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

The Chaos Golden Crow Technique was created by Donghuang Taiyi after many years of arduous cultivation and comprehension of his own Golden Crow origin. It is a supreme technique tailored specifically for the Golden Crow clan.

This method not only cultivates magical power, but also refines the body, achieving a state of dual cultivation of inner and outer strength, ultimately reaching a transcendent level.

Even without the Eastern Emperor Bell, Donghuang Taiyi could still physically confront the Ancestral Witches without being at a disadvantage.

Ye Feng has cultivated this technique for a long time, and his physical body has long been tempered to the pinnacle. No Taiyi Golden Immortal could possibly contend with him in terms of physique—unless they were a Great Witch of the same level.

Although the Bull Demon King was born with superhuman strength, he was ultimately limited by his insufficient physical strength and was sent flying by Ye Feng's attack.

Ye Feng looked up and saw a monstrous demonic aura suddenly erupt from the collapsed mountainside in the distance, sending rocks flying into the sky and shaking the earth.

The Bull Demon King roared as he charged forward, resembling an awakened ancient beast with bloodshot eyes and boiling killing intent.

He had roamed freely in Xiniu Hezhou for countless years, and had never suffered such humiliation.

He swung the iron rod high, pouring all his strength into it. With a sweep of his hand, a huge rod shadow stretched across the sky, ignoring any distance, and appeared beside Ye Feng in an instant.

Ye Feng lightly raised the withered bamboo in his hand and gently blocked it. With a crisp "snap," he easily neutralized this earth-shattering attack.

"Um?"

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, a strange feeling passing through his heart.

It's too light.

This strike was clearly powerful, but when it landed on the bamboo staff, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without any feedback.

In fact, he had already noticed something amiss during their previous encounters, but he wasn't sure yet.

This withered bamboo seemed to be able to silently absorb and quietly neutralize any force exerted by the opponent.

If true, such characteristics are far too terrifying.

On the other hand, the Bull Demon King was even more shocked and furious, his copper bell-like eyes wide open as if about to burst – his all-out attack had been blocked so easily.

Ye Feng didn't give him time to think. He flicked his bamboo staff to deflect the iron rod, then touched the air with his toes and suddenly rose into the sky.

He intended to change battlefields.

If the two continue fighting on the ground, it will inevitably lead to widespread bloodshed if things get out of control.

Even if he possessed the supernatural power to manipulate creation and restore all things, it would still be a laborious and exhausting process.

Seeing him ascend into the sky, the Bull Demon King snorted coldly, raised a cloud of demonic energy beneath his feet, and brandished his iron cudgel in hot pursuit.

The two moved with lightning speed, breaking through the towering clouds in an instant, their figures disappearing into the vastness.

Below, Wukong and several demon kings were about to ascend into the sky to watch the battle, but were stopped by the Jiao Demon King.

"There's no need for you to come in person."

He pointed to the center, and the wine in his cup rose on its own, condensing into a water mirror on the stone table, clearly reflecting the battle in the sky.

"Wonderful!" exclaimed the Monkey King.

Above the clouds, Ye Feng and the Bull Demon King were locked in a fierce battle.

The Bull Demon King used all his skills, wielding his iron cudgel with the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, each strike possessing the power to split mountains and shatter peaks.

Ye Feng, however, only used one hand to hold a bamboo staff to deal with the attacks. No matter how fierce the attack was, it would disappear as soon as it touched the ground, like the wind brushing against the willows, or the clouds passing by without leaving a trace.

Fifty rounds passed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Feng felt increasingly confident and successful in the battle, and he gained a deeper understanding of the profound mystery of the bamboo staff.

Not only can it completely neutralize incoming attacks, but even more miraculously, it only requires a small amount of force from the user, which, when transmitted through the bamboo staff, can be amplified more than tenfold.

He sighed inwardly: Bodhi Patriarch really did not treat me perfunctorily.

Then he was shocked – this thing was clearly an ordinary dry bamboo that Bodhi had casually folded, how could it have such a miraculous effect?

