Journey to the West: Demon Emperor: Beginning as a Little Toad

Chapter 381 Battle with Yang Jian

In the Southern Continent, the situation is changing rapidly.

At the mouth of the Guanjiang River, in a dense forest close to Mount Qingcheng, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Yang Jian smelled the "smell" of the Monkey King and approached him with murderous intent.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he looked up and down at Xiao Chen who was standing beside the Monkey King, trying to determine Xiao Chen's identity.

Now, facing Yang Jian’s gaze again.

Xiao Chen seemed unusually calm.

After all, things are different now.

"Yang Jian……"

Xiao Chen chuckled and spat out a spare Fang Tian Huaji from his mouth.

Although this Fang Tian Hua Ji is just an ordinary acquired spiritual treasure, in Xiao Chen's hand, it shines with a sharp cold light, as if it has been given new life.

Xiao Chen held the Fang Tian Hua Ji firmly in his hand, his heart calm. He stood with the halberd in his hand, looking calmly at Yang Jian in front of him.

When he was with the Monkey King, Xiao Chen had already used the "Mirage Scale Mask" to change his appearance and used the "Ancestral Dragon Pearl" to hide his breath.

Back then, Howling Sky Dog, Yang Jian's loyal dog, relied on its keen nose to track Xiao Chen across a long distance, all the way to Yuntai Mountain in Chechi Kingdom.

But that was when he, King Jinjiao, did not have the Ancestral Dragon Pearl.

Now, he has the "Ancestral Dragon Pearl", and no matter how sharp Roaring Sky Dog's nose is, he will never be able to find his trace.

However, Xiao Chen was secretly muttering to the Monkey King beside him.

He didn't expect that the Monkey King was such a bold and arrogant guy.

It seems that after leaving the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, the dragon clan did not use the "Ancestral Dragon Pearl" to help him conceal his breath.

But the Monkey King still dared to run to Guanjiangkou in a swagger to inquire about Yang Jian's movements.

The Monkey King's concern and care for his old rival is truly engraved in his bones.

Xiao Chen couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
“Sometimes, the people who care about you the most are often your enemies.”

"They are always watching you, looking for your weaknesses, trying to defeat you in one fell swoop."

Perhaps, in the eyes of the Monkey King, the contest with Yang Jian has become an indispensable part of his life, and it is necessary to determine the winner!
"Old friend...it seems you still care about me."

Yang Jian, dressed in a silver robe and silver armor, stood tall in the air, holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword that gleamed with cold light. He looked at the Monkey King with sharp eyes, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

There was an indescribable confidence in Yang Jian's voice, as if everything was under his control.

"Haha, Yang Jian, it's the same for you. Don't you care about me too?"

"Even when I was in solitary confinement, I was still trying to set a trap to catch me..."

The Monkey King sneered and responded tit for tat.

"But it's a pity that you always miscalculate."

The Monkey King's words were full of pride and provocation.

"Well, I miscalculated last time."

"Hahaha……"

The Monkey King continued to taunt, his eyes flashing with a cunning light, as if he was enjoying the sense of victory at this moment.

Yang Jian didn't care about the Monkey King's provocation. His eyes were as calm as water, as if the other party's words were just a breeze blowing across the lake, failing to stir up the slightest ripple.

Yang Jian's gaze turned to Xiao Chen. He looked up and down at this unfamiliar opponent, with a faint smile on his face:

"Monkey King, it seems that this is your helper?"

"Did he give you the confidence to come to Guanjiangkou to challenge me?"

Yang Jian's tone was full of confidence, and he was not afraid of the opponent in front of him at all.

Now, his cultivation has improved again.

One on two, the advantage is on him!
Upon hearing this, the Monkey King sneered, his voice full of disdain:

"Yang Jian, do you think I am one of those people in your Heavenly Court who always likes to outnumber the weak and plot against the weak?"

"I, the Monkey King, act uprightly and never do such despicable things."

A hint of admiration flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he smiled calmly:

"Monkey King, I know your abilities and I admire them."

"You do act in an upright manner, I do not deny that."

"But the goal of military action should be to win."

“Sometimes, the means are not important, but the result is what matters.”

At this point, Yang Jian deliberately prolonged his voice, with a hint of provocation flashing in his eyes:
"As we all know, it's easy to defeat your Monkey King... but difficult to capture your Monkey King."

"With fewer people, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch you."

Yang Jian then turned his gaze to Xiao Chen and chuckled:

"However, since you have brought helpers, that's fine. Let me see how powerful you two are when you join forces."

"It's easy to defeat me..."

The Monkey King became furious when he heard this, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes.

The Monkey King stepped on the strong wind and swung the wind-splitting iron stick in his hand violently, sweeping towards Yang Jian with a whistling sound.

