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

Outside, the sounds of fighting had already reached a fever pitch.

The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain became a battleground between gods and demons.

The battle cries tore through the sky.

The four monkey generals and the seventy-two cave demon kings were repeatedly defeated under the combined attack of the twenty-one constellation gods.

Although each of them possessed great supernatural powers, they were ultimately no match for the might of the righteous gods of the heavens.

After losing Ye Feng's leadership, the only true experts on Huaguo Mountain's side were the Monkey King and the Black Bear Spirit.

At this moment, the monkey was surrounded by the Three Killing Stars.

This only fueled his ferocity. He wielded his golden cudgel, sweeping across all directions, growing stronger with each battle, his momentum unstoppable.

The stars Po Jun and Tan Lang are already showing signs of decline.

Only the Seven Killings Star Lord managed to maintain the situation by maneuvering around the unicorn-like Black Cloud Beast.

The Thunder Department generals led by Wen Zhong, along with the Fire Department soldiers under Luo Xuan, all focused their main force on the monkey.

Meanwhile, the Black Bear Spirit was worried about the safety of Flower Fruit Mountain and was eager to get rid of Nezha to provide support.

No matter what methods he used, the opponent remained unhurried, maintaining a perfect balance between offense and defense, neither too much nor too little, leaving the black bear helpless and frustrated.

Nezha understood perfectly well.

Knowing full well that his every move was under the watchful eye of his father, Commander Li Jing, if he deliberately went too far, he feared he would be immediately imprisoned in the Linglong Pagoda.

He wasn't afraid of being punished.

However, this black bear spirit is an honest and simple man. If he were to escape, given the current fierce offensive of the Heavenly Court, he would likely not escape with his life.

Wen Zhong and Luo Xuan wouldn't show the same mercy as I did.

At the same time, he also understood that if the situation continued to develop, the destruction of Huaguo Mountain was only a matter of time.

Unless—Ye Feng can defeat Chi Songzi in the pot and turn the tide.

But Chisongzi was a genuine Great Immortal.

Can Ye Feng really win?

Not only Nezha had doubts, but Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva also did not believe it.

Since the start of the war, he has been sitting upright on the lotus platform, his eyes fixed on the Pure Yang Immortal Pot, never looking away for a moment.

Feeling restless and anxious, I longed to personally venture into the pot to find out what was inside.

They originally thought capturing Ye Feng was a sure thing, but unexpectedly, Chi Songzi suddenly appeared and interfered.

If Chishongzi really kills Ye Feng, wouldn't he miss a great opportunity?

Where else can you find such a perfect mount?

A series of thoughts came to mind: What exactly was the situation in the battle inside the pot?

Wouldn't all of Ye Feng's treasured magical artifacts fall into Chi Songzi's hands? I feel so heartbroken.

Then I suddenly fantasized—what if Chishongzi accidentally crashed?

He immediately shook his head in denial.

Impossible. Taiyi and Daluo, though separated by only a thin line, are worlds apart.

Moreover, Chisongzi was an ancient Golden Immortal with profound cultivation; how could he easily fail?

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly saw the Pure Yang Immortal Pot tremble violently.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta's pupils contracted: The outcome was already decided?

Not only him, but Li Jing, Wen Zhong, Luo Xuan and others also turned their heads at the same time and looked at the Immortal Pot.

In an instant, the lid of the pot shot into the sky, and a golden light burst forth, illuminating thousands of miles.

Immediately afterward, the sky and earth brightened, and a golden crow phantom appeared under the sky, with a Taoist wearing a Nine Yang Golden Crow robe standing beside it—it was Ye Feng.

Everyone was astonished upon seeing this.

Li Jing was the first to demand in a stern voice, "Ye Feng! Where is Daoist Chisongzi?"

Ye Feng raised the corners of his lips slightly, glanced at him indifferently, and said in a low voice, "Guess."

Before he could finish speaking, a beam of Buddhist light suddenly slashed down from the void, shining directly on Ye Feng's head.

"You wretched creature, surrender now!"

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta suddenly made a move, his eyes filled with wild joy.

Regardless of whether Chisongzi lives or dies, let's get this excellent mount first!

Ye Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, filled with murderous intent: "Bald monk, who is the wicked one?"

With a furious roar, the Demon Emperor Sword was drawn and slashed through the air.

In an instant, a crescent-shaped sword aura tore through the sky, splitting heaven and earth apart, and a rolling heat wave swept across the land.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta coldly snorted: "How dare you resist!"

He activated his golden body, and a vajra descended from the sky, crashing down upon the sharp sword energy.

