Chapter 66: Like a Dream Bubble
Zheng Ming was a pseudonym used by Zheng Shangming in the military.Zheng Shangming brushed aside Wang Futu, the deputy commander, and squeezed past the soldiers crowding into the military tent as if t...Shǔ Gālán dared not blink, only with Buddha's light washing over his eyes, dust and impurities dissipated, and when he looked again...
Still with a youthful face and black hair, he is full of charm.
Then the yellow leaves fell, and the trees in the distance swayed gently.
Everything seems to be the same as it always has been.
Shù Gālán suddenly remembered the scripture that Fangzhàng had once spoken, a sentence flowing in her mind: "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, bubbles, and illusions."
“Why are you looking at me like that” Lu Qi'lang suddenly turned his head and asked.
Life is vibrant and tangible. It's not a fake illusion, nor some fleeting shadow.
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“Ha, something seems amiss in the forest.” Shoushi subconsciously grasped a small vajra amulet that was originally hanging from his neck.
Hold this small vajra in your thumb and index finger, rotating it gently with frequent movements to conceal the tremor within: "What was that It vanished in a flash."
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“Is that so.” Rokurou turned his head, his voice flat. “My intuition tells me this place is strange and dangerous. Don’t look at things you shouldn’t.”
He too has always only looked ahead, it was Rat-Galan who kept looking around all the time.
"Like that... Thank you for reminding me." Shuragaran tried his best to remain calm.
Just as if you encounter a ferocious beast deep in the mountains, the more fearful you are, the easier it is to become its prey. He, who had lived alone in the mountains for many years since he was a child, understood this truth well.
Both demon kings continued forward, without showing much abnormality. But the topic just now, none of them continued. They tacitly kept silent.
The curiosity about one's peers, the burden of a mission, all pale in comparison to one's own safety. Life itself is what holds infinite possibilities.
The legendary treasure left behind by the Winged Race has traversed millions of years to reach this point. Under normal circumstances, it would be far beyond the reach of even these demon kings. For some unknown reason, they have all gathered here, a stroke of perfect timing. But coinciding with opportunity is an equally unpredictable danger!
Furthermore, the God Snow Land has been sealed for so many years. Even if there was no danger back then, who knows what kind of strange things might have arisen over such a long time Even if there's no danger, any evil that exists must not be dealt with lightly.
Lu Qilang's face was calm, and his steps were not slow for a moment.
But her palm held a jade carving of a green leaf, already covered with cracks. With the slightest relaxation, it would shatter completely.
What do you think of Xiong Sansi
On one of the tree-lined paths, a similar voice was asking.
The voice came from the mysterious and unknowable Tai Ping Ghost Officer. At this moment, his expression was very cold, of course, concealed by a veil, so that She Gu Yu couldn't see... She Gu Yu, keeping a considerable distance, wouldn't even look.
Even She Gu Yu remained silent. Her steps were calm, walking in the shadows that seemed to exist and not exist.
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In this realm of celestial energy, she cannot yet fully enter the shadows.
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Zhu Dali relied on the skills of Master Tai Ping Dao and didn't care about any competitors. He was only wary of the mysterious Xiong Sanshi. Because Master emphasized keeping his distance from Lu Qiulang and Xiong Sanshi.
But Shé Gū Yú refused to talk, so they didn't talk.
After walking for a while, Zhu Dali asked coolly again, "What are your aspirations"
She Guyu was the most beautiful female demon he had ever seen, or at least one of the most beautiful. In his eyes, she was no less beautiful than Zhu Lanruo.
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It's not that he was smitten by every beautiful succubus he saw, it's just that they had spent time together along the way, and there was some fate involved.
Just like most male yokai who saw Snake-Immortality's face, he found… that such a beautiful and pitiful female yokai, the reason she exterminated her entire clan, must have had some understandable secret. He considered himself righteous, with a bit of a chivalrous spirit of helping the weak and fighting against evil.
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She still did not speak.
"We journey together, facing dangers and opportunities side by side. Helping each other is always better than suspecting one another... It's good to chat a little."
Zhu Dali recalled the conversations of those patrons in the tavern, gazing out at the yellow leaves. In a deep voice, he asked: "Whose poetry do you like"
"Stronger than me."
She said, "Snake Gu Yu."
Pig Dajian was taken aback: "Ah"
“Answering your first question,” the Serpent said in a languid voice.
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Even if she hated socializing, she had to admit that Zhu Dali was right. Helping each other was always better than suspecting each other...although suspicion was unavoidable.
When hanging out, it's better to talk about battle power than ideals or poetry. In this world where monsters eat monsters, how many real monsters would discuss ideals It's naive to maintain poetic sentiment in such a harsh world. Zhu Dali only then reacted, realizing that Shegu Yu was saying that Xiong Sanshi was stronger than her.
He, the ghost reaper known as Tai Ping, chuckled softly: "Victory or defeat in a duel can hinge on a single moment. Since we haven't fought, how can we determine who is stronger"
To him, who was stronger than whom didn't really matter. Because in this divine realm, everyone was stronger than him, and no one could surpass the Dao Lord.
