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

Nezha revealed his three-headed, six-armed form, with six magical treasures and divine weapons gleaming coldly, and a murderous aura filling the wilderness.

Chen Jiao's heart also skipped a beat.

This is Nezha's famous supernatural power, which is awe-inspiring throughout the Three Realms; it is by no means an ordinary transformation technique.

With the blessing of the Dharma body, there are no blind spots in offense or defense.

Each of the six arms wields a unique treasure, capable of slashing, chopping, binding, smashing, stabbing, and burning, responding to each other. Its power is far beyond that of a single spear or a single arm.

Previously, Nezha had displayed the divine power of Bing Fire, Samadhi True Fire, and performed the Returning Wind and Returning Fire, which already showed his prowess.

At this moment, with its three heads and six arms, it was only then that it used its most powerful and secretive methods.

Chen Jiao's mind raced, and he pondered silently:

"Such phenomena of Dharma body manifestation and supernatural powers cannot be achieved without the ceaseless generation of Yi wood and the unpredictable transformation of Gui water."

Nezha's body is made of lotus root, which is in harmony with the wood element. The first element of the five elements he absorbs is most likely the wood element.

The element of Yi wood belongs to Yin, which governs growth and nourishment. This forms the foundation for the lotus root's transformation, and it can also foster the growth of limbs and the evolution of the Dharma body.

"If we rely solely on our current methods and continue this protracted martial arts battle..."

Chen Jiao's eyes were calm, and his Thunder Halberd trembled slightly as he parried a Demon-Slaying Sword, using the force to retreat.

At the same time, he drew an arc with his left-hand immortal sword, deflecting the slanting blade of the demon-slaying sword, and he already understood.

"Faced with such a three-headed, six-armed, all-encompassing siege, prolonged defense will inevitably lead to defeat, and victory will be extremely difficult."

"Ultimately, it's because... the five elements' energy hasn't been fully absorbed, and the foundation is lacking."

Chen Jiao's gaze darkened slightly, and he sighed inwardly.

His Dao Foundation is like metal born from thunder, sharp and deadly, unstoppable, and fiercely aggressive.

He could handle ordinary immortals and demons, but when he encountered a true immortal like Nezha, whose foundation was solid and whose five elemental supernatural powers were gradually manifesting, the difference in their foundations became apparent.

Searching for the innate Qi of Jia Wood to replenish the foundation of one's Dao is now an urgent matter.

Thoughts shifted rapidly, in the blink of an eye.

Nezha roared with all three heads and waved his six arms, unleashing divine weapons and magical treasures that swept across the sky and earth, accompanied by wind, thunder, water, and fire.

It enveloped them, sealing off all escape routes, determined to suppress Chen Jiao in one fell swoop!

There's no way to avoid it, and it's difficult to confront it head-on.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Chen Jiao.

In the lower realm, in the quiet chamber of Xuanqing Cave on Qingchi Ridge in the Eastern Continent of Shengzhou.

He transformed into Xuan Ling and suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes seemed to swirl with stars, and the image of mountains and rivers turning upside down flashed by.

After meditating for a long time on the supernatural powers of heaven and earth taught by Patriarch Bodhi, the fundamental meaning of "reflecting heaven and earth, size determined by the mind" has become clear to me.

When thoughts interact, the Dharma is practiced.

"Following the laws of Heaven and Earth!"

The four-character mantra was not uttered, but rather resonated naturally from the depths of Chen Jiao's Dao heart, echoing a certain Heavenly Dao in the darkness.

Follow the laws of heaven and earth, reflect the heavens with your heart, and embrace the universe with your body!

In an instant, the wind stopped and the clouds settled.

The overwhelming divine light of the six magical treasures seemed to sink into an invisible swamp, and its speed decreased sharply.

Nezha's three-headed, six-armed form suddenly froze, and all six eyes simultaneously revealed a look of surprise and doubt.

The figure in black robes who should have been holding a halberd and sword, ready for battle, suddenly vanished without a trace!

