Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 219 Puppet Show with Silk, Rakshasa's Bloodshed
"Who's guilty? I'm guilty, I'm guilty! I'm a pig..."

"Clap!"

"I'm a pig, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, you're guilty..."

"Clap!"

Liu Sheng strode forward, followed by a string of figures.

These people included the old and the young, men and women, humans and demons, yet they all moved in unison, their actions perfectly synchronized.

Even their intonations were exactly the same; they chanted strange songs and slapped themselves in the face from time to time.

It was like an absurd farce that made people laugh out loud, but also sent chills down their spines.

The surrounding area was filled with radiant light, dark and almost inky, surging and rolling like a tide. In the distance, the Yaksha King stood motionless, like a god looking down upon the world.

Human figures and demonic traces appeared from time to time ahead; these were people or demons that Liu Sheng had killed, befriended, or had connections with in the past.

The sources are complex, even including those he had interacted with during the deduction of his many incarnations.

After they appeared, they went to great lengths to provoke Liu Sheng, trying to provoke him into anger and induce him to take action.

At first, it was just verbal provocation, as vulgar and vicious as could be.

They use a variety of methods, including scolding, threats, informing, complaining, and wailing, making it difficult to defend against.

They are constantly pushing the boundaries of what is truly "wicked people's hearts".

Fortunately, the Six Desires Puppet Spider's incarnation was inherently cold-hearted, controlled the six desires, and was most adept at manipulating people's hearts, so it did not fall into the trap.

Using threads to continuously control the humans and demons that appear, they make them curse and beat themselves, like a train, leading a large group of humans and demons around.

With this group of "bodyguards" forming a human wall of protection, any newly appearing figure simply could not get close.

Their provocative remarks were drowned out by the incoherent shouts of the "meat wall," becoming barely audible background noise.

It poses no threat whatsoever.

"These figures that appear will only attack me and lure me into retaliating, but will not attack each other."

Moreover, their strength will increase as my anger grows.

The angrier I get, the stronger they become.

"But once I stop getting angry, their power weakens, remaining at the level of a True Form Martial Master."

Liu Sheng observed calmly, constantly adjusted his strategy, and moved forward with ease.

His spider-like avatar possesses unparalleled perception and insight among all his incarnations.

After initial trials and errors, we have found a way to deal with these "little monsters".

Compared to the Tribulation of Questioning the Heart set up by the Winged Bird and the Tribulation of Tongue Prison set up by the Heaven of Eloquence, this Tribulation of Slaughter was actually the easiest one for him to deal with.

As long as one does not harbor anger in one's heart, this tribulation is as simple as eating and drinking.

This is why he has multiple avatars and can use different strategies for different scenarios.

For anyone else, this level wouldn't be much easier than the previous Frostwolf Demon level.

for example--

Dugu Ba was also caught in this predicament.

At this moment, he was covered in wounds, his flesh mangled, and a trail of blood lay behind him.

His journey was extremely difficult and dangerous.

His injuries are synchronized with his own, so the effect of each of his attacks will be reflected back to him.

The more ruthless the attack, the more severe the injury.

Fortunately, he was physically strong, had terrifying vitality, and his wounds healed extremely quickly, which allowed him to push his way through and persevere.

only……

"Hoohoo!"

Dugu Ba suddenly stopped, his eyes red, and he took deep breaths of fresh air to calm the anger in his heart.

A dozen steps away, a dignified figure stood with his hands on his hips.

Beneath his crotch, a middle-aged woman knelt on the ground.

"Hahaha, Ba'er, your mother has served me for many years and is my favorite, hahaha!"

"...Prince Jin!" Dugu Ba clenched his fists, his breath flaring, and his face was contorted with rage beneath his demonic mask.

Although he knew that what he was seeing was just an illusion in the Tribulation Realm, it stirred up some idle gossip in his memory.

