Chapter 547: Guanyin, Why Are You Rewarding Him?

"Thunder Law: Electric Light Lone Dragon Turn!"

Aiming for a gap, Qiangliang thrust his lightning-flickering Ancestral Witch finger toward Dijun.

"Ah!"

Following this, a miserable scream erupted from within Dijun's body.

"You dare!"

Dijun glared at Qiangliang, his eyes wishing he could slice Qiangliang into a thousand pieces and pierce his heart with ten thousand arrows.

As an Ancient Era Emperor, he had never been treated like this.

Just from this move by Qiangliang, the Great Luo Golden Immortals of the Three Realms felt their anuses tighten, a chill rushing straight to their crowns; did the Ancestral Witches always play so wildly? No wonder they were wiped out; it was not without reason.

Who could endure such vulgar fighting methods?

"Still screaming? I'll give you a 'Fire-Roasted Ground Chicken'!"

Zhurong, having been countered by Dijun earlier, laughed heartily at this moment, flames erupting from his body as he shouted:

"Fire Law: Witch Fire Scorching Chicken!"

As the words fell, terrifying flames devoured the Emperor Dijun, burning fiercely from the inside out.

But do not forget, Dijun was originally of the strongest Golden Crow bloodline; the thing he feared least was fire.

Although Zhurong's flames were powerful, the damage caused was not as high as Qiangliang's, but the insult was extremely potent.

A dignified Golden Crow being called a low-blooded ground chicken was more painful than killing him.

The Ancestral Witch of Metal, Rushou, did not stop either, unleashing his specialty, thinking to himself:

"Golden Finger Law Mystery: Pierce!"

A point of golden light containing the Original Law struck straight at Dijun's vital point.

The Law of Metal, one of the strongest attack Laws?

It represented the head of the heaven and earth elements: Metal!

The sharpness of Metal is invincible.

Ah!

Dijun's face contorted, feeling his viscera in excruciating pain, his entire body paralyzed.

On the other side, Donghuang Taiyi was not doing much better.

Although the Ancestral Witches had now become Merit Treasure Bodies, their strength and physical quality had not changed one bit; they were still as beastly, and their physical quality was even a few degrees stronger than before.

In the Ancient Era, the Ancestral Witches were so combative and cruel that the Heavenly Dao had frequently sent down Thunder to punish them, though it was useless.

But now that the Ancestral Witches were protected by the Merit Treasure Body, the Heavenly Dao had no way to punish or warn them.

In short, describing the current Ancestral Witches as wolves in sheep's clothing could not be more appropriate.

Donghuang Taiyi endured the baptism of blows from the Ancestral Witches, his expression ugly.

On the other side, Kunpeng was beaten even more miserably, black and blue, with one of his legs even torn off.

Especially Gonggong, who was beating him to death, leaving no room for mercy.

If not for Kunpeng's treacherous schemes back then, they, the Ancestral Witches, would not have had internal strife, leading to their ranks being incomplete during the final battle, resulting in the fall of them all.

"Help me!"

"Lord Emperor!"

"Lord Nuwa!"

Kunpeng's screams resounded through the Three Realms and Six Paths; basically, anyone with a bit of cultivation could hear this ghostly wailing.

In the current situation, the Eastern Emperor and Dijun could not be counted on; they were being ruthlessly beaten and abused by the Ancestral Witches just the same.

The only plan now was to hope that Nuwa would step in to save them.

Among the Saints of this heaven and earth, only Nuwa was a free agent who could manage the affairs of heaven and earth, and her status was extraordinary.

Beneath the North Sea.

At some point, Xuanzang had conjured a pile of chairs, stools, and tables, covered in melon seeds, peanuts, Happy Water, watermelon, and spicy strips.

Bajie gnawed on watermelon, Wukong cracked melon seeds, and Xiaobailong, because he was training his muscles, could not eat these mundane things and could only suck on a spicy strip without swallowing it to satisfy his cravings.

Heixiong squinted his eyes while drinking Happy Water; although this stuff was not as sweet as honey, as long as he cast a little bit of freezing magic, drinking it was truly refreshing to the heart.

