In the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, Southern Frontier.
Inside an abandoned city, within a dilapidated temple.
Monk, I want to eat meat. Look at this protector now. I am so skinny I am just a bag of bones!
A gaunt lion stared longingly at the equally emaciated monk roasting something across from him.
Amitabha. The conditions are harsh right now. Lion Protector, you must restrain your greed a little more!
The monk opposite sighed. He broke off a piece and handed it over, speaking earnestly: Eat a bit of this roast first to fill your stomach. If it really is unbearable, just sit in meditation and cultivate. You are already at the Vajra realm anyway. Even if you do not eat or drink for ten years, you will not starve to death.
Monk, you know I do not eat vegetarian!
The lion looked disgusted. At the same time, he spoke with pain and indignation: You tricked this protector out of Spirit Mountain. You said we would come to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains and eat whatever we wanted. And what happened?
This old one almost died here, and now I cannot even get a mouthful of meat!
I am a lion demon, yet you still want me to eat vegetarian. Damn you. Does your conscience not hurt?
Amitabha. Lion Protector, why will you not listen?
This poor monk also wants to eat meat. If I burn my essence blood a few more times, this poor monk will truly enter nirvana. How about Lion Protector go to a nearby city and capture two demon beasts for us to satisfy our craving?
The monk raised an eyebrow and looked at the lion opposite him.
Monk, at a time like this you want this protector to go capture demon beasts? Are you hoping those terrifying fellows will kill this protector instead?
The lion cursed under his breath. Then, taking advantage of the monk being off guard, he bit down on the top of the monk’s head. With his mouth full, he mumbled indistinctly: Let this protector bite you once. Just one bite!
You fiend, let go quickly!
I will not let go! Ancient records say that in the upper ancient era, your Buddha ancestor once cut his own flesh to feed an eagle. Monk, be merciful and cut a piece of your flesh to feed me. Who knows, maybe I can also attain the position of Buddha in the future!
You fiend, get off me!!
Bald donkey, you dare hit me?
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Soon the two Vajra realm great cultivators were fighting in a chaotic tangle. If anyone else saw this, they would surely be dumbfounded.
In the end, the lion let go. Not because he wanted to, but because the monk’s head was too hard. It broke several of his sharp teeth. He cursed loudly while his two eyes swelled high. The monk had beaten him.
In fact, the monk did not fare much better. His head was covered in tooth marks, and his body had several new claw scratches. He was so angry he almost roasted the damn lion over the fire!
The reason they had fallen to this state all began half a month earlier.
After their defeat at Black Wind Mountain, the Three Precepts Monk did not flee immediately. Instead, he planned to first hide in the depths of Phoenix Cry Mountain to recover from his injuries. Once healed, he would launch a surprise counterattack on Black Wind Mountain.
His goal was simple: to convert that toad demon with overwhelming destiny and also learn the truth about the heavenly merit descent from its mouth.
But heaven did not follow man’s wishes. Before the Three Precepts Monk could find a place to heal, he encountered Zhan Ao Yao Ancestor. Naturally, another great battle ensued.
After the fight, the Three Precepts Monk lost one of his heads directly. His injuries worsened. With no choice, he had to flee toward the southern frontier again.
Yet as soon as he entered the southern frontier, he discovered his Lion Protector was being chased by two Yao Ancestors.
Who knows if that lion did it on purpose? Upon sensing the Three Precepts Monk’s position, it rushed straight toward him. This nearly made the Three Precepts Monk die of anger.
And so, these two Vajra realm Buddhist cultivators from the Western Desert faced the most brutal pursuit and slaughter. This chase lasted a full half month!
After successive battles, both were heavily injured. When they saw powerful demon kings, they had to detour around them. Their situation was utterly miserable!
Now they could only hide everywhere. They had completely lost the prestige they had when crossing the sea from the Western Desert. They had almost reached the point where every demon wanted to beat them.
Mo Fan naturally knew nothing of these two’s plight. At this moment, he was inside his cave dwelling refining a treasure.
It was a piece of black cowhide!
