Journey to the West: Black Six Ears

The Yellow-Robed Monster couldn't outrun the Golden-Winged Roc.

He had no choice but to pick up his sword again and engage the roc in battle.

However, the more the fight went on, the more terrified the Yellow Robe Monster became.

The great demon before them was truly formidable; even in its most powerful state, it was no match for the Golden-Winged Roc.

Not to mention the current situation.

"Am I going to die here today?"

Kui Mulang felt a wave of despair.

This is a world of immortals where both Buddhism and Taoism exist, but even so, death is not a good thing for immortals.

This is especially true for Kui Mulang, who holds an official position in the Heavenly Court.

Bang!

Taking advantage of the moment when the yellow-robed monster was caught off guard, the Golden-Winged Roc slammed a heavy punch into the monster's stomach.

With this punch, the yellow-robed monster was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. The long sword in his hand was also knocked away, embedding itself diagonally into the stone bricks, with half of the blade protruding.

Kui Mulang raised his head, but before he could do anything, a halberd was placed across his neck.

"Speak! Where are the pilgrims?"

The Golden-Winged Roc still only has this problem.

But Kui Mulang still only had one answer to this question:

"Go to hell!"

Upon hearing this, the Golden-Winged Roc's expression suddenly changed.

He slowly bared his teeth, which emerged from his open mouth, and a strong, pungent smell of blood wafted towards us.

Kui Mulang felt a chill run down his spine.

From the demon before him, he seemed to see a mountain of skulls and a forest of bones. Human heads and hair were like felt, and human flesh had rotted into mud and dust. Human tendons were wrapped around trees, dry and gleaming like silver.

It was truly a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood; indeed, it was filthy and repulsive.

The little demons in the east capture living people and butcher them; the wicked devils in the west boil and cook human flesh.

Only the most wicked demons could possess such a stench.

Seeing that Kui Mulang was so oblivious to the situation, the Golden-Winged Roc stopped talking and simply raised the halberd in its hand, aiming it at Kui Mulang's head.

This halberd, coming from above, will eventually slice open his chest, tear open his belly, and emerge from his lower body, cutting him in half lengthwise.

"My life is over!"

Kui Mulang sat on the ground, utterly despairing.

Just then, an iron rod suddenly emerged from the corner.

The iron rod was swung extremely fast and at a very tricky angle. In just one exchange, it blocked the halberd that was about to be cut down and sent him flying back.

"Who is it?"

The Golden-Winged Roc was startled; he had intended to kill the Yellow-Robed Monster directly.

However, the sudden appearance of the iron bar interrupted his plans.

Looking up again, one can see a monkey standing not far away, carrying the Kui Mulang in one hand and holding an iron rod in the other.

"So you're called the Roc?"

The monkey, with an arrogant expression, pointed at the golden-winged roc.

Upon seeing the monkey, the Golden-Winged Roc showed delight.

He could tell at a glance who this guy was; it was none other than Sun Wukong, the eldest disciple of the pilgrimage team.

"Sun Wukong, you're here?"

The golden-winged roc laughed heartily.

As a roc, catching and killing monkeys is almost instinctive for him.

Even if the opponent is the so-called Monkey King, to him, capturing him would be no different from capturing an ordinary monkey.

"This is your death day!"

The monkey threw Kui Mulang aside, held the iron rod diagonally over his shoulder, slammed his feet on the ground, and walked forward step by step.

"How dare you!"

The golden-winged roc laughed heartily.

So far, he has never encountered such a reckless monkey.

If I saw it, I naturally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

However, the monkey ignored the roc's laughter and attacked immediately.

At first it was alright, but it became increasingly ominous. All six used the method of ascending into the air, tumbling and churning within the clouds.

In an instant, mist and clouds billowed, darkening the sky and earth; only their roars and howls could be heard. The two fought for a long time, and gradually evening fell. Then, the wind and mist rolled in again, and in a flash, darkness descended.

The golden-winged roc stared at the monkey in front of it, secretly surprised.

This guy is actually that powerful?

The monkey spread its arms and legs, wielding the iron rod with great force, its rapid sounds exploding in the darkness.

