Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Safety is the priority, not speed!

Yun Nongyu was now in that temporary Jade Pool, where the ethereal light of the pool's spiritual energy gently protected her.

She wore an eerie blindfold, her beautiful face was hidden by a veil, and her graceful body was accentuated by the longevity lock, making her both pure and alluring.

She endured the oppressive force of the lewd fairy, upholding her will amidst His supreme pressure.

These advancement ceremonies are crude and barbaric, seeking the principle of "survival of the fittest."

Yun Nongyu thought of Chu Mingkong, who, without any Yang cultivation, had been unexpectedly subjected to a baptism of Yin power at close range, yet survived and grew even stronger. Now that she was well-prepared, she should calm her mind and not be too afraid.

Gradually, the spiritual essence of the Jade Pool water will be exhausted. Without that spiritual essence, it is nothing more than ordinary water.

Within the influence of the Immortal of Lust, the pool of water began to boil strangely. It was as if ghosts were hiding beneath the pool, reaching out pairs of women's slender hands to grab Yun Nongyu's ankles and climb onto her arms, attempting to pull her into the abyss below.

"How come the Yaochi water became ineffective so quickly? Nongyu used it for several days before, and now it's gone in less than half a day? Did Mingkong bring over a pre-prepared one?"

Zuo Qiuchi was heartbroken for the female Taoist priest in the pond.

After a brief period of fluctuation, Yun Nongyu's condition has barely stabilized.

She repeatedly brushed away the dust from her heart and swept away distracting thoughts, always maintaining a clear mind.

However, deep down she still felt a great deal of relief. If she hadn't accelerated her cultivation of the Yaochi Immortal Bathing Technique a few days ago to strengthen her spiritual foundation, she would probably be in grave danger now.

Gradually, in her eyes, the thousand-faced, shapeless, and monstrous celestial being shed its chaotic and bizarre appearance, as if revealing its true form.

The place where the Demon of Evil stood had become a pitch-black void, but in that void, the corpse of a woman was wandering and floating.

"...?!"

Yun Nongyu dared not be too surprised, fearing that this was another trick to deceive her.

After confirming that her mind was clear, she tried to look into the void, hoping to see the true face of the "sleeping" woman, but unfortunately, she could not see it clearly.

"Could it be that the strange appearance of that Lustful Immortal is fake, and he is merely an illusion formed from the power of this woman? And the other two Corpse Immortals mentioned by the Queen Mother of the West were also transformed from similar female corpses?"

A moment later, the void disappeared, and Yun Nongyu could no longer peer into the woman inside. The enormous body of the Evil Immortal reappeared.

She observed Zuo Qiuchi and the others' reactions, and it seemed that the lecherous immortal had never disappeared, and the scene just now had only briefly appeared in front of her.

And after just a few glances, her mind was suddenly filled with a lot of random thoughts!

Fortunately, the longevity lock took the blame for her; the red rope broke and the golden lock cracked.

She quickly regained her composure.

"Nongyu, how is it?" Zuo Qiuchi noticed Yun Nongyu's gaze.

"The most difficult stage is over, and we're almost done. I'll lure this lecherous immortal to Mingkong and help him eliminate the enemy!"

Zuo Qiuchi pondered, if Nongyu were to fly this guy over like a kite, wouldn't they be unable to move?

"You stay seated and don't move. Let us go meet with Mingkong first!"

Chapter 176 Reverse Swallowing

Chu Mingkong was extremely cautious. He sensed that the old monk might call for reinforcements, but he didn't expect two powerful figures from two different places to arrive at once.

Having bravely leaped out, he now turned and rushed into the miasma, intending to return to the valley entrance and secure his escape route.

Protected by the power of extreme Yin, Chu Mingkong was not too worried about this poisonous miasma, but he soon felt a slight stinging pain as if he were being eaten away.

Visibility was extremely low in the demonic miasma, much like the black smoke emitted from a burning pile of firewood; all senses were blocked and suppressed within it.

Chu Mingkong raised his hand and looked at his arm. His powerful body had actually been bitten through, leaving several overlapping teeth marks.

These teeth marks are uneven, with missing teeth and large gaps, enough to imagine what a crooked and deformed set of teeth the owner of these teeth must have had.