“I’ve seen him make a move.” She Guyu’s voice was low: “In Mengtougou.”
A dim-witted name is not a prestigious one.
The origin of this name is also long lost to history.
But as the proving ground for talented demon race prodigies and a place where battles between geniuses frequently occur, this location called Mèntóu Gōu is truly renowned. Zhū Dàlì in the tavern often heard patrons talk about it, and even he would join in bragging.
"So he was astonished and exclaimed, 'You were there at the battle where Xiong Sansi killed Feng Jiefu in a head-on confrontation during the Honey Festival. That's when he rose to become the eighth ranked new king on the Heavenly List!'"
“That was three years ago…” Shegu Yu didn't want to talk about it much, only saying: “I watched the entire battle. Even as just that Xiong Sanshi back then, I wouldn't have a chance against him now.”
Zhu Dali guessed that at the time, the muddy ditch might have been where the head of the snakes and Snake Gu Yu went together.
"I have a question, I don't know if it's inappropriate to ask…"
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"Then don't ask any more questions." Shegu's voice turned very cold, cutting off the conversation.
“Oh.”
In the mirrored world, Jiang Wang was unaware at this moment that even if he had severed ties with the Faceless Cult from the start, his whereabouts were still tracked. The current city of Mo Yun was setting a grand net, waiting for their return of the Faceless God… He couldn't judge the power of the Heavenly Demons; it was beyond his comprehension.
At this moment, he sat alone before the mirror, scrutinizing every detail of the divine realm within.
The Shenxiao realm held its own wonders. The power of the Hongzhuang mirror could not leave the Lin Yin trail to enter the deep forest. Therefore, more often than not, he could only rely on the divine seal and borrow Zhu Dali's vision.
Among all the demon clans participating in the competition, he feared Deer Seven and Bear Third Thought the most.
The former is terrifyingly perceptive and the easiest to detect, sparking a wave of attacks. The latter has the most thorough and longest preparation for the God Snow region. Though initially illuminated by the Chiming Bell, appearing in the open, they have not revealed their true foundations. They are unfathomable. In this situation surrounded by enemies, it's especially important not to start unprepared battles. Therefore, the more mysterious they are, the greater the distance needs to be maintained.
She Gu Yu's advance was silent and stealthy, while Zhu Dali strode forward with heavy steps, crushing withered branches and leaves, displaying a domineering air.
Goo goo gaa gaa.
At some point in time, a strange sound suddenly rang out.
The sound seemed to come from all directions at once, making it impossible to pinpoint its exact location.
Like the sound of a spring bubbling, but sharper.
It sounded like the cry of some strange bird, but there was no sign of any living creature.
“Did you hear anything” Zhu Dali gripped his two straight swords, cautiously looking around.
But there was no response...
"Snake Girl!"
He turned abruptly, and saw She Guyu's body completely emerge from the shadows. It was frozen there, completely still. There was no breath, and his eyes were vacant, showing no signs of life at all!
"Could he be dead This is the new Heavenly Rankings King, a powerful figure of that level. How could he have died without a sound" The Serpent Girl
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Zhu Dali maintained the highest vigilance, circulating his strength throughout his body. He reversed his blade and tentatively reached forward —
As if a gentle breeze had passed, Shegu Yu's body, shrouded in her black attire, transformed into grayish-white powder along with her clothes, swirling and dancing in the wind.
This scene is too creepy.
A tremendous fear fell upon my heart.
“Master Dao!” Zhu Dali shouted in his heart.
The Taiping Divine Wind immediately responded: "Relax."
Pig Dali relinquished control of his body. Beneath the black mask, his eyes, like a still sea, surged with waves, swirling with frost-white wind marks.
A mere twist of the hands holding the blade, and his entire body's fighting stance was transformed.
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At this moment, the Master of Taiping Dao summons the power of the Taiping Divine Wind Talisman!
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Meanwhile.
The ashen-white powder streaked across the air, vaguely forming a demonic silhouette. From that silhouette leaped a skeletal warrior wielding a blade and shield, slashing with his sword.
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This power level... The Lord of the Taiping Dao, with his pig-like strength, felt a hint of surprise. It wasn't astonishment at the blade's power, but rather its weakness. This didn't match the dangerous atmosphere brought by the terrifying vision. Nor could it possibly possess the strength to take down She Guyu.
Thinking continues, and action continues as well.
To say it happened in a flash would be too slow, it was just a thought.
In the instant the blades clashed, another sword pierced through the round shield, shattering the skeletal frame. The force of the blow roared like a dragon, tearing the skeleton to pieces beyond recognition.
In the gray-white bone fragments, a large body retreated only one step and then stopped. Its shape fluctuated from movement to stillness, like a sculpture of mist.
And the shattered, ash-white bones of the skeleton, like coarse sand, fell silently in front of him, rustling as they drifted.
This marvelous control, the ability to relinquish control of one's body, intoxicated Zhu Dali.
