Chapter 109: Flying Monkey Seizes the Double Dragon Balls
"As fierce as a tiger, as cunning as a rabbit, watch out!"
Zhou Zhilu shouted loudly and ran towards Jiang Shengtian nimbly.
Seeing this, Jiang Shengtian brandished his sword and stepped forward to fight, but Zhou Zhilu was quite agile and dodged all the sword moves.
"A tiger descends the mountain! Antelope leaps! Buffalo attacks a mouse! A weasel burrows into a tiger's den! A black tiger preys on a trapped lamb!
"The flying monkey cleverly steals the twin dragon balls!"
Zhou Zhilu's hands were constantly changing into various moves, some of which were sinister.
Jiang Shengtian was careless for a moment and let Zhou Zhilu get close to him. Then he was hit with dozens of punches in succession. His face was covered with bruises and Jiang Shengtian was beaten back repeatedly.
"Your swordsmanship is quite impressive, but today I, Old Cow, will definitely show you my true form!"
Jiang Shengtian was so enraged by Zhou Zhilu's attack that he swung out dozens of sword beams in succession, roaring, "You're playing tricks! You're talking nonsense! Die, die, die!"
"Phoenix flying to the moon!" Zhou Zhilu kicked his feet, and countless pieces of gravel flew into the air. Then he opened his arms, as if he had grown a pair of wings, and jumped up in an instant. With the help of the gravel in the air, he dodged several sword energies in succession and flew towards Jiang Shengtian at a rapid speed.
Seeing this, Jiang Shengtian hurriedly retreated and slashed forward with the sword in his hand, trying to force Zhou Zhilu back.
"The python is wrapping around the elephant!" Zhou Zhilu shouted, and his arm instantly twisted Jiang Shengtian's right arm, and then he pulled it back suddenly.
"Bull head smashing walnuts!"
With a bang, Zhou Zhilu grabbed Jiang Shengtian's arm and slammed his head into his face!
In an instant, two streams of blood spurted out of Jiang Shengtian's face, and the extreme pain made his eyes lose focus.
"Mantis Guillotine!"
Zhou Zhilu turned around and moved behind Jiang Shengtian. He instantly clamped his head under his armpit with his left arm, and grabbed Jiang Shengtian's right hand holding the sword and moved it towards his neck with his right hand.
Jiang Shengtian, whose head was clamped by Zhou Zhilu, struggled violently, but with Zhou Zhilu's cold knee strike, the sound of bones crushing between the lumbar vertebrae was heard, and Jiang Shengtian suddenly lost the strength to resist.
The long sword swept across in an instant, and a headless corpse fell to the ground with a bang.
Zhou Zhilu threw the head from under his armpit and said contemptuously: "Little monster, taking your head is as easy as taking something from a bag!"
As the words fell, a white spiritual mist emerged from Zhou Zhilu's body and dissipated in an instant.
…
This is the 36th floor of Lingshan Mountain.
Several loud roars were heard from the stairs below, and then everything returned to silence.
I don’t know how long it took, but I saw a figure slowly climbing up from the bottom of the stairs.
Looking closely, it turned out to be Venerable Fusheng.
But at this time, Venerable Fusheng was in a very miserable state. One of his eyes had turned into a bloody hole, his left arm was fractured and twisted beyond recognition, and his right leg was cut off below the knee by a knife.
The robes on his body were tattered and covered in blood.
But he still used his right arm and left leg to crawl down the stairs towards the cave where the holy Buddha was, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.
At the bottom of the stairs, one could see that the battlefield was extremely brutal. A large hole was made on the mountainside, and the stairs were broken into dozens of sections.
At the very top, Venerable Dushang stood there expressionlessly with his eyes closed, his hands clasped in front of his chest, but countless black chains were wrapped around his body, trapping him there.
Not far below him, the ground was littered with broken limbs and flesh, and two corpses were lying on the ground.
Although the face of the corpse was covered in blood, it was still vaguely recognizable as the General Zhenxi of the Southern Dynasty and the patriarch of the Shura tribe.
Beside the corpse, Lord Wu Hou collapsed to the ground powerlessly, his left arm broken at the shoulder.
Lord Wu Hou held the knife in his right hand and tried to support himself to stand up, but he fell to the ground again just after he stood up a little, coughing up blood in pain.
"Hoo...Hoo...Yu boy, I'm over 200 years old. It's normal that I can't crawl anymore, but why are you lying here? Can't you just cut off my legs and catch up?!"
Not far away, Yu Haozhong was lying helplessly on the ground, with black chains wrapped around his legs.
Yu Haozhong said helplessly: "My Lord, I'm still young. I don't want to spend the rest of my life being carried around by others..."
Lord Wu Hou sighed upon hearing this: "That monk named Fusheng is truly quite capable. Especially after acquiring the spiritual energy of this ancient evil, it feels like he has vaguely touched the threshold of the ninth level...
"We're screwed now. Can the Holy Buddha handle him in his current state? It shouldn't be a problem, considering he's already been chopped to pieces."
Yu Haozhong was silent for a moment, then replied, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Lord Wu was stunned and asked in confusion: "How do you know?"
Yu Haozhong sighed: "Because he didn't kill us..."
…
In the cave on the 36th floor, Venerable Fusheng continued to crawl forward.
Looking up, he saw his most beloved Master, who was half black and half gold, sitting on a lotus throne with his eyes closed and a very peaceful expression.
I couldn't help but recall the first time I saw Master like this a year ago...
At that time, his ideas were rejected by everyone in the Buddhist world, and he was even scolded several times by Venerable Dushang.
In a depressed mood, Venerable Fusheng violated the rules set by the Buddhist world: unless there is a crisis of extinction of the sect or the world, the Holy Buddha’s retreat must not be disturbed.
He secretly came to the place where the Holy Buddha was in seclusion, but at that time the Holy Buddha had actually been infected by the spiritual energy of the ancient evil.
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