Simultaneous travel: The group is about to be wiped out

Chapter 261 Everyone, it's time to discuss terms (Please subscribe)

At the same time, Haotian, who was watching the battle from above, turned his gaze to Guanyin and his tone became unusually cold.

"Cihang, if you dare to make another move, I will kill you right here. I guarantee that even if your two senior brothers arrive, you will not survive."

He is the emperor of the Three Realms, a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Hongjun, and even the two sages of the West have to give him some face.

In the Heavenly Court, with absolute power, Haotian's strength is definitely among the top ranks below that of a sage.

He was already being very lenient by letting this demon monkey insult him. If it weren't for the many teachings from the West, he wouldn't have tolerated it at all and would have slapped the demon monkey to death long ago.

Even so, he could not tolerate the Western religion continuing to violate the rules of Heaven.

As Haotian spoke, all the high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court who were watching the battle turned their attention to him.

The Golden Immortals of the Jie Sect who had been deified, led by Zhao Gongming, surrounded Guanyin, activating their magical power and preparing to attack at any moment.

Although they were greatly restricted by the Investiture of the Gods and could not take action against those high-ranking officials who colluded with the Heavenly Court, the Western Sect was not among them...

For a moment, Guanyin held the vase tightly in her hand and remained silent, not daring to make a move.

On the other side, the situation of Dipankara Buddha was particularly similar, with the aura of the Ziwei Emperor surrounding him completely enveloping him.

The moment the thought of taking action arises, a fierce attack will follow.

In this situation, we can only hope for the help of the Buddha in Sun Wukong's mind.

Suddenly, golden light appeared in Sun Wukong's eyes, which had been pierced by the spear. The golden Buddhist bead in his mind no longer concealed its light and suddenly unleashed its full power to shine brightly.

An unimaginable power erupted from the prayer beads, desperately resisting the suppression of the spear.

Clearly, the owner of the prayer beads, the Buddha Tathagata, one of the three Buddhas of the West, had sensed something was wrong and immediately activated the full power of the prayer beads.

If it were an ordinary spear used to suppress it, it might have already been freed.

This spear is imbued with the complete power of a vengeful spirit, an evolution of the power of a world's rules, which cannot be easily dissipated.

However, under the continuous influence of the golden prayer beads, the spear was eventually affected and began to buzz.

The power generated by a magical artifact controlled by a quasi-saint's magic is not so easily resisted.

Sun Wukong's consciousness gradually returned, and his resistance grew increasingly fierce...

Watching this scene, Chen Feng's expression remained calm. He calmly raised his hand, and the power of the Ice Soul Blood Clan's bloodline within his body was suddenly activated.

boom! ! !
Behind him, a river of blood was summoned.

The blood river stretches for hundreds of meters, towering high and imposing.

It is the ultimate skill of the progenitor of the vampire clan, the River of Blood.

Countless translucent phantoms floated on the river's surface; these were the remnant souls of generations of vampires. Their roars pierced through the blood waves, transforming into a thunderous roar that shook the earth and even caused space itself to distort slightly under this power.

It felt as if they would be swallowed and crushed by this endless river of blood at any moment.

Where the river flows, eerie, winding patterns rise in the sky, climbing and entwining like living things, wherever it goes.

Even the hardest jade building fragments began to melt, merging into the surging torrent and becoming part of the vampire's power.

Surprisingly, the color of this river of blood was different from the usual bright red; it was a more striking icy blue, and it also faintly exuded a chilling aura.

Chen Feng stood in the center of the Blood River, seemingly out of thin air, like a true king. He glanced at Sun Wukong struggling below and pressed his palm down.

Instantly, the blood river surged and rushed, pulling Sun Wukong in.

Upon entering the Blood River, the chilling blood rushed rapidly into Sun Wukong's body.

Seemingly sensing a deadly threat, the golden light immediately changed its target, focusing entirely on defending against the staining of blood.

Once stained with this blood, one's bloodline abilities will be marked with the mark of the vampire race. If one's strength is insufficient, one will directly become a true vampire and from then on obey the orders of Chen Feng, the progenitor.

It can be said that once Sun Wukong's body is stained with blood, his very foundation will be ruined and completely corrupted.

However, what the golden light failed to detect was a strange and hidden blue light that flowed into Sun Wukong's body through the muzzle of the spear.

Upon closer inspection, the blue light can be discerned to be in the shape of a small hand.

Taking advantage of the moment when the golden Buddhist beads were fighting against the icy blood outside, it silently sneaked into the soul.

Then the wisp of blue light stopped moving and gradually disappeared.

Having done all this, Chen Feng in the air couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; the plan was going more smoothly than he had imagined.

Sure enough, the Western religion had planted a trap in this monkey.

