Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 119 Flying Skeleton
There were so many turmoil in the world in the past, and there was no home at the end of the river of forgetfulness.

Sensing that she was being watched, Ren Qinglian turned her head and saw the old woman standing under the Wangxiang stage.

Gray-haired, with a peaceful face.On the banks of the Wangchuan River, which is filled with sulfur and rot everywhere, it seems so out of place, but it makes people feel at ease for no reason.

Not far away, Meng Po was still serving bowls of soup to the ghosts who were about to be reincarnated. She had a strange aura that could make this messy scene orderly.

Ren Qinglian's eyes swept across the two Meng Po's, slightly surprised.

The identity of this Meng Po is obviously another mystery, but who is the other party and why does she stop to look at her.

At this moment, the surrounding water suddenly roared loudly, and the waves of Huangquan water in the sky overturned towards him.

Before she could think about it, Ren Qinglian let out a long roar, flipped her palms, and the shadows of the palms formed a light curtain to block the waves of the yellow spring water.

With a thought, the collapsed water waves began to condense into two water balls above his hands.

The boat under his feet was safe and sound, and continued to drift with the current.

It's just that the ferocious ghosts around were replaced by a huge skeleton monster with wings ready to fly.

Ren Qinglian's eyes sank slightly: "Did Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva send you here?"

"Now that you know, let's go to Mount Jiuhua with me!" The skeleton monster smiled strangely, and stretched out his hand to grab Ren Qinglian.

Ren Qinglian's eyes turned cold, and the two water polos in her hands exploded into the sky, rolling out a huge water wall of ten feet, and smashing down on the head of the skeleton monster with a frightening momentum!
The water of the Yellow Spring can dispel the bones and break the soul, with a powerful momentum.

The skeleton monster let out a low roar from its throat, kicked its feet vigorously, spread its bone wings on its back, and shot out countless bone arrows, smashing the water wall.

Ren Qinglian's gaze froze, and the mental poison descended on the skeleton monster's mind, making the flying skeleton's movements stagnate.

Taking advantage of this time, Ren Qinglian came out with the sword, Zhang Xu's blood flame seemed to ignite the entire long river, and the flames exploded, countless evil spirits and ghosts were used as fuel for the blood flame sword.

A sword came to the west, cutting off a pair of wings of the skeleton monster.

With a flash of fire, the bones of the skeleton monster were burned and roasted.

But at this moment, a sound of Buddhist Zen filled the air.

On the body of this skeleton monster, it seemed as if it had been repainted with blood-colored paint, and dense golden runes emerged. In an instant, the broken bone wings grew again, and the burned bones began to flicker faintly again. of waxy radiance.

In the silence, the "Nirvana Rebirth" skeleton monster walked towards Ren Qinglian with heavy steps.

On the long river, bang!boom!boom!The low footsteps seemed to step on Ren Qinglian's heartstrings.

"Roar!" The skeleton monster roared angrily, flapping its wings to billow the underworld, and whipping up the cold wind with its fists.

Every blow is like an earth-shattering, earth-shattering.

Ren Qinglian's sword energy shattered, subconsciously drawing the monstrous river to sweep away.

But as the fist of the skeleton monster fell, the water curtain shattered again.

Seeing that the skeleton monster is not afraid of blood flames, Ren Qinglian used the ice and cold flames, manipulated the water of the underworld to condense into several ice figures, and surrounded and suppressed the skeleton monster.

For a while, blood-yellow ice shards flew around, and many of them shot towards the distant Wangxiang Terrace.

The Meng Po who was standing by the river finally made a move.

With a step, a khaki light shot out.

In the midst of madness, the skeleton monster swung its fist at the ray of light.

With a bang, it exploded into countless khaki ripples.

These ripples merged into a huge net in mid-air, shining with thousands of dazzling black and yellow lights, tightly entangled the skeleton monster.

After a long time, the flying skeleton finally calmed down from the berserk state.

Finding out that it was Meng Po who made the move, she tightened her hands slightly and said, "I have seen the Venerable, this man is my master..."