The two immense forces collided, shaking the heavens and earth, and the aftershocks swept in all directions like a tidal wave.

However, the vajra flew back, but the sword energy was three times stronger and unstoppable.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta's expression hardened slightly. "What a ferocious bird! It is so violent. I must use my Buddha-nature to guide you onto the right path."

Its golden body spreads out its eight arms, successively offering up four Buddhist treasures: a necklace, a parasol, prayer beads, and a wooden fish.

In an instant, the sky split open, and boundless Buddhist light poured down, clashing fiercely with the golden sword energy.

This time, the sword energy was finally shattered, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the void.

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, unwilling to prolong the battle, gently swayed the golden bell in his hand—

jingle!

The clear and melodious Buddhist chants pierced through the battlefield, and even the shouts of battle could not mask their tranquility.

The heavenly soldiers, demons, demon kings, star lords, and even the Three Killing Star Lords and Sun Wukong, who were fighting fiercely below, all trembled in their hearts, and their killing intent was somewhat washed away.

But in the blink of an eye, even someone as skilled as Wukong regained consciousness.

The Three Killing Star Lord was a fraction of a second slower; the monkey's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he seized an opening and swept his iron rod out horizontally—

boom!

The staff struck the top of Po Jun Xing squarely, splitting his head open and sending his primordial spirit flying straight to the Heavenly Court's Investiture of the Gods list.

The monkey, having gained the upper hand, refused to let up, prompting the other two star deities to immediately become alert and hastily raise troops to resist.

The three fought again, but because they were one person short, their formation was thrown into disarray, and they were gradually suppressed, with signs of defeat beginning to appear.

Ye Feng was also slightly stunned by the Buddhist chanting.

It was only a fleeting moment, too subtle to be noticed.

But in that split second, Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva had already thrown out a golden cymbal.

The golden cymbal split into two pieces as soon as it left his hand, rapidly expanding and towering into the clouds. The two pieces then closed together, attempting to trap Ye Feng inside.

Ye Feng immediately sensed something was wrong—the surrounding space suddenly froze, as if locked by an invisible force, making it difficult to leap and dodge.

No wonder even with his somersault cloud, Wukong was still captured by the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon with his golden cymbals.

He flipped his palm and a bamboo staff fell into it.

In recent days, he has become increasingly trusting of this bamboo staff, because whenever he encounters magical weapons, whether for offense or defense, a light swipe will either send them flying out of his hand or cause them to shatter on the spot.

With the bamboo cane in his hand, he swung it up and down twice—

Snapped!Snapped!

With two crisp sounds, the Buddha's light on the golden cymbals dimmed abruptly, its spirituality dissipated, and it fell like a withered leaf towards Flower Fruit Mountain.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta's smile froze.

He thought victory was assured.

What kind of treasure is that bamboo staff? It's so amazing!

Ye Feng knocked down the golden cymbals, but his gaze was already fixed on the Bodhisattva's true form.

With a single step, the void distorted, and the Demon Emperor Sword slashed through the air.

The Bodhisattva was horrified and hurriedly used his sixteen-foot golden body to take the blow head-on. At the same time, he summoned back four Buddhist treasures, and with his eight arms dancing together, he barely managed to block the power of the sword.

He was about to speak when he saw Ye Feng abandon his sword and instead use the Demon Emperor Sword to restrain the golden body, while attacking again with his bamboo staff.

With a flick of the Bodhisattva's fingertip, the relic appeared, radiating brilliant light, freezing the bamboo staff in mid-air, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Ye Feng simply let go, his sword fingers took shape, and he slashed again in mid-air.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta was secretly delighted: You are just a Taiyi Golden Immortal. Having lost your magic treasure, how can you contend with me?

He immediately formed a hand seal, creating a giant, hazy yellow hand that reached out to grab him.

The next moment, his pupils shrank sharply—

Ye Feng suddenly clenched his fist, and a primordial sword emanating primordial evil energy appeared in his palm!

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta's expression changed drastically.

This sword appears light and slow, with almost no force of wind or thunder.

But it was this seemingly casual slash that made even a Great Luo Golden Immortal change color.

The distance was too close, too close to dodge.

Top-grade innate spiritual treasure!

Even in the primordial era, it was a rare treasure.

If an ordinary immortal obtains this item, he can defeat celestial immortals and kill enemies of higher ranks.

Moreover, it was in the hands of Ye Feng, a Taiyi Golden Immortal at the Great Perfection.

Even the mighty Luo (a legendary Chinese martial artist) had to avoid his sharp edge.

