light patterns on the other party's altar dissipated.

From the end of the passage came a chorus of countless insect limbs striking the rock wall, rapidly approaching. The being once known as the "High Monk" was now chanting Buddhist verses in unison with millions of insect mouths:

"Your body is like a temple; you shall serve me as your dwelling place!"

Countless insects, chanting Buddhist scriptures, swarmed towards Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan gripped his sword, his eyes blazing with divine power. He pressed the blade against the ground and suddenly lashed it out, unleashing a burst of flames that slashed away the charging insects.

"Follow your grandfather!"

The fire of beacon fires, the blade forged in fire.

With the addition of the storm created by the mountain lord's wind-controlling power, the swarm of insects could not get close to Zhou Yan for a while. Zhou Yan made up his mind and instead of retreating, he advanced, holding the heavy sword and switching to a two-handed sword-wielding style, slashing and chopping with all his might.

The magic sword whistled, and its scabbard flew out, transforming into a stream of light that swirled and roared around Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan broke through the sea of ​​insects with all his might. At the same time, one of the insects suddenly spoke in human language.

It was the voice of someone who had just left:
"What's wrong?!"

The woman said succinctly, "Someone has sneaked in."

The man's voice was irritated: "A person? Who?"

"do not care."

"Retreat quickly. There's a problem here too. The Longevity Ceremony still needs to continue. The plan has been interrupted. There's no need to waste time with them."

The woman said, "Xuanzang's relics were taken by this person."

The man paused, then the heavy, chilling sound of weapons clashing echoed.

"Take the golden cicada and leave immediately."

"Li Longji has appeared at the Reclining Buddha Temple and has just broken through the outer gate. We cannot let him leave. We must inject the [Drought Demon Blood] into the earth's veins, turning this area within a thousand miles into a scorched wasteland!"

"There will be another time for Xuanzang's revival."

"Yes."

Zhou Yan heard everything.

Gritting his teeth.

Why should someone as lowly as a ninth-rank Xuan official know about such a thing?
"Soaring through the nine heavens!"

With fingers joined, he gathered his strength, continuously pouring magical power into the magic sword. The magic sword roared fiercely, unleashing its full power, transforming into a whirlwind that tore forward. All the insects around the magic sword were swept into the storm and torn apart.

Even with the restoration of his magical power by the God of Agriculture's ears of grain, Zhou Yan still felt extremely exhausted and was panting heavily. Even though his magical power was restored, it gradually became sluggish. The woman was about to leave with the golden cicada and two lotus flowers when a drop of drought demon blood fell.

Zhou Yan couldn't make it in time.

As that drop of blood fell, a resolute glint flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes.

Then, the violent wind that had been swirling around them, like the roar of a tiger, dissipated. The insects, now unobstructed, fell toward Zhou Yan, only to be torn apart and shattered into pieces by the activated magic sword.

The [Mountain Lord Jade Talisman] has lost its radiance.

In Zhou Yan's hand, it transformed into another jade talisman, "Tai".

The Tai character jade talisman originally had no supernatural powers, but because of Ao Xuantao's abilities, it gained the power to control water. Zhou Yan sensed that drop of blood and suddenly pulled it towards him.

He was no saint, but the surrounding area, stretching for miles, had been scorched for centuries…

How could I bear to do that?

Even with the magic sword flowing, there were still too many insects, and some still flew onto Zhou Yan and bit him hard. Zhou Yan felt the pain, but it also ignited the ruthlessness in his heart, and he used even more force.

It hurts daddy!
"come over!"

The blood of the drought demon was forcibly drawn towards him.

The woman exclaimed in astonishment, "Are you crazy!"

"Let go!"

Zhou Yan was engulfed by a sea of ​​insects, with countless insects tearing at his body.

But at that moment, a vast Buddhist chanting arose.

"Subha, Subha Hum, Nirhihana, Nirhihana!"

The Ritual for Reciting the Names of the Wrathful Kings of the Three Worlds!
Behind Zhou Yan, golden light exploded, and faint golden Buddhist ripples spread out, transforming into solid arms that slowly solidified into a physical form. Beneath his feet blazed karmic flames, and each of his four arms held a weapon, exuding a majestic and murderous aura.

The spirit of Buddhism is upright and incorruptible, vanquishing evil spirits and protecting all living beings.

The Ming King's Prison Scene!
The image of the Buddhist King spread, and the insects that pounced on Zhou Yan were instantly turned into dust. Zhou Yan used the water-based supernatural power carried by the jade talisman with the character "Tai" to fight against his own ritual altar.

That single, heavy drop of blood hovered in the air.

The two sides are in a state of checks and balances.

However, the woman noticed that the young Taoist priest had a sharp and piercing look in his eyes.

! ! ! !
wrong!

Zhou Yan made the decision.

The magic sword emitted a stream of light and thrust forward in an instant. The wind on Li Taibai's magic sword dispersed, forcing the woman to retreat. Zhou Yan withdrew his hand, and the blood of the drought demon floated in his palm.

However, the power of the altar still shines brightly.

Forced back by the altar, the woman put away the golden cicada and activated the mystic altar in return: "This item has been enchanted by the mystic altar. Even if you hold it in your hand, it is useless. Its presence here will turn the surrounding area into scorched earth."

"And you were the first to turn to ashes."

Zhou Yan looked at the bloodstain; the golden pattern had already reached his arm.

He thought of Ganquanyuan, of everything he had seen along the way, of that letter from home, of Lianniang who had waited for him for forty years in Wugong Town. The winds of change dissipated, and the jade talisman with the character "Tai" also scattered.

Li Sanlang, I am not some so-called Taishan Gong!
but……

Zhou Yan looked at the beautiful woman over there, and then at the many powerful demons behind her. A smug smile appeared on his face as he said softly:
"You've made a plan?"

"Then I'll refuse to do as you wish!"

He held up this drop of blood.

Tilting your head back.

Then, he swallowed the blood of the drought demon in one gulp!
His pupils were dark, with wisps of blood-red light rising from them.

The flames of hunger from the deepest hell illuminate even the Yellow Springs.

Jade Edict —

Hungry ghosts stand on the edge of an abyss.

(End of this chapter)