Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

Chapter 414 Three Demons Display Their Skills, Black Cloaks Hang from the Sky

Within the Dongxuan Mansion, the void was silent, save for the pervasive killing intent.

Chen Jiao knocked back the tiger demon with a punch, then sheathed the Thunder Yang Demon-Subduing Sword and hung it behind his waist. Blazing white lightning flowed in his palm, then condensed back into a halberd.

Then Chen Jiao was seen holding a halberd and pressing his sword, the Xuanwu Wind was moving, his eyes swept across the three directions, cold as frost.

The Xuanlu spirit wielded a crimson spear, and the evil spirit it had consecrated within the spear was annihilated with a single sword strike, its spiritual power greatly diminished.

He felt a surge of resentment, but also a growing sense of apprehension.

The tiger demon's face was gloomy as he stared intently at his limp right arm.

He had just exchanged a punch with the True Lord, and his bones and tendons were instantly broken.

At this moment, demonic energy surged at the wound, eroding each other with the remaining thunder essence, making a hissing sound, and it was difficult to heal for a while.

The goat demon stared intently at its newly grown pincers, filled with shock and rage.

This True Monarch's physical body and thunder magic were more domineering than expected.

Chen Jiao stood silently with his halberd in hand, looking around and taking in the situation of the three demons.

He said indifferently, "You've gone to such lengths, and all you've got is such paltry tricks? You dare to try and kill me?"

Upon hearing this, the sheep demon could no longer restrain itself and simply removed its disguise. Its demonic energy, mixed with thick, turbid demonic energy, suddenly erupted, revealing its true demonic form.

His face was as blue as indigo; his mouth was like a blood basin; his yellow hair was disheveled; he wore a brocade yellow robe and had a tiger-tendon sash tied around his waist.

His hands had transformed into a pair of enormous, jet-black iron claws, gleaming coldly, and in his palms he held a three-pronged steel fork supporting the sky.

A poem testifies to this: Pincers, hammer, sickle, and axe—all are present; a hundred legs joined together, a thousand claws sharp. Iron forehead, bronze eyes, surpassing even a demon king; steel forks dance, sending forth a stench.

The formation twists and turns, winding its way through the terrain; its secrets unfold three times, four times. Triangular arrows fly left and right, crossbows move like mud when turning and leaping.

He once sat atop the mountain, swallowing the sun and moon; he was accustomed to hiding in his cave, cultivating his dark and sinister powers. Beneath his three-pronged fork lay countless souls, the very embodiment of the old demon of the Northern Continent.

The yellow scorpion demon raised its head, spoke in human language, its voice filled with gnashing hatred, and said, "True Lord, do not be so arrogant! Just now, you only gained the upper hand by launching a sudden attack."

Now that we have surrounded you from three sides, we will surely make your soul vanish and your cultivation vanish into nothingness!

Only the tiger demon, though no longer possessing its pure and ethereal aura, was now surrounded by surging demonic energy and a deep sense of malevolence, yet it had not yet revealed its true demonic form.

His gaze was dark and hook-like, fixed on Chen Jiao's face, and he said in a deep voice: "That Jade True Demon Slayer Lord was infamous in the past, how could he be easily defeated?"

Even if you win the fierce battle with her, how could you be completely unharmed?

It's just a facade, a bluff; don't think you can fool us!

After saying this, the tiger demon flipped his hand, and a blood-red giant axe appeared in his palm.

The three demons no longer held back their auras; they were all demons at the True Immortal Realm with profound cultivation. At this moment, each occupied a side, their auras firmly locked onto Chen Jiao, which was truly terrifying.

Chen Jiao stood amidst the encirclement, his halberd tip hanging low, his sword suspended behind his waist, his eyes calm and serene.

At this moment, the enemy outnumbers us, so it's better to remain still than to make a move.

"Prepare to die!"

The black deer spirit was the first to lose its composure. With a fierce shout, it did not directly thrust its spear forward, but instead took an inconspicuous gray leather pouch from its waist.

His face turned ferocious, and he suddenly shook the bag towards Chen Jiao!

"call!"

In an instant, a cold wind howled and ghostly wails could be faintly heard.

From within that skin, a torrent of demonic flames erupted, blotting out the sky and the sun!

The flames were dark and unlike ordinary fire, containing countless yin fire spirits.

Fire crows, fire snakes, fire rats, and so on, covering the sky and the earth, are all ominous creatures.