Upon seeing this, the Golden-Winged Roc merely sneered, raised the halberd in its hand, and rammed it fiercely.

The two forces were transmitted to each other through the collision of weapons, and a shockwave was generated between them.

A powerful blast of air crashed down on the two of them, as if they had been struck by a hammer, violently shoving them apart.

However, the two did not stop. One gripped the halberd in his hand, and the other held the iron rod of Zhenhai.

This Ruyi Iron Cudgel has a thousand tricks; that Fangtian Halberd has a hundred kinds of magnificence.

For a moment, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, and the situation was extremely tense.

However, this golden-winged roc was incredibly strong and had a pair of wings.

With a flap of its wings, its body instantly transformed into lightning, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Before the monkey could react, it was thrown forward, crashing through several stone pillars before finally coming to a stop.

"Ptooey!"

The monkey pushed aside the pebbles, spat out the stones in its mouth, and was about to stand up when a gust of wind came from behind.

He hurriedly swung the iron bar behind him, but missed.

Immediately afterwards, a strong impact came from behind.

The monkey was like a ball, easily manipulated by the golden-winged roc.

Fortunately, this monkey was a stone monkey, which was a creature with a remarkable physique. With the addition of some other supernatural powers and spells, it was able to hold its own against the Golden-Winged Roc.

But this couldn't go on forever, and Kui Mulang could see that too.

After using its wings, the Golden-Winged Roc's terrifying power increased dramatically.

The monkey flew away at such speed that Kui Mulang's eyes couldn't keep up; he could only see a blur.

If he were in the monkey's position, he would probably have been killed long ago.

Soon, the golden-winged roc floated in mid-air, looking at the monkey he had smashed directly into the floor tiles, and asked:

"Sun Wukong, where is your master?"

The monkey shook its dizzy head and stood up from the ground.

He patted his head, his expression contorted in a grimace.

"As expected, that inner demon was right. You are indeed formidable, even surpassing me by a few points."

Hearing the monkey boast, the Golden-Winged Roc simply shook its head dismissively.

He was no different from that arrogant monkey. As the Buddha's maternal uncle and the younger brother of the Peacock King, the Golden-Winged Roc received resources and training far beyond what a wild monkey could compare to.

Furthermore, the Golden-Winged Roc knew better than anyone just how miserable it was to be a pure demon.

Because he knew this, he risked his life and hunted down the pilgrims like a madman.

"What are you talking about?"

The golden-winged roc looked at the monkey and spoke slowly and deliberately.

The monkey sighed and said to the golden-winged roc:

"If I had met you under normal circumstances, I would have escaped long ago and never seen you again. But now I have to protect my master on his journey to the West to retrieve the scriptures, so I have no choice but to kill you."

Seeing the monkey's sincerity, the roc was momentarily stunned.

In the current situation, no matter how you look at it, the Golden-Winged Roc should be in the superior position.

How come, in Sun Wukong's words, he, the Golden-Winged Roc, is the one who is about to die?

"How can mere Geng metal not be tempered by fire?"

The Golden-Winged Roc looked at Sun Wukong, its expression growing increasingly cruel.

He's already a great demon who devoured an entire city, so what's wrong with him devouring Sun Wukong now?

The roc belongs to the fire element, while Sun Wukong belongs to the metal element.

Now is the time to refine true gold in fire!

Thinking this through, the Golden-Winged Roc asked one last question:

"This is your last chance. Tell me, where are the pilgrims?"

Faced with this last question, Sun Wukong simply raised the iron cudgel in his hand, his expression gradually becoming serious.

The answer to the Golden-Winged Roc was also very concise:

"Go to hell."

Before he could finish speaking, the golden-winged roc had already vanished before his eyes.

Kui Mulang hurriedly searched and saw the great demon hovering behind Sun Wukong, taking out a jade bottle from his waist, opening the bottle mouth and facing Sun Wukong.

He recognized the item.

"That's the Yin-Yang Two-Qi Bottle!"

With this thing, even Sun Wukong, with his bronze head and iron arms, wouldn't survive!

"Be careful!"

Before Kui Mulang could even utter a shout, Sun Wukong spoke in an extremely calm voice:

"Since you know that fire refines metal, then what counteracts fire?"