Journey to the West: Black Six Ears

When the Golden-Winged Roc crashed into the capital.

The oppressive force it carried seemed to be pulling the entire sky down.

A deafening roar of thunder echoed across the city. Everyone looked up and saw a golden-winged, monstrous creature with starry, leopard-like eyes. This monster, whose wings could make all birds hide and whose sharp claws could terrify all creatures, descended from the sky.

The monster came with extreme ferocity, clutching a halberd with a painted handle, which crashed down towards the palace like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

This was certainly not the full power of the Golden-Winged Roc.

If he were to exert his full strength, the entire capital city would be razed to the ground by this fall.

The reason he created such a grand spectacle was simply to make the people of Baoxiang Kingdom below raise their heads.

The Golden-Winged Roc's target on this trip is Tang Xuanzang, and he doesn't want to be killed by Xuanzang here because of a moment of carelessness.

Before resorting to desperate measures, the Golden-Winged Roc intended to spare Xuanzang's life.

As he smashed into the palace, shattering the tallest palace in the kingdom, a golden light shone from a corner.

The Golden-Winged Roc snorted coldly, flapped its wings violently, and its body instantly disappeared from the spot.

The golden light couldn't catch up at all; it could only smash into the floor tiles, creating a deep pit more than ten feet long.

When the golden-winged roc stopped its wings and hovered in the air, it saw a gleaming steel fork stuck in the ground.

"Who is it?"

The Golden-Winged Roc's eyes were cold and sharp. With a swing of its halberd, it tore open a vacuum.

Those eyes, filled with cold stars, stared straight into the palace deep within the imperial palace.

Thick black clouds hung in the sky, and the ridge beasts on the four corners of the golden palace raised their heads high. The recent fall seemed to have had no effect on the palace.

In the vast palace, only a solemn atmosphere remained, shrouding the majestic imperial city and engulfing the heavy responsibility below.

Snapped!

From deep within the palace, another spear shot out.

The jet-black spear came on fiercely, its tip scattering water-like spots of light in the sunlight, its sharp tip tearing through the air currents and emitting a piercing whistling sound.

The spear arrived incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, it was already within arm's reach.

Faced with such a ferocious attack, the Golden-Winged Roc simply swung the halberd in its hand without any panic. The tip of the halberd made a snapping sound due to the excessive force exerted by both hands.

"drink!"

The golden-winged roc let out a soft sigh.

His clothes trembled violently, as if a balloon had been filled with a breath.

The halberd was held horizontally, its body forming a straight line. As the Golden-Winged Roc pushed, the halberd tore through the air and struck the tip of the spear directly.

clang!

The terrifying aspect of this golden-winged roc is evident right now.

The spear shattered into pieces like a block of tofu hitting a rock.

After completing these actions, the Golden-Winged Roc did not slow down. Instead, it gripped the halberd in its hand and headed towards the depths of the palace.

He gripped the halberd tightly, the muscles in his arms suddenly bulging, and his fists cracked as he clenched the halberd.

call out!

With a piercing sound, the halberd left his hand and plunged into the depths of the palace.

Boom!

This halberd with its painted handle is extremely destructive; everything in its path, whether walls or stone pillars, is torn apart in an instant.

It eventually disappeared into the depths of the palace, seemingly having struck something.

The Golden-Winged Roc was not in a hurry. Instead, it took a deep breath and slowly flew towards the depths of the palace.

In this place, he was not afraid of anyone.

Even the Buddha could not make him feel fear.

"Could it be that yellow-haired rat?"

Among the pilgrimage team, only the yellow-haired weasel could muster an attack of this caliber.

If it were Sun Wukong, given his temper, he would probably have already rushed out and started fighting with me.

Although that yellow-haired weasel was only of average strength, its words were quite dangerous.

Even he, the Golden-Winged Roc, could not withstand the gale that could blow up to the thirty-third heaven.

However, the Golden-Winged Roc also has its trump cards, so dealing with the Yellow Wind King is not too difficult.

So the Golden-Winged Roc only became a little more cautious and continued its pursuit deeper into the palace.

"Um?"

Before long, the golden-winged roc stepped onto the floor tiles and walked step by step into the depths of the palace.

He picked up the halberd from the ground; there was a trace of blood on its tip.

"Looks like it hit the mark after all."

