Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

East of the Divine Continent, at the border of Aolai Kingdom, lies Flower and Fruit Mountain.

It was on the mountaintop where the immortal stone burst open, giving birth to the stone monkey.

Ancient trees reach for the sky in the mountains, vines hang down, exotic flowers and rare herbs are everywhere, and spiritual energy is shrouded in mist.

A group of about a hundred wild monkeys were frolicking on the flat, blue stone beach beside the mountain stream.

Some were doing somersaults, some were chasing and swatting at each other, and some were splashing water at each other by the stream.

The chattering and noise mingled with the roar of the waterfall, creating a scene full of wild vitality.

The stone monkey was among them.

Its fur is golden all over, shimmering like honey in the sunlight, and its eyes are like stars, lively and extraordinary in their glances.

It learns things the fastest and is the strongest. At this moment, it is surrounded by several slightly older monkeys who want it to perform an upside-down act.

Hanging down from the branches of an old pine tree that are tens of feet high, and then flipping back up to the top of the branch in mid-air.

The stone monkey didn't refuse. It chuckled and leaped up to the treetop in a few quick movements, hooking its hind legs onto a horizontal branch, and then its whole body hung upside down.

It swayed in the wind, making faces at the monkeys below, which made them clap and laugh, throwing up some wild peaches and fruits.

Just now.

"Whoosh!"

High in the sky, the clouds, sometimes stretching and sometimes swirling, seemed to be violently torn apart and scattered by an invisible giant hand!

It was neither thunder nor howling wind.

Rather, it was a kind of vibration originating from extremely high and distant places, so profound that it made the monkeys' hearts tremble.

The earthquake shook the mountain forest, causing the dewdrops that had gathered on the branches and leaves to roll off.

Then came a series of strange celestial phenomena.

First, a heavy, somber red aura surged forth, making the monkeys inexplicably restless and uneasy.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding white light flashed and disappeared behind a gap in the clouds high above.

It was so fast it was like an illusion, yet it illuminated half the sky for a fleeting moment and tore apart the thick crimson color in an instant!

Its light was so intense and bright that it made the eyes of the monkeys looking up sore, and they subconsciously squinted.

Then, streaks of crimson light and blinding white lightning occasionally flashed by in the far distance where the clouds had dispersed.

Even from a distance, one could still feel the intense heat contained within the crimson light and the chilling killing intent emanating from the lightning.

"Ouch!"

"Tian... what's wrong with Tian?"

"Is that thunder? How can it be so terrifying?"

"It doesn't seem like thunder, it's more like...like the sky caught fire and then broke apart!"

The monkeys had never seen anything like it before. They immediately erupted in chaos, all their playful antics ceasing.

They were all so frightened that they shrank their necks and hid their heads, squealing and yelling. Some crawled into the cracks in the rocks, some clung to the ancient trees, and the timid ones trembled with fear on their faces.

Although they have become sentient and can speak human language, they are still wild spirits and monsters, and their knowledge is limited to this corner of Flower and Fruit Mountain. How could they have ever seen such a strange change as if the sky had been torn apart?

There is an instinctive awe for the mysterious and unpredictable sky hanging high above our heads.

Seeing the strange phenomena in the sky, with clouds collapsing and light flashing, people thought it was the wrath of the heavens or some terrible calamity.

The stone monkey had already flipped off the pine branch and landed lightly.

Unlike other monkeys, it didn't panic and scream. Instead, it tilted its head back and stared unblinkingly at the sky with its golden eyes.

The blazing white and crimson light flowed and reflected in its clear eyes.

It scratched its cheek, blinked its golden eyes, and instead of being afraid, it found it novel.

A feeling that was hard to describe welled up inside me, a mixture of longing and confusion.

"Don't panic, don't panic!"

The stone monkey called out to the other monkeys:

"Look at that light, it's far away from us!"

Perhaps... perhaps there are some celestial performers out there, causing quite a commotion!

It did not know the gods, but only guessed at the battles between the mountain spirits.

This strange phenomenon lasted for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea. Instead of fading, the white light became even more intense and concentrated.

A muffled sound, like rolling thunder, came faintly from the depths of the sky, sometimes intermittent, sometimes continuous.

