Chapter 274

"Roar—"

A lion's roar resounded through the Bai Yu Forest.

Immediately after, the earth shook and the mountains swayed, and the stone towers of the mountains were all shaking. But at this time, the scriptures on the stone mountain shone brightly on their own, connecting all the stone bricks into a whole. Although the mountain was shaking, it did not collapse.

However, seeing the movement getting bigger and bigger, the stone mountain seemed unable to hold on for much longer.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

The loud shouts of Xuan Sect disciples came from outside.

"Where?"

"Where is the enemy?"

Someone responded.

"Where is anyone?"

"Is it an earthquake?"

Someone guessed.

"Hey! Where are you fleeing, demon!"

"Ah! The demons are all out! They are going to run!"

"Ah, Golden Core!"

"It's the old monk Wanfa Jing Shi!"

Someone screamed.

"Stop him! Stop him quickly! Don't let him escape!"

"Be careful!"

"It's going to collapse, the mountain is going to collapse!"

"It's over, the mountain here is starting to drop stones!"

"..."

Many people were shouting, and it sounded like a mess. Cheng Xinzhan also heard the voices of Huqing and Wu Mei.

"Boom—"

Another louder giant sound.

Cheng Xinzhan saw that the giant stones paved on the ground seemed to have been violently hammered by something underground, and spider-web-like cracks appeared in response. At this time, the scriptures engraved on the inner walls of the stone temple became even more dazzling.

"Boom—!"

Immediately after, another hit. This time, the bricks and stones on the ground of the stone temple completely collapsed and shattered, flying in all directions. After the bricks and stones collapsed, one could directly see the ground. The ground had already cracked, and he didn't know how deep it was. White light was emanating from the cracks.

The floor tiles engraved with the origin of the mountain lord had already shattered.

The last abbot of the forest who knew the origin of the mountain lord, Master Hanshan, was already dead.

This was a mountain lord!

Cheng Xinzhan stared at the ground, and then he suddenly shouted loudly,

"Huqing! Daoist Tuo Yan! There is a Golden Core great monster suppressed under the tower here, and it is the one making trouble! I will deal with the great monster, you don't need to worry, go stabilize the stone mountain and stop the demonic monks!"

After a second or two, the responses of Huqing Sanren and Wu Mei came from outside,

"Good!"

"Take care of yourself!"

Having stabilized the outside, Cheng Xinzhan looked at this shaking stone mountain again, thinking that instead of letting the mountain lord toss underground and implicate other places, it would be better to take the initiative to let it out and have a good talk in the tower.

So he pinched a formula and chanted,

"Yinghuo Emperor, flowing fire and flying stars, fall!"

Fire clouds suddenly rose in the tower, and countless flowing fire and flying stars the size of stone piers appeared, smashing towards the ground, completely melting the stone bricks engraved with the origin of the mountain lord. The flowing fire and flying stars bombarded the ground, but did not hurt the stone walls of the stone temple at all.

"Roar—"

Another clearer lion's roar came from the ground, full of anger.

The next moment, dust flew, and chaotic stones shot in all directions. A giant object rushed out from the ground, bathing in the flowing fire and flying stars, and rushed straight towards Cheng Xinzhan.

And at this moment, Cheng Xinzhan finally saw the true face of this Shishan Lord.

This was a male lion the size of a water buffalo, with fur of only two colors. The mane around its neck, the hair on its tail, and the hair on its four hooves were all fluffy and flying like flames, but the color was such a bright deep green, a color that couldn't be described, bright like the green turquoise in the water, deep like the green pine after the rain.

And except for these three places, the lion's body was pure white, like the accumulated snow on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, without a trace of mixed color.

It is rare to see green and white fur mixed together. Such an intense color contrast appearing on a majestic lion was not abrupt at all, but rather had a kind of different sacredness and peace.

Looking at it still, it was like a pine forest after snow; looking at it moving, it was like a spring river with melting ice.

The lion stepped on the air with its four hooves and ran towards Cheng Xinzhan, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, with angry eyes wide open.

The lion's claws and fangs were like mutton-fat white jade, clean, white, and moist, but its tongue was flesh and blood. The lion's pupils were golden, surrounded by an indigo iris, and its essence was shining.