Light and shadow distorted, and the air surged.

In Nezha's eyes, at the place where Chen Jiao disappeared.

A majestic and immeasurable Dharma image, towering into the sky, stands with its feet treading on the turbulent void and its head reaching the boundless clear sky, suddenly appearing amidst the starry sky!

Its head is high in the sky, hidden in the clouds; its shoulders are like mountains supporting the sky, stretching across the north and south.

Its body, connected to heaven and earth, seems capable of encompassing the four seas; its feet, however, tread upon an unknown, thick earth.

The body is surrounded by the illusory images of the sun, moon, and stars, the rising and falling of the atmosphere of mountains, rivers, and nations, and the flickering patterns of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

It makes one feel insignificant upon seeing it, almost to the point of wanting to prostrate oneself in reverence.

The Dharma image was exactly like Chen Jiao's!

Yet it was enveloped in a dazzling divine light interwoven with blazing white and dark gold, its features becoming even more majestic, its gaze opening and closing like the sun and moon surveying the heavens.

This supernatural power is not merely about enlarging the body, but about using one's mind to reflect the vastness of the heavens and the weight of the earth, thereby resonating one's own Dao foundation with the universe.

My body becomes a microcosm, I am a realm in myself!

Once this immeasurable Dharma form appears, even in a relatively remote celestial realm.

That sudden, majestic Daoist aura, which enveloped the four cardinal directions, was like a boulder thrown into an ancient well, instantly startling many immortals and gods in the Heavenly Court.

Jade Pool Fairy Palace.

Clouds and mist form the steps, celestial flowers form the carpet, a thousand auspicious wisps hang in the air, and spirit birds perch on the branches.

This place is quiet and peaceful, quite different from the solemn and majestic atmosphere of the heavenly palaces outside.

A fairy dressed in crimson robes, with her hair tied up high and her features exquisite, stood quietly in the hall, holding a jade plate with cloud patterns in her hands.

She was none other than the red-clad fairy, Princess Hong'er, one of the Seven Fairies.

A cloak was neatly stacked on the plate.

Its color is jet black, neither silk nor satin, neither leather nor feather, but woven from Xuan Tian Yun brocade.

The patterns of stars and constellations flow naturally on it, and there are also specks of pure light that ward off calamities rolling endlessly among the brocade patterns.

The Queen Mother of the West was reclining on a soft brocade couch.

She wore a golden silk palace dress with nine phoenixes facing the sun and a nine-feathered pearl crown. Her appearance was dignified and noble, and she was not to be looked at directly.

The Queen Mother of the West's slender, jade-like hands were casually stroking the flowing star patterns on her cloak, and a faint light rippled wherever her fingertips touched.

"Hong'er..."

The Queen Mother's gaze never left her cloak, her voice gentle yet carrying the unique grace of an imperial family:

"This Xuan Tian Bi Jie Yun Brocade Cloak was bestowed upon the Jing Fa Zhen Jun by His Majesty to recognize his merits and assist him in his celestial patrols."

When will the True Lord of Pacifying Law come to collect it?

Princess Hong'er lowered her head slightly and answered softly:

"Reporting back to Mother, Venus has just sent word that Jingfa Zhenjun is going with Venus to the Imperial Stables to receive another blessing from the Great Heavenly Venerable: the mythical beast Xiezhi."

Presumably, once the divine beast is settled, it will come to Yaochi to pay homage to the Queen Mother and receive this cloak.

They should arrive soon.

The Queen Mother nodded slightly, about to speak again, when her phoenix eyes suddenly flickered.

As if sensing something, she suddenly looked up, her gaze seemingly piercing through layers of celestial palaces and endless clouds and rosy light, looking towards a remote celestial realm in the Heavenly Court.

"what?"

The Queen Mother of the West parted her red lips slightly, letting out a barely audible soft moan, and paused slightly in stroking her jade-like hand that was draped in a black cloak.

…………

Nanzhanbuzhou, within the territory of Guanzhou, at the mouth of the Guanjiang River, is the Zhenjun Temple.

