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Chapter 117 Sun Wukong battles the Bear Monster, Xu Xian battles the Black Wind Demon Lord

Tang Sanzang was greatly alarmed when he left his room at Guanyin Temple.

The hall in the courtyard was burned to the ground, and the old Zen master, ashamed, ran into the wall and died.

The group of monks and children cried and fled in all directions.

Tang Sanzang was alarmed and quickly ordered Sun Wukong to find the brocade cassock.

But they discovered that the brocade robe had vanished without a trace.

Tang Sanzang was immediately terrified, his face turning ashen and his body turning ice-cold.

These brocade robes, nine-ringed staffs, and purple-gold alms bowls are all precious Buddhist treasures bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva.

That brocade robe was even more extraordinary.

It is inlaid with Ruyi beads, luminous beads, dust-repelling beads, and wind-stabilizing beads.

Wearing it will prevent one from falling into depravity, from descending into hell, from suffering evil calamities, and from encountering the calamities of tigers and wolves.

Even the gods and Buddhas would show him respect.

Except for extremely important occasions such as worshipping Buddha at Mount Ling or meeting Buddha in the Western Paradise, Tang Sanzang would not even bother to unpack his bundle, and would not easily show it to anyone.

Now, it's just that Sun Wukong is competitive and can't stand a few words from the old Zen master.

It was his rash act of showing off the cassock that led to this theft.

Tang Sanzang was heartbroken, angry, and terrified. He pointed at Wukong and kept grumbling and complaining.

"Wukong, Wukong! You impudent monkey, you're so reckless!"

"I've told you time and again not to flaunt your wealth or act tough when you're out and about, but you just wouldn't listen!"

"This kasaya was bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva. It is the proof of my journey to the West to obtain the scriptures, and it is also a precious treasure of Buddhism."

"Now that it has been stolen by demons, how can we face the Bodhisattva? How can we obtain the true scriptures?"

"Back then, you caused a great disturbance in the Heavenly Palace, and you were unruly and rebellious."

"Now that you're wearing the headband, you've toned it down a bit, so why are you relapsed into your old ways?"

"What should we do if we ruin our important journey to the West because of a moment of impulsiveness!"

"If I cannot find the robe, I will die here, and I will have no face to take another step westward!"

Tang Sanzang stayed in the Guanyin Temple, complaining incessantly.

He talked until his mouth was dry and his eyes were filled with tears.

Sun Wukong's head swelled up as if it were a bucket from all the chanting, and his ears were ringing.

He wanted to argue, but then he remembered the tight headband on his head.

If there is any verbal conflict, the master will chant a spell, causing the person to suffer excruciating pain. The person will have no choice but to suppress their anger and listen to the reprimand with their head bowed.

He knew in his heart that the loss of the robe was entirely due to his own boasting and showing off, and had nothing to do with anyone else.

They were in the wrong from the start, and there's no way to refute it.

Hearing his master crying and complaining, Wukong felt a surge of anger, but he couldn't lash out. So he patted his chest and made a stern promise.

"Master, stop your nagging!"

"It was the disciple's fault; he showed off and caused trouble."

"Wait here for a moment. Before sunset today, I will retrieve that brocade robe intact. If there is any discrepancy, you may punish me as you see fit!"

After saying this, Wukong didn't wait for Tang Sanzang to speak again.

He hid the golden cudgel behind his ear and leaped into the air.

Riding on his somersault cloud, he was like a golden light, searching for traces of monsters all over the mountains and fields.

He opened his sharp eyes and peered through the mountains.

All around the Guanyin Temple, the smoke and fire had died down, and the vegetation was withered and scorched. There was no trace of demonic energy or monsters.

Wukong, feeling agitated, descended from the clouds, formed a fire-avoidance incantation, and chanted an incantation, shouting, "Where are the Mountain God and the Earth God?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dust churned and mist rose from the ground.

An old man with a cane and a dwarf wearing a small hat emerged.

They all wore headscarves and brown robes, and bowed in unison.

