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

The online sensation "Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord Jingfa," a heartfelt work by author Hengyang Yanqu, is now available.

Seeing the vast Samadhi True Fire merge with the Heavenly Wind Vortex, completely engulfing Chen Jiao's figure.

The crimson, blue, and white Samadhi True Fire surged and swirled within the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon), fueled by the wind and amplified by the wind, transforming into a vast and infernal inferno.

The blazing white light of the lightning occasionally flickered within, but was quickly swallowed up by the surging Samadhi Fire and the swirling heavenly winds, becoming almost indistinguishable.

Nezha then stood still in the void a thousand feet away, the flames of his Wind and Fire Wheels slightly subsided, and he adjusted his breathing slightly, feeling a sense of awe in his heart.

This silent fellow's cultivation has advanced remarkably. He clearly hasn't absorbed even a single wisp of the Five Elements Qi, yet he possesses such power.

If it weren't for the exceptional resilience of my lotus root body and the ceaseless flow of life force from the Yi wood element, that clash of fists just now would have resulted in far more than just a numb arm.

Thinking of this, Nezha felt waves of tingling and stinging pain in his right arm.

It felt as if countless fine golden needles were pricking between the meridians, making the flow of qi and blood quite sluggish, and there was even a faint sign that I could not hold the fire-tipped spear in my hand.

"I almost forgot about this taciturn man's specialty..."

Although Nezha's body, reconstructed from lotus root, is not afraid of ordinary weapons or fire, it is actually restrained by the pure and refined metal element magic that is dedicated to destruction.

Like fine wood meeting a sharp axe, or lotus root silk being cut quickly, it is inherently inferior.

Just now, when their fists clashed, the sharp golden lightning energy that penetrated his body almost tore apart Nezha's lotus-like spiritual essence, causing him great discomfort.

If it weren't for his deep-rooted Yi Wood, the long-lasting vitality of his lotus root body, and the protection of the Fire element, he would have been different.

That punch we just exchanged must have caused more than just a sore and numb arm.

Nezha's gaze was like lightning, piercing through the raging wind and fire, and locking onto the core of the purgatory.

With its Samadhi True Fire and the force of returning wind and fire, it seems to have the upper hand. But can it trap, kill, and refine Chen Jiao?

He himself was not entirely confident.

After secretly adjusting his breathing for only a short while, just as Nezha was about to unleash his magical power and activate his supernatural abilities, he suddenly sensed something amiss.

The howling, swirling wind that fueled the fire suddenly stopped without warning, breaking the momentum of the wind and fire!

Just then, the wind died down and the fire subsided.

A burst of blazing white light suddenly pierced through the layers of Samadhi True Fire and the bindings of the Chaos Ribbon, and shot out!

Then came the second point, the third point... Hundreds and thousands of blazing white lightning bolts erupted!

Its light was pure and magnificent, and its power pierced through the nine netherworlds, making all the red, blue and white flames in the sky pale in comparison.

The sky was filled with red, blue and white flames, as if they were blown apart from the inside by an invisible force, and scattered in all directions!

The chaotic and disordered spiritual energy caused by the raging wind and fire was swept away by the lightning, revealing a purity reminiscent of the beginning of creation.

The incredibly flexible Hun Tian Ling also trembled with a mournful cry, its crimson light dimmed, it rapidly shrank, and rolled back.

The wind and fire dissipated, leaving only thunder illuminating all directions, casting a bright white light that revealed every detail.

Amidst the lightning, a figure stood holding a halberd.

It was Chen Jiao.

His black robe fluttered in the wind, completely intact, except for the faint, lingering electric currents that still clung to his clothes and hair.

The blazing white lightning halberd in his hand shone with inner brilliance, its tip pointing outwards.

Behind him, boundless lightning formed a cloak, like a majestic Dharma image, illuminating half the sky as a brilliant day.

It forms a clear boundary with the remaining embers of wind and fire in Nezha's territory that have not yet completely dissipated.

Chen Jiao looked calmly at Nezha, who was still recovering his breath a thousand feet away and had a look of astonishment on his face. He slightly raised the Thunder Halberd in his hand.

Their gazes met in the void, and in the next instant, both figures vanished from their original positions.

One crimson and one black, illuminated by towering lightning and the lingering wind and fire, charged forward simultaneously.

Chen Jiao strode through the void, each step generating thunder.

The towering lightning shadow behind him suddenly receded, returning to the blazing white lightning halberd in his hand, its tip slicing through the clouds with tiny sparks of electricity.