On a blue stone training ground.

Unlike the magnificent heavenly palace, this place possesses a unique atmosphere where the warmth of human life blends with the tranquility of the immortal realm.

The river flows mightily, the mountains are verdant, and the temples are majestic.

The area is paved with bluestone, surrounded by ancient cypress trees, and the cliff face bears deep marks from knives and axes.

At this moment, figures crisscrossed the arena, and the sound of weapons cutting through the air was as dense as a sudden rainstorm.

A figure with a jade-like face and a black robe, bearing divine markings on his forehead, appeared in the arena. He was not wearing armor, but held a three-pointed, double-edged sword. His movements were as graceful as a dragon soaring through the air, and the light of his sword flashed like a bolt of lightning across the sky.

He was fighting alone against six strong and muscular men, all of whom were dressed as military generals.

Each wielded a weapon, whether spear, halberd, axe, or whip, advancing and retreating with precision and attacking in perfect unison, clearly demonstrating their extensive experience in battle.

However, the man in the black robe fought against six opponents single-handedly, and not only did he not lose, but his sword strikes were powerful and fierce, suppressing the six brothers' encirclement.

Every time the three-pointed double-edged sword was thrust out, it was an attack that the enemy had to defend against, forcing the six men to retreat in time and barely managing to maintain a defensive posture.

He was already drenched in sweat and inwardly groaned in pain.

They all knew that their second master possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, and they usually held back when sparring with him.

But for some reason today, the Second Master did not use his true divine power.

Relying solely on his physical martial arts and this three-pointed sword, the sword's momentum was three times heavier than usual, and the attacks were three times denser, leaving them breathless.

On the sidelines, a magnificent white greyhound sat quietly, its dark eyes following the flashing swords and figures on the field, its nostrils twitching occasionally.

On the dog's head, perched a large eagle with silver and black feathers and sharp, lightning-like eyes.

A dog and an eagle watched the battle silently.

This man in black robes is none other than Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, Zhaohui Lingxian Wang, Erlang Shen Yang Jian!

Yang Jian summoned his brothers to practice martial arts today because he had something on his mind.

For more than half a day, he sensed that two powerful forces were constantly colliding and clashing in the extremely high and distant sky.

Although separated by layers of celestial winds and clouds, the fierce fighting spirit and majestic Daoist charm contained within it could still be faintly felt.

Yang Jian, being a man of great stature, immediately recognized the familiar, fierce aura within the crimson flames—it was none other than Nezha.

And that place, where you endlessly battle with it and delve into the best of Xianxia novels, is your treasure trove of books. The magnificent, righteous, yet sharp and profound white lightning possesses a rather unfamiliar aura.

It's difficult to determine who this person is at the moment.

Yang Jian was naturally strong-willed and skilled in battle, and was also a master of this art. When he noticed the intense battle in the sky, he couldn't help but feel itchy and his fighting spirit was secretly aroused, so he summoned his six brothers.

They continued their exchange for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

The four Grand Commandants Kang Anyu, Zhang Boshi, Yao Gonglin, and Li Huanzhang, along with the two Generals Guo Shen and Zhijian, were already panting heavily, their arms weak and their muscles numb.

The weapons in their hands felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they could no longer wield them even an inch. They had no choice but to jump out of the battle circle, waving their hands and begging for mercy:

"Second Master! Let's rest! Let's rest! If we keep fighting, these brothers are going to fall apart!"

"Second Master, you've been too rough with your hands today. Are you taking it out on us?" General Zhijian rubbed his aching wrist and said with a wry smile.

Seeing this, Yang Jian knew that his brothers were indeed exhausted, so he took the opportunity to sheathe his sword and stand up, the three-pointed double-edged sword clattering as it was plunged into the blue stone.

The Celestial Hound immediately trotted over and rubbed against Yang Jian's leg. The Sky-Piercing Eagle also flapped its wings and landed back on Yang Jian's shoulder.

