Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

This duel no longer needs the aid of magical treasures; it is purely a clash of supernatural powers and a crushing defeat of wills!

The once pitch-black space was now stained with a bloody night. Blood bubbles rose, expanded, and burst, crackling and popping like hellfire burning.

Bo Xun wielded his blood hammer, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, his blood-red light blazing forth, his murderous aura condensing like a sword. He used the hammer as a sword, unleashing a devastating force!

Ye Feng met the attack with his sword, and slashed down with it—

boom!

The power of primordial chaos erupted from the tip of the sword, tearing through the chaos and piercing through the void!

The sword's cry resounded through the heavens!

In that instant, the three realms trembled, and ten thousand swords resonated!

Within a million miles of Mount Taihuang, all the immortals' swords trembled violently, almost bursting from their sheaths!

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi's heart stirred slightly, and he chuckled softly:

"The Primordial Sword Intent, wielding the sword to its pinnacle... It seems the outcome of the battle between my sworn brother and Mara is still uncertain."

On this battlefield, what Ye Feng just used was the legendary—the First Sword of Primordial Chaos!

When the sword is drawn, heaven and earth bow down, and all things submit!

Ding--!

Two sharp blades collide!

Ye Feng's sword aura was even stronger, directly crushing Bo Xun's murderous sword energy. The remaining power of his sword was like an ancient giant blade, slashing down from the heavens!

boom!!!

With no way to avoid it, ten thousand sword lights suddenly appeared on Bo Xun's body, the blood mist exploded and then reformed, and he retreated more than ten miles!

If it weren't for the protection of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, it would have been completely swallowed up by the surrounding spatial turbulence long ago.

When he finally regained his balance, he could not hide the shock in his eyes.

Bo Xun, a renowned figure with a peak Quasi-Saint cultivation, had long since reached the pinnacle, overlooking all living beings in the Three Realms. He had fought alongside the Styx Ancestor, traversing countless battles and witnessing countless storms. Yet, at this moment, his pupils constricted, and a chill ran through his heart—he had never seen such swordsmanship before.

"I underestimated you." Bo Xun's face darkened, his voice deep and thunderous. "I never expected that after billions of years of reincarnation, another golden crow would reach this point."

Ye Feng simply shrugged, his expression calm, as if everything was under control.

Bo Xun's magical power was profound, far surpassing his own, but Ye Feng's foundation was even deeper. He cultivated the "Chaos Golden Crow Technique," possessed the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, and had further integrated the divine powers of the Twelve Ancestral Witches into himself. Since stepping into the Quasi-Saint realm, his combat power had been directly comparable to those old monsters who had lived for countless eons.

Of course, Mara hasn't used his full strength yet.

Sure enough, in the next instant, his demonic energy surged, and three heads and six arms suddenly appeared. Each of his six hands held a treasure, his murderous aura soared to the sky, his blood sea churned, and the world changed color.

A maniacal laugh echoed through the void: "No matter how powerful your sword intent is, you're still only at the level of nine Yuanhui! Quasi-Saint? You're nothing but an ant! Compared to my ninety Yuanhui of magical power, it's like heaven and earth! What makes you think you can fight me?"

The overwhelming demonic power swept over him, but Ye Feng remained calm. With a thought, he clearly sensed that this guy possessed a full ninety Yuanhui of magical power, comparable to Lu Ya back then.

"These six treasures of mine were forged by my ancestors from an endless sea of ​​blood. Even saints must give them a wide berth. If your primordial spirit is touched by them, it will be corrupted! Today is your death day!"

Before the words were finished, the six treasures of Asura resonated in unison, the baleful aura solidified into a tangible form, and the rolling waves of blood transformed into the Blood Sea of ​​the Underworld, reappearing in the mortal realm. A foul wind swept over them, and the chilling cold was biting.

But Ye Feng remained calm and unmoved.

"The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, activate!"

With a soft shout, twelve ancient banners soared into the air, instantly changing the color of the sky and earth. The phantom of the Ancestral Witch appeared, and the shadow of Pangu loomed in and out of sight. He stood at the center of the formation, holding the Demon Emperor Sword, his killing intent condensed to its extreme, as if the power of the entire formation had been poured into his body.

Mara sneered, "The Lich Age is long gone; your shabby formation is nothing but a joke!"

boom!

With all six treasures unleashed, the sea of ​​blood roared furiously, like a celestial river surging backward, pressing down on Ye Feng.

"Sword, come!"

Ye Feng's eyes flashed, and his voice rang out like a bell.

A bizarre scene unfolded—the surging sea of ​​blood abruptly stopped in mid-air, as if frozen solid by some invisible force.

"Sword, come!"

