Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Chapter 142 Bashan Tiger Leaning on the Sea Dragon

Beyond the border of Baoxiang Kingdom, above a desolate Gobi Desert.

A slender weasel and a pure black cat demon stopped at the same time, and a very human-like look flashed in their eyes.

The weasel stood up straight, its two front paws slightly clenched into fists.

"This is the power of the initial stage of the Dao Integration Realm!"

Fan Yuan's consciousness had completely taken over this weasel clone. He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the terrifying power contained within this body.

In the early stages of Dao Integration, the divine soul within the sea of ​​consciousness begins to resonate with the laws of heaven and earth.

With a thought, Fan Yuan realized that after leaving the capital of Baoxiang Kingdom, this clone was no longer subject to the suppression of the mortal kingdom.

boom!

An invisible wave emanated from the weasel and spread outwards in all directions.

Release your divine sense!

Ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang —

It wasn't until it had spread for thousands of feet that this massive divine sense finally came to a stop.

Within this area of ​​several thousand feet, the direction of the spiritual veins deep underground, the crawling of insects and ants in the cracks of rocks, and even the flow of every wisp of spiritual energy in the air were all reflected in Fan Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness in great detail.

This feeling of being in control of everything is far beyond what the Qi Refining and Spirit Refining stages can compare to.

With a light tap of its foot, the weasel vanished from its spot in an instant.

The Wind-Riding and Cloud-Flowing Technique!

He seemed to transform into a real wisp of cloud, his body encountering no resistance from the surrounding wind.

Driven by the golden figure within his sea of ​​consciousness, his escape speed increased more than tenfold compared to before, and during the flight, he did not create a single gust of wind, nor did he leak any aura.

After circling several times over the Gobi Desert, the weasel landed back on the ground, exhaling a long breath of stale air.

The surge in power did not cause Fan Yuan to lose his way.

He knew very well that while a Dao Integration Realm cultivator might be able to reign supreme in the mortal world, in the face of the beings he was about to encounter, they were still just slightly larger ants.

"The clone has adapted. Now, it's time to get down to business."

The streaks of light weaved beneath the clouds.

Fan Yuan directly activated the divine sense of the weasel clone.

Ahead, the outline of Wanzishan appeared at the edge of my consciousness.

Fan Yuan's brows twitched slightly.

In his divine sense, the unique demonic aura that originally belonged to the Yellow Robe Monster and his demon soldiers on Wanzishan Mountain had completely disappeared.

Instead, there were hundreds of extremely chaotic, malevolent, and restless strange demonic auras.

These vital energies permeate every corner of Wanzishan, like a carpet search.

The weasel clone quickly picked up on the little demons' whispers using its divine sense.

"Damn it, this is the third time we've searched, and we haven't even found a trace of the gourd!" a little demon cursed.

"Stop complaining! The king is furious and said that thing cannot be lost. Even if we have to search every mile and dig three feet into the ground, we must find it!" another little demon warned in a low voice.

"How can I not be furious? Those two idiots, the Fine-Hearted Ghost and the Clever Insect, lost the King's most precious treasure. I heard they couldn't even escape with their souls!"

"Shh! Shut up! Do you want to die?!"

Listening to these fragmented conversations, Fan Yuan sneered inwardly.

"They've arrived as expected."

Not long ago, he used his fox demon clone to successfully obtain the Purple Gold Red Gourd from the Fine Ghost and the Clever Insect.

The fox demon claimed to have been sent by the Nine-Tailed Old Fox of Yalong Mountain, and that his identity would be exposed as soon as Golden Horn and Silver Horn confronted the Nine-Tailed Old Fox.

Moreover, so much time has passed without any news. Once the two realize they've been tricked, they'll be furious and frantically investigate the clues.

It is highly likely that they will come to Wanzishan, which has just undergone drastic changes, and may even go there in person to search for the Purple Gold Red Gourd. This is also the perfect opportunity for Fan Yuan to infiltrate Pingdingshan.

Fan Yuan controlled his weasel clone and cat demon clone, pushing his demonic power to the limit. The two streaks of light, accompanied by a piercing sound, crashed directly into the most densely populated mountain valley in Wanzishan.

boom!

The light of escape landed, creating a shockwave that shattered the surrounding rocks and dead trees.

Almost the instant it landed.

"Who goes there!"

"Enemy attack! Surround them!"

A series of fierce shouts echoed from the surrounding dense forest.

Dozens of figures surged out from all directions, instantly surrounding the weasel and the cat demon.

These little demons were all ferocious-looking, wielding long spears and short knives, and wearing simple rattan armor, exuding a murderous aura.

A small demon wielding a steel fork stepped forward, pointing it directly at the weasel's face, and shouted sternly, "Who goes there! How dare you trespass on the search area of ​​my Pingdingshan army!"

"Your Majesty, spare us! Your Majesty, spare us! We are poor, unfortunate demons!"

As soon as the weasel and the cat demon landed, they let out a miserable wail.

The little demon with the steel fork paused, the fork hovering in mid-air: "You—where do you come from?"

Faced with questioning, the two clones immediately launched into acting mode.

The weasel clone trembled, its face filled with terror: "My lords, we are not spies! We are surviving demons from the Yellow-Robed King's cave on Bowl Mountain! My name is Huang San!"

The cat demon's clone nodded repeatedly, its voice trembling with tears: "I am Cat Four! Fellow brothers, have pity on us! We are homeless!"

"A little demon from Wave Moon Cave?"

The surrounding demons exchanged glances, their hostility lessening slightly, but they did not loosen their grip on their weapons.

Upon seeing this, the weasel clone immediately began to vividly recount the scene of Sun Wukong's havoc in the Wave Moon Cave.

"Brothers, you haven't seen anything like it! It was horrific, absolutely horrific!"

The weasel's voice trembled with lingering fear: "I heard that not long ago, a hairy-faced, thunder-mouthed monk suddenly showed up at our door! He claimed to be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!"

"That monkey is completely unreasonable!" The weasel gestured wildly in the air with his hands. "He's holding an iron rod; a graze and you're dead, a touch and you're dead!"

"Our hundreds of brothers in the Wave Moon Cave, brothers who usually drink and eat meat together, couldn't even withstand one blow from his stick! That monkey smashed down, and more than a dozen brothers were instantly turned into mincemeat, without even having time to scream!"

"The cave entrance was smashed, the treasure vault overturned, blood was everywhere, and there were severed limbs everywhere!"

The weasel clone vividly depicted the terrifying sight of Sun Wukong wielding his golden cudgel to kill the lesser demons in front of this group of lesser demons from Pingding Mountain.

Hearing this description, the little demons recalled the tragic scene they had witnessed in the ruins of Wanzishan over the past few days and immediately felt a deep sense of empathy.

The lives of those at the bottom of the demon race are already as worthless as grass. Who wouldn't be afraid of such a massacre by a powerful being?

The murderous intent of the encirclement dissipated almost entirely at that moment.

But at that moment...

"Get out of the way! What are you all doing here!"

Two rough and oppressive voices came from behind the demon horde.

In an instant, the demon horde parted to both sides like a tide, and two burly, powerful demons strode into the arena.

On the left is a man with a tiger's head and a human body, wearing heavy armor and wielding a large axe, exuding a menacing aura.

The man on the right has two horns on his head, dragon scales on his face, holds a trident, and has a sinister look in his eyes.

They were the capable henchmen of the Golden Horn and Silver Horned Demons of Pingdingshan: Bashan Tiger and Yihai Dragon.