Fortunately, this expert had not yet reached a very high level, or perhaps due to the limitations of the Heavenly Court's environment, Chen Feng ultimately found a suitable opportunity to strike from behind.

Originally, Chen Feng planned to take advantage of the moment when everyone was distracted by the havoc in the Heavenly Palace to plot the destruction of the Investiture of the Gods.

But something went wrong, and the chance was gone.

After this one stunt, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future...

Even though the golden light of the Buddhist beads was extremely powerful, it could not withstand the combined force of the evil spirit's rules and the river of blood.

Gradually, the golden light began to dim...

Chen Feng stood atop the river of blood, calmly looking at Randeng and Guanyin, and chuckled before speaking.

"Gentlemen, can we now discuss our terms? I don't ask for much. Agree to three conditions and I'll release the demon monkey below."

"Of course, you two don't need to worry about anything. This demon monkey is, after all, a figure destined for great calamity, and his fate is in the hands of the West. I will not kill him; at most, I will teach him a lesson."

The word "lesson" was emphasized.

Everyone present understood that if the terms couldn't be agreed upon, Chen Feng would undoubtedly destroy the demon monkey's base, making the Western Sect, this future protector, a laughingstock.

“Alas, Amitabha, benefactor, why such conflict? Why not sit down and have a proper chat?”

A gentle voice suddenly rang out, and a kind-faced old monk suddenly appeared in the room.

The void trembled, and a nine-story glazed pagoda rose from the depths of the sea of ​​light, its spire supporting a glazed sun wheel with a diameter of ten thousand miles.

The old man sat upright on the thousand-petaled lotus at the top of the pagoda. He was covered with a thousand strips of glazed light, each strip reflecting the suffering of all beings in the ten directions, and transforming into a gentle light of healing the moment one touched a strip of light.

An extremely fragrant herbal scent wafted out, sweeping across the entire area, and the injuries of the heavenly soldiers and generals were completely healed in an instant.

At the same time, the dilapidated vegetation and the immortal trees that had been burned to the roots by the aftershocks of the battle began to revive under this fragrance, showing signs of life.

The visitor was none other than Bhaisajyaguru Buddha, a senior ancient Buddha in Buddhism. He held a very high position in Buddhism, and even the Tathagata treated him with great deference.

He had made twelve great vows in the past, the seventh of which was to eliminate diseases and bring peace and happiness to all beings, to cure all kinds of difficult and complicated illnesses, and to bestow wisdom so that beings suffering in the sea of ​​suffering could be enlightened. Therefore, he received the title of Medicine Buddha. Upon seeing the visitor, some high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court bowed to him to show their respect.

While the actions of the Western religion are indeed despicable, it must be admitted that this Medicine Buddha is a truly enlightened and highly accomplished Buddha.

Since attaining enlightenment, he has always done good deeds, and Heaven has bestowed upon him a great deal of merit, which enabled him to forge the Nine-Story Glazed Pagoda, a treasure of supreme merit.

Among all the treasures of merit, perhaps the only one that can surpass this treasure is the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda possessed by Laozi of the Taiqing Sect.

After the Medicine Buddha appeared, he did not look at Dipankara and Guanyin, but bowed slightly to Haotian.

"This has caused a lot of trouble for the Heavenly Court. Your Majesty, I will first apologize to the Heavenly Court on behalf of the two of them."

Haotian softened his tone towards this ancient Buddha who had performed great deeds, and shook his head.

"It's alright. Now that we've accepted the gifts, we naturally have to do our work. However, we hope you won't make things difficult for our Heavenly Court's True Lords afterward."

The meaning is quite clear: out of respect for you, we'll let bygones be bygones regarding Guanyin's offense.

However, if they still want to take action against the people of Heaven on Heaven's territory, then Haotian will not allow it.

The Medicine Buddha nodded and sighed softly, "I understand, old monk. Don't worry, I will take charge of this matter. I will handle it as it should be handled and will not let the people of Heaven suffer any loss."

After saying this, he turned to look at Chen Feng and smiled gently.

“I heard what you just said, young friend. The three conditions are fine, but could you please loosen your grip and release this future holy Buddha of the West?”

Chen Feng glanced at it and casually replied, "No rush, that golden light can last for a long time, enough time for us to finish our conversation."

That magical artifact is so wondrous, it must have certain limitations; consuming even a small amount of it would be enough to make the West feel the pinch.

Seeing this, the Medicine Buddha could only nod helplessly.

In the previous meeting, he supported using spiritual objects to persuade Chen Feng, the new True Lord.

Unfortunately, many within the sect wanted this new Jiejiao Zhenjun to become Sun Wukong's resources on his path to advancement.

As it turned out, their attempt to steal a chicken backfired, and they're likely to suffer a huge loss this time.

