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

The whistling sound tore through the air; this strike contained the power of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. Once it hit, the head would surely shatter, and the soul would be lost.

Even more fatal is that the cold and yin energy within it is extremely effective against the Golden Crow's origin. Even if Ye Feng is proficient in the Thirty-Six Transformations and Seventy-Two Transformations, it will be extremely difficult for him to escape the transformation.

This tactic is almost guaranteed to succeed.

Just as he was certain of his decision, he suddenly noticed a sly smile flash across Ye Feng's eyes.

not good!

The idea had barely formed when it was too late to change course.

With a flick of his sleeve, Ye Feng released a bamboo cane that slipped silently into his palm, its surface shimmering with a seven-colored halo.

With a slight lift of his wrist, he swept his bamboo staff through the air, and with a whoosh, the One Yuan Heavy Water Cage that had trapped Huang Yu Mace instantly crumbled.

Then, with a flick of the staff, it pointed directly at the magic weapon.

A tremendous force, far beyond Chisongzi's comprehension, suddenly descended, and the Wild Rain Mace flew out with a thud, its surface covered with cracks, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

"What is this?"

Before he could recover from his shock, the Demon Emperor Sword had already torn through the void and was aimed straight at his eyes.

The situation reversed in an instant.

The sword shadow drew near, its scorching heat assaulting the senses, as if even the pupils were about to be burned away.

Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal's body is in danger of destruction at this moment.

But Chisongzi's expression remained unchanged.

Suddenly he smiled, raised his right hand, and an ancient bronze nail shot out from the air, its entire body swirling with a sinister aura.

when--!

A crisp sound echoed within the pot, lingering for a long time.

The Demon Emperor Sword hovered in mid-air, its tip firmly held in place by the bronze nail. A violent and chilling aura spread out, like the nemesis of the true fire of the sun, icy and bone-chilling.

Even Ye Feng felt a tightness in his chest and a surge of blood when he sensed this aura.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chisongzi gracefully retreated, laughing loudly: "Golden Crow, today is your end! These 108 Divine Fiend Nails were personally forged by the Ancestral Witch Xuanming, specifically designed to counter your Golden Crow bloodline. I have been planning this for a hundred years, just to make you lower your guard at this moment."

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around.

Unbeknownst to them, a ring of bronze nails had quietly appeared, encircling their entire body, echoing each other, forming an ancient formation, and resonating with the nails in front of them.

There were exactly one hundred and eight, not one missing.

Farewell, Golden Crow!

Chisongzi sneered and waved his hand. In an instant, the 108 Divine Demon Nails ignited with eerie green flames, and a cold wind howled.

Ye Feng felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been locked onto by a venomous snake, his limbs stiff and cold, unable to move.

In the next instant, all the Divine Fiend Nails rose into the air and thrust forward simultaneously.

Space was frozen solid, the body was as heavy as a mountain, and even the power to escape was sealed off.

Chisongzi stood quietly in the distance, gently shaking his head, as if he could already see Ye Feng's fate of being annihilated.

He even began to ponder what to do with the bamboo staff and the Demon Emperor's sword after this person's demise.

The Demon Emperor Sword requires the essence and blood of the Golden Crow to activate it, and I may not be able to refine it myself;

But that bamboo staff was clearly a peerless treasure. In the brief exchange just now, its power was no less than that of the Demon Emperor's Sword, and it contained a vast and orthodox power, seemingly originating from the same source as heaven and earth.

Where did the Golden Crow obtain such a treasure?

The Divine Fiend Nail was almost upon them, yet Ye Feng remained standing still, seemingly resigned to his fate.

Just as the nail tip was about to pierce his body, he suddenly moved.

With a sudden hurling of his hands, twelve flag gates shot into the sky, their malevolent aura sweeping in all directions, as if an ancient demon god had awakened.

His resentment was boundless, and his killing intent soared to the heavens, as if he wanted to disrupt the universe and return it to chaos.

The flag gate opened, and all 108 divine nails flew backward under this force, shattering the attack.

With a flick of his finger, Ye Feng revealed a grotesque phantom of a colossal beast on one of the flags: covered in bone spurs, terrifying and chilling, its aura spreading in all directions.

The phantom roared silently, its giant mouth opening wide to suck in the entire Primal Heavy Water and Divine Fiend Nails.