This black cowhide looked ordinary on the surface. In reality, it was a genuine Yao Ancestor holy weapon!
This cowhide was originally the natal demon weapon of the Giant Spirit Mountain Ox-Head Yao Ancestor. It possessed incomparably powerful defence. Even Granny Sparrow had not been able to break it. It was his true trump card.
After Mo Fan devoured that Ox-Head Yao Ancestor’s demon infant, this Yao Ancestor holy weapon naturally fell into his hands.
Because it was a Yao Ancestor holy weapon, the degree of refinement was far more difficult than ordinary king realm demon weapons.
Mo Fan spent nearly a full month to completely refine this holy weapon.
Inside the spring pool cave, Mo Fan looked at the palm-sized black cowhide floating before him. His face showed excitement.
During the refinement process, he had naturally fully grasped this holy weapon and understood just how powerful it was!
It was a supreme treasure that combined defence and enemy trapping in one. It perfectly filled the gap in Mo Fan’s lack of a top-tier defensive treasure. It complemented the Thunder Shock perfectly and raised Mo Fan’s overall strength by an entire level!
In the early stages of cultivation, Mo Fan had relied almost entirely on that brick magical artefact for defence. But as his cultivation gradually rose and the enemies he faced grew stronger, the brick magical artefact naturally could not keep up. In a later great battle, it was even deformed by a great demon’s strike.
From then on, Mo Fan never used the brick magical artefact again. Instead, he focused even more on cultivating his physical body.
Now his physical body alone made many king realm great demons fearful. But against ancestor realm great demons, it was still slightly lacking. This black cowhide perfectly solved that problem.
At this thought, Mo Fan’s mind stirred. With a slight push of his demon power, the palm-sized black cowhide in front of him instantly grew enormous. It became like a black demonic carpet swaying gently in the void, changing according to Mo Fan’s thoughts.
Mo Fan discovered that as he urged the black cowhide to change form, the functions it could display also varied.
For example, when the black cowhide turned into a huge demonic carpet, Mo Fan could use it as a giant net to trap enemies. When it became several zhang large, it resembled a black wall that blocked a certain degree of attacks. When one point became a sharp tip and twisted into a cone shape, it could unleash a certain level of killing power!
During this time, Mo Fan even had Thunder Shock actively attack the black cowhide. Yet it could hardly break through the black cowhide’s defence. This was because the black cowhide carried a layer of dark light power.
Mo Fan was familiar with this power. It was the gang qi of the divine ability Black King Divine Gang!
It was precisely because of the Black King Divine Gang that the black cowhide’s defence was so formidable.
Of course, what surprised Mo Fan the most was far from just that. He even discovered that the black cowhide could resist mental attacks to a certain degree!
In other words, this black cowhide could not only defend against physical attacks but also against mental attacks!
No wonder that Ox-Head Yao Ancestor, despite only being at the early ancestor realm, had such a big mouth. Turns out he was a blood cow!
Mo Fan murmured to himself. His heart was blooming with joy. Because now this treasure belonged to him!
Speaking of which, that Ox-Head Yao Ancestor’s luck was truly terrible. If Granny Sparrow had not wielded the immortal sword, she might not have been able to severely injure him.
In front of the immortal sword, the Ox-Head Yao Ancestor did not dare use this black cowhide at all. He feared his natal holy weapon would be broken by the immortal sword. If that happened, he would suffer heavy damage immediately!
Because of this, he used this treasure to protect his demon infant at the final moment and tried to escape. In the end, it only benefited Mo Fan.
At this thought, Mo Fan smiled faintly. With a casual wave, the ever-changing black cowhide flew toward him and directly wrapped around his entire body.
In the blink of an eye, the black cowhide formed a black armour on Mo Fan’s body that resembled night-walking clothes!
So black. From now on, I will call you Black Skin!
Looking at the black armour on his body, Mo Fan was quite satisfied. Though it was a bit ugly, it made up for it with practicality!
With this Black Skin in hand, plus Thunder Shock, even without using the Chi Dragon Transformation, Mo Fan no longer feared ordinary ancestor realm great demons!
