In the beginning, he was ranked alongside An Shigeng as a spoiled brat.

The Golden-Winged Roc was completely unaware of the consequences this plan would bring.

For the Golden-Winged Roc, the bigger the better, so that it can display its power.

Chapter 155 Lion Camel Ridge Scares Away the Monkeys

"Old man, what place is this?"

Sun Wukong looked at the old man who had appeared out of nowhere, his eyes blazing, and stepped forward to ask him questions.

It could tell at a glance that the old man was an immortal in disguise, and must be a local earth god, mountain god, or a day-roaming god or other righteous deity. His blocking the road here must be no ordinary matter.

"Elders, please do not continue forward."

This place is called Lion Camel Ridge, stretching for eight hundred miles, where demons roam freely and dangers are unpredictable.

My ancestors told me that there once lived a Lion Camel Kingdom here, where the people lived in peace and prosperity. Suddenly one day, a group of monsters arrived, seized the mountain, became kings, and plundered the kingdom, cooking, boiling, and frying all the people in the city to make meat.

vomit!

Tang Sanzang had just stepped forward when he heard the news and immediately vomited, his face turning deathly pale.

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man who was still trying to persuade him, realizing that the old man was warning him that the demons behind him were extremely dangerous.

For a moment, Sun Wukong couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Old man, do you know the origin of the monsters on Lion Camel Ridge?"

If Sun Wukong asked such a question, an ordinary person would naturally not be able to answer it.

But he knew that since the old man had come to warn him, he must know some information about the other party. Sure enough, the old man looked at Sun Wukong and warned him:

"Speaking of the demons of Lion Camel Ridge, there are forty-eight thousand demons, large and small, among whom the three demons of Lion Camel Ridge are the leaders. The great demon king, the Blue-faced Lion, is two zhang tall, with serrated fangs and a terrifying face. It is said that he can swallow 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals with one mouth. The second demon king, the Yellow-toothed Elephant, is the most robust, like a mountain, with huge fangs and a dragon-like nose, and is indestructible. The third demon king, the Golden-winged Roc, is known as one of the three great demon kings of the demon world, along with the Great Sage Equaling Heaven of Flower Fruit Mountain and the Bull Demon King of Jilei Mountain!"

Hiss...

Upon hearing this, the four members of the group couldn't help but gasp.

Leaving aside the Great King and the Second Great King, the Golden-Winged Roc alone is a top-tier demon king who can be compared with the Six-Eared Macaque and the Bull Demon King, so one can imagine its strength.

With three terrifying demon kings blocking his way, even Sun Wukong had no confidence whatsoever.

"May I ask, sir, is there a shortcut around here?"

"Lion Camel Ridge stretches for eight hundred miles, and the surrounding mountain roads are rugged. If you elders were to take a detour, it might take you a year or two to get around it."

A year and a half?

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately shook his head; it would take too long.

Moreover, the Golden-Winged Roc had helpers, and so did he; among all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, there were only three mere demons.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong nodded nonchalantly.

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Meanwhile, at Lion Camel Ridge, a bonfire party was being held to celebrate the two demons' release from seclusion.

On the blood-stained, blackened cross, rows of tens of thousands of humans captured from surrounding countries stood.

At this moment, amidst the hysterical terror of these humans, the crackling oil cauldron beside them had just finished heating up, and the countless corpses around them already foreshadowed their impending fate.

The Green Lion Spirit and White Elephant Spirit, who had just emerged from seclusion, now felt their bodies brimming with power.

This was not an illusion; the blood essence condensed from the Blood Pill mixed with the Nine-Turn Golden Pill had unknowingly seeped into their bodies, activating their most savage power.

This power deep within their bloodline enabled them to dare to take up arms and mount their horses even when facing the Bodhisattvas Samantabhadra and Manjushri.

Not to mention Sun Wukong, who is merely a nobody.

Even if three Sun Wukongs came, the two were confident they could defeat them directly.

Chonglou watched from the shadows as the humans were about to be devoured by the oil slag, sighed, and chose not to offer any assistance.

Meddling in other people's business will only disrupt their plans.

This is Xiniuhezhou, a Buddhist region. The surrounding countries are Buddhist, and this is the heartland of Xiniuhezhou.