Cheng Xinzhan was a bit surprised, because the record said that when this snow lion appeared, it was the size of a small mountain, twenty or thirty zhang high, and truly majestic. Now it was so small. After thousands of years of imprisonment and suppression, he didn't know how much essence it had lost.

"Fellow Daoist! Look at what time it is, who is in front of you! And where are we now!"

Cheng Xinzhan shouted, reminding the mountain lord not to recognize the wrong person.

However, his shouting was of no use. The lion's intelligence was not very high to begin with. After its veins were broken and its mountain destroyed, it was imprisoned underground for thousands of years. Now that it had escaped, how could it listen to what Cheng Xinzhan was saying? It just wanted to destroy everything it saw in front of it.

However, Cheng Xinzhan had anticipated this and was prepared. He pinched a sword formula and said softly,

"Clouds lock a thousand peaks."

Thus, the Youdu flying sword, which was originally a mass of vermilion-purple sword Qi, suddenly scattered into thousands of sword threads. The gorgeous and brilliant sword Qi was like a storm rolling with colorful falling flowers, surging towards the snow lion.

If Ye Yuanjing or Zhou Qingyun were to see this scene, they would probably be shocked. They knew best how difficult this sword technique was to practice. Under Ye Yuanjing's careful guidance, with Zhou Qingyun's talent, she still couldn't perform it proficiently to this day.

And Cheng Xinzhan had only recently obtained the "Taiyi Light-Splitting Sword Technique". Logically speaking, no matter how extraordinary his talent was, even if he had already entered the door of the Light-Splitting Sword Technique, it was absolutely impossible for him to be able to perform a move like "Clouds Lock a Thousand Peaks" now.

However, incarnating as a cicada and spending seventeen years in the dark underground was enough for Cheng Xinzhan to evolve the "Taiyi Light-Splitting Sword Technique" countless times. And with his Primordial Spirit power and excellent understanding of contemplation, since he had learned it in his mind, it wouldn't be too bad when he started.

At this moment, he pointed with his sword formula, and thousands of flowing, colorful sword threads surged towards the snow lion.

Although the snow lion was angry, it was not stupid. Seeing the sword light filling the sky, it stopped its rush, gathered its strength again, opened its mouth, and let out a roar.

"Roar—"

This lion's roar carried magic power and supernatural powers, louder than any previous sound. Ripples appeared in the void, and at the same time, wind and snow poured out from the lion's mouth, blowing towards the sword threads.

And the snow lion was indeed a rare mountain lord that had attained the Dao in heaven and earth. After being seriously injured by the destruction of the mountain and suppressed for thousands of years, at this moment, a single supernatural power actually neutralized Cheng Xinzhan's Light-Splitting Sword Technique head-on.

However, the snow lion was also a little more sober at this moment.

But when it saw the Buddhist scriptures in the mountain wall, it seemed to remember some painful memories and became manic again. It didn't pounce on Cheng Xinzhan, but turned its head and wanted to push the mountain.

And how could Cheng Xinzhan let it vent its anger like this? This mountain was located in the middle of the Bai Yu Forest. If the mountain collapsed, it would affect the whole body, the entire forest would collapse, and the Jin Sha River would be completely cut off.

"Zhao!"

He operated the Yangming Yuntang Gang Qi and performed the "Great Sun Brightness Curse".

The next moment, the light in the mountain became bright, as if the sun was in the mountain.

The snow lion was blinded by the sudden strong light, screamed in pain, was stimulated to be fierce, stepped on the air, turned its direction, and pounced towards Cheng Xinzhan again.

"Suppress!"

Cheng Xinzhan chanted the curse, and the vast and continuous phantom of the White Dragon Flag Mountain appeared in the stone temple. The snow-capped peaks, mountain pines, great rivers, and even azaleas and snow lotuses were all clearly visible.

After his Primordial Spirit was tempered by the thunder tribulation, the scene of performing these curses was completely different.

Although this phantom of the White Dragon Flag Mountain was not as tall as the real snow mountain, the 【momentum】 of standing majestically and cutting across the east and west was there.

It's just that the mountain lord was a lion monster born in the snow mountain and had been pressed by mountain stones for thousands of years. At this moment, seeing the snow mountain fall, he was not afraid at all. Instead of retreating, he advanced and hit the mountain head-on.

"Dong!"