Yang Jian, who had defeated the six brothers, showed no sign of triumph. Instead, he looked up at the sky, where a faint rumbling sound still emanated, and frowned slightly.

At this moment, the collision between the blazing white lightning and the crimson true fire in the sky not only did not cease, but instead intensified.

The ripples of Daoist energy were faintly perceptible, even affecting the clouds above the mouth of the Guanjiang River, causing their flow to slow down slightly.

General Guo Shen, having caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow, followed Yang Jian's gaze and asked in surprise:

"Second Master, these two in the sky have been fighting for so long and still haven't decided who will win?"

"Nezha, the Third Prince, is notoriously fierce. I wonder who this other person is, that he has managed to fight him for so long?"

Having followed Yang Jian for a long time, he knew a little about Nezha's abilities. To be able to fight him to this extent, he was no ordinary immortal or demon.

The other brothers also looked over. They had naturally noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky, but they were too busy dealing with Yang Jian's blade to think about it.

Yang Jian slowly shook his head, his gaze still fixed on Yang Jian:

"It's Nezha, that's right. The other one..."

He hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"That thunder magic is pure and righteous, with its sharpness hidden within, and it contains the sharp and murderous intent of the metal element, which is incomparable to ordinary thunder generals."

When did such a figure emerge in the Heavenly Court?

He also had many doubts in his heart, and even a bit of an urge to try it out.

Just then.

Suddenly, a great light shone down on the horizon!

When did such a figure emerge in the Heavenly Court?

He also had many doubts in his heart, and even a bit of an urge to try it out.

Just then.

Suddenly, a great light shone down on the horizon!

The dazzling white light that filled the field of vision stretched from east to west, almost obscuring the bright blue sky and the sun!

Immediately afterwards, a majestic and boundless Daoist aura, as towering as a mountain and as vast as the sea, disregarded the numerous barriers of the heavens and the Dharma realm.

The sight caused everyone in the room—dogs, eagles—to feel a jolt, involuntarily giving rise to the illusion that they themselves were as insignificant as dust.

On the training ground, Yang Jian and his six brothers all changed color and looked around.

But what could be seen was the depths of the extremely high and distant sky, where only a faint sense of energy could be sensed.

A majestic statue, whose size is indescribable and whose majesty is beyond comprehension, stands tall and upright, as if it has stood there since time immemorial.

Surrounded by the sun, moon, and stars, depicting the rise and fall of mountains, rivers, and the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, this piece is adorned with patterns of the sun, moon, and stars.

"That is..." General Naoki exclaimed in surprise.

"Following the laws of Heaven and Earth!"

Grand Commandant Kang Anyu gasped, his face filled with disbelief.

Yao Gonglin, Li Huanzhang, Zhang Boshi, Guo Shen, and others were also dumbfounded, staring blankly at the majestic Dharma image that appeared in the sky.

How could they not know the fame of this great supernatural power?

Having followed Yang Jian for a long time, they naturally became familiar with this supreme supernatural power.

When my second master performed this technique, he also displayed the same supreme majesty, embodying the unity of body and mind with the Dao and conforming to the laws of heaven and earth.

However, the celestial image was more majestic and righteous, with pure lightning, which was different from the all-encompassing and ever-changing nature of the Second Master's profound skills.

The group never expected that the person who fought against the Third Prince in the heavens today could also unleash such a magnificent and ancient Dharma of Heaven and Earth!

Yang Jian also suddenly looked up, gazing at the majestic Dharma image in the sky, the vertical eye between his forehead gleaming with divine light.

"What a magnificent manifestation of the Dharma of Heaven and Earth..."

Yang Jian muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming.

So, the person who fought against Nezha was this very person.

No wonder.

Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back, his figure upright, his cold and handsome face calm and composed, but a burning fighting spirit quietly arose in his heart.

He gripped the handle of the three-pointed, double-edged sword stuck in the ground, muttering to himself.

"Who exactly is this person?"

…………

Sky Battlefield.

