Chapter 239: Wu Gou

Shuidai gazed into the distance, where the Demon Capital was located. In the Demon Palace of the Demon Capital, the Lord of the Demon Capital, Shi Liaoliao, had been sitting cross-legged in the Great Hall for a thousand years. For these thousand years, Shi Liaoliao had not moved, and it was unknown whether she was alive or dead.

Shuidai's Divine Sense landed on Shi Liaoliao, and she sighed, murmuring: "Back then you refused to listen to me; you said this was your tribulation, and also your fortune. After so many years, are you still yourself?"

After a long while, Shuidai looked at the shivering Meng Su and said: "Since you have come, you should go to the lowest level to take a look. It has been many years, and I do not know what has happened down there either. Remember to tell me when you return, provided you are still alive. The level below is called Rehai, and the seventh level is called Yanbo. My Source Power happens to be able to restrain these two levels. I will give you a drop of true water, and you can cross these two levels. As for the other levels, it will depend on your own fortune."

Having finished speaking, Shuidai flicked her finger at Meng Su, and a drop of water sank into the center of Meng Su's brow.

Meng Su suddenly felt that it was no longer cold. He felt as if he had become a part of this world.

Meng Su jumped into the well and arrived at the next level.

Just after entering this world, Meng Su felt as if he had entered a bathhouse; below him was nothing but boiling hot water bubbling away. Walking further ahead, the hot water disappeared and turned into magma. In the entire world, he could not see a single place to set foot.

Walking to the end of the world, he discovered another well. By the side of the well was a hot spring, and the hot spring was filled with magma. The temperature of this magma was clearly higher than the temperature outside, and in the magma, a black bird was shaking its feathers while bathing.

Upon seeing Meng Su, the black bird let out a quacking sound.

Meng Su shook his head, indicating he did not understand. The black bird shook its feathers and transformed into an old Daoist in black robes.

The old Daoist shouted at Meng Su: "Who are you? Why have you entered my Demon Domain?"

My surname is Zu, and my given name is Zong. I drifted here unintentionally, and I hope you will grant me passage, Daoist brother.

"Zu... Zong. Damn you, how dare you try to trick me? I'll boil you."

The old Daoist opened his mouth and spat out a glob of phlegm.

After this glob of phlegm left the old Daoist's mouth, it transformed into a sun, and within the sun, a golden crow was faintly visible.

Meng Su took a step back, appearing ten miles away, then took another step forward. A whirlwind appeared on Meng Su's body, and then Meng Su stood firm. A golden light carrying a faint Blade Intent slashed that sun into two halves.

Meng Su took another step back, then moved forward, and with another blade strike, he split the old Daoist into two halves.

The old Daoist transformed into the black bird, wanting to dodge Meng Su's blade light, but his body paused strangely, and he was split into two halves by a single strike.

Black bird feathers drifted all over the ground.

This strike seemed to have poked a hornet's nest; countless black birds flew out from the magma, finally converging into one giant black bird.

The black bird let out an angry cry and transformed back into the appearance of the old Daoist.

The old Daoist looked at Meng Su angrily and said: "You brat have some nerve, daring to lay a hand on me in the Jinwu Chi. Let me tell you, here, I am heaven, and I am immortal."

After the old Daoist finished speaking, he pointed at Meng Su. A heat surged around Meng Su, the entire air began to burn, and the space began to reject Meng Su.

The blood all over Meng Su's body began to burn. This burning was merely the blood burning, while his clothes on the outside remained completely undamaged.

"Burning Blood," the old Daoist chanted.

Then the old Daoist formed a seal with his hands and chanted: "Burning Soul."

A tremendous pain erupted from Meng Su's body. Blue flames ignited inside his body, setting his soul ablaze. Meng Su was burned until he curled into a ball.

Just as Meng Su was about to be burned to death, the drop of true water at the center of his brow emitted a cold radiance. A mist of water wrapped around Meng Su, extinguishing the flames on his body.

Then that drop of water emitted a power of extreme cold, freezing everything for a thousand miles.

Meng Su broke free from the shackles of space, and then a green light split the Daoist into two halves.

This blade strike was imbued with the power of the true water, directly freezing the old Daoist solid.

Meng Su walked slowly toward the Daoist and teased: "I know you can resurrect infinitely, and I know you are the master of this world. I cannot kill you, but I can make you neither alive nor dead."

