Chapter 754: Not Dying Is True

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After saying that, Ao Yulie almost slapped himself.

My wife is my right hand, or my left hand, or both hands.

This is the self-mocking words of the lone wolves.

Full of accusations against this unfair society.

And this self-mocking phrase, in Tang Luo's hands, has been fully elevated.

My right hand is my wife, not a joke, but a fact.

The Daughter Kingdom slumbers with Xia Mei; Tang Luo's right hand holds the Buddha Kingdom, controlling the Daughter Kingdom.

Following logical deduction, there is not a single flaw.

You are fake wives; I am the real one.

To reward the clever logic prince Ao Yulie, Tang Luo not only fulfilled his wish to experience the swift wind.

At the same time, he also slapped all the other Blood Talismans onto Ao Yulie's body.

One-stop service, shaping him into a comprehensive warrior.

This way, when he gets beaten, he can maintain some dignity.

He can also adapt to the strengthening of the Blood Talismans, accumulating rich experience for future swift departures or swift advances.

Anyway, Ao Yulie's current main focus is just two things: running fast and taking hits.

Daily practice of taking hits.

The one who struck was not Tang Luo; Tang Luo stood aside, rubbing the Heavenly Dog, supervising.

Zhu Bajie is responsible for being the main attacker, Sha Wujing guides, and as the reborn spirit of the defensive magic treasure, he can precisely control the timing and intensity.

He can enhance Ao Yulie's toughness—no, I mean, enhance Ao Yulie's defensive power—without truly injuring him.

As for pain, there's no way to avoid it.

Only with effort comes reward, and pain, to a certain extent, can stimulate potential.

Back then, Tang Luo relied on the enlightened Merit Jade Lotus, and self-abusive cultivation stimulated his potential, allowing such rapid progress.

Ao Yulie lay on the ground slapping his tail, with no injuries on his body.

It's just the lingering aftertaste of pain; in a few minutes, he'll be a fine dragon again!

"No, no..." Feeling like he's getting used to the pain, Ao Yulie immediately banished the terrifying thought from his mind.

I, Ao Yulie, am definitely not a masochist!

"By the way, I've also improved the Rebirth Transference Finger, Bajie." After Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing gave the White Dragon Prince a full-service treatment, Tang Luo said.

Zhu Bajie nodded and walked over.

Tang Luo casually pointed a finger.

There was no faint glow, no vortex—just a simple motion.

Zhu Bajie's body shuddered, instantly shooting up to nearly three meters tall, forming a standing (wild) boar-headed man, blue-faced with fangs, terrifying and ferocious.

A powerful, frenzied aura emanated from Zhu Bajie's body.

Even his eyes turned crimson red; behind him, the phantom of a giant wild boar flickered in and out of view.

Tang Luo withdrew his hand at the right moment.

Zhu Bajie staggered forward two steps, causing this nameless small island to tremble twice.

Soon, he returned to his original human form, frowning, thinking, then said: "Master, I feel a bit..."

"Is it flashy but substance-less?" Tang Luo said.

Exactly, this improved Rebirth Transference Finger is indeed a bit flashy but substance-less.

Zhu Bajie nodded.

Nearby, Ao Yulie climbed up: "I think it's really cool, Master."

It's not that he lacks the ability to flatter Ao Yulie; one can see that if it weren't for Zhu Bajie desperately resisting and opposing,

this one finger from the Master would have made the Second Elder Brother charge forward and kneel there himself.

Isn't that cool?

"The power seems—" Zhu Bajie paused, "No, it's not really about power."

If it were a normal Rebirth Transference Finger, that one strike earlier would have killed or severely injured Zhu Bajie—there's no way he could have blocked it like that.

Simply put, that finger earlier was flashy but substance-less, and its power was never truly unleashed.

Against the weak, one can achieve what Ao Yulie called "really cool"—just sit there and casually point, and the opponent comes up to receive death.

But against the strong, if they hold out for a moment, it actually gives them a chance and time to flee.

Saying "come up and receive death," but the person runs away—then it's embarrassing.

Better to just strike directly with one finger.

"Then just use it on weaklings." Ao Yulie proposed his opinion, then immediately retracted, "Wait!"

"Master, don't you have the 'Mockery' skill?" Ao Yulie said, a bit excited.

Zhu Bajie and Tang Luo's eyes lit up simultaneously; the honest Sha Wujing remained unmoved.

Pooling collective wisdom, indeed, it works remarkably well.

Everyone quite likes this Mockery skill.

Even at level one, its effect was quite extraordinary.

Ao Yulie, for a moment, was unaware and directly hit by it—of course, he quickly shook off the mockery effect and returned to normal.

Now the Mockery skill is at level three.

After fully integrating it, I combined this mocking divine ability with this somewhat flashy revised version of the Samsara Transmigration Finger.

That is—

The enemy charges forward on their own, yelling wildly, and Tang Luo just helps them charge forward faster.

Double the bonus, double the joy!

"Just decided so happily." The three exchanged glances and smiled, their smiles radiant.

On the other side, Sha Wujing stared straight ahead without glancing sideways.

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"Something happened!"

"Something big happened!"