The majestic Dharma image stands tall and upright, surrounded by the illusory shadows of the sun, moon, and stars, and the ever-changing atmosphere of mountains, rivers, and the nation.

Upon its appearance, it immediately subdued this world of Yuntai with its vast and unparalleled, profound and self-evident Daoist charm.

The sky filled with wind, fire, and thunder, all seemed somewhat dimmed in the boundless shadow cast by the Dharma image.

Nezha's fierce and powerful three-headed, six-armed body and six divine weapons, illuminated by Chen Jiao's aura, seemed to resemble a mischievous child's playful weapons.

Although still sharp, it inexplicably lacked some of its intimidation and gained a sense of unease.

Surprise appeared on Nezha's three faces at the same time, his six eyes widened, and the attacks of the six divine weapons in his hands were slightly halted.

"The laws of heaven and earth?!"

The three heads spoke in unison, letting out a soft, silent cry.

How could he not recognize him!

This is a truly top-tier supernatural power, far surpassing ordinary transformations.

It is only attainable by those with great opportunity and profound understanding.

Cultivation is extremely difficult and dangerous; the slightest carelessness can result in the destruction of both body and soul, turning one to ashes.

Among all the immortals and gods he knew and heard of, only Yang Erge, who had the innate Ren water energy as his foundation, could cultivate this supernatural power!

Nezha never expected that he would see the law of heaven and earth in Chen Jiao today!

This taciturn fellow...when did he actually master such great supernatural abilities?

Moreover, judging from the dharma image's calm and serene aura and natural flow of Daoist charm, it seems that it is not just the beginning of its creation, but has already reached a certain level of mastery!

Shocked, an even more intense fighting spirit suddenly surged from Nezha's heart.

Nezha's nature is to become stronger when faced with a stronger enemy; the stronger the enemy, the fiercer he becomes.

Chen Jiao's display of the laws of heaven and earth did not deter him; instead, it stirred up his inherent arrogance and competitiveness.

With a shake of his six arms, the demon-slaying sword, demon-cutting blade, and other magical treasures and divine weapons shone even brighter, and his three heads roared in fury:

"Excellent! Excellent, the Law of Heaven and Earth! Accept my divine power!"

With a wave of its six arms, it no longer fought individually, but instead subtly formed a fiery battle formation.

With Nezha's indomitable and fierce will, he charged headlong into the majestic Dharma image!

Wherever it passed, wind and fire followed, and the void twisted, showing a resolute determination to break the law with force, regardless of anything else.

Faced with this overwhelming combined attack of the six treasures, powerful enough to destroy mountains and shatter peaks, the majestic Dharma image merely lowered its head slightly, its eyes calm and serene.

A giant hand rose, holding a celestial sword.

The Dharma Image brandishes its sword.

There was no grand sword light, no earth-shattering power. It was simply a vertical slash from top to bottom.

Where the sword's edge sliced ​​through, a straight sword mark stretched across the sky, its length unknown, threatening to cleave the vast heavens in two!

"not good!"

Nezha's three heads changed color, realizing that this sword was not something they could fight against.

He swiftly retracted his six arms, and various weapons converged above his head to protect him. He also summoned the Universe Ring, which hung suspended above his head.

next moment.

"laugh!"

Nezha's three-headed, six-armed Dharma body trembled violently, and all six arms went numb at the same time. Then, the three-headed, six-armed Dharma body dissipated.

The divine weapon in his hand wailed incessantly, its radiance dimmed.

The stalemate lasted only a moment.

The next instant, a point of crimson light suddenly shone from the center of the collision, and then plummeted down like a shooting star.

In the sky, only the blazing white sword mark that stretched for thousands of miles remained, along with the towering Dharma image that stood majestically, its body slowly shrouded in lightning.

The sword mark lingered, reflecting the rapidly split and disintegrating sea of ​​clouds below, and the point of crimson light falling at breakneck speed.

A calm and peaceful male voice, yet with a faint smile, drifted leisurely from where the majestic Dharma image stood.

"Third Prince, how was my sword strike?"