Chapter 363

"Master?" Ao Yulie's face was full of shock. Is this Yellow Springs actually Sha Wujing?

He doesn't look like him at all!

And isn't Third Senior Brother standing right there? Ugh—looks like he's dead.

That was why Ao Yulie completely abandoned his usual demeanor and attacked in a rage.

Tang Luo didn't reply, looking at Yellow Springs.

Yellow Springs stared at Tang Luo, the light in his eyes flickering, gradually growing bewildered: "I... I am this Du Shi True Sutra?"

"You are not the Du Shi True Sutra, you are Sha Wujing," Tang Luo said. "Can't remember? No matter, let this Master help you remember. Little White Dragon, step back."

"Yes!"

Ao Yulie's body trembled, directly transforming into a streak of light and flying out the window.

Master, this is really going to be a fight.

The situation of getting killed by the aftermath between two people is exactly this.

It was very obvious Tang Luo was absolutely not at peak condition; his injuries had recovered less than 40%, but his recovery process was a process of constant improvement.

Sha Wujing's condition was unknown, impossible to judge.

But he, Ao Yulie, knew his own situation all too clearly—far weaker than the Eight Legions' Heavenly Dragon Horse at its strongest; he might really end up half-paralyzed by the two's aftermath.

"Third Senior Brother, what exactly is the situation..."

Ao Yulie in mid-air wore a worried expression.

"Help me remember, how are you going to help me remember?" Inside the high tower, Yellow Springs looked at Tang Luo, his face somewhat savage.

Upon hearing the three words "Sha Wujing," his mind was assaulted by bursts of severe pain, as if a knife had been stabbed in and was stirring back and forth.

After the stirring, some extremely blurry fragments surfaced, completely impossible to make out.

"Before death, there's a life review. Can't remember? Then this Master will send you to die; living like this has no meaning anyway, right?" Tang Luo said.

A fist instantly appeared before Yellow Springs.

Yellow Springs' body violently leaned back, simultaneously raising his right hand to block before his eyes, catching Tang Luo's fist in the nick of time.

Terrifying gales erupted from their hands; the platform beneath their feet, along with the entire cylinder and stairs, turned to dust in an instant.

The entire high tower shook.

"It's begun."

Ao Yulie outside the high tower murmured a sentence.

In another courtyard, Yu Kongyuan and the others also simultaneously looked toward the high tower.

It could be seen that the Ginseng Fruit Tree already had some leaves that had turned withered and yellow.

But overall it still looked full of vitality, lush and verdant, without the slightest sign of vitality being absorbed by Yu Kongyuan and withering.

【29】 Tian Hejin's clothes were tattered, the wounds on his body healing.

Fei Yuan Shisan was panting slightly; the sharp blade in his hand was wreathed in a ball of black flame, and his cheeks also bore strange black patterns.

This black flame greatly limited Tian Hejin's recovery speed.

"You've absorbed for this long, and the tree hasn't changed at all." Tian Hejin glanced at the high tower. "Looks like they're faster."

Yu Kongyuan didn't speak, closing his eyes and continuing to absorb the power from the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

These powers, feeling-wise, were far purer than the power contained in the "Du Shi True Sutra."

At least temporarily there was no sensation of alienation or distortion.

The Du Shi True Sutra—the power of those scripture-fetchers, after all, differs from this source; it's equivalent to "tributaries."

Not just anyone who is a scripture-fetcher can receive those powers completely unimpeded.

Yellow Springs made this very clear.

But the Ginseng Fruit Tree is different; its power, for scripture-fetchers born of it, is pure, without any "side effects."

It's just extremely difficult to absorb, unlike the Du Shi True Sutra's power, which, once there's the slightest intent, surges in wildly like dry tinder meeting fierce fire, unstoppable.

The power in the Ginseng Fruit Tree is like a shy young maiden—not easy to win over.

If Tian Hejin would just go bite it directly, he could help reduce Yu Kongyuan's pressure.

But Tian Hejin harms others and himself, only wanting to make Yu Kongyuan unhappy; she has no better way either.

She can only hope the battle between Tang Xuanzang and Yellow Springs resolves the victor a bit later.

But there's also good news: that cat Tang Xuanzang gave pays no heed to her actions, completely without any intention of stopping her.

Don't know if it represents its master's attitude.

Inside the high tower, Yellow Springs hovered in mid-air, body leaning back slightly, blocking this punch of Tang Luo's.

Tang Luo waved a hand through the void; a blood-colored flying talisman instantly appeared, blessed onto himself by him.

He withdrew his fist, tilted his upper body, raised one leg, and kicked at Yellow Springs.

No fancy moves, just a whip kick infused with powerful force.

A sharp, ear-piercing howl reverberated inside the high tower, blowing Sha Wujing's crimson long hair to dance like flames.

Yellow Springs simply couldn't dodge in time; he could only raise his right arm, blocking at his side, the raised arm like a copper wall and iron bastion.

The next breath, powerful force sent Yellow Springs flying back, smashing a large hole in the high tower.

His right arm completely twisted into a strange state.

Tang Luo appeared in mid-air, before the sky-facing Yellow Springs, a palm striking down.

Not the Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal, yet its power was not the least bit inferior; accurately speaking, the Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal only projects force outward.

At this moment, it was in a converged state.