The Western gods and demons walked about like a flock of startled ducks, emitting "ga-ga-ga" cries.

They had not suffered any attack, nor had there been large-scale deaths.

Yet, because of a single piece of news, they were on high alert as if facing a great enemy.

This news is very simple: the Dragon King's Vessel has set sail and is now heading for North America.

What kind of ship is the Dragon King's Vessel? It sounds rather chuunibyou-ish.

The Dragon King's Vessel has such a chuunibyou-ish name because its former owner was known as the Dragon King.

After the Dragon King disappeared during a mission, the Dragon King's Vessel changed owners.

There were still some twists and turns; Western gods and demons who knew of it, such as former members of the Divine Alliance, were unwilling to speak of the past.

In short, the new owner of the Dragon King's Vessel is called Tang Luo, Tang Xuanzang.

The name Tang Luo, Xuanzang is his dharma name, not a character mistakenly believed by half-educated Sinophiles; he is a monk, a renunciant.

But he has no compassionate heart—he is a demonic monk!

A very powerful demonic monk!

His battle record needs no elaboration; suffice it to say that the former Divine Alliance perished because of him, the God King Zeus and the Twelve Major Gods nearly all fell by his hand, and the God King Odin's complete retreat into seclusion is enough proof.

Now, he has come.

The Dragon King's Vessel, which has always operated only in Chinese waters, is now heading for North America.

"What's going on?"

"What does he want to do?!"

Tang Luo's sudden move has made the Western gods and demons very uneasy—not all of them, not every god and demon knows Tang Luo's deeds or can discern the Dragon King's Vessel's route, although the vessel no longer hides much since Tang Luo took over.

After the Divine Alliance's collapse, many gods and demons conducted a frantic investigation into Tang Luo.

They wished to dig up his clan's eighteen generations.

All the way up to the Chinese Gods and Demons Assembly.

Among the Western gods and demons, the elite basically concluded: this is a "Buddhist-style" demonic monk.

He is a recluse, a true great hermit hidden in the world.

Unlike Chijing Daoist or Jiang Shang, who live in isolation, nor like Odin or Zeus, who appear detached from worldly affairs but actually lead extravagant lives while secretly controlling their powers,

Xuanzang the demonic monk often lives like an ordinary person.

If one disregards his overwhelming, utterly irresistible strength, he truly does not count as a dangerous figure.

To put it humbly, Xuanzang the demonic monk has no interest whatsoever in the Western gods and demons.

He is like a towering mountain, standing there.

Which fool, with a screwed-up head, would charge headfirst into it and knock himself dead?

The former Divine Alliance was just such a fool.

Now, among the Western gods and demons, there are no such fools left.

Those who know are not foolish; the ignorant newborn calves lack the ability to reach into China.

If you can learn about Xuanzang the demonic monk's deeds, then congratulations—you have crossed the threshold and entered the circle of veterans.

Now, a group of veterans are dumbfounded.

Why, that mountain has clearly stood still all this time—now it has moved.

What should we do?

Has Xuanzang the demonic monk suddenly changed his usual Buddhist-style attitude and plans to exterminate the Western gods and demons?

If so, the catastrophe of heaven's collapse has descended—what should they do?

Anxious and fearful emotions spread wildly within a certain range.

So, is Tang Luo suddenly taking the Dragon King's Vessel to North America to exterminate the Western gods and demons?

Of course not—he is going to duel, no, he is going to practice this mocking skill.

Although the mocking skill is level three, it still has some distance to go before full integration.

Practicing with one's own people—how to put it? The effect always falls just a bit short.

Outside China, nearby gods and demons, such as those from Sakurajima, are few in number and extremely well-behaved, hiding their identities in various ways.

They are even more hidden than what Tang Luo calls "the great hermit hidden in the world."

Unless they are inherently not ordinary people, their whereabouts are somewhat easier to track.

Tang Luo casually found a few people to practice the skill on; their performance was actually not much different from Ao Yulie's first time.

He let Ao Yulie loudly curse the sycophants: "How can there be such shameless people in the world?!"

"What kind of bond do I share with my master to recover so quickly? What right do you lot have?"

"Is that thigh something you can get within three meters of?"

In short, the most suitable place to practice the skill is outside.

After the restrictions on the God and Demon Game were relaxed, the gods and demons of the West began to slowly gather, using various means to "establish" several cities belonging to them in places like America and Europe.

At least half of the Western gods and demons gathered in these cities.

This provided great convenience for Tang Luo to practice his mocking skill.

"Don't panic, don't panic, what if he's just here for tourism?" someone suggested constructively.

"Tourism?"

"Yeah, look, he entered through completely normal channels, didn't fly over, even got his passport and visa sorted..."

To be honest, if it weren't for these complete documents, Tang Luo flying directly here would have left these gods and demons completely unaware.

So, do these official procedures and channels hint at something?

The officer, Kong Ming, said, "Exactly, we're just releasing goodwill: 'Young man, don't worry, the master is just going to lane, uh, I mean practice skills, you won't die. It's true, hehehe..."

The honest man, Sha Wujing, said, at that time this Mr. Kong, who could join the Buddhist order without shaving his head, laughed like a villain.