However, the Prince of Jin before him, in terms of demeanor, mannerisms, tone of voice, and actions, was exactly the same as the person in his memory.

Even the beautiful woman on the ground was like his mother—

It's no wonder that the usually calm and indifferent Dugu Ba couldn't suppress the anger that arose in his heart and developed murderous intent.

"What, you're not convinced?"

At this moment, the Prince of Jin spoke again, grabbing the beautiful woman's hair and shifting the angle so that Dugu Ba could see her more clearly, tauntingly saying:

"Now you can see it more clearly, right? This slutty whore is your mother!"

This scene made Dugu Ba's anger uncontrollable, and it instantly burned away his reason, causing his hair to stand on end.

"You beast, die!"

He let out a sharp whistle from his throat and lunged forward, his blood surging and steaming, obscuring his figure.

Immediately afterwards, a towering figure, three zhang tall, burst out of the water mist, looking fierce and menacing.

With a blue face and fangs, bearing demonic tattoos, and as hard as spirit iron, he was a living Rakshasa reincarnated.

Great Rakshasa Body Technique!

Rakshasa, a name for evil spirits in Buddhism, was originally called Arakshasa. It is a violent and vicious ghost, born with a violent and fierce nature, who eats human flesh and blood, and can fly through the air and burrow underground. It is swift and terrifying.

It is the number one secret technique of the Rakshasa Sect. When cultivated to its highest level, it can transform into a Rakshasa, and the combat power will increase several times.

At that moment, Dugu Ba transformed into a Rakshasa, moving with incredible speed, and appeared behind Prince Jin in an instant, grabbing the top of his head.

"puff!"

The next moment, blood gushed from Dugu Ba's seven orifices, blurring his vision.

The injuries were synchronized with his own; his skull was shattered to the point of being 60-70%, and even his brain matter was mixed with blood.

Despite the excruciating pain, a sliver of clarity returned to his eyes, and he remembered Master Jingyue's words—

With a mind free from doubt, shame, anger, and fear, one can break through the four great tribulations of questioning the mind, the prison of the tongue, the sin of killing, and the sea of ​​suffering.

"Without anger... Break through the realm of karmic tribulations!"

He struggled to move his eyes, his skull cracked open, and brain matter mixed with blood slid out, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

Fortunately, as a cultivator of the Yellow Court Qi, and having entered the Dao through the Great Rakshasa Body Technique, he possessed a strong physique and abundant vitality.

His injuries healed quickly, and the bleeding stopped and the wounds were sealed within a few breaths.

"What, you dare not lay a hand on me?"

At this moment, the Prince of Jin, his head covered in blood, turned his neck strangely and grinned at him:
"When others say you are the number one martial arts genius in Jinzhou, a once-in-five-hundred-years prodigy, do you really believe it?"

Without my support over the years, would you be where you are today?

You began to refine your innate qualities from the womb, and were immersed in the essence and blood of the Xuanjiao for a hundred days after birth.

The milk I feed you is produced by the female Qi cultivators I captured.

From a young age, we hire renowned teachers for you and provide you with countless rare and precious medicinal herbs and elixirs.

Once you have mastered your skills and challenge various masters, I will have people promote you and make you famous.

Otherwise, how could a mere child like you command the scorn of the major sects in Jinzhou and elevate you to a higher position?

Without me, you are worthless!

The Prince of Jin spat out a mouthful of blood, lifted the beautiful woman, and with a sharp twist of his fingers, ripped off her left arm with a "crack," and grinned maliciously:
"You coward, do you dare lay a hand on me? Today, I will tear your mother to pieces right before your eyes!"

If you dare not kill me, then watch her die bit by bit, her limbs torn apart, her blood drained away, hahaha—”

"call……"

Dugu Ba's breathing was heavy, and his eyes were dim.

If he were to kill the Prince of Jin, he himself would also die here.

But if we don't take action, are we just going to stand by and watch...?

"puff!"

(End of this chapter)