The iron rod contained the Monkey King's endless anger and fighting spirit, as if he wanted to destroy everything in front of him.

Monkey demons are all warlike.

There was a fiery light flashing in the eyes of the Monkey King, and he laughed wildly:
"Yang Jian, let's fight again."

"Let me see how much you have become capable of over the years!"

Yang Jian's silver armor reflected the lightning. He lightly shook the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, and stars lit up on the blade. With a light flash of his body, he blocked the Monkey King's attack.

Yang Jian smiled and said:

"Okay, Monkey King, we haven't seen each other for years. I'm itching to practice with you."

As he spoke, the Monkey King and Yang Jian started fighting.

The figures of the two men shuttled through the dense forest, the shadows of sticks and the lights of swords intertwined, making bursts of metallic clashing sounds.

They were moving so fast, like two bolts of lightning flashing through the forest, dazzling the eyes.

Xiao Chen did not go up to help the Monkey King fight Yang Jian.

He just stood quietly by the side, guarding the battlefield for the Monkey King.

This is not because he is being pretentious. The Monkey King has the pride of a Monkey King.

Now that his old rival Yang Jian has arrived, the Monkey King must want to fight Yang Jian one-on-one to test Yang Jian's current strength.

He, the King of Golden Horn, went up to help the Monkey King fight Yang Jian, which showed that he was ignorant.

……

In the battle group, the wind was rising and the dust was flying.

The Wind-Splitting Iron Rod, this divine weapon that weighs ten thousand pounds, is as light as a feather in the hands of the Monkey King. It becomes one with him, as if it has become a part of his body.

The Monkey King held a wind-breaking iron stick in his hand, and his body was as agile as flying, and his stick skills were unmatched. Every time he swung his stick, there was a whistling sound, wrapped in the power of wind and thunder, and the might was so huge that it was shocking.

The three thousand wind patterns engraved on the Wind-Splitting Iron Rod lit up with a faint green light at this moment.

As the Wind-Splitting Iron Rod swept across, seventy-two wind pillars rose from the ground with such momentum that they seemed to shake the heaven and earth.

The airflow condensed into a vortex at the tip of the stick, spinning continuously like a huge wind outlet, as if it was going to swallow up everything around it.

"The wind is rising!"

The Monkey King roared angrily, and the Wind-Splitting Iron Rod transformed into thousands of phantoms, which stirred up a strong wind and turned into wind ropes all over the sky. Like giant nimble snakes, they fluttered and coiled in the air, trying to bind Yang Jian tightly.

"Well done!"

Yang Jian was not afraid at all in the face of the Monkey King's fierce attack.

He chuckled, with a confident gleam in his eyes:
"Monkey King, it seems that you have made great progress over the years!"

As he spoke, Yang Jian swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand horizontally, and each strike was extremely precise, piercing the weak point of the wind blade.

Wherever the blade passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, shattering into pieces like colored glass, emitting a dazzling light.

Yang Jian's swordsmanship is so exquisite and powerful that it is astonishing.

Yang Jian exerted force again, and the "three-headed divine dragon" pattern on the blade of the three-pointed, double-edged sword seemed to come alive, emitting golden light as it swam.

"Roar!"

The roar of the three-headed divine dragon was deafening, and it forcibly cut a clear path in the storm.

Yang Jian's body was as fast as lightning, coming with golden light. He rushed straight along the path, holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword and rushing towards the Monkey King.

However, at this critical moment, the situation on the battlefield changed suddenly.

The Monkey King's true body seemed to merge into the void, turning into a wisp of cold wind and disappearing without a trace, leaving only a faint chill and a demonic aura in the air that had not yet dissipated.

Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword was about to smash the last wind column transformed by the Monkey King. Just as he was about to put away the sword, he suddenly felt a chill wind piercing his head, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.

This sense of crisis came so suddenly and so strongly that he had to be alert immediately.

The wind-splitting iron rod stabbed out from behind Yang Jian, penetrating the shackles of space and pointing directly at Yang Jian's vital points.

The wind patterns on the stick head condensed into the afterimage of the ancient "Feng Bo Fei Lian" during the high-speed sweeping process.

It was a strange beast with a deer head and a bird body. It opened its huge mouth and blew out an extremely sharp Nine Heavens Gale.

The wind was so strong that it seemed to tear everything apart; even the space was shaking.

This Fei Lian wind is extremely powerful.

Yang Jian felt his body stagnate. His silver armor was torn into pieces by the Nine Heavens Gale, and silver flakes were scattered all over the sky, like snow.

Yang Jian's face was solemn, knowing that this move should not be underestimated.

He immediately turned around, put away his knife and chopped back.