Even the Buddha doesn't care, so why should a mere Dharma protector of the Xuanmen sect care?

Moreover, from the perspective of the human race, they are not of our kind, and their hearts are bound to be different!

They were saved, but the humans thought it was a miracle from the Buddha, so in the end, all their efforts were in vain.

Perhaps the best way to vent their anger is to collect their souls as evil spirits after their deaths and use them to severely damage Buddhism.

After all, they were abandoned by the Buddha they believed in.

Once the truth is known, the original faith will turn into endless resentment, and in the end, they will choose to confront Buddhism head-on.

As a god or demon, Chonglou could only feel regret.

Heaven is ruthless; it treats all things like straw dogs!

Although it is said that the way of Heaven is impartial, in the eyes of the gods and demons who are high above, isn't it just as self-evident that all living beings are ants?

Ten thousand people?

If it were the previous world, Zhang Xiaoshan would have risked his life to save him.

But in Chonglou's eyes at this moment, it was nothing more than that, and he only felt a little sorry for them.

He had been a believer in the Buddha for generations, but in the end he was abandoned by the Buddha and even eaten by the Buddha's pet.

Over the past hundred years, countless corpses have been buried in the bellies of the three demons in Xiniu Hezhou, so one thousand more won't make a difference.

There are so many demons here that at each banquet, at least tens of thousands of people are captured and cooked.

Otherwise, how could the Lion Camel Ridge, stretching for eight hundred miles, be filled with skeletons and bones? This is not just the population of Lion Camel City, but the mountain of corpses accumulated by countless humans over the past hundred years.

This blood debt is also the reason why Chonglou set up the Xuan Yin Grand Formation here.

He wouldn't be able to live with himself as a human from the Eastern Continent unless he dealt a heavy blow to Buddhism.

As for the two demons, the Green Lion and the White Elephant, they will surely die in this calamity.

From the moment they ingested the Blood Pill, these two demons had no chance of returning to Buddhism.

Having consumed countless humans here, the medicinal power of the Blood Pill will surge as their true nature returns, merging with the accumulated malevolent energy over the past century.

This is also why the two demons felt their strength had increased dramatically.

Even the Golden-Winged Roc was only comparable to them at this moment.

However, since the Golden-Winged Roc had the support of the 937th Ancestral Phoenix, Chonglou could not completely outmaneuver him and could only recruit him and make him his own.

When the great calamity of a thousand years arrives, the Golden-Winged Roc will enter the calamity. Whether it lives or dies will depend on its own destiny.

Anyway, with Zhang Xiaoshan himself backing him up, Chonglou wouldn't do anything he wasn't sure of.

"What a terrifying demon!"

During the demon feast, Sun Wukong transformed into a fly to investigate Lion Camel Ridge. He was so frightened by the sight of the demons eating people that he fell to the ground.

The Lion Camel Ridge, stretching for eight hundred li, is even more terrifying than the old man described.

The two ferocious, domineering, and bloodthirsty demons, at the foot of the Skull Mountain where countless corpses were piled up, had devoured countless humans in this place.

At this moment, Sun Wukong also felt a little scared, not for any other reason than the cruelty of these demons.

Such a terrifying and bloody demon was completely unlike any of the demons he had encountered before.

Compared to this, the Yellow Wind Demon, the White Bone Demon, and the Spider Demon are not even in the same league; they can only be considered minor demons and are not even close to being considered a high-level demon.

And these are only two major demons.

On Lion Camel Ridge, there are forty-eight thousand demons.

It's easy to see that this is not an exaggerated number.

Even though Sun Wukong once rebelled on Flower Fruit Mountain, it pales in comparison to this place, which is a kingdom of demons.

For a moment, even Sun Wukong had the thought of retreating.

Chapter 156 Master and Disciple Captured

"Senior brother! Something terrible has happened! Master has been captured by a monster!"

Just as Sun Wukong returned to where he and his disciples were resting, Zhu Bajie came running over excitedly.

The figures of the White Dragon Horse, Sha Wujing, and Tang Sanzang had all disappeared, leaving nothing behind. This caused Sun Wukong to frown and look fiercely at Zhu Bajie.

