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

He looked at Ye Feng and said in a low voice, "Benefactor, why go against the will of Heaven? You are a Golden Crow, a naturally born spiritual bird with profound blessings. Why not follow this humble monk to the Western Paradise, cultivate Buddhism, and be forever free from calamities? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

His left hand trembled almost imperceptibly, his heart filled with shock at the power of Ye Feng's sword.

At the same time, he was secretly pleased: This person is only a Taiyi Golden Immortal, yet he already has such combat power. If he can capture him and restrain him, his status in Buddhism will surely rise, and he will be the leader below the Four Great Bodhisattvas.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's expression changed drastically, and he flew into a rage: "You bald monk! You're the one who should be a monk! Your whole family should shave their heads and become monks! Go to hell!"

With a roar, he unleashed seven sword strikes in quick succession, seven golden rainbows traversing the sky, intersecting and crisscrossing, their intense heat distorting space as if to burn through heaven and earth.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta's expression changed. He wondered what words had offended the bird, that it had provoked such fury.

What's wrong with being a monk?

With a wave of his wide sleeves, layers of walls of light appeared one after another.

At the same time, he chanted incantations, and a phantom image of a mighty celestial dragon rose into the air to meet the torrent of sword energy.

However, the sword energy was too fierce, and the Wall of Light shattered instantly, even severing the illusory dragon in two.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta clasped his hands together in a mudra, preparing to unleash even greater supernatural powers. His expression, however, was already as solemn as an abyss, as if he were facing not a Taiyi Golden Immortal, but a true Daluo Golden Immortal.

At that very moment, the sky suddenly split open, and a crimson lightning net fell from the heavens, covering all directions and blocking the seven sword energies.

boom--!

The world was filled with the piercing screams of thunder and sword energy clashing, so loud they made my eardrums ache.

The lightning bolts dissipated under the sword energy, and suddenly the red light receded, and the lightning net transformed into seven lightning pillars, accurately hitting each sword energy.

Sizzle—!

A crimson light shone brightly, and everyone closed their eyes and covered their eyes, unable to look directly at it.

The sword energy unleashed by Ye Feng was completely obliterated by the lightning pillar.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta slowly released his Buddha mudra, raised his head and looked up. He saw Wen Zhong riding a black Qilin in the sky, with the twenty-four Heavenly Kings of the Thunder Department standing in formation behind him, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

He thought to himself, "The Heavenly Court's Thunder Department is indeed not to be underestimated."

Even Ye Feng's gaze darkened.

"Senior brother, I, Old Sun, am here to help you!"

Suddenly, a roar erupted, and a golden ape clad in golden chainmail burst forth, wielding a golden cudgel, its aura soaring to the heavens, charging straight towards Wen Zhong and the gods of the Thunder Department—

Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared and crashed into them. A flash of light and a loud clang followed, striking the tip of the golden cudgel.

Sparks flew everywhere, the aftershocks reverberated for miles, and mountains in the surrounding area collapsed.

The Monkey King's body trembled slightly, and the person and beast opposite him took three steps back.

The newcomer was none other than Zhang Kui, the Seven Killings Star Lord, who rode his one-horned black smoke beast at breakneck speed.

The two sides had fought before at the Battle of Nantianmen, so the monkey recognized him at a glance: "It's you."

Zhang Kui brandished his sword and coldly shouted, "It's not just me!"

Before the words were even finished, a sudden warning struck the monkey, and he abruptly swung his golden cudgel to the left to block—

A deafening roar erupted, and a star lord wielding a long axe appeared out of thin air. The monkey's arm went numb, and he was secretly shocked: What incredible strength!

On the other hand, the star lord was also shaken and took two steps back, his wrist aching, and his eyes immediately became serious.

It turns out that this mischievous monkey was not just a name; he truly possessed real skills.

This person is the Star Lord of Destruction, one of the Three Killers.

Before he could even get his footing, another spear came hurtling through the air. The monkey dodged it by tilting his head and then swept it out with his other hand.

In the blink of an eye, several moves had passed, and the Spear Star Lord was forced to retreat.

Greedy Wolf Star Lord, the last of the three killings.

These three star lords, who control the calamities of the Heavenly Court and are awe-inspiring throughout the Three Realms, are especially led by Zhang Kui, the Seven Killers.

Tonight, all three parties have gathered, solely to encircle and annihilate this monkey.

In an instant, three figures trapped the monkey in the center, with flashes of swords and spears, and the aftershocks surging like thunder.