At the moment the blade turned, Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Profound Art was activated to its extreme, and the clear light that burst out actually condensed into a virtual image of "Mountains, Rivers, and the State" on the blade. The heavy pressure of the vast mountains and rivers slammed into the Wind-Splitting Iron Rod.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword carried the weight of a vast mountain and river and chopped down with one blow.

The head of the divine beast Fei Lian fell off with a sound.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The remaining image of Fei Lian let out an unwilling roar, turned into green smoke and was sucked into the void, disappearing between heaven and earth.

The phantom images of mountains and rivers also collapsed into starlight, dissipated and shattered, turning into points of light that scattered in all directions.

"Boom!"

Where the stick and the sword collided, a deafening roar occurred.

The powerful recoil force forced the Monkey King out of his Yin Wind state and revealed his true form.

The Monkey King's body flashed, revealing his true form.

Yang Jian also took several steps back, and each step created a burning lotus-shaped crack in the clouds.

Subsequently.

Yang Jian stood firm, holding the three-pointed double-edged sword, looking at the Monkey King with a sharp gaze, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Monkey King, you have indeed made some progress, but you are still far from defeating me!"

The offensive was broken by Yang Jian, but the Monkey King did not retreat. Instead, he advanced and became more excited.

There was a warlike light in his eyes, and he laughed strangely and praised Yang Jian:
"What a great Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun!"

"What a three-pointed, two-edged divine sword!"

After saying this, the Monkey King suddenly moved, and the Wind-Splitting Iron Rod in his hand seemed to have turned into a living thing, buzzing and emitting a heart-pounding breath.

He laughed wildly:

"Yang Jian, watch my move 'Ten Thousand Valleys Listening to the Wind' again!"

In an instant, the Wind-Splitting Iron Rod turned into thousands of phantoms. Each phantom was as real as a real thing, bringing with it a sharp sound of wind, stirring up a strong gale and turning into wind ropes all over the sky.

These wind ropes are not ordinary winds, but the gathering of various wind elements between heaven and earth. The winds from the southeast, northwest, and northeast are intertwined, the golden north wind is whistling, the winds of flowers, willows, pines, and bamboos are blowing gently... Various winds are intertwined together to form an unprecedented powerful storm.

The wind ropes tightly wrapped around Yang Jian, as if to bind him tightly and prevent him from escaping.

The wind has no form, the clouds have no appearance, the water has no constant, the fire has no direction.

This move of the Monkey King is not only extremely powerful, but also has countless changes and is difficult to predict, bringing the "Invisible Wind" to the extreme.

Ever since the last battle with Fei Ni, the son of Fei Lian, the God of Wind, in the "Battle of Lion's Roar Mountain" in Uttarakuru, the Monkey King's understanding of the "Way of Wind" has become increasingly profound, and his cultivation has also improved by leaps and bounds.

What surprised him even more was.

In that fierce battle, he not only experienced the ever-changing nature of the wind, but also accidentally condensed an extremely precious innate demonic wind - "Bifeng".

This evil wind contains the Monkey King's ultimate understanding of the way of wind. It is extremely powerful and is his secret weapon to fight against Yang Jian.

The Monkey King was well-informed and very clever. He knew very well how powerful Yang Jian was and what Yang Jian's abilities were.

Yang Jian mastered the art of "Eight-Nine Profound Art", and his body became extremely tough, almost invulnerable to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. No matter whether it was physical attack or spell damage, it was difficult to cause harm to his body.

Yang Jian is even immune to the enemy's poison. His powerful body makes him almost invincible in battle.

What’s even more amazing is that the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art also provides Yang Jian with powerful life recovery ability.

Even if he was seriously injured in battle, or even his body was broken in two, he could quickly recover and continue fighting.

This almost immortal characteristic made many enemies terrified of Yang Jian.

However, the Monkey King also knew that Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Profound Art was not invulnerable.

The Niwan Palace on the top of Yang Jian’s head is his fatal weakness.

Niwan Palace is where the primordial spirit is located. Once locked by the enemy's magic weapon or spell, Yang Jian's primordial spirit cannot escape and will face the danger of being killed.

The monkey demon "Yuan Hong", who was as proficient in the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts as Yang Jian in the past, was defeated because of this.

The Eight-Nine Profound Art mainly enhances Yang Jian's physical defense, but the defense of his soul is relatively weak.

This was exactly the opportunity the Monkey King had his eyes on.

He practiced hard for many years and condensed his innate demonic wind "Bifeng" to target Yang Jian's weakness.

This wind is one of the three disasters in the legend, named "Bifeng", and its power is terrifying.

The Bifeng blows through the fontanelle into the six internal organs, passes through the Dantian, penetrates the nine orifices, causes the bones and flesh to disappear, and the body disintegrates.

Among the three disasters of heavenly thunder, Yin fire and Bifeng, Bifeng is the strongest and ranks last.