The golden-winged roc squinted its eyes.

The fact that the shot hit its mark was somewhat unexpected.

However, this also shows that although the Green Lion and White Elephant were badly beaten, they did indeed deplete some of the pilgrimage team's strength.

Just then, he stepped on a puddle of water, making a splash.

"How come there's water?"

The golden-winged roc was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, I didn't quite understand why there was water in this place.

It hasn't rained here recently. This is the main hall, so how could there be a stream-like flow of water here?

Suppressing his curiosity, the Golden-Winged Roc didn't dwell on it.

He knew very well what kind of methods King Huangfeng and Sun Wukong possessed.

They pay close attention to changes in their surroundings, such as the trees not far away and the birds flying on the eaves.

He carefully observed all the things that could be transformed through the seventy-two transformations.

As for the water beneath our feet, no one can change that.

However, the roc also moved a few steps away from the water on the ground.

He continued following the trail of blood and soon arrived at the gate of a palace.

"Hiding here?"

The Golden-Winged Roc subconsciously raised its head. The sky was still filled with auspicious signs, and it was clear that it was not far from the pilgrims.

Without a word, the Golden-Winged Roc kicked open the door blocking its way.

The wooden door creaked and slammed heavily inside.

The Golden-Winged Roc also went inside.

It was pitch black inside; an ordinary person wouldn't be able to see anything here.

But for the Golden-Winged Roc, which possesses extremely strong night vision, even in such darkness, it can still see its surroundings clearly.

"Why is this palace so big?"

The golden-winged roc swept its way around and found that the hall stretched as far as the eye could see.

Holding the halberd pole, he cautiously walked deeper into the main hall.

As they ventured deeper, the place grew increasingly desolate, devoid of any life.

Why would the pilgrims choose such a place?

The roc looked around and a sense of foreboding washed over it.

But now that things had come to this point, he had no reason to back down, so he quickened his pace and walked deeper into the palace.

They continued straight ahead until even the roc was getting a little restless, when suddenly a golden light pierced through from a corner.

The Golden-Winged Roc was startled and quickly raised its halberd and thrust it forward.

clang!

Orange starlight bloomed in the eyes of the roc.

This made him squint.

The attacker, however, persisted, slashing at him again and again.

The Golden-Winged Roc was startled; the attacker's strength was truly formidable.

After exchanging blows for twenty or thirty rounds, the Golden-Winged Roc flapped its wings and created distance between them.

The attacker tried to leave, but the roc wouldn't give up and chased after him, wielding its halberd.

However, the Golden-Winged Roc was taken aback when it saw what the other party looked like.

Although this person was not in his true form, his appearance was clearly not that of the Yellow Wind King he knew.

"Who are you?"

The Golden-Winged Roc was taken aback, and the other party sneered and shouted:

"The Yellow-Robed Monster is here in the Black Pine Forest and Moon Cave!"

What is that?

The roc was stunned.

How did this yellow-robed monster suddenly appear?

Where did the pilgrims go?

Feeling that it had been tricked, the golden-winged roc let out an angry roar:

"Tell me! Where are the pilgrims?"

The yellow-robed monster, who had been reprimanded, was also stunned.

What's wrong with this demon? Its body reeks of blood to such an extent that it's practically a rare and powerful demon in the world.

If someone comes here now to ask him about the pilgrim, they're probably going to eat him.

The Yellow-Robed Monster didn't want to get involved in this mess, but he also couldn't reveal the information about the pilgrims himself.

Otherwise, if the pilgrim were to die because of this old demon, he too would be held responsible.

The Three Pure Ones can indeed protect him, but if Buddha gives a death order, Kui Mulang might not even dare to go to the toilet alone in the future.

"You think you can get any information about the pilgrims from me? Dream on!"

The yellow-robed monster cursed loudly and turned to run away.

He descended to the mortal realm to enjoy happiness, not to fight for the pilgrims.

Having provoked such a powerful old demon, he had no intention of continuing the fight.

And it wasn't just this old demon; he was also fighting two other demons.

If these three demons were to come and attack, Kui Mulang might actually die here.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The golden-winged roc, its mane bristling with rage, roared like thunder, and suddenly flapped its golden wings.

In an instant, a fierce wind swept through, and the palace collapsed.

This roc has finally shown its power.