Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 342 Exquisite Pagoda? Give it to me!
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump—

Above the clouds, Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, who was still striking a pose, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his third son, a magical treasure, use his three heads and six arms to turn the tide of the battle.

After thinking to himself, "This is it," he immediately ordered the heavenly soldiers and generals to beat the war drums to cheer on Nezha.

At the same time, the Four Heavenly Kings and the Twenty-Eight Constellations, along with other immortals and gods, received Li Jing's orders to once again deploy the Heavenly Net Formation. However, this time the mode was changed, from a group attack to a targeted poison-healing support.

Weakness, paralysis, sluggishness, erosion... one negative buff after another was thrown at him without restraint, all covering Wu Xian's body with the power of the formation.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it were an ordinary immortal, this one move would drain their magic power and physical strength, leaving them no different from a mortal. Even for those with powerful supernatural abilities, it would result in a significant weakening of their combat strength, making it difficult for them to recover to their peak in a short period of time.

"Ah!"

Feeling the various restrictions constantly falling on him from the void, and looking at Nezha's three heads and six arms, each hand holding a magical weapon, Wu Xian couldn't help but let out a sneer.

The next second, he dodged the impact of the Qiankun Ring, instantly deflected the Demon-Slaying Sword and the Demon-Subduing Pestle aimed at his face, and then, with a slight bulge in the muscles of his arms, he swung out a staff.

An indescribable, terrifying power flowed from the Flying Dragon Staff to the Fire-Tipped Spear, causing Nezha's arms to go numb and his whole body to tremble violently. Even with the help of the Wind and Fire Wheels, he couldn't help but fly backward repeatedly.

However, before Nezha could even get used to this terrifying power, three more staff shadows attacked from the front and back. As his pupils contracted, he quickly raised his other five arms to fight back with his magic weapons.

boom------! ! !
With a deafening roar, Nezha was sent flying backward like a cannonball, covering a distance of over a thousand feet, until the Giant Spirit God reached out and caught him, bringing him to a stop.

With some difficulty, Nezha stood up from the giant spirit's palm, his seemingly emotionless gaze coldly fixed on the distance.

Wu Xian, who was standing in the void, suddenly had four arms on his back. Each pair of hands held a club of a different shape, and he was also using a supernatural power similar to that of a three-headed, six-armed being.

In fact, this is not a magical power from the Black Myth world, but the Zhu Yan Treasure Technique shared from the perfect Wu Xian.

Originally, due to the limitations of the mysterious space, this precious technique could not be used directly in the Black Myth world.

However, after Wu Xian's research and modification of the original true runes, and with the help of Liu Shen, many of the treasures in Perfect World have gained versatility similar to the exchange capabilities of the Main God Space.

In this way, Wu Xian and his ilk only need to adapt slightly to the rules of their respective worlds to be able to unleash these precious techniques and retain their original power as much as possible.

"What, I haven't even used any force yet, and you're already done for?"

Looking at the red-clad youth staring back at him from afar, Wu Xian grinned, his smile unrestrained, as he stretched out his four arms behind his back and gripped the weapon tightly in his palm.

Flying Dragon Staff, Kun Cudgel with Hundred Eyes, Scale Cudgel with Coiled Dragon... These are weapons he forged from various materials he collected along his journey from Black Wind Mountain.

Although these three weapons are not as powerful as the magic weapons in Nezha's hands in terms of grade, they give people a more ferocious aura, as if you can see the reflection of mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind him.

For a moment, the heavenly soldiers and generals, and even the immortals and gods who were besieging Huaguo Mountain, all felt a sense of unease and subconsciously avoided Wu Xian's figure, not daring to look him in the eye.

"What's there to be afraid of with a pile of scrap metal?! Do you really think he's Sun Wukong from back in the day?!"

Li Jing was also somewhat frightened, but thinking of the attitudes expressed by the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West before this expedition, he gritted his teeth, waved his command flag again, and gave the order.