It is the mountain god and the land god of this place.

The two gods, trembling with fear, kowtowed and said, "We humble gods pay our respects to the Great Sage Equal to Heaven."

"Get up!" Wukong waved his hand and shouted, "I ask you, what monsters lurk near this Guanyin Temple? When the fire broke out just now, what demon appeared here and stole my master's brocade cassock? Tell me the truth, and if you utter even half a lie, I'll make you all take a beating from my staff!"

The mountain god and the local earth god dared not conceal the truth and immediately kowtowed, reporting in detail: "Great Sage, please calm your anger. There are no other demons within a hundred miles of this place. Only thirty miles to the south, there is a Black Wind Mountain, and within the mountain is a Black Wind Cave, inhabited by a bear-like black monster. That demon king is highly skilled and possesses great supernatural powers. He has long since subdued or driven away all the lesser demons in the surrounding area, and now occupies this mountain alone, calling himself the Black Wind King. He usually associates with the old Zen master of Guanyin Temple, and they often discuss Taoism and alchemy together. Today, when the fire broke out, we personally witnessed him riding a cloud and stealing a treasure radiating countless rays of light amidst the chaos. It must be that brocade cassock."

Upon hearing this, Wukong understood immediately, thinking to himself, "It really was that beast's doing! This fellow is quite audacious, daring to steal from me, Old Sun. I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget!"

Without saying much to the mountain god and the local earth god, he ordered the two gods to return to their respective positions and then leaped up.

With a somersault, it headed straight for Black Wind Mountain to the south.

Black Wind Ten Thousand Ren Mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Xu Xian battles the Black Wind Demon Lord.

Xu Xian made a grand vow at Black Wind Mountain: to eliminate the demons and monsters of the place and build a temple to ward off evil.

May the people of this region enjoy peace and tranquility for thousands of years.

Heaven and Earth have already responded, and are waiting for the success of the undertaking before bestowing merit and fulfilling the grand aspiration.

He ventured alone into the mountains, facing the Black Wind Demon Lord, a giant black-scaled python that had become a spirit over ten thousand years, his expression calm as he stood with his hands behind his back.

Enraged, the Black Wind Demon Lord grabbed a ten-thousand-pound black iron whip and, with the force of Mount Tai crashing down, smashed it down on Xu Xian.

The whip whistled, and the black mist churned.

The entire mountain range was shrouded in this fierce aura.

The rocks seemed about to split open, and the vegetation was bent and twisted, its power and majesty were terrifying.

A wisp of golden light slowly emanated from Xu Xian's fingertips; it was the supreme sword technique among the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends.

With his current extraordinary cultivation level, he no longer needs to rely on a tangible sword. He can condense indestructible sword energy using only his own magical power and the laws of heaven and earth.

A flash of golden light, and sword energy soared into the sky.

It seemed as if thousands of sword shadows were crisscrossing around Xu Xian.

The chilling aura soared straight into the sky, seemingly capable of severing all the stars in the heavens and tearing apart the sun, moon, and the universe.

Black Wind Demon Lord felt a chill all over his body as an unstoppable sword aura rushed towards him.

The demon felt a chill run down its spine, realizing something was wrong: the white-robed Taoist in front of it was no ordinary person, but a hidden master!

He dared not hold back, pouring all his demonic power into his arms and slamming down the black iron whip, determined to smash Xu Xian into a pulp with one blow.

There was a loud crash!

A deafening roar erupted, echoing through the mountains, the sound reverberating for a long time.

That invisible and intangible golden sword energy actually withstood the Black Wind Demon Lord's ten-thousand-pound black iron whip, which made him famous!

The iron whip hung in mid-air, unable to move up or down, and no matter how hard the Demon Lord exerted himself, he could not advance even an inch.

Black Wind Demon Lord felt his arms go numb.

A tremendous force surged back along the iron whip, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and blood to seep out.

The liquid flowed down the handle of the whip, so much so that even the palm of the hand could not hold the iron whip.

