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

Chapter 640 The Eight Immortals are in danger; to catch the thief, first catch the king!
At this very moment, the winds and clouds over the Western Sea suddenly changed.

But then the mirage dragon, wielding a chilling short sword formed from mirage energy, lunged forward, intending to finish off Zhongli Quan and end his life.

The mirage dragon pointed its short sword directly at Zhongli Quan's throat, and coldly shouted:
"You heretic! You've run out of tricks! Today it's your day to die, your soul to be scattered!"

Zhongli Quan was suddenly faced with death, and the excruciating pain pierced his heart. His three souls were startled and his seven spirits were about to scatter, but this also aroused the ferocity and inner strength of the disciples of the Tushita Palace.

But his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared wildly:
"How dare you, you bastard!"

Zhongli Quan forcefully drew up his vital energy, pushing the "Nine-Turn Golden Elixir Power" within his body to its limit.

Subsequently.

A flash of blue light appeared in his arms, and the ancient "blue saddle" appeared in response to his command, transforming into a shape about ten feet in diameter, spinning rapidly to protect his vital points.

His only remaining left hand gripped the Acquired Banana Leaf Fan tightly, disregarding the depletion of his immortal energy, and wildly waved it left and right, unleashing gusts of wind and flames that intertwined into a net, intending to prevent the Mirage Dragon from getting close.

At this critical moment.

Li Xuan, the Iron-Crutch Li, being the leader of the Eight Immortals, reacted the fastest!
Li Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, his hair stood on end in fury, and he roared like thunder:
"You wicked dragon! Take this!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Xuan had already transformed the iron crutch in his hand into a dark, ominous light, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, breaking through layers of water mist and striking the mirage dragon directly in the back!

As a direct disciple of Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao).

Li Xuan also possessed quite a few magical treasures.

Li Xuanzhi's Iron Crutch was forged by Laozi using a branch of a peach tree and nine-times refined iron given to him by the Queen Mother of the West, and it possessed extraordinary power.

This crutch is extremely powerful; if struck, even a dragon's body would suffer broken bones and ruptured tendons.

Li Xuan, still feeling his attack insufficient, shouted again:
"Poison Feather Gourd, open!"

He patted the gourd with poisonous feathers hanging from his waist and muttered incantations:
"The wind from the southeast brings filth, and the fire from the northwest brings calamity."

"Plague and miasma, gather them away in the pot!"

"All poisonous forces of the five directions, heed my command—"

With a soft "pop," purple mist billowed from the gourd's mouth, spewing forth poisonous miasma!

That miasma was no ordinary miasma; it was the "Netherworld Corrupting Immortal Miasma" that Li Xuan painstakingly refined by collecting hundreds of poisons from the Three Realms and supplementing them with the foul air of the Netherworld!
For a while.

The purple aura surged forth, instantly transforming into hundreds of ferocious venomous snakes, centipedes, and scorpions... each spewing venomous saliva, its eyes gleaming with evil light, emitting strange hissing cries, stirring up a bloody storm, and rushing towards the Mirage Dragon, the Little Alligator Dragon, and the Little White Dragon Ao Lie like a tidal wave.

The stench was overwhelming, enough to make one want to vomit; even an immortal body would rot upon contact with it, and the primordial spirit would become dizzy from its smell. It was truly extremely vicious!
"Golden hoop for protection, swiftly!"

At the same time, the golden headband on Li Xuan's head flashed, protecting his entire body.

Li Xuan often tied his hair with a golden headband, held an iron crutch in his hand, and had a gourd hanging from his waist.

It has three treasures: a golden hoop, an iron crutch, and a gourd.

This golden hoop was also a treasure bestowed by Laozi himself.

Li Xuan used it to restrain his disheveled hair.

This golden hoop also has the effect of stabilizing the soul and suppressing inner demons. It has the ability to ward off evil spirits and protect the body, and can resist illusions.

at the same time.

"The Tao is not the Tao, it is not the eternal Tao..."

Li Xuan made the Taiqing Immortal Seal with his right hand, held a sword in his left hand, and the Medicine King Gourd under his seat transformed into a stream of light.