As the second sound fell, the Demon Emperor Sword trembled violently, and terrifying sword intent swept across the eight wastelands.

The First Sword of Primordial Chaos! The Third Sword of Primordial Chaos! Both strikes are unleashed simultaneously!

In an instant, countless primordial sword energies swirled around him, converging into a dazzling river of swords that stretched across the void. Each wisp of sword light contained the power to create heaven and earth, soaring across the sky and condensing into two vast, ancient, cold swords that could cleave through everything.

Bo Xun's expression changed drastically, and fear appeared in his eyes for the first time.

"Impossible! You only have nine Yuanhui of magical power, how could you possibly unleash such a sword technique?!"

He was deeply shaken and could not comprehend it—this level of sword intent was almost touching the threshold of sainthood!

Before the thought had even faded, the twin swords had already arrived!

Boom—!

As the sword light cleaved down, space cracked open into an abyss. The Primordial Sword Qi was unreasonable, unpredictable, and devoid of any trickery; it had only one word: Slash!

It does not break all laws, nor create all phenomena, nor differentiate or transform—it forms its own path, surpassing all laws, and is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, slaying enemies the moment it is drawn!

The sea of ​​blood shattered!

The sword's momentum continues, its sharp edge aimed directly at Mara!

puff--!

Blood splattered, and where the sword had slashed, the surface was smooth as a mirror, leaving no trace. Bo Xun's blood-stained robe ripped apart inch by inch, revealing his true form—grotesque and terrifying!

Skin and bones, veins bulging, face twisted like a demon, after being injured by sword energy, flesh rolled up, demonic blood gushed out, and the body quickly withered away.

Ye Feng felt a chill run down his spine, but then he saw Bo Xun's lips curl into a sinister smile.

A gust of cold wind brushed past my ears, and a chilling aura permeated the surroundings, causing the atmosphere of the world to suddenly change strangely.

—He didn't die.

Ye Feng frowned.

"The art of immortality?"

This Mara has clearly mastered an immortal divine power secretly passed down by the Asura race. But such a heaven-defying method must come at an astonishing price—at this moment, he is like a withered corpse, his face is ferocious, half-human and half-ghost, and just one look at him is enough to send chills down one's spine.

Although his appearance was terrifying, his aura became increasingly violent, even stronger than before.

Even more bizarrely, a blood-red longsword appeared in his hand without his knowledge.

The sword was entirely crimson, exuding a murderous aura that soared to the heavens. Wherever its sharp edge pointed, even the void trembled.

On either side of the sword's spine, two ancient characters are engraved, glowing faintly:

Asura! The Six Paths!

That "Asura" side, with its rolling blood light, resembled a blazing sun rising from hell, dazzling and scorching the soul.

On the "Six Paths" side, it was even more sinister—six streams of black energy swirled and intertwined, actually evolving into the image of reincarnation in the void, as if countless beings were sinking, reincarnating, and wailing endlessly within it.

After Ye Feng finished reading, his eyes flashed slightly, and he understood.

"No wonder your Asura clan has been entrenched in the depths of the Underworld for so many years; it turns out you've been secretly spying on the path of reincarnation."

The Six Paths of Reincarnation were located above the endless sea of ​​blood of the Styx Ancestor, and the Asura clan, being close by, naturally had the advantage.

"Haha!" Mara threw his head back and laughed, his voice hoarse and bone-scraping, even more sinister than before. "You do have some discernment, but unfortunately—it's too late! To forge this sword, I plunged into the abyss of blood, enduring countless eons of soul-corroding torment, comprehending the power of reincarnation for countless millennia, finally creating this weapon that severs reincarnation! Let's see how you withstand it!"

"Severing the cycle of reincarnation?"

Ye Feng suddenly chuckled, his tone ambiguous.

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about the power of reincarnation. You use the path of reincarnation to forge a sword, and then you turn around and try to kill people through reincarnation... No wonder you've turned yourself into this inhuman and ghostly state."

"Shut up!" Mara roared, his eyes wide open. "You are nothing but a golden crow in the mortal realm, how could you understand the endless years I have endured in the underworld! The principles of reincarnation are not for you to presume to discuss!"

Ye Feng remained expressionless, only gently shaking his head.

This nonchalant attitude, however, thoroughly enraged Mara.

He suddenly raised his hand and swung the blood-red sword—

boom!

A terrifying aura surged into the sky, and a huge vortex split open in the void, revealing six illusory figures, which were clearly the image of the Six Paths of Reincarnation!

In an instant, the wailing of ghosts and howls resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Hundreds of millions of evil spirits crawled out of the vortex, densely packed and countless, each one twisted and roaring, as if enduring torture from which there was no eternal release.

