Journey to the West: Building a Celestial Empire Starting from Lion Camel Ridge

The cicada entered the tomb.

It hovered in mid-air, flapping its wings.

Tao Fei and Huang He both looked solemn.

Regardless of whether Ling Chan was sent by the Buddhist sect to spy on them, the two were already prepared for battle.

As for whether it could be an ordinary cicada?

will not.

The Rat God Lord had an extremely keen sense of spiritual power and could clearly perceive that this cicada was controlled by a human.

Huang He took out several paper figures cut from white paper from his pocket and muttered something to himself.

In the blink of an eye, the paper figure, no bigger than a palm, had grown to the height of a person, and the weapon it held made a clanging sound.

The four paper figures let out a silent roar and charged towards the cicada spirit.

Tao Fei, whose lovemaking had just ended, tidied her hair and wiped away her sweat.

With a quick snap of the fingers.

A giant python emerged from the depths of the tomb.

This giant python was over two zhang long and as thick as a water bucket.

Although the tomb was narrow, it did not hinder his agility in the slightest.

The giant python swung its body and arrived in an instant, opening its blood-red maw to bite down on the cicada.

......

"Oops!"

"We've been discovered!"

At this moment, in the northeast corner of White Bone Town.

Song Yue suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

If the cicada is swallowed, the person who manipulated it will surely suffer the consequences.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Qian, who had just offered incense and prayed, rushed over. Seeing the latter's extremely pale face, he quickly took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and poured out two yellow pills.

Song Yue took the pill and swallowed it.

After a while, his complexion gradually returned to normal.

"The cicada is dead."

Song Yue spoke in a low voice.

"What happened?"

Cheng Qian's expression changed. This spirit cicada had gathered countless pieces of information for them in White Bone Town, whether it was going to Chen Ping'an's sanctuary or the Mountain God Temple, it had never made a mistake.

"Ling Chan had a chance to dodge, but she was trapped by the paper figures in all directions, so she was swallowed by the giant python next to Tao Fei."

Song Yue gritted his teeth in resentment.

Losing this magical cicada is like losing an eye for them.

"It's alright."

Cheng Qian comforted him, "In a few days, the Great Protector will pass through this place. I will send him a message and ask him to send over a few spirit cicadas. You should focus on recuperating first."

"The Grand Protector has arrived in person?"

"No, that's not it."

Cheng Qian shook his head: "With those three demons from Lion Camel Ridge around, how could the Great Protector dare to come in person? He should have sent his disciples instead. After all, the Great Protector is also very interested in Chen Ping'an."

The two nodded silently.

It turned out to be the case.

Since they killed the White Bone Demon's top general, the Fake Core Realm Howling Snow Wolf, after Chen Ping'an and the others killed him, there has been no news from them.

It's not that Buddhism doesn't value this matter; rather, it's that it wants to get involved itself.

......

Amidst the ruins.

A heavy rain fell between heaven and earth.

Water droplets fell on the broken tiles, making a dripping sound.

The White Bone Demon, along with his minions, surrounded the Bearded Guest.

"A mere mortal dares to wander around in the ruins; he truly doesn't know the meaning of death."

"Kill them."

"Although it's not enough to quell the hatred in my heart, taking this man's head over will serve as a warning to Chen Ping'an and his men."

The Bone Demon sat under the umbrella and casually waved his hand.

The bearded man was surrounded in the center of the room, but his expression remained calm.

"What arrogance!"

He spoke coldly, unfazed by the scene before him.

With his hands behind his back, he looked down with disdain.

"If the king orders you to die at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn!"

A commander stepped forward and said menacingly.

He then grabbed the bearded man by the neck.

A scream rang out.

"To be so determined to die, it's truly..."

The Bone Demon looked up, and his voice abruptly stopped.

The screams did not come from the mortal before them.

Instead, it was his own subordinate whom he had just attacked.

Its outstretched claws seemed to have been severed by something sharp, and blood gushed out.

The other commanders' expressions changed drastically, and they all took a half step back.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly overestimating one's own strength!"

The bearded man remained calm.

He didn't bother to say more.

The long sword he carried on his back emitted an extremely clear and melodious sword sound!

Like a dragon's roar!

Even in the distant Chen Ping'an's shelter, everyone could hear this rousing voice!

......

What was that sound?

The crowd emerged from the stone house.

The group of people who were practicing in the open space also stopped.

Curious, I looked toward the direction from which the sound came.

"Sword Immortal!"

"A true sword immortal!"

Wanyan Liang was excited, and his sharp sword aura radiated outwards without restraint.

"A true immortal?"

Xu Yi craned his neck.

"No, that's not it."

Wanyan Liang explained, "This is an honorific title referring to high-level sword cultivators. They possess extremely high combat power and cultivate extremely sharp sword energy within their bodies. If a comparison must be made, they are practically invincible among those of the same level!"

"That strong?"

Chen Tu stood on tiptoe, and although he could hear the dragon's roar, he couldn't see anything.

"This sword energy has surpassed the Golden Core stage; it must be at least at the Nascent Soul stage."

Wanyan Liang gave his judgment.

"A divine transformation!"

The boys all longed for it.

Even though they are only at the Qi Refining stage now, it does not hinder their yearning for that coveted realm.

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. As long as you cultivate diligently, you may very well achieve the Nascent Soul stage."

"However, becoming a sword immortal is extremely difficult."

Why?

Zhao Gou'er asked curiously.

"Those who achieve the status of sword immortals are all those who possess great opportunities and great fortune."

"Years ago, I met a sword immortal in White Bone Town named Qiu Ran Ke. I talked with him. Sword immortals need to cultivate sword energy within their bodies. At the beginning of their cultivation, the sword energy bursts out of their bodies, and the pain is unbearable for ordinary people."

"Imagine thousands of steel needles stabbing into your body, could you withstand it?"

Wanyan Liang's gaze swept over everyone present.

"Then forget it."

Some people immediately started to back down, shaking their heads at the thought of the pain.

"Moreover, we don't have any methods for cultivating sword immortality in our shelter."

"Alright, you all should focus on your cultivation. Even if you don't become sword immortals, you won't be any worse off."

Wanyan Liang chased the few peeking young men back to the open space.

He looked back at himself again.

What's going on in White Bone Town today? Why is a sword immortal appearing?

I've never heard of this before.

......

In the deep, dark tomb.

Huang He retrieved the paper figure.

Tao Fei pointed, and the giant python obediently coiled around her wrist twice before crawling deeper into the tomb.

"It's really strange that a Buddhist spirit cicada would come here."

Huang He was completely baffled.

"Why think so much? We've already been swallowed by the giant python, there's no need to worry."

Tao Fei teasingly stroked Huang He's cheek.

"You haven't yet achieved any great military exploits."

This woman is clearly sexually frustrated.

Huang He was speechless.

The two were eager to become one, like eels hungry for abalone.

A resounding, clear sword cry echoed through the tomb entrance.

What was that sound?

Huang He asked in confusion.

"Don't worry about it, it's far away from us."

Tao Fei, full of affection, wrapped her soft arms around Huang He's neck.

The woman with the slender waist was already craving it.

Just then, as the two were overcome with passion, a golden cicada quietly slipped into the tomb.