He was both surprised and suspicious, unable to understand how this seemingly frail Taoist could possess such terrifying power.

Xu Xian, following his plan, deliberately feigned signs of strain.

His brows were furrowed, and a few beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.

His jaw clenched, and his arms trembled slightly.

The sword energy at his fingertips emitted a soft "sizzling" sound, its light flickering.

It seemed as if it would collapse at any moment.

The Black Wind Demon Lord saw this and felt a sense of relief, secretly sneering.

It turns out he was all bark and no bite, relying on his swordsmanship to show off, but his magical power was already exhausted!

It seems I was overthinking it.

This Taoist priest is nothing but a madman who came here to die.

He was meticulous and cunning by nature, so his tone immediately softened, and he pretended to be amiable as he began to persuade him.

"Fellow Daoist, stop!"

"We were enemies in the past, and we have no grudges now, so why fight to the death?"

"As the saying goes, it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. Let's each take a step back, stop here, and everything can be discussed. What do you say?"

Black Wind Demon Lord spoke softly, but his strength remained undiminished.

Instead, it was like a raging storm, layer upon layer, each wave stronger than the last, relentlessly pressing down on Xu Xian.

He's got a good plan.

First, they used words to lull Xu Xian into a false sense of security, making him lower his guard.

The moment Xu Xian slightly reduced his strength, he immediately unleashed his full power.

He was struck dead on the head with a whip, thus eliminating any future trouble.

Xu Xian understood perfectly well; he had already seen through the demon's wicked tricks, but he didn't expose them.

It was just barely holding on.

Secretly sense the rhythm of the universe and carefully grasp the "bottom line of strength" needed to fulfill your grand ambition.

As one of the most extraordinary beings in the world, Xu Xian was already able to connect with the rules of heaven and earth and control the causal energy.

What he wanted was not to kill the enemy with one blow, but to "fight hard, subdue demons and monsters, and protect living beings".

Only in this way can Heaven and Earth recognize this grand ambition and grant the corresponding Heavenly Merit.

If you act too easily, your grand ambition will drop in level and become a trivial little grand ambition.

What a waste of the opportunity presented by this dangerous and treacherous place.

As time went by, Xu Xian's situation became increasingly difficult.

His body swayed slightly, and his robes fluttered in the strong wind.

Seeing this, the Black Wind Demon Lord thought that Xu Xian was at his last gasp, like a lamp running out of oil.

Overjoyed, he no longer had any reservations.

He roared menacingly, "Boy, don't try to be brave! You only have yourself to blame for being so arrogant and reckless as to trespass on my Black Wind Mountain. Today is your death day! Prepare to die!"

Before he finished speaking, the Black Wind Demon Lord suddenly increased his magical power, his black scales stood on end, and his demonic aura soared into the sky, as if he wanted to settle the world with a single whip.

But at that moment, a faint, extremely sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on Xu Xian's face.

The smile was extremely indifferent, as if it didn't care about anything in the world or any living creature.

Black Wind Demon Lord's heart skipped a beat.

An unprecedented sense of crisis instantly swept over my entire body.

He exclaimed in shock, "Who...who are you?!"

Black Wind Demon Lord was horrified to discover that no matter how much magic he activated, the black iron whip in his hand seemed to be frozen in place by heaven and earth.

We can no longer move forward even an inch!

The golden light at Xu Xian's fingertip suddenly surged, transforming into a radiant beam of light.

In an instant, thousands upon thousands of golden flying swords condensed in the void around him!

In an instant, the entire Black Wind Ten Thousand Ren Mountain was filled with the aura of swords, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

Golden light soared into the sky, and the sound of swords echoed through the heavens.

It was as if even the heavens and earth were about to be shattered by this endless sword energy!

Black Wind Demon Lord was terrified and instinctively tried desperately to pull back his iron whip and escape.

Then a sharp whooshing sound was heard!

Xu Xian unleashed a burst of sword energy from his fingertips.