There was a "whoosh" sound.

As the treasure moved, Li Xuan shot towards the space between the mirage dragon and Zhongli Quan like an arrow released from a bow, coldly shouting:

"How dare this demonic dragon act so viciously!"

Li Xuan was the leader of the Eight Immortals of Taoism, possessing extraordinary supernatural powers, surpassing even Zhongli Quan and Lü Dongbin in magical abilities.

"Li Xuan..."

Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, sat on his dragon throne, his dragon eyes opening and closing, radiating brilliant light.

He was overjoyed to see that Ao Lie had severely injured a powerful enemy and greatly dampened the morale of the Eight Immortals.

Li Xuan came on strong again, his supernatural powers and magical treasures were all extraordinary.

The poisonous miasma was especially vicious.

Currently, the little alligator dragon is seriously injured.

The Dragon King of the West Sea was secretly worried, fearing that Ao Lie, the Mirage Dragon, and the Little Alligator Dragon might be in danger. He then swung his dragon claws again and shouted:
"So close yet so far, let's go back!"

The spatial ripples spread like water.

Ao Lie, Shenlong, and Xiao Tuolong vanished from their original positions in an instant, and in the next moment, they were safely moved back to the core of the dragon formation beside the Dragon King, where they were closely protected by the elite "Raging Wave Guards" composed of crab generals, whale soldiers, mackerel generals, eel warriors, and more.

A dragon healer arrived quickly and carefully treated the little alligator dragon's wounds.

Taking advantage of this moment, Li Xuan rushed to Zhongli Quan's side.

Zhongli Quan's right arm was severed at the shoulder, the wound a bloody mess, the white bone exposed, immortal blood gushing out like a spring, his face as pale as gold paper, his breath as weak as a wisp of smoke, his eyes tightly closed, his primordial spirit trembling, and his foundation of cultivation damaged.

Seeing this, Li Xuan felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and cried out in grief:
"Brother Tao!"

He quickly patted another treasure gourd at his waist—the "Green Bag Gourd," which nourishes life and contains the essence of Yi Wood.

A mist of green vapor emanated from the gourd's mouth, and a vibrant, verdant medicinal mist, brimming with life force, burst forth like a heavenly rain, instantly enveloping Zhongli Quan's severed arm wound.

As the medicinal mist reached him, Zhongli Quan's gushing immortal blood immediately stopped, and the dissipating protective immortal light slightly condensed.

Li Xuan barely managed to protect Zhongli Quan's heart and his faltering spirit, keeping him alive just a little longer.

"What about the severed arm?"

"Where is the severed arm?"

Li Xuan's gaze swept quickly across the sea, trying to find the severed arm to be reattached.

However, on the sea surface, only blood was visible, and Zhongli Quan's severed arm had long since disappeared without a trace.

Back then, Li Xuan and Zhongli Quan plotted against the little alligator dragon at the Chang'an fish market, which led to the death of Ao Yuan, the Dragon King of the Jing River.

This is a blood feud for the murder of one's father, an irreconcilable enmity.

The little alligator dragon hated him to the core.

Within the Western Navy formation.

Although the little alligator dragon's face was as pale as paper and its breath was weak, its dragon eyes were as red as branding irons, staring fiercely at Li Xuan.

The little alligator dragon, forcing itself to stay alert, deliberately stretched out its blood-stained claws and slapped its belly hard. Facing Li Xuan, it opened its blood-red maw, revealing its gleaming fangs, and grinned maliciously:

"Hehehe! You demon! Your fellow Daoist's arm is muscular and full of immortal energy; it tastes delicious!"

"It's already been chewed up and swallowed by your grandfather!"

"You want it? Come and get it! Hahaha..."

The little alligator's laughter was shrill and manic, full of provocation and boundless hatred, sending chills down one's spine.

"What a wretched child! I'm so angry!"

Upon hearing this provocation, Li Xuan felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, his three internal organs throbbing violently, and smoke billowing from his seven orifices!

