A master of comedy!

On the altar, the people were shocked to see flames suddenly rise from the Heavenly Venerable's body, their eyes filled with worry.

Meanwhile, the lurking assassins and spies secretly smirked, their eyes flashing with anticipation.

After reaching the Earth Immortal Realm, the difficulty of each tribulation increases significantly. The Yin Fire Tribulation is particularly notorious for its strangeness, and throughout history, many peerless figures with extraordinary cultivation have failed at this hurdle.

In their view, Zhou Sheng's choice to undergo his tribulation in full view of everyone was undoubtedly too presumptuous.

Even if you manage to overcome the tribulation, you'll probably be seriously injured. That will be their best opportunity to strike.

However, things took an unexpected turn.

Instead of spreading and burning Zhou Sheng's body to ashes after rising from the Yongquan acupoint, the Yin Fire exploded with a loud bang, spewing out from the pores all over his body.

In an instant, a golden sea of ​​fire appeared on the altar, and from within the sea of ​​fire, the gilded dragon and phoenix carvings suddenly let out a cry and actually soared into the sky.

Dragon's roar and phoenix's cry!

It's as if the raging fire has refined pure gold, endowing it with the miraculous power of rebirth.

The people below the stage cheered loudly at this scene, their gazes becoming even more fervent and adoring.

Surrounded by dragons and phoenixes, this signifies that the Heavenly Venerable's Fengshan ceremony has received a response from Heaven!
After circling once, the dragon and phoenix flew back to the altar and turned into motionless sculptures.

The terrifying yin fire gradually contracted, flowing like a dragon between Zhou Sheng's fingers, and finally disappeared into his nose.

He quietly closed his eyes. Not only was his body burned, but even his blue robe remained untouched by the heat, fluttering in the wind with an air of effortless elegance and composure.

At this moment, his skin was as white as jade, every strand of hair shone with brilliance, and he exuded a divine aura from head to toe that was as serene as crystal and untouched by dust.

It seemed as if a complete breakthrough was imminent, and the mission was about to be accomplished.

The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest ripple, as if this was not the Yin Fire Tribulation that made countless powerful beings tremble with fear, but rather an autumn rain or a wisp of cold wind.

Finally, at that moment, the lurking assassins couldn't resist making their move.

"Fang Wei, a cultivator from the Jiangyin Sect, is here! You traitor Zhou, return my master's life!"

"The Taoist priest of the Rebirth Temple has come to avenge the blood feud of my entire family!"

"When the great demon arises, all things are in chaos. Even if it costs me my old bones, I will destroy your breakthrough!"

"Attack together! This is our last chance!"

……

Countless shouts of battle rang out, followed by streaks of light flying out from the crowd, heading straight for Zhou Sheng, their eyes bloodshot and filled with boundless hatred.

China has carried out a series of sweeping reforms, which will inevitably harm the interests of many people, such as those evil cultivation sects and old sects that are unwilling to cooperate.

To this, Zhou Sheng had only one word: Kill!

With unparalleled power, he forcefully suppressed all who resisted, and wiped out countless evil cultivators hiding in the deep mountains and forests who were harming people. Many old demons who once shook the world died at his hands.

Slaughter until heads rolled and blood flowed like rivers.

Because it was the Jiazi year, it was also called the Jiazi Demon Slayer, whose ferocity and power even surpassed that of Zhang Sanfeng in his time.

Most of the people who came to assassinate me today are survivors of the Jiazi Demon Extermination Campaign. They are burdened with deep-seated hatred and have been diligently training. They have come here today only to seek revenge.

Of course, with so many people gathered here, there must be an invisible hand quietly organizing and planning behind the scenes.

However, Jinse and the others were prepared. The moment they made their move, the sound of the zither rang out like a silver bottle suddenly breaking, clanging and resounding, causing many cultivators with shallow cultivation to explode and die instantly.

Even those with profound cultivation felt as if they had been struck a heavy blow, their eardrums bleeding. Yet, they held their breath, willing to burn their life essence, determined to prevent Zhou Sheng from successfully breaking through to the next realm.

