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Tan Wenjie entered Black Wind Mountain, releasing only a very faint aura. The monsters along the way seemed to sense the danger and took the initiative to avoid him, not daring to approach.

He was afraid that the aura he released was too strong and would scare the demon king away.

Some of the bolder lesser demons followed Tan Wenjie, trying to find out his intentions in coming to Black Wind Mountain.

A wolf demon squinted as it swiftly weaved through the bamboo forest, keeping its voice low so as not to disturb the powerful figure ahead who exuded a deadly aura.

Fortunately, although his cultivation level was not very high, his ability to conceal his aura was strong enough.

The wolf demon had just thought of his own strengths and felt that he could make a great contribution this time.

"Crack!"

The wolf demon accidentally stepped on and broke a dry branch.

Tan Wenjie, who was walking forward, suddenly stopped and turned around to look back.

Startled, the wolf demon quickly bowed, but as it bent down, it forgot to hide its tail and its rear end sticking out, swaying left and right in the bamboo forest.

The wolf demon was startled and quickly grabbed its tail back, praying that the other party hadn't seen anything.

That's how it is with being a spy; skill only accounts for a small part, the rest depends on luck.

"Huh?" Tan Wenjie exclaimed in surprise, "Why do I hear a sound over there? Could it be a kitten?"

The wolf demon's mind raced, and it opened its mouth: "Meow~"

"Oh, it really is a kitten." Tan Wenjie suddenly realized. "Then I won't go over to take a look."

He started walking and continued forward.

"Phew!" The wolf demon breathed a heavy sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "Luckily, I'm good at hiding and have the upper hand, otherwise he would definitely have discovered me."

The wolf demon continued to follow.

On the cliff face, Tan Wenjie moved with ease, while the wolf demon on this side was panting heavily.

As a monster, it never imagined that climbing mountains would be so tiring. Back when it patrolled Lion Camel Ridge, it had to guard countless mountain peaks every day.

Sure enough, after moving to a different place, he stopped practicing diligently and became much lazier.

Tan Wenjie, however, had already seen a strange man dressed in white.

The scholar in white sat in the pavilion drinking tea and writing poetry. When he saw someone approaching, he raised his eyelids and glanced at them. But then he saw a sharp glint in the wind.

"laugh--!"

The head had been severed, and the white-robed scholar's body rolled into the water, gurgling and writhing countless times before finally stopping. The corpse had transformed into a headless giant snake.

The wolf demon following behind widened its eyes, wanting to speak but unable to, and could only swallow hard.

The enemy was far too strong. It wasn't that he was afraid, but rather that he needed to preserve his useful life to deliver the message.

It turned to slip away, but saw that the unknown powerful figure was walking towards Ling Xuzi's direction.

When it finally caught up with Lingxuzi, who had transformed into a giant wolf, it saw him lying on the dilapidated roof of the temple, with tiles falling down with each movement of his paws.

"Ow!"

The giant wolf that Ling Xuzi had transformed into roared and then pounced, aiming at Tan Wenjie's head. Before Tan Wenjie could move, the giant wolf's body was split in two.

With a "boom," two clouds of dust crashed to the ground, sending dust flying and blood mist spreading.

When the dust settled, the wolf demon could no longer see Tan Wenjie; all he could see was the giant wolf's corpse, split in two.

"hiss--!"

It could only take a deep breath, and then resolutely run backward.

There's no need to read any further. I doubt anyone in the entire Black Wind Mountain can stop this person. Just who is he?
Upon reaching the rear cave, the wolf demon encountered the Black Wind King, dressed in a monk's robe. The king wielded a convenient shovel with a crescent moon on it, the iron rings hanging from it clanging as he walked.

"What is it?" Black Wind King opened his eyes.

It has been some time since he returned to Black Wind Mountain from the South China Sea after his meritorious service.

The wolf demon scout opened its mouth and cried out, "Aba aba!"

"Who made the mute a spy!"

A snake demon nearby said, "Your Majesty, it says that a fierce-looking man has arrived. He is so tall and strong. He killed the white-robed scholar with just one move, and then killed Lingxuzi with another. Now he is heading this way with great momentum."

Black Wind King: "..."

Do you really think you're an idiot? The mute wolf demon only uttered "Aba," how could he possibly say so much?

It's better to believe it's true than not, since he couldn't sense the presence of the white-robed scholar and Ling Xuzi either, and he was afraid they were really in grave danger.

"Fine, I'll see who's coming!" Black Wind King snorted coldly, picked up his crescent-shaped shovel, and prepared to go out to meet the enemy.

"boom!"

A shockwave exploded ahead.

A row of little demons flew in backwards, tumbling and rolling on the ground like gourds, finally stopping in front of the Black Wind King.

Black Wind King glanced down, then looked up at the people in front of him.

With his handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing, he exuded composure and a hint of wickedness, reminding the Black Wind King of the Monkey King of the past. Yet, he felt that the other man was even more confident than the Monkey King because he didn't have a headband.