As yin energy was infused, the illusory image gradually solidified, almost transforming into reality.

Chisongzi's expression changed drastically. As an ancient Golden Immortal, he recognized the truth at a glance and exclaimed in shock, "The Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons? The Twelve Ancestral Witches? Impossible!"

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden warning signal struck him, and he quickly waved his hand, causing a water shield to materialize out of thin air.

laugh--!

The water surface cracked, and a demon god with four wings and six legs appeared like a ghost from the side, its sharp claws sweeping across, splattering blood!

Dijiang's speed was extremely fast.

Chisongzi had no time to react.

His left arm was torn off on the spot, and the blood of the Great Luo was sprayed all over the void. The intense pain made his consciousness tremble.

Instinctively, he leaped backward to create distance.

He used his internal energy to stop the bleeding, his gaze filled with grief and indignation as he looked at the severed arm—his immortal body, which he had painstakingly cultivated for thousands of years, and who knew how many years it would take to restore it.

He turned his head and saw that the demon was holding his severed arm, grinning at him, opening its huge mouth, and chewing the arm up and swallowing it.

Chisongzi's pupils constricted sharply, and he screamed in terror, "Ancestral Witch Dijiang!"

He turned to run away.

But the next moment, he suddenly realized that the surrounding area was filled with malevolent energy, and it was no longer the void space he had been in before.

Twelve flags hung high, surrounding him in the center.

He had actually fallen into the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons.

My heart sank, and a sense of foreboding washed over me.

Ye Feng stood at the center of the formation, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said calmly, "Well? Now, who's going to sigh?"

Chisongzi stood silently, his voice trembling with horror: "Ye Feng, how dare you violate the forbidden laws of the Three Realms, refine the Chengdu Heavenly God and Demon Formation, and even reshape the form of the Ancestral Witch—aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven and earth, becoming an unforgivable public enemy?"

Ye Feng smiled, his lips curving upwards to reveal perfectly aligned teeth: "How could I not be afraid? But the dead... never speak. Don't you think so?"

Before he could finish speaking, Chisongzi's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly heard a howling wind in his ears.

He instinctively turned his head, and an arm grazed his face, causing a burning pain. The speed was unbelievable, as violent as the collapse of heaven and earth, and five deep marks had already appeared on his cheek.

Immediately afterwards, a second arm shadow struck!

Chisongzi let out a sharp shout, his mind racing, and the water curtain in his palm suddenly unfolded. He stepped forward with a powerful movement, and the water element surged, transforming into a Bagua water formation to surround the enemy. He made a series of hand seals, condensing "Heavenly One Water Thunder", and in an instant, lightning rained down from the sky.

However, Di Jiang remained unmoved. He had just taken on human form and had no divine consciousness yet. Only a wisp of Ye Feng's will in his mind drove his beast-like fighting instincts.

With all six arms outstretched, it suddenly tore apart—the Bagua Water Formation shattered instantly! All the water mines that day struck its body, yet not even a trace was left.

"So incredibly powerful!"

Chisongzi was deeply shaken. He was born in the end times of the primordial era and had never seen the true face of the Ancestral Witches. By then, the Demon Court had long been destroyed, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had scattered into the void, leaving only legends.

Although he had fought against the great shamans of the Chiyou tribe—those great shamans were strong enough to uproot mountains and whose bodies were indestructible—none of them could compare to Dijiang before him, who could completely ignore his Heavenly One Water Thunder!

But Dijiang ignored his shock and charged forward again, his attacks coming in waves.

The moves appeared chaotic, yet they contained a chilling killing intent, like a storm that left Chisongzi with almost no chance to breathe.

The Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence and blood of Pangu. They were born with a natural affinity for combat, and every strike originated from the fighting instinct deep within their bloodline. This was the way of fighting that best suited their origins.

In just a few breaths, Chisongzi had been severely injured dozens of times, his body covered in wounds and dripping with blood, and he finally coughed up blood and flew backward.

Dijiang grew increasingly frenzied in battle, as if awakening his dormant bloodthirsty nature.

In his initial physical form, his cultivation was only at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, comparable to Chi Songzi. However, in close combat, even if three Chi Songzi joined forces, they would find it difficult to withstand his sharpness, not to mention that one of his arms had already been severed.

