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Xihe Niuzhou is a large mountain.

This place used to be called the Spider Cave, but times have changed and the cave is now completely abandoned, with weeds growing all over the entrance.

Meanwhile, 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, along with the Twenty-Eight Constellations and the Twelve Earthly Branches, had already been laid in ambush above the Spider Cave.

The Four Heavenly Kings, Nezha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and others stood on the clouds.

The man in black robes exchanged a glance with the giant scorpion, then clasped his hands and addressed the long-haired figure standing on the black lotus at the front: "Buddha, all the gods and Buddhas of the Three Realms have arrived. As long as Buddha and those immortals dare to show themselves, we can swarm them and take them down."

"Ah."

Wu Tian nodded calmly.

He wasn't worried about winning the battle at all; his fake immortals were armed with genuine magical artifacts, and their true strength was at least 60% of the originals.

The only thing that truly concerned Wutian was the fake Black Lotus Envoy. He had been hunting sparrows all day, only to have his eyes pecked by one. He had replaced all the gods of the Three Realms with fakes in order to trick Sun Wukong, but he never expected that the fake would replace the Black Lotus Envoy and instead lie in ambush by his side.

Once we obtain the seventeen relics and truly eliminate the reincarnation of the Tathagata, no genius will dare to rest easy.

"Swish."

The wild grass below, as tall as two people, trembled.

"They've arrived," the man in black said, bowing his head.

They looked down and saw a handsome young man emerge from the bushes.

"Could that be the reincarnation of Buddha?" The giant scorpion was eager to try.

“Definitely not.” The man in the black robe shook his head. “Look, he’s holding a woman’s hand.”

Even Wutian couldn't be sure of the handsome young man's identity. Logically speaking, the reincarnation of Buddha wouldn't make any fundamental mistakes.

But the mistake lies in this: what if the other party is bound by principles?

On the ground, Qiao Ling'er subconsciously grabbed Biyou Fairy's hand, her palm slightly sweaty.

"Ling'er," Fairy Biyou called out.

“It’s okay, we have to trust Brother Jie.” Qiao Ling’er said through gritted teeth, “He said I can stall for time, I can’t let Brother Jie down.”

Looking up at the countless gods in the sky.

Heavenly soldiers and generals stood on the clouds, their battle flags fluttering in the wind behind them.

The drummers and gong players beat drums, their movements sounding like thunder with each swing of their drumsticks.

Qiao Ling'er took a deep breath: "Wu Tian, ​​you still came."

"It really is you." Wu Tian instantly perked up.

"That's right, I said I would come back." Although Qiao Ling'er's heart was pounding and her back was completely soaked with sweat, she maintained a composed demeanor.

“You’re still not awake,” Wutian said, shaking his head. “But we need to settle things. Come with me, and I can let the people around you go.”

Qiao Ling'er subconsciously grasped Biyou Fairy's small hand. After feeling the strength transmitted from her to his palm, he took a deep breath and said, "Today, everything will be settled."

Although she spoke with certainty, Qiao Ling'er was actually feeling uneasy inside.

He thought to himself: Brother Jie, are you really up to the task?

Before seeing all the gods and immortals, Qiao Ling'er was determined to be an enemy of the Three Realms. But now that he found that he could not look away from the sky or the fake gods and Buddhas, he instantly lost his confidence.

Above the clouds, the man in black robes volunteered: "Buddha, I am willing to capture you!"

The giant scorpion was a step too slow, only managing to add, "Me too."

"Okay." Wutian nodded gently. "Be careful of ambushes."

"Those gods and Buddhas have all had their primordial spirits extracted by you, Buddha, turning them into ordinary people without any magical powers, leaving only Sun Wukong and the like."

The man in black robes was bursting with confidence. He used the power of all the gods in the three realms to capture the reincarnation of Buddha and Sun Wukong. How could his side possibly lose?
He charged towards Qiao Ling'er first.

At this moment, the black robe represents the gods of the three realms, exuding an ethereal aura, and the ground beneath their feet is auspicious clouds.

It truly felt like the heavens were unleashing their fury.

A rolling wave of air rushed towards Qiao Ling'er's head.

Qiao Ling'er took a deep breath, calmly raised her right hand, and pressed it down hard on the figure in black robes.

"boom!!"

The black-robed figure, who was diving down, noticed a blinding golden light coming towards him. In that instant, he seemed to transform into Sun Wukong from over a thousand years ago, and was slapped away.