This caused the airflow within a radius of ten thousand miles to become subtly turbulent, and the mountain winds became erratic, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, losing their normal order.

The monkeys' playful noises completely ceased.

The only sounds in the forest were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the slightly heavy breathing of the monkeys.

Many monkeys had slid down from the high place and gathered on the relatively open and flat grass, huddling together.

Looking up at the sky, there was confusion in his eyes, as well as an unconcealable sense of unease.

Even the most mischievous little monkey clung tightly to its mother, no longer daring to run around.

The stone monkey's heart pounded more and more. It scratched its cheek, its golden eyes darting around, and it vaguely sensed that there was something extraordinary behind this celestial phenomenon.

Although the monkey troop gradually got used to this persistent strange phenomenon, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Just as the monkeys were filled with anxiety and at a loss,

"boom!"

Without warning, a muffled thud suddenly exploded from the highest point of the sky, where white light filled the air!

The deafening roar struck the hearts of every monkey!

"Squeak!"

"Oh my god!"

"That terrifies the monkey!"

Caught off guard, the monkeys were terrified by the loud noise, their fur standing on end as they jumped up from the spot with screams.

Then their legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground, or rolled in a ball, trembling with fear, not daring to even lift their heads.

The mountains and forests were completely silent, except for the aftershocks of the thunderous roar that echoed and collided in the valleys for a long time before finally subsiding.

The stone monkey was also shaken so badly that its blood and qi surged, and it almost fell off the pine tree. It quickly clung tightly to the tree trunk.

Suppressing its horror, it struggled to raise its head, straining its golden eyes to look once more at the source of the loud noise.

High in the sky, where white and red light intertwined, a straight crack appeared.

The mark was long, narrow, and deep, as if a giant sword that split the heavens and earth had slashed fiercely from east to west!

Spanning thousands or tens of thousands of miles, it cleaved the entire sky of strange phenomena in two!

As soon as the crack appeared, a point of crimson light at its core suddenly became bright!

Like a crimson star, it suddenly burst into flames amidst endless white light!

next moment.

Under the watchful eyes of the stone monkey and countless terrified monkeys below, that dazzling crimson light trailed a long, slender, and radiant tail.

From the unreachable heavens above, it plummeted down towards the vast earth below!

A calm, clear male voice, seemingly tinged with a faint smile, resonated throughout the universe:

"Third Prince, how was my sword strike?"

…………

Chen Jiao and Nezha clashed fists.

In an instant of silence, it was as if all sounds and colors in the world had been stripped away.

Immediately.

"Thump!"

A deep, muffled thud erupted from the point where their fists clashed, unlike metal or thunder.

It resembles the collision of two ancient mountains containing boundless power.

With a muffled thud, a visible ripple suddenly spread out, completely erasing the remaining wisps of cloud and dust between the two.

At the center of the ripples, Chen Jiao's body trembled, his face paled slightly, he groaned, and his feet involuntarily slid backward.

Each step he took in the void left a faint footprint with flickering, blazing white lightning patterns. He retreated a hundred feet before finally regaining his footing.

Nezha, however, was in a more sorry state.

He had hastily changed his move, using his fist imprint to meet Chen Jiao's long-prepared chisel punch, and had already suffered a hidden loss.

Before Nezha could even groan, he was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer and sent flying backward!

This flight is a thousand feet long!

The fiery wheels beneath his feet blazed wildly, leaving long trails of light, yet they couldn't stop his backward flight.

His lotus-patterned battle robe was ripped straight by the violent airflow, fluttering like a flag.

During the backward flight, the fierce light in Nezha's eyes did not diminish but increased. Instead of showing any sign of defeat, he grinned and revealed a smile that was almost gleeful.

"That's tough! That feels good!"

However, the Hun Tian Ling on Nezha's body had quietly spread out and unfolded, like a crimson ray of light.

Taking advantage of the moment when Chen Jiao was knocked back by the fist's intent and his breath was slightly sluggish, they silently and stealthily enveloped the entire space around him like a net from heaven and earth!

The crimson ribbons billowed and shimmered with light, seemingly light and weightless, yet containing immense power to bind immortals, lock gods, and suppress spiritual energy, instantly trapping Chen Jiao within their core.

