Yinshan Record

Chapter 148 Hellish Transformation
The Chaotic Demon turned to ashes in the Yin Fire. Su Che secretly lamented that it was a pity. If the Xuan Snake had swallowed it, it would have increased his magical power.

He was just one step away from reaching the sixth rank. If he could devour a few ghost cultivators, he could use their yin energy to enhance his own magical power.

Su Che now only hopes that Sikong Tu will send some decent subordinates as soon as possible. It would be better if he sent a bunch of useless ghosts to their deaths.

The ghostly fire soared, and the ghosts howled in agony. What ghost cultivators fear most are thunder and fire. The Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire, cultivated by the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual, is exceptionally domineering and spreads its flames layer by layer along the ghosts.

The wave of ghost soldiers brought out by the Chaotic-Eyed Ghost was instantly burned through, and layers of purple fire turned into a wave of fire, forcing the two ghost generals, Niu and Feng, to stop and remain stationary.

The scholar-ghost, standing under the banner, saw this scene and secretly felt ashamed.

Since they possess such domineering supernatural powers, they can no longer win by sheer numbers. Even if they had a million ghost soldiers, they would just be left to burn for fun.

As for himself and the other three ghost generals, they were not quite up to par.

The only solution now is to ask Sikong Tu for help.

He turned to look at the bronze chariot in the distance behind him, secretly cursing Sikong Tu's ancestors.

Others may not know, but he knows very well that his boss is outwardly lenient but inwardly suspicious.

Today, I've been tricked by a demon here, and I'll inevitably face retribution in the future.

While he was hesitating whether to send out the genuine "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" to try, or to directly ask Sikong Tu to take action.

Su Che, however, made a move.

Young Master Su was not one to be trifled with. Having witnessed the skill level of these ghost generals, Su Che regarded them as a tonic.

Where are those layers of ghost soldiers beneath the surrounding banners? They are all aids to one's own cultivation.

Su Che soared into the air, the Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire transforming into a layer of fire waves to protect his body, and the Xuan Snake formed from the Yin Heaven Secret Talisman opened its blood-red maw, reaching into the ghost mist to devour it.

With a single breath, he swallowed dozens of ghost soldiers and refined them into pure Yin energy to aid his cultivation.

The surge of Yin energy caused the Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire of the Zhou Jue Yin Heaven Secret Manual to become even more intense, and Su San Gongzi unleashed his full power, cutting straight through the horde of ghosts.

The two ghost generals, Niu and Feng, panicked and hurriedly ordered their men to retreat, for this fellow had killed their elite troops.

In an instant, the banners and flags were thrown into disarray, and the ghosts hidden in the dark mist revealed themselves and fled in all directions.

Su Che focused his mind and sensed the surroundings, following the yin energy forward, specifically targeting and fighting fierce and malevolent ghosts.

Before long, they saw a scholar-like evil spirit in the distance, holding a small flag and giving orders. They wondered if this fellow was Sikong Tu.

If he wanted to fight Sikong Tu, he should wait until he reached the sixth rank. With the reputation of the Six Ghost Generals already established, Su Che changed his approach.

His change of allegiance was like a pardon for the scholar ghost general, but it was a disaster for the two ghost generals, Niu and Feng, because Su Che was coming straight for them.

Sikong Tu watched from behind. The two ghost generals dared not retreat directly. They could only curse the scholar ghost general in their hearts for not sending out eight hundred Dharmas, while leading their troops to grit their teeth and confront the enemy.

Lu Bai and Taigong Chong hid behind the two-faced ghost generals, watching Su Che's side charge into battle.

"Your young master Zuo is quite the fierce fellow."

Taigong Chong was still in awe, but Lu Bai was speechless.

Everyone in the Imperial Guards said that this Su Lixing was a beautiful but useless embroidered Tai Sui, like an iron fan.

Those people should really be called over to take a good look.