"A deity?" He looked at the Black Wind King, then shook his head. "So it's a monster."

These words enraged the Black Wind King, who roared and transformed into its true form, the Black Bear Spirit, rushing straight towards Tan Wenjie like a giant black mountain.

The ground shook as he ran, and the entire mountain seemed to be affected and sway along with him.

Tan Wenjie used only one move as before, and the Black Bear Demon bled profusely on the spot, fell to the ground, and his strength dissipated along with the blood that flowed from his wound.

"I heard you went to the South China Sea to cultivate with the Bodhisattva, but it seems you haven't learned very well."

The black bear spirit, who was still panting on the ground, immediately struggled to get up and fight again, but after just one glance from the other party, he felt an immense magical power pressing down on him, and he dared not move at all.

The enemy before him was so powerful that he dared not even imagine it; he feared that even Erlang Shen would be no match for him.

"Give it to me."

"what?"

"The monkey's inherent nature."

This world has been severely corrupted. Gods and Buddhas harbor selfish motives and keep all living beings in captivity. When Tan Wenjie transmigrated here, he discovered that his lifespan in this world was about to end.

His body was like trash, his magical power was weak and pathetic, and he was also a domesticated animal. When the time came, he would be refined into a golden elixir of immortality.

Today, Tan Wenjie stands there quietly as the "material" of this world.

However, there is one thing in this world that is extremely useful: the six senses that Sun Wukong transformed into after his death.

By obtaining the Six Roots and refining their power, one can possess power approaching that of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. This is a good way to make use of waste, since almost none of Tan Wenjie's clones from different worlds possess power at the same level as the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

This saved him the cost of building "himself" from scratch.

As for the Great Sage Equaling Heaven who sacrificed all his supernatural powers just to remove the headband from his head... even if the Great Sage Equaling Heaven were to return, he still wouldn't be able to defeat all the gods and Buddhas in the sky. Tan Wenjie, on the other hand, could calmly kill indiscriminately. After all, it was a world occupied and eroded by the abyss, so he would kill the gods and demons without letting them go.

The black bear spirit's eyes widened.

The other party knows about innate talent; their background is not simple.

"Don't worry," Tan Wenjie said again, "You may be the first, but you're definitely not the last."

"You...you have quite the nerve," the black bear spirit exclaimed, then obediently handed over his root essence.

He, the Black Bear Spirit, was indeed pragmatic. Tan Wenjie obtained a root skill named "Eyes of Joy." After acquiring the root skill, he vaguely felt that his eyesight had improved to some extent, but for Tan Wenjie at this time, this improvement was negligible.

Having gotten what he wanted, Tan Wenjie turned and left.

"You're not going to kill me?" the black bear spirit asked in surprise.

He has transformed back into his original form as a strong monk, holding a convenient shovel, and his voice is even deeper and more resonant than when he was in his black bear form.

Tan Wenjie stopped, turned around, and asked in surprise, "You want to die that badly?"

He raised his right hand.

After all, the other party gave them the item quite readily, so killing them outright would be rather unkind.

The black bear spirit immediately said, "I want to go back to the South China Sea and continue to be the mountain-guarding general!"

Only a foolish bear would want to die; it's better to live a miserable life than to die. The monkey chose to die for the headband on his head, but I couldn't do that.

"Okay, please give my regards to Guanyin Bodhisattva. If he doesn't feel comfortable with it, he's welcome to come and say hello anytime." Tan Wenjie walked out again, his figure quickly disappearing.

The black bear spirit had no choice but to shout a final warning: "That thing is extremely evil. If you are not mentally strong, do not attempt to refine it!"

Tan Wenjie waved his hand and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, the monkey at the foot of the mountain overcame numerous obstacles and, relying on the skills and abilities it had learned from Tan Wenjie, finally arrived at the place where the Black Wind King was.

However, upon arrival, the monkey saw a strong monk, who appeared to be the enemy demon king, packing his luggage. He had a bundle on his back, a shovel on his shoulder, and a basket on each side. Because the baskets were not covered with cloth, the monkey could clearly see the contents inside.

The one on the left looks like a sugar figurine; I wonder which child he's going to use it to coax. The one on the right is a stack of gold and jewels. The weights on both sides of the load are different, yet it's perfectly balanced on the strong monk's shoulders.

"Who are you looking for?" The black bear spirit turned his head and looked at the monkey, who was covered in blood and exuded a murderous aura.

He also remembered his mission, which seemed to be to hinder the chosen one and prevent him from retracing the Journey to the West. But now he had even lost his original potential, so what difference did it make whether the chosen one came or not?

The black bear spirit added, "I'm going back to continue my cultivation. Take whatever you want."

After saying that, it strode out, and when it reached the door, it conjured a black wind and flew into the sky, leaving the man with the destiny of the monkey looking completely bewildered, not knowing what had happened.