Chi-

With a soft sound, the giant hand formed from the Buddha's light snapped in two.

The sword light had not yet faded, and it was heading straight for the main body.

In an instant, sword energy tore through space, and Ye Feng's figure followed closely, passing by his opponent.

"Ksitigarbha has misled me."

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva gave a bitter smile, and a bloody mark slowly appeared on his wrist.

The Buddha's body, which had cultivated for countless years, was pierced through by a diagonal slash and split in two.

He clasped his hands together and gently closed his eyes.

The earth and sky shook.

Although his physical body was severed, he did not perish.

Those who reach such a level of mastery no longer rely on physical form for survival.

In mid-air, the sixteen-foot-tall golden body with eight arms danced wildly, deflecting the Demon Emperor's sword;

Slightly below, the relic shone brightly and quickly disappeared into the mouth of the golden statue.

Buddhist practice is based on relics, while Taoist practice is based on the primordial spirit.

Buddhist relics are like the primordial spirit in Taoism; they are the embodiment of a practitioner's essence, energy, and spirit, and must not be lost.

With a flash of golden light, the sixteen-foot-tall golden body swallowed the relic without hesitation, then suddenly turned around, transformed into a golden rainbow, and headed straight for the west.

It moves with lightning speed, catching people off guard.

Even Ye Feng was slightly taken aback.

He did not pursue them—after all, how could a Great Luo Golden Immortal who was fleeing with all his might be easily caught? Moreover, there were still the gods of the Heavenly Court surrounding this place.

Everything happened so suddenly; no one expected it.

A great Buddhist bodhisattva had his Dharma body severed in an instant. Instead of fighting, his golden body fled directly.

The power of this golden crow has actually reached such a level?

But Ye Feng didn't give anyone a chance to react. With a flick of his left hand, the Demon Emperor Sword and the bamboo staff fell from the sky, the sword into his palm and the bamboo staff into his sleeve.

In an instant, his aura changed drastically, his gaze sharp as a knife, pointing directly at Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King.

Li Jing's heart trembled violently. Without thinking, he soared into the sky and fled, crying out, "Grand Tutor Wen, save me!"

He hurriedly rushed into the ranks of the Thunder Division, only then did he feel slightly relieved.

A cold smile appeared on Ye Feng's lips as he slowly swept his gaze across the area.

Wen Zhong's face was grave. He raised his double whips high and shouted sharply, "Form the Heavenly Thunder Formation!"

The twenty-four Heavenly Lords of the Thunder Department dispersed in response, chanting incantations and throwing out cone-shaped magical treasures.

In an instant, lightning bolts raced across the cone, countless bolts of lightning as big as buckets connected like ropes, weaving a giant net that descended from the sky, covering Ye Feng's head.

This is the Nine Heavens Thunder Net, which once suppressed countless demons and monsters; its power was unparalleled.

However, Ye Feng stood still, his twin swords in hand. Before the lightning net could fall, the Primordial Chaos Heaven-Slaying Sword was already raised, and the world fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, a pure and exquisite sword light appeared out of nowhere—without the slightest impurity, only a wisp of extremely sharp sword intent.

The thunder net is broken!

With a single sword strike, the heavens can be shattered; how could a mere lightning net possibly withstand it?

A burst of golden light erupted, and two pairs of shimmering golden wings suddenly unfurled behind Ye Feng. With a gentle flap, his figure vanished into the void.

Where are they?

The celestial lords looked around in horror, only to find that a living person had vanished right before their eyes.

Wen Zhong sat upright on the black Qilin, his vertical eye between his brows suddenly opened, its light piercing through the Dou Mansion and locking onto one spot—next to a certain Thunder Department Heavenly Lord.

He shouted urgently, "There! Deng Tianjun, be careful!"

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, the man's head shot skyward, and the blood of a celestial being gushed out like a spring.

A primordial spirit transformed into a stream of light and flew straight towards the Heavenly Court's Investiture of the Gods List.

The two Heavenly Lords on the left and right hurriedly turned around, but only saw empty shadows; there was no trace of the enemy.

The next instant, a chill ran down their necks, and both of them were decapitated.

A golden figure appeared, with four wings on its back, its two swords flashing lightly, like the whisper of death.

The two primordial spirits ascended into the sky once more, heading towards the Heavenly Court.

Ye Feng's figure appeared and disappeared intermittently, too fast to be captured. Even Wen Zhong's Heavenly Eye could only barely make out a fleeting golden light.

It was too fast—it felt less like running and more like leaping and traversing through space.

Only the screams of the Thunder God continued unabated, and in the blink of an eye, ten people had died.