Anger truly rises from the heart, and evil thoughts spring from the gall!
However, with powerful enemies all around, saving lives is the priority.

Li Xuan suppressed his overwhelming rage, chanted incantations, and transformed the critically injured and dying Zhongli Quan into a beam of green light, which he then stored in the "Ten Thousand Life Gourd" at his waist, a device that could nourish the soul and protect life.

Currently, Zhong Liquan has lost an arm and is unable to fight anymore.

From this point on, one of the Eight Immortals of Taoism had been lost, greatly diminishing their fighting strength.

After Zhong Liquan was properly settled.

Li Xuan suddenly turned around, his hair standing on end in anger, his Taoist robe fluttering even without wind.

He pointed at Ao Run, the majestic Dragon King of the West Sea, who sat high on his dragon throne, and roared through gritted teeth:
"Ao Run, you old mudfish! You are unworthy to be a Dragon King, bestowed with a title by the Heavenly Court and enjoying incense offerings in the mortal realm! Yet you do not uphold justice or practice benevolence, but instead resort to such despicable acts of sneak attacks, severing my fellow Daoist's limbs, and even allowing that wicked beast to devour his flesh. Your evil deeds are beyond description!"

"Such deep-seated hatred and resentment could not be washed away even a fraction of the waters of the Western Sea!"

"I, this humble Taoist, will fight you to the death today! I will surely trample the Dragon Palace, tear out your dragon tendons, and seek justice for my brother!"

After he finished speaking, the purplish-black poisonous gas from the "poisonous feather gourd" at Li Xuan's waist surged and billowed like dark clouds obscuring the sun.

He pointed the gourd's mouth at Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, clearly enraged and ready to fight to the death!

The Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Run, opened and closed his eyes, emitting a burst of golden light, exuding a majestic dragon aura.

Faced with Li Xuan's overwhelming rage, the West Sea Dragon King Ao Run was not afraid at all; instead, he sneered:

"Li Xuan! Stop distorting the truth and confusing the public!"

"You Taoist Eight Immortals are treacherous and cunning. You plotted against my clan's Jing River Dragon King, causing his death and dissipation. This is an act of great evil!"

"Today, the son of the Jing River Dragon King has avenged this grudge; it is truly a just retribution, a righteous act of God!"

"Instead of reflecting on your own faults, you come here to make a racket? If you want war, then let's fight!"

"We, the Dragon Clan of the Western Sea, have nothing to fear from you hypocritical immortals!"

Behind the Dragon King of the West Sea, countless aquatic creatures, inspired by these bold words, roared in unison, their roars so powerful they shook the sea and caused the waves to churn backward.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Slay the evil forces! Flatten the enemy lines!"

"To avenge my Scaled Aquatic Clan!"

……

Subsequently.

Mirage Dragon Ao Shen, Little White Dragon Ao Lie, Little Crocodile Dragon Ao Tuo Jie... each went into battle again.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield is extremely tense.

Li Xuan surveyed the battlefield.

Lu Dongbin and Ao Moang were locked in a fierce battle, neither able to gain the upper hand.

The two immortals, He Xiangu and Han Xiangzi, exerted their utmost efforts to activate the Pure and Wonderful Method. The jade flute played melodiously, its clear sound lingering in the air, in order to ward off the disturbance of the remaining mirage illusions and the overwhelming siege of the aquatic creatures.

At this moment, He Xiangu was no longer the dignified and elegant woman she usually was.

The jade hairpin in her hair was nowhere to be seen, and her long, dark hair was stuck to her pale cheeks with cold sweat.

He Xiangu's originally elegant and simple Taoist robe was torn in places by the ravages of the magic's aftershocks.

Her curves were fully exposed, and large swathes of her snow-white skin peeked out from the tear, rising and falling with her rapid breathing. In the midst of the billowing smoke of war, her dazzling whiteness was particularly eye-catching.

The gold buttons on the front of her dress popped open, revealing her breasts. Her snow-white skin was faintly visible under the sweat-dampened fabric, like a lotus flower lightly touched by morning dew, pure and elegant yet with a touch of alluring charm.