A savage, fierce glint flashed in Yellow Springs' eyes; unable to dodge, unable to block, his left fist blasted upward.

Landing on Tang Luo's palm—meeting attack with attack!

It landed on Tang Luo's palm, meeting the attack head-on with an attack of his own!

Fist and palm collided; the five spread fingers instantly clenched, and Tang Luo seized Huangquan's left fist while his other hand struck out once more.

The palm slammed into Huangquan's chest.

A colossal cavity occupying nearly his entire body appeared, and the hand Tang Luo had gripping Huangquan's fist tore backward.

The entire arm was completely torn off by Tang Luo.

Huangquan fell diagonally downward, crashing hard into the mountain peak.

The whole mountain began to shake; massive amounts of rubble tumbled down, starting to split apart, cracks surfacing one after another.

"What is this..." Ao Yulie, watching the battle from the sky, changed expression.

He saw that within those cracks that had appeared, there was no stone, gravel, or anything of the sort.

Instead, there were pieces of flesh and blood — dark red flesh hidden inside the mountain peak.

As this mountain — or rather, the outer layer of rock — shattered, the "true face" inside was fully revealed.

This was simply a mountain made entirely of flesh and blood!

No, to call it merely a mountain composed of flesh and blood would be slightly oversimplifying it.

Because Ao Yulie saw that these pieces of flesh were not simple lumps of meat, but had distinct forms.

They had hands and feet, tails, heads, wings.

The mountain was a corpse mountain!

It was a mountain formed by a vast number of corpses brutally piled together and then compressed.

Among these corpses were humans, there were "ghosts"; white bones, severed limbs mixed and pieced together.

Ao Yulie could see that within the exposed corpse mountain, black qi spread out, and vaguely countless twisted faces could be seen wailing.

As the corpse mountain was exposed.

Violent changes also occurred on the high tower's side.

Those "Du Shi True Scriptures" that had seemed dead, perfectly quiet, were invaded en masse by blackness at this moment and began to revive.

They rushed straight out of the high tower; bizarre shrieks, wails, agony, and roars filled the heavens.

"Holy shit!"

Ao Yulie cursed angrily; the merit power on him that had not been exhausted turned into a ball of light, enveloping him.

"Go die!" After cursing, Ao Yulie decisively took out a sphere and threw it at those "Du Shi True Scriptures" rushing out of the high tower.

A reward from the mission, a one-time equipment: Rolling Heavenly Thunder.

Rolling Heavenly Thunder fell into the midst of the "Du Shi True Scriptures" and instantly exploded; a thunder prison enveloped the entire area.

Its power was only stronger, not weaker, compared to the thunder prison Ao Yulie could currently create himself.

Large numbers of "Du Shi True Scriptures" turned to flying ash under the thunder prison.

They had only become active again after black qi entered their bodies; although their alienation ability was ample, their own combat power was relatively weak, especially their defense.

It could be said to be quite fragile — far weaker than those few scripture-fetchers encountered on the journey to fetch scriptures.

Unless a few who had excelled at regeneration and defense in life.

Only those few remained now.

"Phew—" Seeing these things were stronger on the outside than within, Ao Yulie exhaled in relief; with the Merit Jade Lotus's power as protection.

He was confident he could clean up all these things, not letting them become a possible variable.

In a huge deep pit, the upper body had only a strip of flesh left, connecting the twisted arm, neck, and head to the lower body.

Under such injuries, Huangquan still had not died.

It slowly climbed up from the deep pit, raised its head to look at Tang Luo in the sky, yet the expression on its face no longer held the previous ferocity, seeming instead to carry a few parts strangeness, a few parts pain.

This pain did not come from the wounds on its body, but from its mind.

Tang Luo looked at Huangquan and reached out to grab.

A giant palm manifested in the void and descended, grasping toward Huangquan.

Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal!

Huangquan's body moved, appearing outside the Great Hand Seal's range, about to dodge.

Only the seemingly slow Great Hand Seal suddenly changed speed, grabbed to the side, and immediately seized the injured Huangquan.

Huangquan struggled ceaselessly; fresh blood flowed continuously from its wounds, simply like a stream, dyeing the semi-transparent Great Hand Seal red.

Forming a rain of blood in midair.

Maintaining a loose grip, Tang Luo pulled Huangquan before his eyes, expression calm: "How much have you remembered?"

"You... Tang Xuanzang?" Huangquan's tone was doubtful, "That's Ao Yulie, right, Ginseng Fruit Tree! Westward Journey! Fetching Scriptures!"

Toward the end, his tone grew intense, chaos unmistakably revealed.

Tang Luo's gaze shifted slightly, looking toward the other side.

That was where the Ginseng Fruit Tree was located; because of the battle between him and Huangquan just now.

That side was also affected; large numbers of buildings collapsed, the earth heaved.

The Ginseng Fruit Tree's massive root system could be seen exposed, directly taking root, spreading throughout the entire corpse mountain.

This corpse mountain was formed because of the Ginseng Fruit Tree!

Yu Kongyuan stood beside the Ginseng Fruit Tree, her face written with shock; the "power" she had exhausted herself to absorb was, compared to the source, merely a drop in the bucket.

Tian Hejin was laughing wildly.

The Ginseng Fruit Tree is their source, but this source is not some snowmelt mountain stream — it is an ocean!

They, these little streams, wanting to swallow an ocean, is simply a delusional fantasy.