Wutian, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, suddenly opened his eyes.

"it is good!"

He flicked his right sleeve lightly, catching the black robe that was flying backward, and placed it beside him.

"Thank you, Buddha, for saving me!" The man in black hurriedly knelt down to express his gratitude. "Please forgive me, Buddha, I..." Wutian had already swooped down towards Qiao Ling'er.

The body was a reincarnation of a Buddha who had not yet awakened his innate wisdom; he was just an ordinary person, yet the other party was able to unleash such powerful magic.

He wasn't surprised; he would only be surprised if Buddha had no backup plan.

Since the other party has the power, dragging this capture on will inevitably lead to complications, and it's time for me to take action.

He has no one but incompetent under his command.

However, Wutian had only descended to the height of the mountaintop when a golden rod suddenly grew longer and stabbed towards his face.

She raised her sleeve and gently swept the golden club away.

"Wu Tian!" The one who made the move was none other than Sun Wukong, the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

Nezha and Tang Sanzang followed behind, forming a triangular encirclement around Wutian.

"Buddha!" ​​Seeing that Wutian seemed to be surrounded, the giant scorpion and the black-robed man cried out anxiously, "Protect him!"

Whether we can win or not doesn't matter; what matters is making our stance clear.

Just as Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Tang Sanzang rushed out and surrounded Wutian, they were immediately surrounded by the gods in heaven.

One circle within another.

However, this time it was a fake god or Buddha who took the initiative.

When Nezha encountered the fake Nezha, he deftly deflected the other's spearhead with the tip of his spear and then pushed it away with a slight flick of his wrist.

"Puff puff puff puff——"

The fake Nezha was stabbed so badly he became a real lotus root person, his whole body riddled with holes.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell backward.

But instead of showing fear, he smiled and said, "You can't escape."

"Gui Zi, look at the tower!"

A familiar angry shout rang out.

Nezha looked up and saw a magnificent pagoda rapidly enlarging in his vision. He cried out in alarm and turned to run, but his body was uncontrollably pulled towards the pagoda.

"Nezha."

Sun Wukong's eyes widened in fury as he tried to rush forward to help, but he was surrounded by a group of immortals and could only watch helplessly as Nezha's figure was taken into the tower.

Each unleashed their magical weapons, and earth fires rose, eerie winds blew, dragons roared and tigers howled, and light radiated everywhere.

He twirled the golden cudgel in his hand, making it bounce and clang.

Tang Sanzang was also trapped in a predicament, surrounded by three Bodhisattvas.

The leading Guanyin Bodhisattva, holding a jade vase, said in a compassionate tone, "Tang Sanzang, why don't you quickly convert to Buddhism?"

"I'm sorry, I can't comply." Tang Sanzang rolled up his sleeves, making his stance clear.

"You're doomed to lose," the giant scorpion and the man in black robes said confidently.

Victory is decided.

We outnumber the enemy and have the advantage in numbers.

However, just as they were feeling triumphant, a figure suddenly flew into the sky, accompanied by a rolling gust of cold wind.

Just as the fake Li Jing retrieved the exquisite pagoda, he saw it fly back into the hands of the figure accompanied by a chilling wind.

Li Jing, his face glowing with a bluish light and exuding a ghostly aura, held a delicate pagoda and released Nezha.

Behind him, more and more gods and Buddhas with ghostly auras flew out, including Guanyin Bodhisattva standing on a ghost lotus, the Four Heavenly Kings who looked like world-destroying Asura demons, and the Eighteen Arhats, all with ferocious faces and bared teeth.

The demonic deities and Buddhas occupied the sky, forming a new encirclement that surrounded the false deities and Buddhas.

Tan Wenjie looked up at the sky, facing off.

We now have a larger number of troops and a numerical advantage.

The gods lost their magical powers and were left with only mortal bodies.

However, he used the abilities of the [Fengdu Emperor (Red)] skin to transform the gods and Buddhas into "ghosts." Although their strength did not increase, they gained magical power.

After fully absorbing the power of this skin, he was able to use it at will.

If you have magical power, you can use magical artifacts.

"The advantage is in my hands." Tan Wenjie held a dragon ball in his hand, with a radius of hundreds of miles centered on him.

[Fengdu Emperor - Skin (Red): Within a fixed range, all friendly units gain the "Ghost" attribute and enjoy all attribute buffs.] (End of Chapter)