Ye Feng observed the situation with a cold eye; the outcome was already clear. Concerned about the external situation, he raised one hand towards the sky, activating the formation.

In an instant, the baleful aura within the formation surged, and Chisongzi's spiritual power was suppressed by another third.

At the same time, Xuanming, who had just condensed a trace of true form on the Divine Fiend Banner, suddenly opened his mouth—one hundred and eight bone spikes shot out from the air, carrying the momentum of slaughtering gods and destroying Buddhas, and whistled as they pierced towards Chisongzi!

Even as he was retreating hastily, Chishongzi still sensed impending doom. With his last ounce of strength, he swung his arm, and a wall of "Heavenly True Water" appeared before him.

The bone spurs struck the water wall, but were all obstructed.

Xuanming had not yet fully taken human form, and his power was limited. But in that split second, a flaw appeared in his defense—

Dijiang's figure flashed, turning into a blur as he rushed to his side!

The next instant, Chishongzi glanced sideways and saw the blood of the Great Luo gushing into the sky. Looking down, he saw that his body had been cut in half at the waist!

Looking up, he saw the lingering shadow of Dijiang approaching again, and his head felt light—it had completely separated from his torso.

Ye Feng stood on high ground, never moving a finger.

Chisongzi was already exhausted and suppressed by the great formation, so there was no chance of survival.

Let alone him, even if Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva himself were to fall into this formation, his chances of escaping would be uncertain, and he would most likely perish here.

The corpse was broken into three pieces, and the blood of the Great Luo contained vast energy, causing the entire Heavenly God and Fiend Array to rain down blood.

On the flag, the phantom images of eleven ancestral witches appeared one after another, opening their mouths to drink the falling blood rain.

……

As they were devoured, their outlines became clearer and gradually solidified.

Just then, a primordial spirit suddenly burst out from within Chishongzi's body, attempting to escape the great formation and enter the cycle of reincarnation.

However, the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons is a world unto itself. Those who enter the array are as if trapped in an endless void. How can they escape easily?

Dijiang spread his wings and caught up in an instant, grabbing the primordial spirit with one hand, putting it into his mouth, chewing it vigorously, and swallowing it into his stomach.

At the same time, the illusory figure below drew in the remains of Chisongzi—his head and upper body flew toward the flag.

She opened her mouth and swallowed, taking her head and chest cavity entirely into the flag.

A moment later, Dijiang returned, opened his massive maw, and devoured the remaining remains. In an instant, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, becoming increasingly profound and unfathomable.

The Xuanming, formed from the white bones below, has become even more solid, already possessing three-tenths of its true form.

The remaining phantom images of ancestral witches on the flags are all more lifelike because they have drunk the blood of the Great Luo.

Ye Feng was satisfied. He waved his hand to summon Di Jiang back to his position and prepared to retract the great formation.

Just then, he suddenly noticed that one of the flag gates was subtly different.

It was an inconspicuous flag gate, but the other sides all revealed the true form of the Ancestral Witch, with a ferocious appearance, like an ancient demon god, with a murderous aura that chilled people to the bone.

Only on this side, the figure of a woman in white was reflected. Her body remained unchanged, but her face was blurred, making it difficult to discern her features.

However, she possessed an extraordinary temperament, a dignified and imposing presence, and an aura of authority without anger.

While the other illusory figures of the Ancestral Witches rushed towards the blood of the Great Luo, she alone stood still, as if she had no desire for that supreme treasure.

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons is a gift from the system and is absolutely flawless.

Now that all the other ancestral witches have manifested normally, only this one flag gate is different from the norm, and there is only one explanation—

Ancestral God Houtu!

She... is she still alive?

Ye Feng's heart trembled as he recalled the various secrets he had heard in his previous life, and he secretly resolved never to easily step into the Netherworld again.

But then I thought back to the last time I destroyed the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva temple, I also used the Dutian Great Formation, and there was nothing unusual at that time. Could it be that my suspicions have led to my demise?

He pondered for a moment, but could not find an answer. So he simply wrote it down for the time being, and if he had the opportunity to return to Fangcun Mountain in the future, he would definitely ask Patriarch Bodhi for some guidance.

He then waved his hand to retract the flag gate, and with a flash, returned to the world within the gourd. Looking up, he transformed into a golden light, piercing straight through the void.