Baigu Furen was still somewhat reserved, but she could not resist the enthusiasm of her fellow disciples and finally joined in cracking melon seeds and drinking Happy Water.

"Master, the watermelon is gone, bring some more," Bajie asked.

Xuanzang was not stingy; there were countless watermelons in the Chat Group Mall, and they were not worth many points, but the taste was definitely more authentic than the watermelons in Maitreya's melon field.

Instantly, a pile of watermelon platters was placed on the surface of the North Sea, making the trapped Shen Gongbao not far away drool.

Originally, out of sight, out of mind, he had managed to get by for so many years.

Now, however, the gluttonous worms in his stomach were stirred up again, and he looked at Xuanzang's group multiple times, wanting to speak but hesitating.

In the shadows, Guanyin Bodhisattva saw that Xuanzang's group had become spectators, and she felt indignant in her heart.

The Ancestral Witches and the Emperors were in the midst of fire and water, yet this guy actually had the leisure to watch the show.

"Abominable," Guanyin thought to herself.

But then Xuanzang's voice reached her ears, saying:

"Guanyin Bodhisattva, since you've come, come out; don't hide and sneak around, come crack some melon seeds together."

"!"

Guanyin was shocked; could it be that Xuanzang had already discovered her presence?

How could this be possible? She had clearly hidden herself very well!

It was just that the current Xuanzang was no longer the early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal he once was, but at the late stage, with strength even greater than hers.

In all of Lingshan, besides the veteran powerhouses, how many were there at the Great Luo Golden Immortal Late Stage?

"Is the Bodhisattva here too?"

Hearing his master's words, Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly looked around.

Bajie looked around while eating, and even sighed:

"In all my life, I've truly never eaten such a rich watermelon."

Seeing that Xuanzang had seen through her methods, Guanyin no longer hid herself and appeared out of thin air beside the master and his disciples.

However, unlike in the past, this time Guanyin did not carry any holy light special effects; she wore only a simple, unadorned white gauze robe, which, though loose and baggy, still set off a figure that did not lose to the Queen Mother.

"Bodhisattva, why do you look so good today?"

That fellow Bajie subconsciously revealed a purely kind smile; there was no helping it, this was the nature of a pig, acting without thinking.

Guanyin glared at Bajie and slapped him through the air, sending him tumbling several somersaults.

Although he was hit, Bajie felt very honored.

"Bodhisattva, why did you reward the Second Senior Brother?"

Shaseng, who had been silent the whole time, said suddenly.

"Pfft!"

Xuanzang had just taken a sip of Happy Water and sprayed it directly all over Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"You!" Guanyin was instantly furious; was this guy doing it on purpose?

Xuanzang was truly surprised; he had not expected that the always wooden-seeming Sha Laosan was actually wise enough to appear dull.

Guanyin used her divine powers to wipe the Happy Water from her body, leaving not a trace, and said:

"Let this not happen again."

"Let it not happen again, let it not happen again," Xuanzang nodded.

His eyes drifted, but in his mind, the scenes from the Taixu Reincarnation Map involuntarily surfaced.

Although Guanyin could not read Xuanzang's mind, how could she not know what he was thinking? She only felt her Buddha-heart shattering, and had an urge to kill.

Fortunately, at this moment, Sun Wukong spoke up to divert the attention, saying:

"Bodhisattva, why have you come here? Why did that group of old geezers want to harm my old Sun and my master?"

Guanyin calmed her heart and said: "It was the Buddha who asked me to come and help you, but it seems there is no need for me to take action."

"Does Rulai have such good intentions? Bajie, what do you think?" Sun Wukong scratched his head.

Bajie took a bite of watermelon and said:

"No matter what, we are Scripture Seekers, saving all living beings and doing good deeds. If Tathagata Buddha didn't care, that wouldn't be right, would it?"

Actually, there was one more thing Bajie didn't say: if the Scripture Seekers were gone, what the hell would they be seeking scriptures for?

After scheming for so many years and paying such a high price, having finally set up this game, how could they give up so easily?