Meng Su released his "Between Life and Death," pinning the old Daoist, who had been split into two pieces, in place. Then he swung his blade to hack at him.

Blade light danced across the sky, and the old Daoist was hacked into a skeleton.

Then, time in this world began to flow backward, resurrecting the old Daoist.

After being resurrected, the old Daoist's eyes darted around. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, Meng Su's "Between Life and Death" transformed into Time Power, pinning the old Daoist once again, followed by another flurry of blade light.

The old Daoist became a skeleton again.

Time flowed backward, and the old Daoist was resurrected.

Time stood still, and the old Daoist was hacked.

Within Rehai, a tragedy of the Demon Realm was being played out; the Golden Crow old Daoist was being killed incessantly and resurrected incessantly.

Finally, the old Daoist stopped moving.

At this moment, a powerful will descended into Rehai. A giant bird of pure gold flew toward Meng Su.

The golden bird's wings carried burning Gang Wind. It just glanced at Meng Su, and Meng Su felt unbearable pain in his head, nearly causing his Divine Sense to collapse.

Two living beings appearing in one Demon Domain?

Meng Su stepped into that well, preparing to enter the next level.

This bird's Momentum was too great to be opposed; of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is the best.

Meng Su, who had jumped into the well, was enveloped by a teleportation force. Just as he was about to initiate the teleportation, a giant bird claw suddenly appeared above Meng Su's head and grabbed at him.

Meng Su knew this bird was formidable, but he had not expected it to be this formidable. In his panic, he brought out his Golden Bowl. At this moment, the Golden Bowl integrated the power of the Demon Heart and Time Power into one.

Meng Su hid inside the Golden Bowl, and the giant bird grabbed the Golden Bowl with one claw.

First, it released the Time Power, and the giant bird's claw and the bowl remained frozen in the air for two seconds. Then, a massive Demon Power surged forth; this immense Demon Power directly shattered the golden bird's claw, and the shattering force continued to spread upward, finally crushing the golden bird into pieces with the Demon Power.

Meng Su was teleported into the next spring.

The old Daoist in Rehai lost control of time and condensed his true form. Seeing the golden bird being shattered, hot tears flowed from his eyes, and he knelt on the ground trembling, shouting: "It has been fifteen hundred years; the Wish Power of the Nine Springs could never suppress you, and now you are finally dead. Oh Heavens, which big sister angel sent me such a divine person? I am finally free. You really are my ancestor."

Rehai began to shrink, finally turning into a single point that sank into the old Daoist's brow. The old Daoist, carrying his own Demon Domain, walked out of the tomb, transformed into a streak of black light, and flew toward the depths of the Monster Forest.

Having destroyed the golden bird, Meng Su entered a world.

This was a... what kind of world? Hmm, it was somewhat similar to the sterile world of his past life.

The entire heaven and earth were as clean as glazed glass; the sky was azure, the ground was pure white, and there was not a single speck of dust in the air. There was not even any air, and all around was silent. Meng Su looked curiously at the world before him and began to walk forward slowly.

This was also a Small World, about one or two hundred miles in radius. Meng Su discovered that the worlds within the Nine Springs Tomb were all quite strange, but they had one thing in common: none of them were large. The largest among them, the Zhijie, did not exceed three hundred miles.

Soon, Meng Su saw a well.

Sitting by the well was a Ni Pusa. The Ni Pusa was motionless, and it was unknown whether it was dead or alive; Meng Su did not sense any aura of life.

Meng Su continued to walk forward a few steps, when suddenly he heard the tolling of a bell. An aged voice exploded in Meng Su's ear: "Welcome, benefactor, to the Wu Gou World."

Damn it, it's just talking, does it have to be so loud? It nearly deafened me. Do all monks talk like this?

Meng Su muttered to himself.

The voice paused for a few breaths, as if observing Meng Su. Suddenly, it shouted angrily: "You killed a member of our Buddhist sect? You seized our Buddhist meditation field?"

After speaking, a massive palm descended from the sky, striking toward Meng Su.

This palm was incomparably huge, blotting out the sky and sun, covering the entire Small World; Meng Su could even see the palm prints on the hand when he looked up.

"Five Finger Mountain? But I am no monkey; it won't be that easy to suppress me."