"All generals of the Thunder and Fighting Departments, listen to my command! Maintain the Heavenly Net Formation! Twenty-Eight Constellations and Nine Luminaries, all troops, launch an attack to assist Nezha in slaying the Chosen One! We must not allow him to get even a step closer to Flower Fruit Mountain!!" Upon hearing this, all the immortals and gods looked at each other, seeing hesitation and reluctance in each other's eyes. Clearly, they did not want to fight the Chosen One, whose appearance and methods were very similar to Sun Wukong's.

However, as the commander-in-chief of this expedition, Li Jing had the authority to direct and mobilize them. If they dared to disobey orders and shirk their duties, he would report them to the Jade Emperor upon their return to Heaven, and they would still suffer the consequences.

Thinking of this, the immortals and gods couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, but they still gritted their teeth and followed Nezha, who had regained his strength, to ride the clouds and surround Wu Xian, who was full of imposing momentum. All kinds of magical treasures and weapons were deployed and fought against him like a wheel.

"Hahaha—good timing!!"

Wu Xian laughed loudly, his six arms wielding three iron rods. In an instant, heavy shadows of rods and fierce winds spread in all directions, seemingly covering the entire space within a radius of several miles.

Their speed is so fast that it is as if water cannot penetrate them, and their movement trajectory is impossible to discern with the naked eye. They strike from the most unexpected places, like a gazelle hanging its horns, making them unpredictable.

With such staff techniques and speed, coupled with indescribable terrifying strength, apart from Nezha who could barely hold on with his three heads and six arms, all the other immortals and gods were beaten so badly that they didn't even dare to show their heads.

Before long, half of the twenty-eight constellations were afflicted with severe damage, and the Nine Luminaries were also in a state of utter defeat and disarray, drawing Wu Xian's mocking laughter.

At this moment, the resounding sound of the strings came again. It was one of the Four Heavenly Kings, Dhritarashtra, who plucked the jade pipa in his arms and played a captivating melody of the Great Dao, intending to bewitch Wu Xian's primordial spirit and weaken his power.

At the same time, countless fine blades rained down, as if they were alive, automatically bypassing the numerous immortals and gods, and accurately covering Wu Xian's vital points.

Wu Xian didn't take the attack seriously at all, letting the sonic blades hit his body and sparks fly continuously, but he was completely unharmed.

As for the pipa music echoing in his ears, he simply assumed it was Dhritarashtra playing to entertain them, and even hummed a tune himself.

Upon closer listening, it turns out to be Sun Wukong's exclusive background music—the Little Knife Society Overture!
It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.

The Heavenly King Dhritarashtra had never suffered such humiliation. He immediately roared and summoned his three underlings to join this righteous brawl.

In the end, even the seemingly foolish Giant Spirit, who had been playing a supporting role, got involved.

And then... that was it.

This same team, which couldn't defeat Sun Wukong when he had just completed his cultivation, naturally couldn't defeat Wu Xian now either. Instead, they were slaughtered by Wu Xian in an unreasonable manner, suffering heavy casualties.

The original number of heavenly soldiers and generals, which exceeded 100,000, has now dwindled to less than one-tenth, with only about six or seven thousand remaining.

As for the celestial beings such as the Twenty-Eight Constellations and the Nine Luminaries, they also suffered heavy losses. If it weren't for Nezha and the Four Heavenly Kings bearing most of the pressure, the Heavenly Court would probably have undergone a major personnel reshuffle soon, and the entire Three Realms would have been thrown into chaos.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, a look of despair flashed in Li Jing's eyes. He knew that this mission could not be completed. He was about to order a retreat from the Flower Fruit Mountain area and wait until he returned to the Heavenly Court to report the situation before making further plans.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis and instinctively tried to use the exquisite pagoda in his hand to protect himself.

The next second, Li Jing felt his right arm suddenly go empty, as if he couldn't feel its presence.

He stiffly turned his head to look, only to see a hairy fist filling his entire field of vision.

(End of this chapter)