"Idiot, what's going on?"

"Senior brother, not long after you left, a large bird swooped down from the sky and snatched Master and Junior Brother Sha away."

"I, Old Pig, am lucky; I dodged when I sensed danger. But that demon was too fast; with a flap of its wings, it vanished in a golden light. I, Old Pig, can only wait here for you to return, Senior Brother."

"A giant bird? A golden-winged roc!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected that the Golden-Winged Roc would sneak into his home while he was away.

Thinking of the bloody scene he witnessed at Lion Camel Ridge, Tang Sanzang was lucky to have been captured; otherwise, he would have been skinned, dismembered, and deep-fried by a group of demons if he had been a little later.

Immediately, Sun Wukong went to gather information himself and sent Zhu Bajie to Mount Ling to seek help.

Sun Wukong knew that he could not possibly withstand the cruelty of these demons on his own, and the best way was to go to the West to ask the Buddha for help.

As for the East?

This is the heart of Xiniu Hezhou. If Pigsy were to rush east to ask for reinforcements, Tang Sanzang would probably already be devoured by a group of demons.

Moreover, since they were on a pilgrimage to the West, Sun Wukong had already vaguely guessed the purpose of Buddhism.

Tang Sanzang absolutely cannot have any problems.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wukong returned to the Lion Camel Ridge, which stretches for eight hundred miles!

Although the mountains are not teeming with demons, there are small demons roaming everywhere, and the forest is filled with skeletons and corpses.

Instead of directly challenging the two demons, Sun Wukong transformed into a mosquito and flew back inside.

As soon as they entered, they saw that the Golden-Winged Roc had already returned to the demon cave of Lion Camel Ridge, and Tang Sanzang was brazenly tied to the cross next to the oil cauldron. A group of lesser demons were adding firewood to the cauldron, sharpening knives and adding water, excitedly staring at Tang Sanzang.

As for Sha Wujing and the White Dragon?

Sun Wukong searched around but couldn't find it; he didn't know where it had gone.

Clearly, these demons are planning to eat Tang Sanzang tonight.

Sun Wukong wanted to help, but the three demons were drinking and chatting on one side, their eyes constantly watching their surroundings.

The three demons naturally knew that Sun Wukong would come to rescue Tang Sanzang, and they were also quite familiar with his abilities. Therefore, they kept a close watch on their surroundings, ready to catch Sun Wukong like a turtle in a jar and capture him and his disciples together once he appeared.

Sun Wukong couldn't find an opportunity to strike, and seeing that Tang Sanzang was about to be stripped and washed by a group of little demons, he became anxious.

Besides Sun Wukong, the eighteen guardian deities, six Ding and six Jia, five Jiedi, and four duty officers protecting Tang Sanzang along the way were also extraordinary; they couldn't possibly have just watched Tang Sanzang get deep-fried.

These three demons are right in front of them. If they make a move, they will surely be killed on the spot.

Where the difference in strength lies, they are all powerful demons no less than Sun Wukong.

They had no doubt about the abilities of these three demons.

"Your Majesty, the oil in the cauldron is already heated, and Tang Sanzang has been washed clean. Shouldn't we put him in the oil now?"

"Is it?"

The Green Lion and the White Elephant looked at the oil pot prepared to the side, where Tang Sanzang had already been washed clean. They waved their hands, signaling several nearby demons to start deep-frying Tang Sanzang.

This scene made Sun Wukong unable to hold back any longer.

After all, Tang Sanzang was made of flesh and blood; once he was put into the oil fryer, he would be cooked in no time.

Ah!

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and it turned out that Tang Sanzang, who had been thrown into the boiling oil, had transformed into a little demon.

Under the high temperature of the oil, it immediately revealed its true form: a ferocious and terrifying jackal over ten feet long. The jackal howled in pain and was quickly cooked, the sizzling aroma attracting many demons.

But most of the demons looked around warily.

The one who was just thrown down was clearly Tang Sanzang, so why did he become a little demon?

The green lion and white elephant, however, showed no surprise. As they were both bodhisattvas' mounts, they naturally knew that Tang Sanzang could not possibly be fried to a crisp.