This treasure is incredibly magical; it can move according to its owner's will, and can be used for offense, defense, and trapping enemies, with endless wonderful uses.

As soon as Chen Jiao regained his footing, he felt his spiritual energy completely shut down, and the flow of his powerful magic power became sluggish, as if he were trapped in an invisible yet resilient crimson net.

far away.

Nezha, who had been flying backwards for thousands of feet, managed to stabilize himself and hovered in the air on his Wind Fire Wheels.

Although his face was slightly pale, his breathing a little erratic, and his arms were trembling slightly, his face was full of a triumphant smile as he shouted:

"You silent devil! Your fists may be hard, but I'm not one to be trifled with!"

Nezha stood still a thousand feet away, his mind racing. He knew that the Thunder Magic of the Gourd was righteous and swift in breaking evil, and that the Hun Tian Ling alone would not be able to trap him for long.

We need to use even more ruthless methods to seize the opportunity when their physical form is constrained and their old strength has been exhausted while their new strength has not yet been generated, and to establish a decisive advantage in one fell swoop.

The moment a thought arises, the Dharma follows.

Nezha took a deep breath, and a faint red light emanated from his chest.

It was the second element of the Five Elements that it had refined, the innate Bing Fire Qi, that was flowing rapidly through its internal organs.

"call!"

A stream of true fire, its color a blend of red, blue, and white, imbued with boundless heat and the power to ward off evil, erupted from his mouth.

It is the true fire of Samadhi!

This fire is no ordinary fire; it is forged from essence, energy, and spirit, and is specifically designed to subdue evil spirits and burn metal and iron.

The true fire, though it emerged, did not rush directly at Chen Jiao. Instead, as if it possessed a spirit, it suddenly disappeared into the spread-out Hun Tian Ling.

In an instant, the originally crimson and tough Hun Tian Ling suddenly burst into flames of three colors!

The fire, fueled by the power of the silk, spread rapidly, transforming the hundred-foot-long silk curtain into a raging inferno.

The scorching heat made the cloud platform below glow slightly red, and it also subtly blocked all directions, hindering Chen Jiao's escape route.

At the same time, Nezha's Wind and Fire Wheels spun rapidly, with the wind and fire energies on the wheels surging and flowing at an unprecedented speed.

He formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and his magical power and the fire element surged to their peak. Suddenly, he pointed to the sky and shouted:

"Go back!"

A single word of truth can influence celestial phenomena!

But then, centered on Nezha, the air currents within a radius of hundreds of miles suddenly reversed!

It transformed into countless violent blue whirlwinds, swirling and emitting a piercing howl.

Instead of spreading the fire outwards, it poured in from all directions, from above and below, towards the location of Chen Jiao in the center!

Backdraft and backfire!

This is a divine power of the Heavenly Gang, capable of reversing the flow of raging winds and true fire, causing them to strike back at their source.

Nezha used the Samadhi True Fire and the Chaos Ribbon to create an endless sea of ​​fire, and then used this supernatural power to reverse the heavenly wind.

The wind fuels the fire, and the fire, aided by the wind, gathers all the power of the wind and fire!

It swept towards Chen Jiao, who was still unsteady on his feet, engulfing him in a massive, overwhelming attack!

The wind is a raging torrent, the fire is the Samadhi Fire, and it also contains Nezha's fierce and incomparable killing intent.

Ordinary water and fire supernatural powers, when encountering this force of wind and fire combining and counteracting each other, are often swept up and assimilated, resulting in harm to themselves.

Wind and fire intertwined, annihilating the void.

Its power was so great that even Venus, who was watching from afar, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the whisk in his hand fluttered in the wind.

This former star lord who once controlled killing and warfare naturally recognized the power of this supernatural ability, and also saw that Nezha's move combined wind, fire, and intent into one!

The interplay of wind and fire, their reversal forming a prison, has already grasped the essence of the two words "return" and "refinement" in the art of reversing wind and fire!

now.

Chen Jiao's figure was already engulfed by the boundless sea of ​​fire. Outside, the Wind and Fire Barrier sealed off all directions, while inside, the Samadhi True Fire coiled and eroded along the Chaos Ribbon.

As far as the eye could see, there was only endless howling wind and raging flames of red, blue and white, as if they were going to burn this entire celestial realm into nothingness!

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