Although the Xuanlu spirit was fierce and unruly, after being severely beaten by Chen Jiao, it knew how powerful the True Lord was and dared not be arrogant again.

This treasure pouch was crafted over a thousand years of painstaking effort, gathering various Yin Fire essences from numerous Yin Sha lands, ancient battlefields, and Netherworld rifts. It is extremely vicious, specifically designed to damage the Yang Qi and primordial spirit of cultivators and defile the spiritual light of magical treasures. It is truly his most ruthless and ultimate weapon.

It should never be used lightly, because the Yin Fire Spirit Essence within is not easy to gather, and losing even one piece diminishes its power.

In order to achieve success in one fell swoop, he spared no effort and poured out all his strength!

The moment he moved, all three demons moved as well.

Almost simultaneously, the yellow scorpion demon opened its mouth and spewed out a thick, fishy-sweet, dim yellow mist.

The yellow mist grew rapidly upon contact with the wind, spreading out in an instant and turning large swathes of the void into a murky yellow. It emitted a foul stench, and wherever it passed, signs of corrosion appeared in the void.

It was immediately apparent that this was an extraordinary poison technique, a wisp of poisonous energy that had been stored in the chest for many years.

That tiger demon also possessed remarkable skills. Without hesitation, he swung the Blood Fiend Axe in his hand violently into the void!

"Whoosh!"

The immense magical power transformed into a surging blood wave that swept across the stars, its crest as high as a mountain, within which countless ferocious demonic shadows appeared, crashing down directly towards Chen Jiao's head!

Yin fire corrodes bones, poisonous mist rots the spirit, and blood waves devour the soul.

All three deadly techniques are extremely vicious.

As the three forces converged, they instantly sealed off any gaps in their ability to dodge or maneuver, determined to completely annihilate this True Monarch in his black cloak.

Seeing the thousands of Yin Fire Spirit Essences that he had painstakingly collected surging forth like a tide, the Xuan Deer Spirit felt a pang of pain in his heart. He hurriedly put away his treasure pouch, wondering how much effort it would take to replenish it.

His gaze fell again on the Jingfa Zhenjun, who was completely swallowed up by the three corrupt divine powers of Yin Fire, Poisonous Mist and Blood Wave. A smug look appeared on his face. He thought to himself, "No matter how strong and powerful your thunder magic is, it can only break one of them. How can it withstand these three bone-corroding and soul-destroying vicious methods at the same time?"

This time I will teach you to inflict even more damage, and corrupt your foundation with demonic influence!

He gripped the crimson spear in his hand, channeling demonic energy into it, ready to pounce and take the life amidst the chaos.

But as soon as he moved, a sudden change occurred!

But where the three turbid supernatural powers intertwined and churned, a clear and mysterious light suddenly broke through the darkness, like a lotus bud just beginning to bloom!

Wherever the light reached, the eerie fire was extinguished, the poisonous mist dissipated, and the blood waves split.

Immediately, a dark blue object shot into the sky from the radiance, growing larger with the wind, and in an instant transformed into a hundred-zhang-wide shape, like a cloud hanging from the sky, quietly suspended in the void.

The body was adorned with flowing cloud patterns and starlight, with celestial maidens appearing and disappearing, weaving mysterious mysteries. Furthermore, boundless pure and ethereal Dao energy, like tassels and pearls, drifted and scattered throughout the heavens.

The myriad strands of pure, ethereal energy that descended seemed gentle, but in reality contained the supreme Daoist essence that could ward off all laws and remain untouched by calamities.

Where the Dao energy passed, the soul-consuming and bone-corroding Yin Fire Spirit was silently extinguished; the foul-smelling, bone-rotting yellow mist and poisonous miasma dissipated upon contact.

The filthy, towering waves of blood were swept away by the Dao energy, causing the blood and evil to disintegrate and turn into wisps of murky black smoke, which were then dispelled by the clear light on the cloak.

In the blink of an eye, the vicious attack that the three demons had been preparing for was completely wiped out by this Xuan!

The void returned to its clear state, with only the hundred-foot-long black cloak floating silently, its clear light flowing and making the distant, flickering stars appear somewhat dim.

The Xuanlu spirit's leaping figure abruptly stopped in mid-air, holding a crimson spear, unable to advance or retreat. Its ferocious deer face alternated between pale and green, its eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

The Yin Fire he painstakingly crafted was so easily defeated?

The Yellow Scorpion Demon and the Tiger Demon also changed their expressions, looking at the suspended black cloak, their hearts sinking.