The malevolent energy and vengeful spirits intertwined, coalescing in the air into a gigantic skull that blotted out the sky. Its massive mouth opened, its menacing fangs biting towards the heavens, as if it wanted to devour the entire world.

"Die amidst this sea of ​​ghosts devouring my soul!"

With a flick of his finger, Bo Xun unleashed a roaring skull that pressed down.

Ye Feng remained standing, a smile playing on his lips, looking up at the colossal object and slowly shaking his head.

"What a pity, you are the one who truly doesn't understand reincarnation."

Before the words were finished, Houtu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, suddenly appeared. With a slight movement, the Six Paths of Reincarnation vortex reappeared in the air.

The moment the skull touched the vortex, it was as if it had encountered its natural enemy, screaming and disintegrating. The billions of evil spirits were powerless to resist and were swallowed up by the power of reincarnation, instantly entering the reincarnation channel, where they could no longer cause trouble.

"You can actually control the power of reincarnation?!"

His trump card crumbled instantly, and Bo Xun's expression changed drastically.

Ye Feng certainly can.

He once went to the underworld and received the personal inheritance from Houtu. The Great Dao of Reincarnation was already imprinted on his soul.

But Bo Xun had been trapped in the Blood Sea Abyss for too long and had never seen that scene.

Reincarnation is his greatest reliance.

The Asura clan endured for many years, diligently studying and researching, all for the sake of using the power of reincarnation to fight their way back to the mortal realm and reclaim their destiny.

Unfortunately, I was unlucky.

They bumped into Ye Feng.

Both utilize the power of reincarnation, but one is a legitimate successor, while the other is a charlatan who learned it through unorthodox means—the difference in their abilities is immediately apparent.

Mara made a lot of noise and summoned billions of evil spirits, but they were all sent into the cycle of reincarnation, not one of them was spared.

He finally figured out the key point, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"So... Houtu actually passed on the power of reincarnation to you!"

Shock, anger, and resentment surged through my heart.

The Styx Ancestor coveted reincarnation countless times, but was always ignored by Houtu. The entire Asura clan could only try to figure it out on their own, but ultimately failed and became a nobody.

But he couldn't understand why Houtu would entrust such supreme power to a golden crow.

It's important to know that during the primordial era, the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan were mortal enemies.

"The ways of Heaven are unpredictable; nothing is impossible," Ye Feng said calmly.

"I refuse to accept this." Mara gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, still refusing to bow his head.

Ye Feng gently shook his head.

"The Styx Ancestor created the Asura Clan by imitating the path of his predecessors, taking a crooked and unorthodox approach. This path was destined to be unable to support the turmoil of the Three Realms."

These words were like knives, piercing straight to the heart. Before the words had even finished, Ye Feng had already arrived with his sword drawn. His steps were unhurried, yet each step seemed to tread on a crack in spacetime. The surrounding void seemed to freeze into ice, and even the sound of the wind stopped.

Bo Xun's pupils contracted sharply, his heart trembled violently, and he found himself unable to move, only able to watch helplessly as the sword slowly fell.

The Demon Emperor's Sword was drawn, and its sword energy surged like a tide, one wave after another, tearing the heavens and earth apart.

The sword wounds the flesh, but its intent slays the gods!

The sword light finally struck, and with a spray of blood, Mara's head flew into the sky, his neck gushing blood like a fountain.

This sword strike contained the power of reincarnation, completely disintegrating the immortal body and crushing the primordial spirit into nothingness. Both body and spirit were annihilated, and the sword was utterly obliterated beyond the Three Realms.

The winner is Ye Feng.

This battle marked his first time slaying a Quasi-Saint, truly breaking through that insurmountable barrier.

boom--!

The Demon Emperor Sword was swung once more, causing space to shatter inch by inch, like broken glass.

At the very moment Mara fell, deep within the underworld, the sea of ​​blood churned, and the once lifeless sea suddenly exploded with towering waves of blood!

The waves crashed against the shore, their menacing aura soaring to the sky!

A figure emerged from the blood-red waves and stood on the sea surface—it was the Styx Ancestor. He gazed at the sky, speechless for a long time, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger, surprise, and even a hint of... apprehension.

Immediately afterwards, three dark figures appeared and knelt down in front.

One of them looked up, his body radiating a murderous aura, no less than that of the former Mara.

"Ancestor, Mara is dead."

Styx nodded slowly, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"Imitating the predecessors? In the end, it's nothing more than a poor imitation... Ha, what a golden crow, what a fine Reincarnation Sword technique."

After speaking, his expression turned cold, his gaze swept over the three of them, and his voice was deep and thunderous:

"Before the Journey to the West is over, the Asura race shall not set foot in the sea of ​​blood."

"...Yes, ma'am."