"Three conditions. The first one is self-evident, concerning spiritual resources. I want five times the share of other True Monarchs. In addition, three Bodhi seeds. This is non-negotiable. Your Buddhist sect can provide them. Besides, I had already made an agreement with the West. Now that I have won, there is no need to say more."

Although I felt a little heartbroken, it was still within an acceptable range.

Medicine Buddha nodded and agreed to the condition.

"Secondly, my Jie Sect's Senior Sister Yunxiao is still being suppressed at Qilin Cliff. Please release her. Thirdly, during the Investiture of the Gods war, some of my Jie Sect's fellow disciples were sent to the West. Now that enough time has passed, it's time for them to return."

During the Investiture of the Gods, the Jie Sect suffered a very tragic fate.

Some died, some were injured, and many were taken as mounts by Westerners.

Yunxiao, a powerful figure who was only one step away from becoming a quasi-saint, was directly suppressed by the saint, and half of his soul went to the Investiture of the Gods.

Half of his soul, along with his physical body, was suppressed beneath Qilin Cliff.

Upon hearing these conditions, Dipankara Buddha immediately became anxious: "Yunxiao was suppressed by the methods of a sage, what can we do? Besides, the disciples of the Jie Sect all voluntarily joined our Buddhist sect back then, what can we do?"

"No, you have a way."

Ignoring Dipankara Buddha's words, Chen Feng's gaze fell on Bhaisajyaguru Buddha, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

After a moment of silence, the Medicine Buddha finally spoke: "The first condition is fine, but I cannot make the decision on the second and third conditions on my own; they need to be discussed."

"The West agreed to all three conditions."

The next moment, a grand voice rang out, and the once clear sky above suddenly cracked open with golden light, as if an endless river of stars was surging through the cracks in the light.

First, countless rays of light, the color of crystal, descended upon the earth, turning the mountains, rivers, and seas into a crystal dreamscape. Then, the sound of chanting resounded from the depths of the void, each syllable causing the clouds and mist between heaven and earth to surge, and even the dust seemed to freeze in mid-air.

In an instant, a magnificent golden lotus bloomed from the core of the golden light, its petals unfolding layer by layer, each engraved with ancient scriptures and radiating a warm luster accumulated over millions of years.

One could see the Buddha Tathagata, one of the three Buddhas of the Western Paradise, sitting upright on a lotus, covered with a twelve-fold merit robe, each wisp of which seemed to bear the weight of three thousand worlds.

His body was enveloped in a radiant light that materialized into countless miniature Buddha images surrounding him. With a wave of his hand, the sun, moon, and stars seemed to flow around his palm.

"But the third condition needs to be changed. Those spirit beasts that have been taken as mounts can go back, but the others cannot."

Looking at the Buddha before him, Chen Feng glanced at the disciples of the Jie Sect around him, and finally nodded and bowed.

"Then let us do as the Buddha said."

To have achieved this level is beyond expectations; it's quite impressive.

With a casual wave of his hand, the river of blood behind him slowly dissipated, and then the spear was pulled out, falling into Chen Feng's hand and slowly disappearing.

As the method was unraveled, the golden Buddhist bead slowly dimmed its light and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, with the power of suppression gone, Sun Wukong also began to open his eyes.

"You demon monkey, you have acted recklessly, destroyed the Heavenly Court, and committed all sorts of grave mistakes. Today I will suppress you for five hundred years."

The next moment, a flash of Buddha's light appeared in the eyes of the Buddha, and with a flip of his hand, he pressed down on Sun Wukong.

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong was terrified and tried to dodge, but no matter what he did, he could not escape the reach of that palm.

boom! ! ! !

With a loud bang, the palm completely covered Sun Wukong and then fell to the mortal realm.

The moment it landed, its palm changed, transforming into a five-fingered mountain under a burst of golden light.

Suddenly, a six-character mantra appeared on the Five Finger Mountain, shining with golden light, connecting with the earth's veins, and completely suppressing Sun Wukong.

After doing all this, the Buddha bowed respectfully to the emperors and then looked at Chen Feng.

"The saint's methods at Qilin Cliff have been eliminated, but the Jie Sect still needs to send people to break through the mountain. The Jie Sect disciples who have been converted will be sent back in three days, and the spiritual items, supplies, and Bodhi seeds will also be delivered in three days."

At this moment, facing the Buddha, the expressions of the disciples of the Jie Sect around them were unusually different.

Silence, hesitation, anger, helplessness...

The Holy Mother of Wudang had a complex expression. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke: "Duobao..."

Before he could finish speaking, Buddha interrupted him with a soft sigh, his expression still filled with compassion.

"Fellow Daoist Wudang, Duobao of the Jie Sect no longer exists; now only Tathagata of the Western Sect remains..."

(End of this chapter)