The extremely yin blood seeping from the skin, like boiling oil bubbling, corrodes the toxins on the wound.

"This miasma seems to contain many strange things. Besides the teeth marks, there appear to be highly poisonous insects as well. It's quite a hodgepodge..."

No wonder Zhu Tong, with his considerable cultivation, was still affected; he was completely helpless against this demonic miasma.

This probing was somewhat unexpected for Chu Mingkong, but it actually put his mind at ease.

Although these celestial monks were quite confident in their ability to overcome the demonic miasma blocking their path, it did not prevent them from retreating back to the forbidden area of ​​the Spirit Palace.

With his escape route secured, Chu Mingkong felt less apprehensive.

A battle emanated from the demonic miasma, causing the onlookers to sigh in dismay.

"What kind of mess is this? Why did you jump into the demonic miasma? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"The source of the demonic miasma is unknown. It is said to be related to internal strife within Buddhism. The more remote the location, the more ferocious the miasma. Many powerful individuals avoid this miasma, preferring to avoid trouble. What is this kid from the lower realm up to?"

"Perhaps this is the upper limit of that mysterious Yin power. He knew that he didn't have much of a chance of winning against those Buddhist monks, so he made this choice?"

Their gazes then fell upon the eerie colossal statue inside the forbidden area of ​​the Spirit Palace, making one wonder if it was the most forbidden existence within the Spirit Palace!

The unknown beings instilled in them an urge to flee, akin to the instinctive fear of creatures encountering a natural enemy.

However, the calm demeanor of those high-ranking Buddhist monks gave these cultivators the courage to continue eavesdropping.

In a daze, several skeletal remains of monks draped in robes were thrown out of the demonic miasma. A surge of black flames erupted, scorching and annihilating the black fog.

Chu Mingkong glanced at the monk's corpse that had just been thrown out. His skin was dry and black, and his skull had several large holes. Slippery, evil insects occasionally appeared in the holes, making one's skin crawl.

Chu Mingkong then set it ablaze, burning it to ashes and reducing it to nothingness.

"Can't your Buddhist community keep some normal things?"

The monk Dazhi, along with the two helpers he summoned, all frowned, acknowledging the immense power of this extreme Yin energy.

But the monk Dazhi started talking about something else:

"Your people are undergoing tribulation in the forbidden area? I heard a similar aura emanated from the Jianmu tree that day. Are you protecting an evil god as he advances?"

"Are you planning to spout some high-sounding rhetoric about eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path again? Aren't you Buddhists tired of this? You can just take action, why do you have to resort to words instead?"

Chu Mingkong launched a direct attack, unleashing a barrage of deadly moves, including the Mysterious Maiden Sword Scripture and the Black Blood Python, with an offensive as swift and relentless as a torrential downpour.

Faced with this attack, the robust Arhat, who was over two meters tall, clasped his hands together in front of him, and six arms appeared behind him, unleashing Buddha palms in all directions.

With a single palm strike, a golden bell was formed, layer upon layer, six golden bells protecting each other, stacked to the size of a mountain.

However, after discovering the terrifying corrosive power of this extreme Yin energy, the Arhat monk immediately changed his strategy. The inner bell guarded its original source, while the outer bell actively exploded, and this energy collided and canceled out Chu Mingkong's killing move.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the surrounding earthen mounds and ruins were leveled, and the mountain was excavated to reveal a smooth and neat cross-section.

The Buddhist monks were safely protected inside the inner bell. Meanwhile, Chu Mingkong took advantage of the chaos to snatch the hostages from the demon tribe. With a powerful throw, the hostages transformed into shooting stars and flew into the sky, escaping the area.

"Don't get caught again, or I won't be able to help you next time."

While talking to himself, Chu Mingkong was also worried about the advancement situation in the forbidden area and prayed that Nongyu could successfully overcome this tribulation.

The monk Dazhi's face was as black as stagnant water. He said in a deep voice:

“Your actions are truly unexpected. You dared to be distracted by worrying about those lesser demons while facing us. You should have been beheaded as a warning to others.”