Lu Bai thought to himself that if he were to catch ghosts in the future, he would still need to ask Su Lixing for help.

"Grandma, is it that Young Master Su is too amazing, or is your Yin-Yang Realm full of cowards?"

“With such potent Yin Fire, the abscess will fester.” Taigong Chong frowned. “Why hasn’t Sikong Tu made a move yet?” “Hmm? I will pass on your words to my young master, old lady.”

Lu Bai said very solemnly.

"That's not interesting. What I mean is, aren't you curious? Your young master is fighting all he wants, but Sikong Tu hasn't made a single move."

"If even you, old ghost, don't know, how would I know?"

As the two were talking, a mournful horn sounded.

The ghosts immediately fell over the banners, and the ghostly mist quickly dissipated into the distance.

"Ugh."

Taigong Chong frowned.

"Grandma, what does this mean? They're just leaving like this?"

Taigong Chong was even more puzzled than Lu Bai.

The horn's sound was mournful yet could shake one's very soul. Taigong Chong heard it clearly; it was Sikong Tu blowing the horn, ordering the ghosts to retreat.

"No, no."

Taigong Chong shook his head repeatedly.

"Sikong Tu, that old devil, looks kind and generous, but he's narrow-minded inside. Among the six ghost commanders, he's the least willing to swallow his pride. He'll be fine if he gains an advantage, but he'll never let go of a loss."

Taigong Chong had just finished speaking.

Above the receding tide of ghosts, four more banners slowly descended from the sky, each resembling the size of a small mountain.

The first page depicts a scene of immortals gathering, with flowing robes, flowers everywhere, and countless celestial beings dressed in magnificent robes, riding auspicious beasts, riding on auspicious clouds, or riding in palanquins, all paying homage to the immortals.

The second side depicts a magnificent scene of a coffin, with nine fundamental Buddha lights appearing behind the head of an ancient Buddha. On the left and right are bodhisattvas, arhats, once-returners, and other great beings who have attained the fruit of enlightenment. Below him are countless human and celestial protectors who worship him. He points one finger to the sky and one finger to the earth, as if expounding the fundamental Dharma and the supreme teachings.

The third side is too painful to look at closely. It depicts a palace standing in the void, within which countless alluring witches, some barely clothed, some completely naked, sway gracefully, their reflections shimmering in the mirror. Above this palace, a gloomy demonic face faintly appears, coldly surveying all living beings.

The fourth side depicts countless hellish demons and gods, boiling oil cauldrons, ice as cold as knives, fire bulls trampling people, fire dogs devouring bodies, and countless sinners wearing clothes on iron trees, each being tortured. All kinds of hellish tortures are clearly revealed.

"What is this?"

Lu Bai's hands and feet went numb as he looked at the four pictures. They were clearly some kind of earth-shattering magic weapon or some kind of extraordinary supernatural power.

Taigong swallowed hard and said in a low voice.

"This is Sikong Tu's trump card, called the Hell Transformation Diagram."

"Is it great?"

"How can the word 'powerful' be used to describe what the Dharma King bestowed upon Sikong Tu?"

"These four paintings, if they remain still, will be harmless, but if they move, they will unleash countless magical attacks. If you try to enter the painting of immortals worshipping the Dao, countless immortals will use mystical methods to deal with you. If you enter the painting of the ancient Buddha preaching the sutra, you will have to deal with the ancient Buddha that has manifested and his countless disciples and followers. As for the painting of hell and ghosts, let's not even talk about it, half of the power of this painting is in that painting."

Taigong Chong shook his head and sighed.

"If this were outside this realm, this treasure could determine the outcome of a battle between fifth-rank cultivators. Within this Yin-Yang Realm, with the support of countless ghost soldiers, even an ordinary fourth-rank cultivator would perish."

"Grandma, why didn't you tell me about the other picture?"

"What am I going to say? We can't get out of here anyway, so let's go into that picture and have some fun first."

(End of this chapter)