Chapter 257: The Lion is Fearless, the Yuanling Shows Its Power

Chapter 257: The Lion is Fearless, the Yuanling Shows Its Power

Chapter 257: The Lion is Fearless, the Yuanling Shows Its Power (Seeking Votes at the Beginning of the Month~)

"Roar--"

A lion's roar echoed throughout the white jade jungle.

Then, the earth shook and the mountains and stone pagodas were all shaking. But at this time, the scriptures on the stone mountain began to shine again, connecting all the stone bricks into a whole. Although the mountain was shaking, it did not collapse.

However, as the noise grew louder and louder, it seemed that Shishan could not hold on for much longer.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

Loud shouts from Xuanmen disciples were heard outside.

"where?"

"Where is the enemy?"

Someone responded.

"Where is there anyone?"

"Is it the earth dragon turning over?"

Some people are guessing.

"Hey! Where is the devil escaping to!"

"Ah! The demons are coming out! They're trying to run!"

“Ah, Jindan!”

"It's the old monk Jingshi!"

someone screamed.

"Stop him! Stop him now! Don't let him get away!"

"Be careful!"

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

"It's over, rocks are starting to fall from the mountain here!"

"..."

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

"boom--"

There was another louder bang.

Cheng Xinzhan saw that the huge stones on the ground seemed to be hit hard by something underground, and spider-web-like cracks appeared in response. At this time, the scriptures engraved on the inner wall of the stone temple became more and more dazzling.

"boom--!"

Then there was another one, and this time, the bricks and stones on the ground of the mountain temple completely broke and shattered, and scattered everywhere. After the bricks and stones collapsed, you could directly see the ground. There were cracks on the ground, and it was unknown how deep they were. White light was emitting from the cracks.

The floor tiles with the tiger's origin carved on them have been broken.

The last jungle abbot who knew the origin of the tiger, Master Hanshan, has died.

This is a tiger!
Cheng Xinzhan stared at the ground, then he suddenly shouted,

“Huqing! Yunyan! There is a golden elixir monster under my tower. It is the one causing trouble! I will deal with the monster. You don’t have to worry about it. Go stabilize the stone mountain and stop the demon monk!”

After a breath or two, there was a response from Hu Qing San Ren and Wu Mei outside.
"it is good!"

"Be careful!"

After stabilizing the situation outside, Cheng Xinzhan looked at the shaking stone mountain again, and thought that instead of letting the mountain monster toss around underground and cause trouble elsewhere, it would be better to release it and have a good talk with it in the tower.

Then he made a hand gesture and said,
"Emperor Yinghuo, the falling fire and flying stars, fall!"

Suddenly, a cloud of fire rose from the tower, and countless meteors as big as stone pillars appeared and smashed to the ground, completely melting the bricks engraved with the origin of the tiger. The meteors bombarded the ground, but did not damage the stone walls of the mountain temple at all.

"Roar--"

Another clearer lion roar came from underground, full of anger.

The next moment, dust flew, rocks scattered, and a huge monster rushed out from the ground, bathed in fire and flying stars, and rushed straight towards Cheng Xinzhan.

At this moment, Cheng Xinzhan finally saw the true face of this Lion Mountain Lord.

This was a male lion as big as a buffalo, with hair of only two colors. The mane around his neck, the hair on his tail, and the hair on his four hooves were all fluffy and flying like flames, but the color was such a bright dark green, a color that was hard to describe, as bright as the green grass in the water, and as deep as the green pine after the rain.

Apart from these three places, the lion's body is pure white, like the snow on the top of a mountain that has accumulated for tens of millions of years, without a trace of other colors.

It is rare to see green and white fur alternating between colors. Such a strong color contrast on a majestic lion does not seem abrupt at all, but instead has a unique sense of sacredness and peace.

If you look at it quietly, it looks like a pine forest after the snow; if you look at it moving, it looks like a spring river with melting ice.

The lion rushed towards Cheng Xinzhan with all four hooves in the air, its teeth and claws bared, and its eyes wide open.