This wind can corrode the bones and marrow, causing the body to disintegrate and the soul to disintegrate.

Even those with profound spiritual practice would find it difficult to resist its edge.

Thunder disasters are easy to overcome, and fire disasters can be blocked, but this wind disaster is really difficult to deal with.

Therefore, when faced with the three disasters, practitioners often choose to "hide from the three disasters" rather than "resist the three disasters", because resisting them head-on is almost tantamount to seeking death.

Avoiding the three disasters, especially wind disasters, is the way to survive.

The Monkey King knew this very well. The extremely precious innate evil wind "Bifeng" in his hand was his trump card to deal with Yang Jian.

He planned carefully. He first trapped Yang Jian with a wind rope to make him unable to move, and then took the opportunity to blow the Bifeng directly into Yang Jian's Niwan Palace to erode his soul.

Even for a divine general with a high level of cultivation like Yang Jian, once the Bifeng blew directly into Yang Jian's Niwan Palace, Yang Jian's soul would be attacked by the Bifeng and would be severely damaged.

Of course, he has a backup plan.

He, the Monkey King, is known as "The Great Sage of Ventilation". He can listen to the sounds of all things and has a unique understanding of the way of sound waves.

After years of hard training and countless years of eavesdropping on the news of the three realms, he has finally mastered a "sonic attack" type of magical power, but he has not tried it yet.

at this time.

In the sky, the wind was sweeping away everything, and among the dark clouds, the wind was howling as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.

The shadows of sticks filled the sky, like scattered leaves in a strong wind, densely packed together, interweaving into an impenetrable net, dazzling the eyes and chilling the heart.

The Monkey King held a wind-splitting iron stick and used his special skills to try to trap Yang Jian with thousands of wind ropes, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"Humph, Yang Jian, let's see where you are going!"

The Monkey King roared, and the iron rod drew mysterious tracks in the air. The wind rope danced like a snake and coiled towards Yang Jian.

"open!"

However, Yang Jian was not afraid at all. His face was calm and determined, as if everything was under his control.

Yang Jian's palm brushed across the silver divine pattern above his eyebrows.

In an instant.

That silver divine pattern.

The third eye on Yang Jian's forehead suddenly opened, emitting a dazzling divine light.

Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye can see through everything and dispel illusions. It is one of Yang Jian's most powerful weapons.

The pupil of the Heavenly Eye reflected the three thousand wind talismans circulating around the Monkey King. Each wind talisman flashed with a strange light, trying to confuse Yang Jian's vision.

But under the observation of the heavenly eye, all delusions are exposed.

Yang Jian held a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand. The tip of the sword drew a mysterious trajectory, like a meteor in the sky, and accurately hit the seven inches of the iron rod, which happened to be the gap between the three thousand wind patterns.

The blade of the three-pointed, double-edged sword drew a mysterious trajectory and actually shattered the eye of the wind.

The blade and the iron rod suddenly collided in the air, making a crisp and shocking "click" sound.

This sound was like thunder between heaven and earth, shaking the entire battlefield.

Yang Jian, the god of war in heaven, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his silver robe and armor shining brightly under the flames of war.

He held in his hand the three-pointed, double-edged sword that was so powerful that it awe-inspiring. The blade shone coldly and exuded a murderous aura that made people's heart tremble.

"open!"

Yang Jian roared angrily and swung his sword with such force that it shook the sky.

The power of this sword seemed to split the sky in two.

The cloud formed by the shadows of sticks in the sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and instantly broke into countless pieces, like a broken dream, floating in the air.

The Monkey King's offensive was completely disintegrated at this moment.

Fragments of clouds flew everywhere, some streaked across the sky like meteors, leaving beautiful tracks; some floated down gently like snowflakes, decorating the entire battlefield with both magnificence and poignancy.

In this scene of chaos and silence, Yang Jian's figure was like an unshakable mountain, appearing extremely steady and firm.

"Da da da……"

The steady and powerful footsteps echoed in the broken clouds. Every step was so solid and powerful, as if every step was stepping on the pulse between heaven and earth, leading the rhythm of the entire battlefield.

Yang Jian's figure was as straight as a pine tree, and his silver battle robe fluttered in the wind, flashing a dazzling silver light.

The blade of the three-pointed, double-edged sword exudes a fierce murderous aura, as if it can cut through all obstacles.

Yang Jian held upside down the three-pointed, double-edged sword that shone with cold light, and walked slowly towards them, stepping on the fragments of clouds.

"Click, click, click..."

The three-pointed, double-edged sword dragged through the clouds.

The tip of the knife rubbed against the scattered clouds, splashing a series of bright sparks.

These sparks jumped and flickered in the air, like dazzling meteors across the night sky. With their blazing light, they illuminated the entire battlefield like day.

(End of this chapter)