We bear people have power

"How could the Great Sage Equal to Heaven alter the Book of Life and Death?"

Guan Bo's words were a direct attack on his weakness, but Hei Wuchang wasn't angry. He spread his hands and said, "What can I do? If the Great Sage wants to change, I can't do anything about it."

White Impermanence chimed in, "That's right."

Hearing this, Guan Bo couldn't help but think to himself, "These two have really good tempers."

But then Black Impermanence changed the subject and said to Guan Bo, "If you want to learn from the Great Sage, you'll have to have his skills. If you want to settle scores, let me see what you're capable of."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the mourning stick slammed down on the ground, unleashing a series of ghostly wails that made Guan Bo feel annoyed.

Seeing this, Gongsun Jing and the others naturally couldn't stand idly by.

Arriving beside Guan Bo, the flying sword was already drawn, and Xiong Shan Jun also transformed into his original form, brandishing his claws at the Black and White Impermanence.

"Oh, a group fight, huh?" Black Impermanence chuckled, and his mourning staff lashed out at Guan Bo.

It came on with the force of an avalanche, and as swift as a shooting star.

At that speed, Guan Bo had no way to avoid it. He could only transform into his original form to protect everyone and then withstand the attack alone.

Demonic power flowed into the robe, and the golden Sanskrit characters shone brightly, as if a piece of darkness had been carved away.

The mourning staff struck the golden light with a dull thud. Guan Bo didn't feel much force, but the shockwave seemed to strike directly at his soul; everyone who heard it felt dizzy and unsteady on their feet.

These underworld ghost messengers are in charge of seizing souls, so all their methods are naturally aimed at the soul. This mourning stick is not much stronger than an ordinary iron rod when smashing a stone, but when it falls on a living being, it is comparable to a divine artifact, capable of capturing a person's soul.

Unless one is like the Monkey King, who has refined his entire body into an indestructible form, with his soul and spirit perfectly integrated, everyone will be subject to the restraint of this mourning staff.

It is this ability to strike straight to the soul that gives them the formidable reputation of Black and White Impermanence; otherwise, how could they be ranked among the Ten Great Underworld Marshals?

These ordinary demon cultivators, without a treasure capable of protecting their souls, would certainly be no match for the Black and White Impermanence. As for counterattacks, the ghost messengers' ethereal bodies were further enhanced by the divine position granted by the Underworld's talisman, rendering ordinary magical artifacts almost ineffective.

Gongsun Jing's Silver Dragon Sword and Lingxiu's Azure Dragon Sword sliced ​​through Hei Wuchang's body without leaving a trace. Xiong Shanjun was even more helpless; he swung his bear paw, but couldn't even touch the ghost messengers.

Black Impermanence, having landed a successful blow, did not press his advantage. Instead, he ordered his ghost messengers to surround and capture everyone. Just as everyone felt helpless, it was White Child, the demon formed from corpses, who revealed his true abilities.

She pulled a bone from her toe, which turned into powder in the wind and settled on the ghost messengers. The originally ethereal ghost messengers were now covered in a layer of gray, and Guan Bo noticed that their bodies became heavy, even trampling down the grass on the road.

Baiwa'er's bone magic actually made the ghost messengers materialize!

"Old Bear, fire at the gray one!" Guan Bo shouted.

Without hesitation, Xiong Shan Jun unleashed another attack with his bear paw, sweeping away the several ghost messengers stained with ashes. However, this demon was quite shrewd; it only repelled them without causing any serious injury.

As someone from the underworld, even though his master wanted to cause trouble, Xiong Shanjun was unwilling to take on this heavy responsibility. It's always best to leave room for maneuver, so that you can meet again in the future. These days, you might not see someone for a hundred years, but you might see them again for a thousand. You have to go to the underworld eventually; if you offend the underworld officials to the point of death, you might not even be able to reincarnate into the animal realm, and would be directly cast into hell to suffer.

Even though he knew this guy was just going through the motions, Guan Bo didn't have time to care, because Black Impermanence's mourning staff was flying up again.

Seeing the mourning stick rise again, Guan Bo knew that continuing to resist would be futile, so he changed his mind and released a golden light from his body.