The claws and teeth of the snow lion are as white as white jade, pure and smooth, but its mouth and tongue are made of flesh and blood. The pupils of the lion's eyes are golden, surrounded by indigo irises, radiating a brilliant light.

Cheng Xinzhan looked a little surprised, because the records said that when the snow lion appeared, it was as big as a small mountain, twenty or thirty feet high, and it was extremely powerful. But now it has become so small. After thousands of years of imprisonment and suppression, no one knows how much energy it has lost.

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

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

However, it was useless for him to shout this. The lion's intelligence was not very high to begin with. After its veins were cut off and the mountain was destroyed, it was imprisoned underground for thousands of years. Now that it was freed, it was not going to listen to what Cheng Xinzhan said. It only wanted to destroy everything it saw.

However, Cheng Xinzhan had anticipated and prepared for this. He made a sword gesture with his hands and said softly,
"Clouds lock thousands of peaks."

Thus, the Youdu flying sword, which was originally a ball of red and purple sword energy, suddenly broke into thousands of sword threads. The gorgeous and dazzling sword energy was like a violent storm sweeping up the colorful fallen flowers and rushed towards the snow lion.

If Ye Yuanjing or Zhou Qingyun saw this scene, they would probably be shocked. They knew best how difficult this sword technique was to practice. Even under Ye Yuanjing's careful guidance, Zhou Qingyun, with her talent, was still unable to perform it skillfully.

Cheng Xinzhan had only obtained the Taiyi Spectral Sword Technique not long ago. Logically speaking, no matter how extraordinary his talent was, even if he had already mastered the Spectral Sword Technique, it was impossible for him to perform a move like "Cloud Locking Thousand Peaks" now.

However, transforming into a cicada and spending seventeen years in the dark underground was enough for Cheng Xinzhan to evolve the Taiyi Fenguang Sword Technique countless times. With his spiritual power and outstanding understanding in visualization, since he had mastered it in his head, it would not be much different for him to master it.

At this moment, he pointed his sword and thousands of colorful sword threads rushed towards the snow lion.

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

"Roar--"

This lion roar, with magical power, was louder than any previous sound, rippling the void, and at the same time, wind and snow poured out of the lion's mouth, blowing towards the sword thread. The snow lion is indeed a rare mountain king in the world, severely injured by the destruction of the mountain and suppressed for thousands of years, but at this moment, with only one magical power, it actually directly resolved Cheng Xinzhan's split light sword technique.

But the snow lion was a little more sober at this moment.

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

But how could Cheng Xinzhan let him vent his anger like this? This mountain is located in the middle of the White Jade Forest. If the mountain collapses, the entire jungle will collapse and the Jinsha River will be completely cut off.

"Zhao!"

He circulated the Yangming Yuntang Qi and performed the "Great Sun Light Mantra".

The next moment, the mountain was brightly lit, as if the sun was inside the mountain.

The snow lion's eyes were blinded by the sudden strong light and it screamed in pain. Its ferocity was aroused, and it stepped into the air, changed direction, and pounced on Cheng Xinzhan again.

"town!"

Cheng Xinzhan chanted a spell, and the vast and unending shadow of Bailongqi Mountain appeared in the stone temple. The snow-capped peaks, mountain pines, the big river, and even the rhododendrons and snow lotus were all clearly visible.

After his spirit had been tempered by the thunder tribulation, the scene was completely different when he cast these spells.

Although the virtual image of Bailongqi Mountain is not as tall as the real snow mountain, its majestic and towering momentum that stretches from east to west is there.

It’s just that the mountain king is a lion monster born in the snow mountain, and has been pressed by the rocks for thousands of years. Now seeing the snow mountain falling, it is not afraid at all. Instead of retreating, it advances and rushes up to the mountain.

"Boom!"