Below, the sea was raging with towering waves; Huaguo Mountain was shaking violently, and the city of Aolai, a hundred miles away, was also in imminent danger, with its buildings collapsing.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Jing immediately ordered 50,000 heavenly soldiers to form an array in the air, with the three marshals of the Lingxiao Palace guarding the four directions as the core of the array, effectively sealing off the battlefield above Huaguo Mountain.

Otherwise, once it spreads to the mortal realm, countless lives will be lost.

With the formation complete, he commanded the remaining heavenly soldiers, pointing a finger at Flower Fruit Mountain: "Kill!"

The heavenly soldiers shouted in unison, their voices pouring down like a torrential rain.

The mountain was well prepared; thousands of monkeys, armed with sticks and knives, leaped among the rocks to meet the enemy.

The Demon King of the Seventy-Two Caves also led his followers out to fight the Twenty-Eight Constellations. Several of them attacked one of them, and the sounds of battle shook the wilderness.

The Black Bear Spirit stood on high ground and observed for a moment. Knowing that Ye Feng didn't need help, he turned his gaze and saw the Monkey King being suppressed by the three Star Lords. He immediately roared, "Seventh Brother! I, Old Bear, am here!"

Despite his robust physique, he moved swiftly and dashed away.

Before he could get close, a red ribbon suddenly fell from the sky, like a venomous snake coiling around his neck.

The black bear was startled and rolled away to avoid it.

A flaming spear suddenly pierced through the clouds and stabbed down, prompting him to hastily raise his halberd to meet it—

clang!

The immense force struck, and the black bear spirit staggered back three steps, his tiger's mouth nearly splitting open.

Upon closer inspection, a handsome young man rode in on fire; it was none other than Nezha, the Third Prince, who had once fought against Ye Feng.

Black Bear shook his numb wrist and wondered to himself: How can this kid be so strong?

The master wasn't this fierce when he taught boxing.

Nezha, holding his Fire-Tipped Spear, chuckled: "Black Bear Spirit, you've got some skill. I'll spar with you for a bit."

After speaking, the spear shot out like a dragon, and the sky was filled with crimson spear shadows.

The black bear spirit fought desperately to block the attack, reacting hastily and facing numerous dangers.

In the heat of battle, he roared, "You were lazy and didn't put in any effort before, but now you're fighting me with all your might. Why is that?"

Nezha sneered, "You fool, you don't know your place! Behold my magic weapon!"

With a flick of the spear tip, a gold brick flew through the air and smashed straight at the black bear.

The black bear dodged to the side, the gold brick fell to the ground and exploded with a bang, instantly turning a mountain into ruins.

Unbeknownst to anyone, when Nezha made his move to intercept him, Wen Zhong, the leader of the Thunder Department, quietly withdrew his gaze.

Just now, the black bear spirit wanted to rush to the monkey's aid, and immediately caught his eye.

If he were to actually reach the core battlefield, he would likely be immediately met with concentrated fire from the Thunder Department, struck by heavenly lightning, and reduced to ashes in an instant.

At this moment, shouts of battle filled the air, both in the sky and on the ground.

Heavenly soldiers and demons clashed in a chaotic battle, constellations clashed with the demon king, and divine generals fought against monsters, staining the clouds with blood.

At this time, the Thunder Department and the Fire Department were unable to unleash large-scale supernatural powers. They could only disperse their formation and wait for an opportunity to strike. Occasionally, lightning would strike down or heavenly fire would burn the sky, and they would choose their enemies to attack.

Ye Feng stood in the center of the battle, his expression serene, his eyes unfathomable.

He knew very well that, in terms of top experts and the quality of its troops, Huaguo Mountain was far from being a match for the Heavenly Army.

The key to victory or defeat lies solely with him.

In this mythical world, true powerhouses are capable of turning the tide.

If he wins, the entire situation can be salvaged.

His opponents... were two Great Immortals.

As the gaze falls, the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta stands serenely in the void, smiling compassionately.

The Demon Emperor Sword was slowly raised, its cold light flickering. Ye Feng coldly said, "Bald monk, leave now, and I may spare your life."

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and smiled, saying, "Benefactor, you are stubbornly deluded. You have a karmic connection with the Buddha and will enter the Western Paradise."

He quietly fastened the golden cymbals in his sleeve, waiting to find an opening so he could unleash them in one fell swoop, capture the golden crow, and then return west.