Having suffered a loss at the hands of the Giant Spirit God, the innate divine power was unleashed once more, instantly enveloping all the ghost messengers within it.

This time, Guan Bo ran into a grieving stick on his own, and it was his head that did it.

With a whoosh, Guan Bo felt completely dizzy and disoriented, even after he had used his innate supernatural power to transfer most of the power away. The ghost messengers fared even worse, collapsing in large numbers instantly. Even the Black and White Impermanence swayed and some lost their footing.

"What kind of magic is this?!" Black Impermanence calmed himself down, so frightened that he stopped stuttering.

Although Bai Wuchang was also a little confused, he remained expressionless and simply said, "Supernatural powers."

"Huh, Lao Xie, you're saying this is a... innate supernatural power?" Black Impermanence composed himself, and the stutterer returned.

Old Xie refers to Bai Wuchang, whose real name is Xie Bi'an, while Hei Wuchang is called Fan Wujiu.

The White Impermanence didn't speak, he just nodded.

Black Impermanence's face crumpled in disbelief. He had never seen such an outrageous innate ability. How could it possibly reflect an attack that struck straight at the soul? Black Impermanence had misunderstood. Guan Bo's innate ability was not to reflect mental attacks, but rather to share sensory experiences.

A clapperboard can allow others to empathize with you, and it can also temporarily block out your own senses.

However, the power of this mourning staff was too great, and the shielding effect could not completely prevent it, so one would inevitably feel dizzy. But the ghost messengers were in big trouble. Although this kind of sensory sharing would not actually damage their souls, the feeling of being struck directly at their souls was no less intense.

Against any other opponent, Guan Bo's innate abilities wouldn't be so effective, but against the ghost messengers, it was like a double critical hit plus true damage.

These ghost messengers were all ghosts themselves, and they had experienced the wailing stick before. Although there was no real harm done, the familiar feeling alone was enough to frighten them into not daring to go any further.

Even the Black and White Impermanence had never seen such an unreasonable supernatural power; the Mourning Staff actually dealt them ninety percent of its power. It seemed that no amount of magic or technique could withstand the effects of this innate supernatural power.

Guan Bo instantly turned into a giant hedgehog; hitting him would only result in him getting pricked and bleeding.

Helpless, Black Impermanence waved his hand, summoning back the hesitant ghost messengers. Several halos of light flew from the mourning staff, enveloping the ghost messengers and dispersing the ashes. With another wave, the ghost messengers flew into the air, far away from the range of Guan Bo's innate supernatural power.

"You demon, you do have some tricks up your sleeve. I see you have profound Buddhist skills, could you perhaps be a spirit beast under some Bodhisattva?" Black Impermanence asked.

It wasn't that they were truly afraid of Guan Bo, but rather that they were afraid this monster might have some kind of background.

The two ghost messengers, Black and White Impermanence, are most afraid of all sorts of privileged individuals. In all these years in the underworld, even the Great Sage Equaling Heaven isn't the one who altered the Book of Life and Death the most. On the contrary, it's not uncommon for various powerful figures to lend a note to someone, adding a bit of lifespan or blessings.

The Black and White Impermanence naturally wanted to find out the details, lest they go through all the trouble of bringing the soul back only to have it sent back by a decree from the King of Hell, which would be a waste of their efforts.

Hearing that Black Impermanence was somewhat willing to back down, Guan Bo wanted to give him a way out, so he said, "Well, I don't have much to do with the Bodhisattva, but my brother is cultivating on Luojia Mountain."

Upon hearing this, the Black and White Impermanence understood.

Black Impermanence clapped his hands and said, "So, you're the younger brother of the mountain-guarding deity, the Black Bear Spirit!"

Thinking that since they were all from the same Buddhist lineage, he believed that even Yama, the King of Hell, would give face to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva would naturally give face to Guanyin Bodhisattva, thus saving face for everyone. Maintaining harmony without causing conflict is an essential work skill for several levels of civil servants.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Black Impermanence sensed something was amiss and questioned, "I was trying to reason with you, but you lied to me! How can you, a panda spirit, be brothers with Black Bear?"

Guan Bo (￣▽￣“)

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