Just how unfathomable is the realm of a sage?

The two fought fiercely, with Ye Feng gradually gaining momentum and even taking the opportunity to hone his martial arts skills; while the Bull Demon King became increasingly frustrated and nearly suffocated as the fight progressed.

Never in his life had he felt so humiliated—every time he launched an all-out attack, full of momentum, the moment he made contact with the withered bamboo, it was as if he had struck empty air, or as if he had hit cotton wool.

Even with immense divine power, there was nowhere to unleash it.

After another clash, Ye Feng used his bamboo staff to deflect the iron rod. He had already made up his mind about the strength of the Bull Demon King and decided to stop.

He slightly released his energy, and the two of them immediately retreated, creating a distance of tens of miles in the sky.

At that moment, Ye Feng slowly raised his left hand and pointed it at the Bull Demon King.

In an instant, thunder roared in the void, and nine bolts of purple lightning appeared out of thin air, encircling his body.

Before he could react, the lightning bolts connected to form a net, then suddenly contracted, transforming into a cage of divine punishment that firmly imprisoned him within.

The Bull Demon King snorted coldly and swung his Iron Cudgel out with tremendous force, tearing a huge gap in the lightning net.

The moment he broke through the blockade, a warning signal suddenly arose in his mind. In an instant, a streak of sword light shot out from the sea of ​​clouds below, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible, heading straight for his heart.

"It's nothing but trivial skills."

He chuckled softly, clenched his fist, and unleashed a surge of dark, demonic energy, fiercely meeting the sword shadow.

"Bang!"

As fist and sword collided, the flying sword shattered on the spot, turning into specks of cold light that scattered in all directions.

The Bull Demon King's gaze narrowed slightly as he was about to search for Ye Feng's location, but he suddenly noticed something unusual—the shattered sword fragments gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight.

The next instant, thousands of fragments suddenly fell, transforming into tiny, imperceptible flying needles, falling like rain.

He was slightly surprised, but not flustered. He lightly tapped the clouds with his iron rod, and the clouds surged into a wall that stretched across his front.

A burst of demonic energy erupted, causing a wall of clouds to extend, as soft as silk yet as hard as black iron.

The flying needles pierced through it, but were completely trapped, unable to advance an inch.

Just then, Ye Feng's figure appeared above his head like a ghost, his bamboo staff piercing the air and striking the bull's head.

"You've come at the perfect time."

The Bull Demon King roared like thunder, as if he had been prepared, and gripped his iron cudgel tightly with both hands, sweeping it upwards with all his might.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, there was no real sensation at the point of impact—Ye Feng's body disintegrated from the blow, transforming into countless golden flames that scattered and spread throughout the sky.

"A phantom? And what is this fire?"

He was on high alert, but he saw the golden flames scatter and then quickly connect, merging together within two breaths to form a raging cage of fire that trapped him firmly inside.

In the distant void, Ye Feng's true form appeared, raising one hand high. The Golden Crow True Flame was violently compressed and condensed, instantly forming a gilded spear. Its entire body was blazing, and the heat wave was overwhelming, even distorting the surrounding space.

Without hesitation, he hurled the flaming spear—it pierced the sky like a rainbow through the sun, heading straight for the Bull Demon King.

Everything happened in a flash, each link connected seamlessly.

Even with his unparalleled supernatural powers, the Bull Demon King would find it difficult to withstand such a series of deadly traps.

The demon kings below, watching the battle through the mirror, all gasped in astonishment.

The Demon King Peng remained calm and murmured, "From the very first sword strike, Ye Feng has been setting up a trap... The outcome is about to be revealed."

The gilded spear was already upon him; at the critical moment, the Bull Demon King suddenly unleashed a surprising attack—

He suddenly ripped off the cloak from his shoulder, flung it up, and completely covered himself with it.

The entire audience was stunned, and even Ye Feng was slightly taken aback.

This state is like that of a foolish bird in the mortal world that buries its head in the sand when it encounters danger, only to invite ridicule.

