151: Chapter 151 Little Spirit Mountain

The Exit Soul Stage great Yao battling the second-ranked Daoist Wang was a Feilian.

Feilian are a type of Yao Beast with super-fast speed; they possess an Innate Wind Attribute and can manipulate the natural Wind Spiritual Qi.

Of course, such pure-blooded Feilian likely do not exist on the current Yaoling Planet; a pure-blooded Feilian would have at least Immortal Rank strength.

This Feilian merely has a relatively pure Bloodline and belongs to a fairly large faction within the Yao Kingdom.

It was his misfortune; he had only come to join in the excitement, never expecting to encounter such an ambush.

His cultivation was slightly inferior to Daoist Wang's, but his Innate Wind Attribute gave him incredible speed, which made up for his shortcomings to some extent.

He naturally observed every single casualty among the Nascent Soul Stage members of his side.

Seeing that the protagonists of the wedding were dead, the wedding could no longer proceed.

The enemy's several Nascent Soul Stage combatants were quite capable; if they surrounded him, it would easily cause trouble, so he started to harbor thoughts of retreating.

Even the Exit Soul Stage Feilian could see that things were going poorly, so an old monster of the Body Integration Stage naturally saw it too.

The younger generation of his clan could not form the marriage alliance, which naturally filled him with resentment.

But with such a huge commotion, the fact that the Pure Demons had not come to reinforce them was truly inconceivable, unless...

The Body Integration Stage great Yao, Luo Jiao, felt quite resentful, but the situation was stronger than the man.

If it were truly as he suspected, that the Human Race and the Pure Demons had allied, then even he would be in danger of falling.

Having made up his mind, he wanted to retreat; thinking about it, with his Body Integration Stage strength, retreating should not be difficult.

With a thought, the space around Luo Jiao seemed to boil, "Daoist Qianyuan, I will surely repay today's grudge heavily; let's wait and see!"

Having said that, he escaped through space.

A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of Daoist Qianyuan's eyes, "I've been waiting for you!"

Space overturned, the universe inverted.

Even Zhao Feng and the others suddenly appeared in another space in an instant.

The startled crowd and Yao Beasts also stopped fighting, standing clearly on opposite sides.

In the space, everything was golden.

Golden mountains, golden water, golden buildings, golden people; were it not for a wisp of white cloud in the mountains and a faint blue in the sky, the entire world would seem as if sculpted from gold.

In this space stood an open-air grand hall, and at the very top sat an old Buddha with a kind face and gentle eyes; his eyes were slightly closed, a faint smile on his lips, looking very benevolent.

Below the old Buddha were countless statues of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats with various expressions, looking lifelike.

"The Great Hall of the Great Hero!" Luo Jiao jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "This is Little Spirit Mountain!"

Old Daoist Qianyuan smiled, "Good insight; if it were not Little Spirit Mountain, how could I keep you here?"

Luo Jiao's expression quickly calmed down, but in reality, he was secretly lamenting; he silently circulated his Yao power, but that powerful Yao power seemed to have vanished, and his perception of the Law was also completely cut off; what was to be done?

He looked toward the great Buddha in the center and smiled bitterly, "Wasn't this Little Spirit Mountain destroyed by two Loose Immortals of my Yao Race combined? I didn't expect it to be in your hands."

"You don't need to trouble yourself thinking about that," Daoist Qianyuan chuckled.

"Even so, you do not cultivate Buddha Power, and you cannot mobilize those Dharma bodies of the Spirit Mountain Buddhas. Relying solely on your cultivation, what can you do to me? My Heavenly Jiao Transformation can at least hold out until your time for controlling Little Spirit Mountain passes."

Luo Jiao suddenly realized this point, and his heart relaxed.

Daoist Qianyuan sneered, "So what? Enough nonsense, take this!"

Having said that, a swimming fish on his armor suddenly swam out, transforming into a brilliant long spear; his figure flashed and vanished, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Luo Jiao.

The sharp Law carried on the keen spear tip made Luo Jiao shudder, and the hair all over his body stood on end.

Little Spirit Mountain had an Innate suppressive effect on the Yao Race.

Here, Yao power could not be circulated, so he had to circulate his Bloodline Power; with a roll of his body, he had already transformed into a giant Jiao with prominent horns.

The Feilian and the Yao turtle also immediately revealed their true forms, and braving the omnipresent Buddha Power and Sanskrit sounds in the space, they charged toward the group.

The members of the Demon-Slaying Alliance each used their own methods, quickly rushing up to fight in a chaotic melee.

Zhao Feng, however, was dazed and lost in thought, seemingly having completely forgotten the intense battle.

Within his Spiritual Sense, he had entered a place that seemed like an illusion.

Heavenly flowers fell, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and a Buddha sat high upon an incomparably profound golden lotus, uttering heavenly sounds.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

In a trance, he shouted a Buddha's name and stood out from the ranks.

"What is this?"

The fast-moving Feilian still had energy to spare; suddenly, he saw that among the dense crowd of sculptures, a Bodhisattva with a face full of mercy suddenly stood up, and that golden body seemed to be filled with infinite power in an instant.

Zhao Feng was shocked to find another version of himself standing there blankly, while the rest were in intense combat with the Yao Beasts, only it felt as if they were all a size smaller.

He let out a soft exclamation of confusion, only to discover that his own voice had changed, "Why is it so delicate and soft? Could it be that I have transmigrated into a woman again?"

Zhao Feng hurriedly looked down; sure enough, his figure was soft and beautiful, with graceful curves, dressed in a set of pure white gauze robes of unknown material, looking exceptionally beautiful.

"This! This... what on earth is going on?" Zhao Feng's mind was in chaos, "And what is the situation with the body opposite me? How did I suddenly transmigrate?"

Subconsciously, he scanned over with his Spiritual Sense, but felt as if something was wrong.

With a thought, he discovered the crux of the matter; his Spiritual Sense was too powerful, seemingly having exceeded some kind of limit.

Moreover, the surrounding world seemed to be very closely connected to him; Zhao Feng suddenly knew that here, 'words becoming reality' was no longer a dream.

"Freeze!" Zhao Feng stopped worrying about the transformation situation and instead pointed at the most active Feilian and whispered.

The Feilian, relying on his speed to fly back and forth while being besieged by several Daoists, appeared to be handling it with ease; just as he was playing around, he suddenly felt his body go rigid, stopping involuntarily, and was immediately pierced through by several Flying Swords that followed.

Inside this Little Spirit Mountain, even his Nascent Soul could not escape and was ground to nothingness by the several people.

The several Daoists did not know what had happened, and because Zhao Feng's original body and his new body were both in a daze, they did not realize that all of this was Zhao Feng's doing.

"It actually works!" Zhao Feng was overjoyed; although he didn't quite understand why it was so powerful, and could barely feel a different kind of fluctuation of heaven and earth, he completely failed to understand it.

If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it for now; Zhao Feng turned his gaze toward the remaining Yao Beasts, the Yao turtle and Luo Jiao.

"Die! Die!" Zhao Feng pronounced softly; two vast heavenly sounds exploded in the Little Spirit Mountain space like peals of thunder, and the clouds and mist of Little Spirit Mountain instantly underwent extremely violent changes.

After all, among the enemies was a super great expert of the Body Integration Stage, one who was on the verge of transcendence.

Luo Jiao sensed a nightmarish, terrifying crisis, stared in horror toward the direction of Zhao Feng's new body, and could not help but shout out loud.