He Xiangu's protective lotus platform also swayed with a blue light, like a candle flickering in the wind.

The lotus petals peeled off one by one, turning into charred fragments that were swept into the mirage.

"The Pure Lotus Purifies the World..."

He Xiangu parted her red lips slightly and sang softly.

She repeatedly made hand seals, trying to reunite the pure celestial light to ward off the raging onslaught of the mirage illusion.

Sudden.

"Ugh..."

"Um……"

He Xiangu parted her lips slightly and let out a suppressed groan of pain.

Her mind was thrown into chaos by Zhongli Quan's peril, and not only did she fail to complete the Dharma Seal, she was also violently attacked by the mirage.

Another streak of blood oozed from the corner of her lips, trickling down her chin and dripping onto the already tattered Taoist robe on her chest.

He Xiangu's Taoist robe was already riddled with holes from repeated fierce battles and the erosion of mirage energy.

Under the ravages of the spell's aftershocks.

The tattered Taoist robe could no longer conceal her exquisite figure.

However, it was noticeable that the Taoist robe on the left side had been torn at some point, completely exposing half of her delicate and rounded shoulder and her exquisite collarbone.

A few strands of hair playfully clung to He Xiangu's delicate collarbone, winding and twisting, disappearing into the depths of her slightly open robe, adding a touch of messy allure.

Sudden.

On the battlefield.

In the midst of a mirage.

"Crack!"

Several invisible claws, conjured from mirage energy, swept across her, leaving shallow bloodstains on her shoulders, adding to her tragic beauty.

They were attacked.

"Ugh..."

He Xiangu groaned in pain.

The jade belt around her waist had come loose at some point.

The hem of the tattered Taoist robe was torn open with a long rip that reached the top of the thigh.

A slender, snow-white waist, barely large enough to be grasped in one hand, and the outline of a round, pert jade-like bottom, were faintly visible beneath the tattered fabric.

"Fizz!"

"Hoohoho!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Eat her, I want to eat her!"

……

Sweat soaked through her thin underpants, clinging to her skin and revealing the plump, fleshy curves of her buttocks. They swayed slightly as she dodged the aftershocks of the spell, causing the aquatic spirits watching her to gleam with malice and utter incomprehensible howls.

The disheveled state of her body, barely clothed and with her private parts exposed due to the fierce battle, combined with her tearful almond eyes and her expression of shame and indignation, created a visually striking and sensual scene amidst the brutal carnage.

pity.

This is a moment in time, on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, there is only the cruelty of life and death, and no tenderness of pity for the beautiful.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Sudden.

The phantom formed by the mirage dragon's vaporous energy, like a ghostly hand, suddenly grabbed her loose back hem.

With a "whoosh" sound.

Her Taoist robe slipped off her shoulders in an instant, revealing a large expanse of her smooth back, nearly pulling her off the lotus platform.

"Ugh——!"

He Xiangu let out a short, mournful cry mixed with panic, shame, and pain, and hurriedly twisted and struggled.

As she twisted and struggled to break free in a panic, the violent movement caused her already open clothes to rip open completely, her full breasts heaving violently, almost bursting out of her clothes.

Her chest was almost completely exposed.

"careful!"

Fortunately, Han Xiangzi's flute music came to her rescue in time, breaking through the thick fog and saving her from falling into the sea.

"Woooooooo..."

However, He Xiangu was so ashamed that her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears, and a broken, choked sob escaped her throat.

At this moment, where is there even a trace of the serene and otherworldly aura of a fairy?
Only the wretched and poignant beauty of struggling on the edge of life and death, barely clothed, and with one's spring exposed.

If it weren't for Han Xiangzi's clear and melodious flute music, which acted like a lifeline, breaking through the layers of mist and pulling her back to the lotus platform, she would have been saved.

This only stunningly beautiful female immortal among the Eight Immortals has probably fallen into the boiling Western Sea below, becoming food or playthings for the aquatic creatures of the Western Sea.

At this moment.