It was like a thunderclap, as if the earth had sunk and the mountain had collapsed. The mountain shadow and the mountain lord collided head-on. One wanted to cover the earth, and the other wanted to lift the shackles. As soon as they touched, fierce light burst out, and the aftermath of the magic power splashed in all directions, turning into thousands of golden snakes dancing wildly in the air.

Cheng Xinzhan naturally couldn't let the dancing golden snakes hit the stone wall. He changed his hand formula and immediately chanted another curse,

"Trap!"

He originally understood this curse as being used to trap people. It was the "Earth Trap Curse", which he had used to trap Li Yingqiong and catch wood spirits.

Then, with the deepening of his realm and his understanding of 【Space】, he discovered that the greatest power of this curse was to act on the void, which is the "Void Trap Curse". He had also used this curse to trap overseas demon lords and Cao Jin.

Now, Cheng Xinzhan's vision and realm had climbed higher, so the usage of this curse was no longer limited to people.

At this time, with his shout, the surrounding magic light began to twist, and black light emerged from the void, as if cracks had appeared, trapping the aftermath of the magic power from the collision between the mountain shadow and the mountain lord.

But at the same time, the Shishan Lord was not suppressed by the "Suppress" character curse. Instead, he went up against the phantom of the mountains, and the mountain shadow gradually became dim in the surging magic light.

Cheng Xinzhan also figured out the mountain lord's cultivation through this. He was a high-grade Golden Core, and his magic power was much better than those in the same realm, but he was forced back by this monster in a hard fight. Then it could be guessed that after being suppressed for thousands of years, purely in terms of magic power, this monster still had the cultivation of three or four purifications. It's just fortunate that this lion didn't have many methods and only knew how to use supernatural powers and brute force.

And although the "Trap" character curse was unexpected and effective every time it was used, the consumption of the Primordial Spirit and magic power was also quite large. The "Suppress" character curse was the same. At this time, Cheng Xinzhan could feel that the magic power in his body was consuming rapidly.

He knew he couldn't drag it out. Firstly, the origin of the mountain lord should not be leaked, and secondly, the Shishan Lord was rushing around, but he still had to hold back and take care of the stone mountain. He had to make a quick decision.

So, when the lion finally overturned the mountain and pounced again, he looked down from a high position. A golden light appeared in his left eye, and "Taodu" flew out, turning into a mass of golden, invisible sword Qi.

Cheng Xinzhan changed the curse formula in his hand to a sword formula and pointed directly at the flying lion,

"Golden Silk Shining Threads!"

Immediately, "Taodu" also scattered into thousands of sword threads. But unlike the colorful wind and rain of "Youdu", every sword thread turned into by "Taodu" was shining with golden light, dazzling and eye-catching. Every one was as straight as a ruler and as fine as hair, truly like streams of scorching noon sun light.

This was a sword technique he created by imitating Ye Yuanjing's "Harmony with Light and Dust". The sword and light merged, but it was more domineering.

At this time, "Taodu" turned into thousands of strands of solar golden light, carrying the divine power of Yang fire, and hidden in the bright Gang Qi of the Yangming Yuntang Gang, shining towards the Shishan Lord.

This move made the whole tower only bright and uniform in color. The Shishan Lord wanted to avoid its edge, but the sun's light fell, and everything had nowhere to hide. Where could this lion hide?

The mountain lord wanted to repeat the old trick and use the lion's roar to shake off the sword threads, but the "Taodu" sword threads merged with the light and fire filling the sky, so how could they be affected? They pricked and pierced the mountain lord solidly.

"Roar—"

The mountain lord screamed again, but this time it was a wail.

After one sword, the lion that had been imprisoned for thousands of years was completely sober.

"Mountain Lord, can you listen to words now?"

Cheng Xinzhan said with his Primordial Spirit thought.

The snow lion clearly understood. It stood in the void, looking up at Cheng Xinzhan, its eyes full of hatred and fear, but it made no further movement.

Cheng Xinzhan continued,

"Mountain Lord, thousands of years have passed since you were suppressed here. The group of demonic monks who imprisoned you at the beginning are all dead. Now, our Dao Sect has killed all the disciples and grandchildren of those demonic monks, and the stone mountain that suppressed you has also had its scriptures erased by us, so you were able to escape."