Before she finished speaking, Meng Po suddenly said: "Since this person has come to Wangxiang Terrace, whether he is alive or dead, on the Niejing Terrace, he has his own decision, so he will not bother to hide the mage!"

Flying Skeleton was unwilling to do so, and saw that Granny Meng stretched out her hand, and the Wangchuan River under the Skeleton Monster's feet made a loud bang, the waves splashed, and a huge vortex formed impressively.

"My lord, you..."

The skeleton monster was horrified, and couldn't figure out why Granny Meng, who had never cared about worldly affairs, would make a move for a human boy today.

Halfway through the speech, he could no longer resist the growing suction force in the vortex, and with a muffled grunt, he was pulled into it.

The whole journey was turned upside down, and in an instant, the flying skeleton had returned to the No.18 hell, looking at the Jiuhua Mountain not far away, crying secretly, it goes without saying that he had to bite the bullet and go back to his life.

Ren Qinglian walked against the water, came to Granny Meng, and bowed to thank her: "Thank you for saving my life, Granny!"

After finishing speaking, he secretly glanced at the old woman who was distributing Mengpo soup to the ghosts in the distance.

"Don't think about it, she's just an incarnation I cut out of Meng Jiangnv's incident!" The Meng Po in front of me said, her figure changed a bit, and she has become a man wearing a shawl and a cross-collared shirt. Young woman in cloud-toe shoes.

"Houtu Empress..." Ren Qinglian had seen the statue of Houtu God enshrined in the temple. Although there were some differences in appearance, this dress could not be faked.

"This is not a place to talk, come with me." There seemed to be an irresistible force in the woman's voice, Ren Qinglian subconsciously nodded and followed.

A layer of white mist appeared on the Wangchuan River, but the two of them stepped on the river water and disappeared into the mist as if they were walking on flat ground.

Soon, Ren Qinglian noticed that the surrounding scenery had changed, and she had come to a fairyland where the sea of ​​clouds was billowing. The flowers and trees, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers were more fairy-like than any place he had seen in the fairy world.

"'Away from thousands of miles of smoke and dust, go up the Wangxiang Terrace.' If it is an ordinary person, the clouds under this cliff will disperse by themselves, allowing him to see his loved ones." Houtu said suddenly.

Ren Qinglian's heart tightened, and she thought: "Could it be that she discovered the fact that she came here through time travel?"

Just in the midst of surprise and suspicion, a hall of nine couplets has appeared in front of my eyes, with flying eaves and brackets, exquisite and warped.

Sitting on the alchemy in the hall is a woman wearing a crown, who is vaguely similar to the Empress Houtu in front of her.

Seeing Houtu bringing Ren Qinglian in, the woman suddenly opened her eyes, and said with a smile, "Why is your empress so free to come to my Peaceful Palace today?"

"Fellow Daoist, you are joking, Houtu is Pingxin, Pingxin is Houtu, you and I are one body!" Houtu Empress said.

It turned out that in the prehistoric times, the ancestral witches and empresses reincarnated in the soil, and only then did this Netherworld come into being.It's a pity that once the kindness comes, the land will never return to witchcraft.

The ancestral witch of the soil has since disappeared, but this move is a matter of great merit.

However, the true spirit of the Wu clan merged with the physical body. Although the true spirit of Houtu achieved the Hunyuan Dao, it was trapped in this netherworld ever since.

The obsession in the true spirit sticks to the heart of the ancestral witch, and the Peaceful Palace is now the Queen of Peace; The evil thought of thinking about Meng Jiangnu's matter turned into Meng Po.

It's just that very few people know this kind of secret, and if these two people don't explain, Ren Qinglian can only stand there in a daze and make random guesses, but at least one thing is certain, whether it's the Pingxin Empress, Houtu Empress, or even It's Meng Po on the lookout platform, but they are actually just the incarnation of one person.

At this moment, Empress Dowager suddenly pointed at Ren Qinglian and said with a smile, "What do you think of him, Fellow Daoist?"

(End of this chapter)