Nezha's Wind-Fire Wheels roared angrily. Although the Red Silk was put away, the Fire-Tipped Spear was already in front of him, with a cold star at the tip, full of the true meaning of Bing Fire.

A distance of a thousand feet can be covered in an instant.

"clang!"

The spear tip and the halberd blade clashed together without any fancy moves. Before the sound of metal clashing could even erupt, an even more explosive roar of thunder and fire had already swept across the surrounding area!

The violent air currents and chaotic energy have torn a huge hole in the sea of ​​clouds below.

Thunder and true fire erupted wildly at the point of clash, exploding into a chaotic mass of thunder and fire, with electric snakes dancing wildly and streaks of fire flying within.

Instantly separate.

Both were skilled in close combat, and at this moment they abandoned their supernatural abilities and fought purely with their martial arts.

Nezha's spear technique is fierce and domineering, carrying the momentum of wind and fire, with each spear strike containing the power to burn rivers and boil seas.

Chen Jiaoji's techniques are profound and weighty, combining offense and defense. Blazing white lightning moves with the halberd, fierce yet agile.

Each time, at the critical moment, the spearhead would be deflected and the weapon would be counter-attacked to a vital point.

Thus, with spears and halberds clashing, a hundred or so rounds were completed in the blink of an eye.

Above the cloud platform, thunder and fire intertwined, figures flew about, and the sound of metal clashing was continuous. The two sides were evenly matched and it was difficult to determine who was superior.

However, those with discerning eyes, like Venus, could already see the clues.

Chen Jiao's halberd technique was like a river gathering momentum, each move heavier and more profound than the last, subtly suppressing Nezha's agile and fierce spear technique, causing it to stagnate slightly.

The more Nezha fought, the more daunted he became.

The golden energy within his arm had not yet dissipated, and new pressure added, making the Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand feel heavier and heavier, making it difficult to fully display the many exquisite variations of his spear technique.

He thought to himself with a chill: "This taciturn fellow has actually improved his martial arts skills so much!"

His halberd technique is grand and righteous, using overwhelming force. If this entanglement continues, he'll likely gain a firm advantage!

He then feinted with his spear to deflect the halberd's edge, and using the momentum, he spun around, his left hand already secretly gripping something.

Seeing that Chen Jiao had parried with his halberd and that the old force had just dissipated before the new force had arisen, he suddenly let go!

A golden, heavy square beam of light appeared, unassuming in appearance, yet faster than lightning, silent and stealthy, striking directly at Chen Jiao's face!

It was none other than Nezha's treasure for close-quarters surprise attacks—the gold brick!

When this treasure is unleashed, it does not rely on supernatural transformations, but solely on its inherent power and unexpected attacks. Countless demons have fallen beneath this brick.

"Go!"

Nezha let out a low shout, and his Fire-Tipped Spear followed closely behind the golden brick, thrusting straight at Chen Jiao's center. It was a combined attack of brick and spear, aiming to achieve victory in one strike!

The golden light touched his face, but only for a moment.

Chen Jiao's eyes suddenly sharpened, becoming as cold as stars.

If this brick were to strike solidly, even a true immortal with a body protected by profound arts would likely suffer bruises and a shattered soul.

The golden bricks burst through the air, sealing off all directions; their heavy, powerful, and protective intent had already locked onto them.

Just this moment.

Chen Jiao lowered his wrist and twisted his elbow with one arm, and the Thunder Halberd, which was already exhausted, used its remaining momentum to draw an exquisite small arc, barely deflecting Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear.

The spears clashed, sending out a trail of blinding sparks.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Jiao clenched his left hand in front of him, and with a clear, resonant sword sound, a sword light shot out and swiftly returned to his palm.

It is indeed the Thunder Yang Subduing Demon Sword!

The BRICS summit was right in front of him, and the strong, heavy wind made Chen Jiao's hair fly backward.

Before he could think it through, Chen Jiao let out a low shout, his voice booming like thunder.

Chen Jiao gripped the Immortal Sword in his backhand, the blade almost in a straight line with his arm, and slashed horizontally at the golden brick that was already within reach!

The blazing lightning, like the rising sun, transformed into a condensed, blazing white arc of light.

"Clang!"

A sharp, metallic cracking sound suddenly erupted, a stark contrast to the muffled clang of spears and halberds that followed.

The incredibly heavy brick, which was designed to break through magical restrictions, suddenly stopped, its momentum completely gone. Golden light flashed wildly across its surface, and it emitted a humming sound as if it could no longer bear the weight.

It then collapsed back at an even faster speed, leaving a faint charred slash mark on the brick, and the spiritual light dimmed slightly.

