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Chapter 354 Seventy-Two Transformations - The Ten Ancient Fiends (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

Rumble————! ! !
A deafening roar shook the entire Meijian Peak and the surrounding mountains for hundreds of miles.

At the same time, large swaths of snow on the mountain peaks rolled down like a raging tsunami, cascading down to the foot of the mountain and instantly triggering a massive avalanche, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

It is unknown how much time passed before this extraordinary phenomenon, which caused such a cataclysmic upheaval, gradually subsided.

As the camera zooms in, on Meijian Peak, which has already collapsed by more than half, the enormous Ruyi Jingu Bang (the golden cudgel) shines with golden light. In the blink of an eye, it shrinks to its normal size and then flies into the sky like a streak of light, where it is firmly grasped by Wu Xian, who is standing on the Somersault Cloud.

Looking down, the snow-covered mountaintop has disappeared, replaced by a half-broken crater, where Yang Jian, who had stood tall in the sky, now kneels.

At this moment, his crown was shattered, his long black hair was disheveled, and his once flowing white robe was torn to shreds, revealing the black armor underneath. He looked extremely disheveled.

"True Lord, are you still planning to continue? Why don't you take a break and catch your breath?"

Wu Xian landed from the air, casually twirled the staff with a beautiful flourish, then hung the golden cudgel by his side and asked with concern.

Of course, it sounds like they care.

Look at the golden-red halo slowly emerging on the golden cudgel; this thing is clearly quietly accumulating its power, ready to unleash a big attack at any moment.

Yang Jian's eye twitched slightly, and he cursed "stinky monkey" in his heart, but he still tried his best to maintain his composure on the surface.

After catching his breath slightly, and confirming that Wu Xian did not intend to make the first move, he stood up and said in a deep voice:

"Not bad! In terms of staff skills and control over the Golden Cudgel alone, you are already not much inferior to Sun Wukong. But I wonder how well you have learned his other skills? Do you dare to let me test you?"

"Oh, I wonder what kind of skill you are referring to, True Lord?" Wu Xian raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"Naturally... it's the art of transformation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian turned around and used his Seventy-Two Transformations technique to transform into a black roc with a wingspan of over a hundred feet. The tips of its wings were dark gold, and it was the Golden-Winged Roc that had already fallen into his and Wu Xian's stomachs.

As we all know, although the Seventy-Two Transformations in Journey to the West are powerful, in the final analysis, they are just a way to avoid the Three Calamities.

Although this method allows for countless transformations, the things that are transformed, especially powerful monsters and divine beasts, are mostly just superficially impressive and unable to unleash their true power.

However, there is one exception: if one receives the other party's essence blood or natal magic weapon as a gift, one can acquire all of the other party's supernatural powers and abilities for a short period of time.

For example, the Golden-Winged Roc that Yang Jian transformed into at this moment was because he had just eaten a lot of the flesh and blood and spiritual essence of the Roc bird during the barbecue. Only after digesting it could he transform into it.

The Golden-Winged Roc is a top-tier divine beast, and according to legend, it even feeds on dragons. Theoretically, it has no natural enemies, so no matter what Wu Xian transforms into next, he cannot possibly surpass him in transformation techniques.

This is sure!

With that thought in mind, Yang Jian flapped his wings and swooped down like a black lightning bolt, his sharp claws aimed straight for Wu Xian's head.

Wu Xian seemed to have anticipated this. After chuckling, he put away his golden cudgel and used his transformation technique to transform into a bird-like creature as well.

“唳————!!”

A clear and melodious bird song suddenly rang out, and flames shot into the sky from the broken snow-capped peak. A large bird, its body enveloped in fiery red light, took flight. This bird was over a hundred meters long, its wingspan resembling clouds hanging from the sky, its feathers crystal clear and pure crimson.

Upon closer inspection, one can see faint golden patterns interspersed within the crimson, making it exceptionally luxurious and exuding an air of wealth and opulence.

Holy shit! !
Yang Jian, who had transformed into a golden-winged roc, suddenly braked in mid-air, staring at the fiery divine bird before him with surprise and uncertainty. After carefully confirming the other's aura, he couldn't help but gasp.

It's actually a phoenix, a legendary ancient mythical beast, the mother of the peacock and the roc!
Moreover, the phoenix that Wu Xian transformed into was both divine and physical. Unlike the phoenixes in the sky with mixed bloodlines that were only for viewing, its aura was incredibly powerful, completely surpassing the golden-winged roc that he had transformed into. It was a truly top-tier predator.

But how is this possible?
True pure-blooded phoenixes should have long since disappeared. Even if they did exist, where did this little monkey find one and how could it imitate the phoenix's aura so perfectly?

Could it be... that he's even eaten a phoenix?

Okay, Wu Xian has never eaten a phoenix, but another Wu Xian who transmigrated to the Perfect World learned the True Phoenix Treasure Technique from Liu Shen. By combining it with the Seventy-Two Transformations and activating the original rune power of the True Phoenix Treasure Technique, he could display part of the power of this ancient Ten Fiends.

Closer to home.

Seeing Yang Jian stunned after seeing him transform into a phoenix, Wu Xian naturally wouldn't let go of this good opportunity to steal the credit. He flapped his wings, transformed into a red light, and flashed in front of Yang Jian, scratching him with a claw.

Yang Jian groaned in pain and hurriedly flapped his wings to try to create distance, but Wu Xian, who had transformed into a phoenix, was no less fast than the Golden-Winged Roc and relentlessly pursued him.

Boom!! Boom!! Rumble—!!
High in the sky, amidst a flurry of snowflakes, red and black lights collided repeatedly, creating a magnificent beam of light that shook the heavens and earth. The shockwaves swept away the snow and dispersed the rumbling, churning clouds.

In the end, just as a son cannot defeat his father, the Golden-Winged Roc was no match for the Phoenix. Its wings were seized by the Phoenix's sharp claws, and its head was crushed in one bite.

Fortunately, the problem wasn't serious. Even after Nezha chopped off more than a dozen of his heads, the Bull Demon King was still full of energy. Yang Jian was naturally even less likely to be harmed. The headless bird-beast was thrown to the ground by the Phoenix, rolled over, and transformed into a magnificent white bear.

The meaning is clear: if we can't beat you in the air, let's have a contest on the ground.

Wu Xian let out a strange laugh, then flapped its wings and landed, transforming into a giant Qilin with a dragon's head and a horse's body!

polar bear:"……"

Soon, the battle ended with the polar bear being thoroughly humiliated by the Qilin. However, Yang Jian was still unconvinced and came up with many more variations, but they were all suppressed by Wu Xian's diverse array of divine beasts from the Perfect World, and he couldn't cause the slightest disturbance.

In the end, Yang Jian gave up his futile attempt, collapsed to the ground with his head tilted back, panting like a howling celestial dog.

As for Wu Xian, he sat on a rock not far away, his voice filled with laughter, and asked again, "True Lord, do you want to play again? How about we compete in the Law of Heaven and Earth again? This time I'll give you three moves first."

"I don't believe it. You're a wicked monkey. Who knows what underhanded tricks you might use again?"

Yang Jian rolled his eyes. He could tell that this chosen one was not normal. In terms of ability, he had already surpassed him and Sun Wukong.

Since that's the case, there's no need for the next test. After all, he's not a masochist, and it's good to avoid getting beaten up.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly again, then raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand and pressed them together on the third eye between his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)