It was like the roar of thunder in the sky, as if the ground was sinking and the mountain was collapsing. The shadow of the mountain and the mountain king were facing each other head-on, one trying to cover the earth, the other trying to lift the restraints. As soon as they came into contact, a bright light burst out, and the aftermath of magic power splashed in all directions, turning into thousands of golden snakes dancing in the sky.

Cheng Xinzhan naturally couldn't let the dancing golden snake hit the stone wall, so he changed his hand gestures and then chanted a spell.
"trap!"

He initially understood that this spell was used to trap people, it was the "Earth Trapping Spell", and he had used this spell to trap Li Yingqiong and capture the wood spirit.

Then, as his realm deepened and his understanding of [Yu] deepened, he discovered that the greatest power of this spell was to act on the void, which is the "Void Trapping Spell". He also used this spell to trap overseas demons and Cao Jin.

Now, Cheng Xinzhan's vision and realm have risen to a higher level, so the use of this mantra is no longer restricted by certain people.

At this moment, he shouted an order, and the surrounding magical light began to distort. Black light emerged in the void, as if a crack had appeared, trapping the aftermath of the magical power from the collision between Shanying and Shanjun.

But at the same time, the Lion Mountain King was not suppressed by the [Zhen] spell. Instead, he walked upwards against the shadows of the mountains, and the shadows of the mountains gradually became dim in the surging Dharma light.

Cheng Xinzhan also figured out the mountain lion's cultivation level through this. He himself was a high-grade golden elixir, and his magic power was much better than that of his peers, but he was forced to retreat by this monster in a fierce fight. It can be guessed that after being suppressed for a thousand years, in terms of magic power alone, this monster still has the cultivation level of three or four washes. Fortunately, this lion has few tricks and can only use magical powers and brute force.

Although the [Trap] spell was effective and surprising every time it was used, it also caused great loss to the soul and magic power. The same was true for the [Suppress] spell. At this moment, Cheng Xinzhan could feel that the magic power in his body was being rapidly depleted.

He knew he couldn't delay any longer. Firstly, the tiger's origins should not be disclosed. Secondly, the lion tiger was running rampant, but he had to stop and take care of the stone mountain at the same time. He had to fight quickly and decisively.

So, when the lion finally overturned the mountain and pounced on him again, he looked down from above, a golden light flashed in his left eye, and "Taodu" flew out and turned into a ball of golden invisible sword energy.

Cheng Xinzhan changed the spell in his hand into a sword spell and pointed it directly at the flying lion.

"Golden Threads!"

Immediately, "Taodu" also dispersed into thousands of sword threads, but unlike the purple wind and rain of "Youdu", each sword thread formed by "Taodu" was shining with golden light, dazzling and eye-catching, each one was as straight as a ruler and as thin as a hair, really like a ray of blazing midday sun.

This is the sword technique he created after imitating Ye Yuanjing's "Harmony with Light and Dust". The sword and light are combined, but it is more domineering.

At this time, "Taodu" turned into thousands of rays of golden sunlight, carrying the power of Yang Fire, and hidden in the bright energy of Yangming Yuntang Gang, shining towards Shishan Jun.

This move made the entire tower bright and uniform. The Lion Mountain King wanted to avoid its edge, but the sunlight shone down and exposed everything. Where could the lion hide?
The tiger wanted to repeat his old trick and roared like a lion to knock down the sword thread, but the "Taodu" sword thread was integrated with the light and fire in the sky, so it was not affected at all and pierced the tiger's body firmly.

"Roar--"

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

After one sword strike, the lion that had been imprisoned for a thousand years finally woke up.

"Shanjun, maybe you heard what I said?"

Cheng Xinzhan thought of the Tao with his primordial spirit.

The snow lion obviously understood. It stood in the void and looked up at Cheng Xinzhan with hatred and fear in its eyes, but it did not take any further action.

Cheng Xinzhan continued,

"Mr. Shan, thousands of years have passed since you were suppressed here. The group of evil monks who imprisoned you are now dead. Now, my sect has killed all the disciples of those evil monks, and we have also erased the scriptures from this stone mountain that suppressed you, so you can escape."