Can it really avert disaster?

Before the thought even finished, the flaming spear had already pierced through the cloak.

However, there was no one inside.

The Bull Demon King had already vanished without a trace.

Only the red robe slowly burned away in the golden flames, and the iron rod, having lost its master, fell into the abyss.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes.

This move, though unexpected, was also quite logical. Without such methods, how could he have roamed freely in Xiniu Hezhou for so many years?

You must understand, that's the heart of Buddhism, the location of Mount Ling, a place fraught with danger at every turn.

With a sudden thought, he looked down.

The world had been plunged into boundless darkness at some unknown time.

The once snow-white clouds have all turned into thick, gloomy black clouds, exuding a demonic aura so intense it's almost tangible.

The entire sky, spanning a radius of 100,000 li, was shrouded in this demonic cloud.

The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain was plunged into a deathly silence and darkness.

"The Bull Demon King... is he getting serious?" the Flood Dragon Demon King murmured, his voice trembling slightly.

The other demon kings looked solemn, and even the monkey's eyes flashed with unease.

The sheer magnitude of this demonic aura far exceeded everyone's expectations, making it difficult for them to breathe.

High in the sky, deep within the dark clouds, two crimson lights suddenly appeared, resembling two burning hills, terrifying and horrifying.

"Moo—!"

A deafening roar tore through the sky, black clouds swirled wildly, and a giant bull emerged from the clouds, its body so enormous that it could not be measured, measuring tens of thousands of feet in size, even more majestic than the main peak of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Its body was filled with demonic energy, like a raging sea, with overwhelming power.

"Finally showing his true colors?" Ye Feng's lips curled up slightly.

In battles among demons, no matter how skilled one is in human form, it is ultimately no match for the strength of the original form.

The Bull Demon King was driven to the brink of despair.

However, once its true form was revealed, it was truly astonishing—its demonic aura was as solid as armor, and its presence faintly surpassed that of a late-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal, approaching the realm of Great Perfection.

In this state, even a single collision can overcome skill with brute force. No matter how many schemes or supernatural abilities you employ, if your strength is insufficient, you will be utterly defeated.

But Ye Feng remained unfazed.

Not to mention that there are still two trump cards that have not been used: the Primordial Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Capital Heaven Divine Fiend Array.

Based on the current situation alone, he had nothing to fear.

The Bull Demon King roared and shattered the sea of ​​clouds with one foot. His massive body charged toward Ye Feng like a meteor.

Before him, Ye Feng was as insignificant as dust, as if he could be crushed into nothingness at any moment.

At this moment, Ye Feng remained unhurried, quietly hiding the bamboo staff in his sleeve. With a gentle stretch of his hands, golden light slowly rose from his body.

You want to fight me in my true form? Then I'll grant your wish.

At this peak, I will utterly crush you, leaving you with no chance of recovery.

The golden light intensified, and in the blink of an eye, his figure was completely engulfed by the dazzling radiance. The light was as hot as flames and as dazzling as the sun, tearing apart the demonic mist and dark clouds that covered tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

The world suddenly opened up, the temperature rose steadily, and above the vast sky, it seemed as if another sun had risen out of nowhere, illuminating the entire universe.

The Bull Demon King abruptly stopped, his charge halted abruptly. His eyes were stinging from the intense light, making it difficult to open them. He could only stare blankly at the unbearable sight before him.

The demon kings below were doing the same, yet they still tried their best to activate their divine senses, staring intently at the core of the golden light, attempting to glimpse the truth.

An aura originating from the primordial era spread out, an absolute suppression of bloodlines, surpassing all demons, causing all living beings to tremble instinctively.

The Roc Demon King struggled to open his eyes, his voice trembling slightly: "What...what exactly is his true form?"

The Demon King trembled slightly as long-buried ancient memories surged back like a tide. He had thought he had long forgotten that light—that terrifying pressure that made heaven and earth bow down and all things submit.

But now he finally understood that some marks never disappear.