The one with the highest cultivation level among them was an old woman with white hair, the former sect leader of the Ghost King Sect. Her only offspring, who is now the current sect leader of the Ghost King Sect, was burned to ashes along with hundreds of disciples of the Ghost King Sect by Zhou Sheng's true fire.

Upon hearing the devastating news, she vomited three liters of blood after emerging from seclusion, vowing that she would not rest in peace until she killed Zhou.

Unfortunately, she couldn't even get close to Zhou Sheng.

Despite her cultivation at the Third Tribulation level, she couldn't even withstand three blows from Yu Zhensheng, who was at the Earth Immortal realm, before being beheaded by the Crescent Moon Blade.

However, her head did not die after it fell off; instead, it flew away into the distance.

Yu Zhensheng opened his third eye between his eyebrows, shooting out a beam of golden light that instantly pierced through the old man's head.

Pfft!
The head rolled off, but it did not die with its eyes open, because its eyes had been pierced and disappeared, and the area from its brow to its nose was charred black.

In an instant, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But at that moment, a ripple appeared in the void, accompanied by the sound of chanting and golden light. Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Zhou Sheng, dressed in a tattered kasaya, looking travel-worn, as if he had traversed the Three Mountains and Five Peaks and the Four Seas and Eight Deserts in his straw sandals.

Zen patriarch, Prajna monk!
In the Battle of Luoyang, Tongtian Daoren died tragically at the hands of Zhou Sheng, but this Prajna monk shone brightly, and though defeated, he was still honorable.

He single-handedly fought against Yu Zhensheng, a cultivator at the Earth Immortal Realm, and Yu Tianheng, a cultivator at the peak of the Human Immortal Realm, holding his own against both opponents and finally retreating with composure.

After that, the monk Prajna seemed to have disappeared without a trace until today when he reappeared to carry out the assassination.

Just then, Zhou Sheng opened his eyes.

The sun's reflection shifted in his eyes, revealing a slight hint of surprise.

He sensed that a powerful expert at the Earth Immortal Realm was hiding nearby, but he didn't expect it to be Prajna. Moreover, Prajna's condition... seemed a little strange.
In the past, Prajna possessed a strong sense of compassion and empathy, but now that quality has vanished, and her wise and insightful eyes, weathered by time, have become somewhat dull.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He smiled faintly, then clasped his hands together. In an instant, a dazzling Buddhist light emanated from his body, like a great sun rising from the sky.

The golden body of Ksitigarbha, the lapis lazuli golden body of Bhaisajyaguru, and many other Buddhist esoteric arts were activated simultaneously, and the supernatural powers of the Suanni (a mythical lion-like creature) manifesting the divine abilities of all Buddhas were also employed.

Prajna shuddered, and a ripple appeared in her dull eyes.

What he saw was no longer Zhou Sheng, but a magnificent golden body of the Great Sun Tathagata!

The Buddha lowered his eyes and unleashed a giant, god-like hand, which crashed down with a deafening roar.

Prajna instinctively resisted, trying to support the Buddha's hand with her golden body, but after trembling, the golden body cracked inch by inch, and pale golden Arhat blood splattered.

However, at the last moment of her life, Prajna suddenly became lucid as if in a final burst of energy. Her dull eyes once again revealed compassion. She put her hands together in gratitude and recited a Buddhist chant to Zhou Sheng.

"Amitabha."

The Buddha's hand fell and transformed into a small mountain, while the monk who was once hailed as the successor of Ji Gong and the living Buddha of the time perished completely, turning into a wisp of golden dust at the foot of the mountain.

At the peak of the Fifth Tribulation Realm, he couldn't even last a single round against Zhou Sheng, who was at the Seventh Tribulation Realm.

Of course, this is also related to the abnormal state of Prajna.

A streak of light flew over and landed between Zhou Sheng's fingers. It was a wisp of divine consciousness that the Prajna Monk had separated with his last bit of magical power, which recorded the truth behind the scenes.

...(End of this chapter)