The tiger was skeptical when he heard this, but he could tell that the methods used by the people in front of him were indeed very different from those of the group of people who had suppressed him.

"Then get out of the way and let me leave!"

The mountain king finally responded to Cheng Xinzhan, and also replied with the thoughts of the primordial spirit.

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

"Shan Jun, let me make it clear to you that I am the only one who knows your origins, but there are still many people outside, all of whom are from the Shuzhong Xuanmen. I don't know if you have ever heard of the Shuzhong Xuanmen's prestige 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 king is not exposed, they will only regard you as a troublesome monster and kill you on the spot. If they know your identity as a mountain king, they will capture you and make you a spirit beast to guard the mountain gate. If you meet a cruel one, I'm afraid you will be captured and refined into a weapon, and you can only be a weapon spirit."

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

Cheng Xinzhan saw it and nodded secretly. Now that he knew, he could save himself the trouble of talking about it.

"I came here on a journey and made acquaintance with the Xuan Sect. Actually, I am from the Eastern Great Sect, and there are living mountain kings in my family. If you want to heal the injuries caused by the broken meridians and the destroyed mountains, and want to have the guidance of the seniors in the mountain king clan, and follow me for a while, and when we return to the mountain gate, I will ask the mountain king elders in my family to heal your injuries and teach you how to practice."

Cheng Xinzhan said sincerely.

"Humph, following you is just like being a mount. You are just like Xuanmen, but you just say it in a nicer way!"

The snow lion obviously didn't believe it. After saying this, it no longer paid attention to Cheng Xinzhan's spiritual voice transmission. After a loud roar, it pounced forward again.

Seeing that this monster would not listen to any good or bad words, Cheng Xinzhan had to resort to some tricks. He made the "Savior from Suffering, Breaking Prison and Rebirth Seal" with his hands, stepped on the ground with his feet, and chanted,
"The Yellow Spring is desolate, the abyss is vast;

Soul, come back, don’t cross the River of Oblivion!
The spirits in hell listen to the truth!

Taiyi's compassionate light leads the soul back,
The Heavenly Lord rides a lion to break through the netherworld,
The nine-headed roar opens the gate of life and death!
Hurry up and follow the command of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun, wake up! "

This was the spell for calling back souls and awakening spirits from the Taiyi Rescue Tradition. It was this spell that he had used to awaken Long Boyan in Tianshao Mountain. However, this time, he used it on Shishan Jun, whose spirit was intact.

This was certainly not because he used it wrong, because when he cast the spell, the shadow of the nine-headed green lion, the mount of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun, would appear in front of him, and the last two words "wake up" in the spell were accompanied by the roar of the nine heads of the green lion.

This green-maned snow lion mountain king is certainly an extraordinary lion god in the world, with a very high status, and is regarded as a auspicious spiritual beast by ancient Western Buddhism. However, no matter how high his status is, how can it be higher than the Nine Saints Yuanling of the Eastern Qinghua Heaven?
The Yuan Ling appeared, and the nine heads roared together. The snow lion saw the real lion spirit, the perfect state of all lion gods and goddesses in the world. It was immediately captured by the divine power, and its momentum was gone. Its magic power stagnated, and it fell from the sky, raising dust.

After the snow lion fell heavily to the ground, he still couldn't believe what he had just seen. He suppressed the trembling in his heart and tried to raise his head, wanting to take another look, but he saw that the holy shadow had disappeared, and the Taoist priest slowly flew down and stopped in front of him.

At this moment, the flying sword "Taodu" still maintained its sword-thread state, returned to Cheng Xinzhan's back, and surrounded him in a radial shape, as if thousands of divine lights were guarding him, making him look like a god descending to the earth. He lowered his eyes to look at the lion and said,
"The paths are different. The mount of a minor cultivator of the Xuanmen sect is a mount, and the mount of the Savior of Suffering Heaven is also a mount. How can the two be compared?"

(End of this chapter)