The Thunder Yang Subduing Demon Sword was personally forged by the Dao Ancestor. It is Chen Jiao's natal immortal sword, having drunk the blood of a star lord. Its sharpness is contained within, and it also possesses the power of thunderous heavenly lightning to slay evil and destroy evil spirits.

Although the gold brick was heavy, it flew out of my hand and lost its momentum.

This straightforward, unadorned clash clearly demonstrated the superiority of the opponent.

Just as Nezha was about to thrust his spear again, his pupils contracted slightly upon seeing this, and he let out a soft exclamation.

His movements were incredibly fast; he spun around like a lotus leaf swaying in the wind, dodging the flying gold brick, and caught it steadily with his left hand.

Touching the brick, one could feel its slight heat and the faint lingering force of thunder.

"What a fine sword!"

Nezha secretly praised it, naturally recognizing that this sword was the very weapon that had destroyed the mansions of the two star lords, Jidu and Ziqi, on that day.

The sharpness of the sword and the purity of the thunderous force truly lived up to their reputation.

He knew that Chen Jiao's seemingly effortless backhand sword strike actually demonstrated his exquisite control over thunder and swordsmanship.

Moreover, the Thunder Sun Demon-Subduing Sword itself is extraordinary, and it would be difficult to win quickly in a direct confrontation with magic weapons.

When Nezha suffered a setback, the fierce light in his eyes intensified, but he showed no remorse. Instead, he became more excited when faced with a stronger opponent.

If that's the case...

"You silent devil, let me show you what I'm really capable of!"

With a sharp shout, Nezha's expression turned solemn, and his aura suddenly changed. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and his left hand formed a magic seal.

He took a deep breath, his chest slightly bulging, and the first of the five elements he had refined, the innate wood element, suddenly burst forth!

The Qi of Yi Wood belongs to Yin Wood, which is the wood of flowers, grasses and vines. It represents vitality, growth, flexibility and change, which is exactly the origin of the lotus root.

The pure essence of Yi Wood rose from the dantian and instantly flowed throughout the entire body.

Once the incantation is mastered, supernatural powers will naturally manifest.

"Change!"

Then Nezha uttered a single word of truth.

The void trembled slightly, and a misty blue light suddenly appeared.

But then Nezha's figure swayed on the spot, and in an instant, he split into three!

Two more heads suddenly sprouted from the shoulders and neck, their faces identical, both with arrogant brows and eyes.

Four arms suddenly stretched out from her side, her skin crystal clear, with the texture of lotus roots faintly visible.

With three heads overlooking the six directions, and six arms each wielding a divine weapon!

This is the manifestation of the supernatural power of Yi Wood. It borrows the innate foundation of the lotus root and is nourished and stimulated by the life force of Yi Wood to manifest the form of a fighting dharma!

Furthermore, the lotus root is resistant to ordinary injuries and can regenerate severed limbs, making it ideal for close-quarters combat!

Once the Dharma body was formed, Nezha's six arms moved in unison, each holding a magical weapon with a different radiance and soaring aura.

He wielded a demon-slaying sword in one hand, its cold light gleaming; and a demon-slaying blade in the other, exuding a menacing aura.

With one hand, he unfurled the demon-binding rope, revealing glimmers of golden light; with the other, he held a demon-subduing pestle, its weight heavy and ancient.

One hand holds an embroidered ball, its flames subtly burning; the other hand still holds a fire-tipped spear, its crimson light flickering.

Six kinds of divine weapons and magical treasures were unleashed, their precious light soaring into the sky, their ferocious power overwhelming the world.

Three heads and six eyes locked onto Chen Jiao, their energies intertwined, leaving no blind spots.

Six kinds of divine weapons and magical treasures were unleashed, their precious light soaring into the sky, their ferocious power overwhelming the world.

Three heads and six eyes locked onto Chen Jiao, their energies intertwined, leaving no blind spots.

Nezha grinned, and his three voices boomed in unison, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky: "You mute! Take this!"

The three heads shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens!

Before the words were even finished, all six arms swung simultaneously!

The sword cleaved the crown of the head, the knife severed the waist and ribs, the rope bound the feet, the demon-subduing pestle smashed down on the head, and the embroidered ball flew up in a myriad of shapes.

Even more shockingly, a fire-tipped spear was thrust straight into his heart!

The attack was like a raging storm, or a net that instantly enveloped Chen Jiao within a ten-zhang radius.

The vibrant life force and dynamic changes brought by the innate Wood element support the three-headed, six-armed Dharma body.

Each magical weapon is brought to its fullest potential, and they work together seamlessly to form a unique killing formation!