The mountain lord listened to this, half-believing and half-doubting. However, it could distinguish that the methods of the person in front of him were indeed very different from those of the group that suppressed him at the beginning.

"Then move aside and let me leave this place!"

The mountain lord finally responded to Cheng Xinzhan, also replying with his Primordial Spirit thought.

However, Cheng Xinzhan shook his head when he heard this,

"Mountain Lord, let me make it clear to you. Your origin is only known to me now, but there are many people outside, all from the Xuan Sect of Shu. I don't know if you have heard of the prestige of the Xuan Sect of Shu before you were suppressed, but I can guarantee that if you go out now, you will definitely be captured.

"If your identity as a mountain lord is not exposed, they will only treat you as a disastrous monster and will definitely kill you on the spot. If they learn of your identity as a mountain lord, they will definitely catch you to be a spirit beast mount to guard the mountain gate. If you meet someone more ruthless, I'm afraid you will be caught and refined into a weapon, and you can only be a utensil spirit."

The lion's eyes changed when he heard the word "Xuan Sect".

Cheng Xinzhan saw it in his eyes and nodded secretly. Since he knew, he could save some words.

"I am traveling here and have made friends with the Xuan Sect, but I actually come from a great sect in the East, and there are also mountain lords in my home. If you want to heal the injuries caused by the broken veins and destroyed mountain, and want guidance from seniors in the cultivation of the mountain lord clan, follow me for a period of time. After returning to the sect, I will beg the mountain lord elders in my home to heal your injuries and teach you cultivation."

Cheng Xinzhan said sincerely.

"Hmph, follow you, isn't that still being a mount? You are the same as the Xuan Sect, just saying things nicely!"

The snow lion obviously didn't believe it. After saying this, he ignored Cheng Xinzhan's Primordial Spirit transmission, roared, and pounced again.

Seeing that this monster wouldn't listen to good or bad words, Cheng Xinzhan had no choice but to use more means. He pinched the "Seal of Saving Suffering and Breaking Prison for Rebirth" with his hands, stepped on the Big Dipper, and chanted,

"Desolate Yellow Springs, vast Nether Abyss;

Souls return, do not cross the River of Forgetfulness!

Hell's Yin souls listen to the true words!

Taiyi's compassionate light guides the soul back,

The Lingbao Lingbao Tianzun rides a lion to break the Nether Realm,

Nine heads roar to open the gate of life and death!

Urgent as the law of Taiyi Saving Suffering Lingbao Lingbao Tianzun, wake up!"

This is the curse for calling souls and awakening spirits in the Taiyi Saving Suffering system. At that time, he used this curse to wake up Long Boyan in Tianqiao Mountain. However, at this moment, he used it on the Shishan Lord, whose soul was sound.

Of course, he didn't use it wrong. It was because when he performed this curse, the phantom of the nine-headed green lion, the mount of Taiyi Saving Suffering Lingbao Lingbao Tianzun, would manifest in front of him. The "wake up" at the end of the curse was accompanied by the nine heads of the green lion roaring together.

This green-maned snow lion mountain lord is indeed an incredible lion divine form in heaven and earth, with a high foundation, and is regarded as an auspicious spirit beast by ancient Western Buddhism. But no matter how high his foundation is, how can it be higher than the Nine Holy Primordial Spirits of the Eastern Pole Qinghua Heaven?

The Primordial Spirit manifested, and the nine heads roared together. This snow lion saw the real lion spirit, the perfect realm of the lion divine form in the world. He was immediately captured by the divine power, his momentum disappeared, his magic power stopped, and he fell from the air, smashing the dust.

After the snow lion smashed heavily on the ground, he still couldn't believe what he had just seen. He endured the trembling in his heart and tried his best to raise his head, wanting to take another look, only to see that the holy shadow had dissipated, and the Daoist flew down slowly and stopped in front of him.

At this moment, the flying sword "Taodu" still maintained the state of sword threads, returned behind Cheng Xinzhan, and circled in a radial shape, as if thousands of divine lights were arching over him, making him look like a god descending to the world. He looked down at the lion and said,

"The Great Dao has different paths. The mount of a small cultivator of the Xuan Sect is a mount, and the mount of the Saving Suffering Lingbao Lingbao Tianzun is also a mount. How can the two be mentioned in the same breath?"

(End of chapter)