Ye Feng took in all his subtle movements, his expression unchanged, and uttered a cold voice: "Since you are so eager to die, I will grant your wish."

The Demon Emperor Sword was raised high, and a golden light quietly appeared behind him. The sharp sword intent bloomed layer by layer like a lotus flower, spreading through the void.

Ye Feng had never practiced swordsmanship, and when Bodhi preached, he said very little about the way of the sword.

However, most of the magical weapons he possessed were swords—the Demon Emperor Sword in his hand and the Primordial Heaven-Slaying Sword, which had not yet been drawn from its sheath, were both extremely sharp.

Therefore, even without any prior knowledge of the methods, he could only comprehend the true essence of sword intent on his own.

I have gained some understanding now, but I am still far from being a true master of swordsmanship.

In an instant, Ye Feng swung his sword, and a sword light condensed into the shape of a lotus, shooting across the sky. Wherever the golden lotus passed, the void froze, and all things were burned and pierced.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta, with a solemn expression, also felt the threat approaching. He immediately released the golden cymbals and uttered a Buddhist chant.

In an instant, the Buddha's light surged, and auspicious clouds churned above his head, transforming into an acre of auspicious light, within which appeared a golden body: with four faces and eight arms, each holding a different implement—a necklace, a parasol, a bowl, a wooden fish, prayer beads, a vajra, a fish-shaped pendant, and a golden bell, all incomparably solemn.

Faced with the oncoming sword lotus, a relic suddenly appeared between the golden body's brows, bursting forth with boundless light.

He then jerked his arm and threw out the vajra.

In an instant, the world transformed into a Buddha's Pure Land, and with a deafening roar, it collided head-on with the sword lotus.

That moment of brilliance was more than the annihilation of stars.

Space cracked inch by inch, sword energy and Buddhist light intertwined and surged forth, and the earth below continued to collapse and tear apart.

Even the 50,000 heavenly soldiers and generals arrayed in the sky felt an overwhelming pressure, as if the aftershocks were vast and overwhelming, like mountains and seas collapsing, almost impossible to resist.

After a long while, the golden body of the Bodhisattva raised its hand and guided the Vajra back through the air, while the sword lotus had already vanished without a trace.

Ye Feng's gaze was calm, but his heart was filled with dread: Is this the full-force attack of a Great Luo Golden Immortal?

It was truly terrifying.

Previously, when he fought with Ksitigarbha, the other party had actually held back his strength. He did not expect that he possessed a superior innate spiritual treasure, which is why he was able to be attacked with a single sword strike, injuring the Buddha's body.

But Ye Feng showed no fear.

He had anticipated the decisive battle against a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

Without the power to personally slay a Great Luo Immortal, all plans and schemes will ultimately be in vain.

In this world, strength ultimately reigns supreme.

Strategy, scheming, and resourcefulness all require the support of overwhelming power.

Otherwise, it's nothing more than a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water, which can be shattered with a single punch.

The golden body of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva raised its eight arms, and eight Buddhist treasures locked onto Ye Feng, with the sound of chanting resounding and shaking the heavens and earth.

"You vile beast, why don't you surrender now!"

From within the alms bowl, a beam of Buddhist light descended, attempting to envelop Ye Feng.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the void.

Even the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta could not see where he came from—he only saw that he was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a wine pot.

As soon as the person appeared, he lifted the lid of the pot, and a vast suction force suddenly erupted, instantly sucking Ye Feng and himself into the pot.

"Aka pine nuts!"

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta roared angrily, and the Buddha's light from the alms bowl followed closely behind, enveloping the wine pot.

However, the pot trembled slightly, and the Buddha's light shattered instantly, like glass collapsing.

The Bodhisattva had no choice but to stop, his golden body disappeared, and his face turned ashen.

He suddenly realized that he had become an asset in someone else's game.

This Chisongzi was cunning and calculating, always lying in wait, observing from the sidelines, waiting for the right opportunity to act.

Now, by using a spatial artifact to take the two away, it is clear that they intend to create a battlefield isolated from the outside world.

This pot is not a weapon for attacking or fighting, but a pure yang immortal pot used by the ancient Eastern King in the primordial era. It was used specifically to hold wine and could contain water from all four seas. The pot contained its own world, a universe within itself.

Even the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta could not break through it in a short time.

Within the pot, Ye Feng felt his surroundings suddenly change, and he found himself in a dark and empty place.

Moved by something, he looked up and saw a figure standing in front of him—only two people remained in this world.