Zhang Guolao transformed into a white bat demon, Lan Caihe treads on a flower basket, Cao Guojiu holds a jade tablet... Although the immortals each used their supernatural powers, they were already overwhelmed and surrounded, in imminent danger!
Li Xuan looked around and saw the Dragon Palace Water Formation was imposing. The Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Run, sat firmly in the center, commanding with composure and showing great power.

A fierce glint flashed in Li Xuan's eyes, and a murderous intent arose within him. He thought to himself:
"When shooting a man, shoot his horse first; when capturing a thief, capture the leader first!"

"If we don't defeat this old mudfish, the Dragon King of the West Sea, we Eight Immortals will be in grave danger!"

"If I can capture and kill Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, the dragon clan will be leaderless and fall into disarray, and our great cause will be accomplished!"

Without hesitation, Li Xuan began chanting incantations, activating the profound and mysterious Taiqing Immortal Technique.

He slammed the black iron crutch in his hand against the bottom of the "poisonous feather gourd" at his waist!
Li Xuan shouted:
"Disciple of the Medicine King, heed my command! Netherworld Corrupted Immortal, reveal your true form! Hurry!"

But then a muffled "hum" was heard, like the wailing of ghosts from the deepest hell, a sound that made one's heart tremble with fear!

Stimulated by this, the "Poison Feather Gourd" emitted a burst of purplish-black gas from its mouth, like a dam bursting, instantly spreading out and covering the sky, turning half the battlefield into a dark and poisonous domain!
This miasma is the true form of the "Netherworld Corrupting Immortal Miasma," and its power is even greater than before!

The miasma churned, and within it seemed to come the howling of millions of poisonous insects, with a stench that assaulted the heavens!

It is:

The Medicine King, with a benevolent heart, saves the world; his ability to eradicate poisons from the three realms is also divine.

When the poisonous feathers open, the netherworld appears; when the corrupt immortals rise, the ghosts and gods are terrified!

"Master, I'm here to help you!"

"I'm coming too!"

……

Behind Li Xuan, the disciples of Medicine King Valley, united in their hatred of the enemy, unleashed their respective medicinal and poison treasures to join Li Xuan in casting poison spells.

All of a sudden.

Hundreds of gourds, medicine cauldrons, and poison banners of all sizes emitted light, and various poisonous smoke, miasma, and venomous insects flowed into Li Xuan's towering "Netherworld Corrupting Immortal Miasma" like rivers flowing into the sea!
With this aid, the poisonous miasma becomes even more powerful!
As it churned, the poisonous miasma transformed into hundreds of ferocious giant beasts.

Poisonous scorpions raised their tails, ready to sting; poisonous snakes spat out their tongues like swords; poisonous toads bulged their bellies as if about to spew... These venomous creatures spewed poisonous fire and water that burned gold and corroded bones, and shot out evil light that bewitched the mind and confused the soul, rushing straight towards the dragon carriage of Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, like a tidal wave!

Wherever it passed, the seawater hissed and bubbled with poisonous foam.

The moment a seabird in the air touches it, it turns to a skeleton and falls sadly to the ground!

Li Xuan also transformed into a streak of purple-black light, closely following the poisonous miasma. His left iron crutch was filled with the power of the Supreme Purity Immortal, with faint sounds of wind and thunder. His right hand concealed three "Soul-Scattering and God-Destroying Nails" that shimmered with black light and were specifically designed to destroy the primordial spirit and Dao body. He headed straight for Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, intending to deliver a thunderous blow and take the Dragon King's head!

Poison Masters are extremely powerful, especially in their area-of-effect attacks.

present.

Li Xuan charged straight into the Western Sea aquatic tribes' army, intending to kill the Western Sea Dragon King Ao Run and turn the tide of the battle!

People only know that the "Medicine King" is a healer who saves lives, but they don't know that his skill in using poison is also unparalleled in the three realms, which perfectly matches the ancient saying:
"Every medicine has some degree of toxicity; the difference between good and evil lies in a single thought."

Medicine can save lives and benefit society, but it can also kill people invisibly!
(End of this chapter)