"How terrifying."
When Meng Qi and the others stood outside Lion-Camel Ridge, every one of their expressions changed.
Ahead, skulls rose like hills and skeletons stood like forests. Human skin hung from trees, fluttering in the wind, while filthy hair was tangled into clumps. In terms of sheer horror, it was unquestionably the worst of the seven Baleful Eyes.
"As expected of Lion-Camel Ridge. Senior Brother Qi has been here alone all this time..." Meng Qi unconsciously tightened his grip on his saber sheath and muttered.
He recalled some accounts from Journey to the West. Lion-Camel Ridge had been one of the greatest tribulations faced by Tang Sanzang and his disciples. The demons here were not only powerful in force, but also possessed formidable strength and backing. At one point, even Sun Wukong had been left helpless.
Of the three kings of Lion-Camel Ridge, the Green-Haired Lion Monster was Manjushri Bodhisattva's mount, while the Yellow-Tusked Old Elephant was Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's mount. The strength and cultivation realms of those two bodhisattvas far surpassed the level of Divine Fruition.
As for the third king, the Golden-Winged Roc was even more extraordinary. He was Buddha's uncle.
"Even if the true history of the western pilgrimage differs from the Journey to the West I know, Lion-Camel Ridge must still be an evil forbidden zone," Meng Qi thought.
"How did Six Paths assess this? Why did he arrange for Junior Brother Qi to come to such a Shura hell?" Zhang Yuanshan's expression was grave. He felt that the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation had truly gone senile; the assignment made no sense at all.
Every Baleful Eye was certainly dangerous, but places such as Five-Elements Mountain and Gao Family Village had nowhere near the impact of Lion-Camel Ridge.
This place looked like hell at