With its unparalleled sharpness, the heavy black iron whip, weighing ten thousand jin, was easily cleaved in two!

The fracture surface is as smooth as a mirror, without even the slightest burr.

The broken iron whip shot out like a black meteor, crashing into the cliff with a loud bang.

Rocks flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and a deafening roar shook the heavens.

The entire Black Wind Mountain trembled violently.

Countless huge cracks appeared on the cliff face, and rubble rolled down with terrifying force.

Black Wind Demon Lord felt a destructive force surge into him through the broken whip.

His arms instantly lost sensation, his tiger's mouth ruptured completely, and blood gushed out.

Even his bones ached, and he could no longer hold onto the broken iron whip.

Only now did he truly understand.

The white-robed Taoist in front of me is no ordinary wandering immortal.

Instead, he was an unparalleled being far beyond his imagination, who had already transcended the ordinary and attained sainthood!

All the previous struggles and difficulties were just a deliberate act to amuse myself!

Fear instantly consumed the Black Wind Demon Lord's mind.

He dared not have the slightest will to fight anymore. With a strange cry, he turned around and rode on a demonic cloud, desperately fleeing towards the back of the mountain.

"You beast, where do you think you're going!"

Xu Xian snorted coldly, his voice calm yet as clear and chilling as a spring striking a stone.

He remained still and flicked his fingers again.

Three Taiyi sword energies pierced through the air, blocking the paths to the east, south, and north respectively.

Sword energy swept across the sky, its golden light sharp and fierce, like three golden walls blocking the Demon Lord's path.

Black Wind Demon Lord charged left and right, but had nowhere to go. He was forced into a desperate situation, filled with both hatred and fear.

He had occupied this mountain for hundreds of years and had never suffered such humiliation. Seeing no hope of escape, he became extremely ferocious and went completely mad.

"You Taoist priest, you've gone too far! I'll fight you to the death!"

He abruptly stopped, opened his blood-red maw, and frantically unleashed his innate demonic power, cultivated over a thousand years, spewing out a jet-black poisonous mist!

The poisonous fog was foul and pungent, with a stench that filled the air.

Wherever it passed, vegetation withered and turned black instantly, and rocks weathered and crumbled layer by layer.

Even the air was stained dark, a chilling wind blew, and an aura of death permeated the air, exuding a ferocious spirit that seemed capable of annihilating all things.

This is the natal poisonous mist condensed from the Black Wind Demon Lord's lifelong cultivation.

It is fatal if it touches you.

Even celestial beings who are not celestial beings will lose a thousand years of cultivation and their cultivation level will be greatly reduced if they are accidentally contaminated.

In this mythological world of the Three Realms, the strength of a living being is not entirely determined by its cultivation level.

Magical weapons and supernatural powers, innate secret techniques, and attribute counters are all key factors in determining victory or defeat, life or death.

The poisonous mist of the Black Wind Demon Lord before them was his most terrifying trump card, one that even ordinary powerful beings dared not easily confront head-on.

Xu Xian knew in his heart that this poisonous fog was indeed extraordinary.

If he hadn't cultivated an indestructible body and mastered one of the most powerful divine abilities among them...

Even if one's cultivation level is several times higher than that of the Demon Lord, it is still difficult to avoid falling into his trap.

But at this moment, he still followed the plan and did not exert his full strength.

This was solely to meet the arduous demands of fulfilling the grand vision.

Xu Xian's expression turned slightly serious, and he suddenly activated the golden clouds around him, transforming them into a thick golden light shield that firmly protected him.

The black wind and poisonous mist rolled in, crashing violently against the golden light shield, producing a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Black smoke billowed and poisonous gas filled the air, yet it could not break through the golden cloud's defenses and could not advance an inch.

Xu Xian's steps were slightly unsteady, and his back was slightly hunched.

His robes fluttered in the wind, and he looked exhausted.

It seemed to be using all its magical power to desperately resist the invasion of the poisonous fog.

Upon seeing this, the Black Wind Demon Lord breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, we can deal with this kid.