"Save your breath. It's true that you're tough as nails when you talk from inside a turtle shell. If you're so capable, stick your bald head out and I'll give you a slap and teach you a lesson in wisdom." Chu Mingkong conjured black flames in his palm.

"Speaking of wisdom, I have a method to awaken your Buddha-like wisdom. A single thought of enlightenment!"

The square-faced male bodhisattva spoke, his tone gentle, yet somewhat like a eunuch speaking with an egg between his fingers.

Behind his head, mantras and Buddha fruits wove together into a radiant image. As the image rotated, it radiated a dazzling golden Buddha light. This light was so rich it was like liquid, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze and wanting to get closer.

Chu Mingkong didn't sense any hostility from this Buddhist light; on the contrary, it seemed to be helping him elevate his cultivation!

He also noticed that the Bodhisattva's spiritual level seemed to be declining.

But the cultivators in the distance, upon seeing this scene, immediately turned and fled, each using their spiritual treasures to protect their minds, as if they had encountered some ancient beast.

"Get away quickly, stop circulating your spiritual energy, and stop breathing in and absorbing the spiritual energy of this place, or your soul will be infused with Buddhist teachings!"

With his keen ears, Chu Mingkong became more wary and held even greater reverence for the various abilities of the Buddhist sect.

"This is outrageous! Is this dispersing one's spiritual power, forcibly converting one's mind by imbuing it with Buddhist teachings?"

Surprised, Chu Mingkong noticed that the lecherous immortal seemed to be moving in their direction.

He used the power of extreme yin to guard his own soul, quietly performed the mental technique of "Extreme Freedom, Demon and Self are Both Me", and then actively incorporated a wisp of this Buddhist light.

In his anxiety, he discovered that the Buddha's light had no effect on him whatsoever; on the contrary, it nourished his soul!

Is there such a good thing?

After confirming that there were no problems, Chu Mingkong became bolder and began to absorb the Bodhisattva's power.

"What?! Stop him quickly!" The Bodhisattva noticed the abnormality and hurriedly ordered his companions to stop Chu Mingkong's actions.

In the past, this Bodhisattva used this method, "One Thought of Awakening," to guide people to convert to Buddhism. Afterwards, he could also reclaim his power. Therefore, he could disperse his power without any hesitation, and even when reclaiming it, he could plunder some of his cultivation.

However, after Chu Mingkong inhaled and exhaled the Buddha light, he immediately refined it. Now, he has opened his appetite to inhale and exhale this Buddha light, treating it as a great tonic.

Chapter 177 Repatriation

The serious battle situation suddenly turned comical.

The male bodhisattva's method of salvation was originally a move that concealed evil invisibly, but now it has backfired, and he has become a fool who has fed his cultivation to the other party.

"Why are you being so stingy? Weren't you going to generously enlighten me with Buddhist wisdom? The child is naturally dull and needs more spiritual cultivation to make up for it!"

Chu Mingkong was delighted. While refining the rich spiritual energy from the "generously distributed wealth," he dealt with the attacks from the robust Arhat and the wise monk.

Arhat clasped his hands together, and his palms became as golden as gold. Two enormous golden Buddha palms appeared on Chu Mingkong's left and right sides, like two mountains slamming towards him.

The Buddha's palm is engraved with many Buddhist mantras, and its golden surface radiates the light of an extraordinary attainment.

Behind Monk Dazhi's forehead, the light began to shine again, and a raging flood gushed out. The flood contained a powerful force of extreme Yang energy, which was aimed at Chu Mingkong's habitual use of fire spirit energy and wanted to kill him.

Faced with this situation, Chu Mingkong remained calm and composed, gathering his sword intent and unleashing a powerful strike.

Sword energy, carrying waves of fire, met the flood. A large white mist rose between heaven and earth, as if entering a sauna. The collision of the two polar forces was evenly matched, emitting violent fluctuations, but neither side gained the upper hand.

Although the Yin Fire spiritual energy was indeed greatly suppressed, Chu Mingkong's cultivation in the way of weapons was solid enough. After removing many enhancements, the foundation of each of his sword strikes was strong enough.

Even though the flesh was gone, the sword intent that supported the skeleton remained unaffected. The sharp, golden blade sliced ​​through the Buddha's palm, severing it horizontally.