The chosen one suddenly noticed a wolf demon in the corner. It walked over with a stick, intending to interrogate it.

Wolf Demon: "Aba aba!"

The Chosen One: "..."

"boom!"

A huge fire suddenly engulfed the entire mountain. Tianmingren and the mute wolf demon looked out and saw that the fire had covered the mountain, and all the monsters in the mountain were fleeing in panic, like ants on a hot pan.

Birds spread their wings and fled, beasts ran through the mountains, until the great fire was about to burn the monkey's face, and only then did the man of destiny remember to seize the time to escape.

……

"boom!"

Huangfengling.

A yellow wind swept through the area, and a yellow-haired weasel monster holding a Buddha head controlled the sandstorm, fiercely attacking the approaching figure.

Its name is Huangfeng Dasheng. It helped Erlang Shen defeat Sun Wukong and was therefore given one of Sun Wukong's six weapons. Now it is waiting for its destined person at Huangfeng Ridge.

However, instead of waiting for the chosen one, he was met with an enemy who exerted an immense sense of pressure on him.

The opponent killed the rat demon casually, indicating ill intent. In particular, the moment he saw Huang Feng Dasheng, he attacked. Huang Feng Dasheng felt as if he had been struck by an unparalleled divine power, as if his bones were about to shatter.

The fact that he could stand without spitting blood was entirely due to the Buddha head in his arms.

But he knew in his heart that another slap would surely cause his body to rot and his soul to be scattered, leaving him only a dead soul.

"Who exactly are you!" Huang Feng the Great Sage swung his three-pronged steel fork with all his might.

The sandstorm carried sharp blades, but they dissipated upon impact with the person, causing no harm whatsoever.

The other party walked forward calmly, as if lost in thought, completely unaware that he was fighting an enemy in front of him. Even when he heard Huang Feng Dasheng's question, he just looked disgusted and said, "Why is it the same question again?"

This attitude is infuriating.

"This is outrageous!" Huang Feng the Great Sage roared, hugged the Buddha's head tightly, and immediately used his signature move.

The ferret opened its long snout and spewed out a gust of yellow wind.

This is precisely the Samadhi Divine Wind that can disrupt the Three Realms and disturb the essence, energy, and spirit of mortals.

That wind caused chaos in the heavens and the earth, and even caused the bodhisattvas' mounts to flee to the mortal realm.

However, the invincible Divine Wind collapsed instantly after encountering an enemy of unknown origin. When the weasel looked again, it discovered that a precious pearl was floating next to the enemy.

The Samadhi Divine Wind struck the bead and quickly dissolved.

"Wind-stabilizing pearl?"

Although the Great Sage Huangfeng's Samadhi Divine Wind has countless uses, it is only afraid of the Wind-Fixing Pearl.

Realizing that the opponent was an enemy he couldn't handle, the Great Sage Yellow Wind turned to run away, but a tremendous force had already slammed him to the ground.

When he came to his senses, the Buddha head in his arms had already been taken away.

The wind stopped, and the sand and dust settled.

The mysterious expert who came to Huangfeng Ridge was none other than Tan Wenjie. He wanted Sun Wukong's potential, but he regretted that the enemies here were too weak, and they couldn't even give him a chance to warm up.

"Hey--"

A headless monk appeared out of nowhere and was about to sing.

"Stop!" The single word "stop" trapped him.

Tam Man-kit: "Look, you're singing again."

“That beast and I have some grudge.” The headless monk could still speak. “It took me by surprise and cut off my head, then refined it into a magical artifact. Please return my head to me.”

Tan Wenjie: "Mine!"

Unless he nods, the other person will absolutely not make a sound.

Headless Monk: "In that head..."

Tan Wenjie shook his head: "They're all mine."

The head of Lingji Bodhisattva had been simply refined and was still usable.

The world has become so chaotic that there's no point in talking about personal relationships anymore.

The headless monk was about to speak when Tan Wenjie suddenly said, "If you keep babbling, I'll pin you under the Five Finger Mountain with your buttocks facing outwards!"

"..." The headless monk, who had no mouth, chose to keep quiet, fearing that if he said another word, he would be pressed under the mountain.

Tan Wenjie casually pulled the root of the Buddha from the head and began to work on the second root.

The headless monk really wanted to ask: Do you know who I am?

After thinking it over, I decided to give up. The other party has the Wind-Fixing Pearl, knows how to restrain the Yellow Wind Great Sage, and understands how to extract the root essence. Obviously, he knows who I am.

The headless monk had no idea who he was.

In the end, he didn't even dare to utter a harsh word.

"Without a head, the body becomes the main body. So, if you give this head a body, what kind of thing will appear?"

This was, after all, one of the Abyss's main strongholds, and Tan Wenjie dared not linger too long. He headed straight for the next location of the root-form cultivation technique, leaving the heavily injured Great Sage Huang Feng and the headless monk Lingji Bodhisattva awkwardly together. (End of Chapter)