Every time the Master comes into his body with a fraction of his billionth thought, it is the most rewarding moment for him. Every battle in which the Master appears is enough for him to contemplate over and over again. Every detail of each battle brings him great benefit.
To say that one can travel a thousand miles in a day is perhaps an exaggeration... To say that one advances one step at a time in battle is, however, absolutely true.
At this moment, Zhu Dali "saw" his body move again. With a twist of his foot, he shifted sideways, and the long blade in his hand only turned slightly, its momentum rising ominously. He felt a comfortable sensation like flowing clouds and water, as if he were in the most suitable environment. Every muscle group was in the right place, exerting the right amount of force... and then moved forward!
Move forward!
Ahead, from the gray-white bone shard trail, leapt a white bone skeleton. Its bones were complete and solid, with a tactile quality. In its hand was a bone spear, pointing down as if stars were falling across the sky.
Zhu Dalì alone could not withstand such a powerful attack.
But at this moment, the long blade in the air was merely a miss. Two winding trajectories danced and swerved, like flying rainbows and comet tails swirling across the sky, sweeping even the cold stars down.
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Zhu Dali felt that his bloated body was incredibly agile at this moment. He surged forward with each bone spear that was cut off, piercing through the flying bone spikes and instantly colliding with the white skeleton—
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The blade flashed past.
Each bone of this skeleton is clearly separated...—a total of two hundred and six.
Especially on these bones, there wasn't a single superfluous scratch from a blade.
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Even cutting tofu would be difficult to achieve such uniformity.
It's truly breathtaking!
At this moment, Zhu Dali's fear about She Gu Yu's sudden misfortune had subsided considerably. With the Dao Lord here, even gods and demons would retreat!
But for the leader of Taiping Dao who controlled this body...this was merely a basic application of the edge, not something to be considered a marvelous sword technique.
Compared to Dou Zhao's swordsmanship, this is nothing. What Jiang Wang truly focused on was the change in front of him—this skeleton. Where did it come from Why did it appear How did it dissipate and constantly reform Could it be interrupted And how many times could it reform Each time it reformed, its power grew even greater than before... much greater. Sometimes, battle is just a process of verifying one's thoughts.
Click! Click! Click!
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This time, Jiang Wang did not completely shatter the skull. However, the fully separated bones, in some way he couldn't perceive yet, once again reassembled themselves — one of them, a joint bone, was deliberately crushed under his boot as if to erase its existence, but it disappeared without a ripple and returned to the reassembled skull.
This time, the skeleton, besides its white bones, had red blood vessels, a strange and ferocious form.
In his hand, he held a longbow made with his spine as the bow and his blood vessels as the string.
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...and had three long arrows, three medium arrows, and three short arrows ... nine arrows raised together, all on the string.
In bluish-black vessels, blood surges like a tide.
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Boom!
Then the bone arrow flew off the bowstring!
Jiang Wang controlled Zhu Dali's body, his steps light and agile. He moved swiftly, facing the arrow.
This is indeed vicious archery, but compared to Li Fengyao and Li Longchuan, it's still lacking.
A ghastly, blood-stained bone arrow was firmly lodged in the flat of a horizontally positioned blade.
Zhu Dali's stout body took a step back, his long knife still trembling.
It's not that this arrow was particularly powerful, but it did approach the limits of power possessed by a demon general. It was beyond even Zhu Dali's own strength.
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The power of the skeleton is getting stronger!
Even Zhu Dali felt this acutely.
But he felt himself still moving forward, strolling through the courtyard amidst the piercing shrieks. With a casual flick of his head, an arrow grazed the fat on his cheek.
With another leap forward, the blade skimmed over the frosty wind...
After a frost, everything withers and dies, even bone dust disappears.
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Can we reunite Can we!
This time, even the trace was gone. A monster, hanging with decaying flesh and tattered hide, appeared out of thin air.
Unclear of gender, the face blurred, the body with few good patches of flesh, but a pair of hands with clearly defined bones and distinct lines.
A murderous aura surged around him, rising up to gather into clouds.
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— With both hands reaching up to the heavens, as they fall, a blood-red, pitch-black sword is drawn.
As swift as lightning, a sword strikes at the throat!
For a moment, Zhu Dali thought he was going to die right there, with no hope of survival. But in the blink of an eye, he saw his own long blade had severed the opponent's head.
By this point, the battle had progressed beyond his comprehension. No amount of further contemplation could grasp its subtleties.
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And yet the skeleton rose again from death, growing stronger than before.
This time, not to mention the ordinary ghost soldier Pigu Dalì, even Taiping Daozhu himself was astonished.
Because at this moment, what appeared before him was a withered and aged monster. Its form was repulsive and its body hunched, but the outline could vaguely be seen as... that of Pig's might!
A gaunt, elderly version of Pig the Mighty.
And for the first time, he uttered a sound. His voice, aged and pained, rang out in a lament:
"To be born is to grieve, to die is to hate. To never die, to live forever in the spring of immortality!"
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