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

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The demons of Wujin Mountain below, seeing their second king display his divine power, first defeating the Giant Spirit God and then withstanding Nezha's magic weapon, were undaunted and retorted with sarcasm.

Everyone felt a surge of pride, and they roared with excitement, their shouts and cheers reaching the heavens.

"The Second King is mighty! The Second King is valiant!"

"The Heavenly God is utterly pathetic!"

"Go back to your Southern Heavenly Gate!"

"My king is invincible!"

In an instant, the demon soldiers and generals became extremely arrogant, shouting, cursing, laughing, and creating chaos.

On the other hand, the morale of the heavenly soldiers was inevitably dampened.

The vanguard general was defeated in just over thirty rounds. If it weren't for the Third Prince's intervention, he might have lost his life. This was truly a disgrace.

Although the heavenly soldiers and generals maintained their formation, the previous solemn and awe-inspiring aura had subtly weakened by three points.

The position of head coach of Yuntou.

Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, glanced at the Giant Spirit God, who had retreated in a disheveled state and bowed his head to beg for forgiveness. His expression was extremely unpleasant.

Just now, in front of his generals, he praised the giant spirit god's bravery and predicted that the demon would soon be defeated.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed drastically in the blink of an eye. If Nezha hadn't intervened, they might have lost a major general. How quickly they lost face!

His hand, which was stroking his long beard, was frozen in mid-air, and a surge of anger rose in his chest.

His eyes were fixed on the arrogant and boastful Wu Huan Tai Sui below, his gaze dark and gloomy.

No need for Li Jing to give instructions.

A figure had already appeared in the formation, stepping on the Wind and Fire Wheels, parting the clouds, and shooting towards the front of the two armies like a shooting star chasing the moon.

The newcomer was none other than Nezha! And there he was:

The Universe Ring shines brightly around his arm, and the Chaos Ribbon flutters and dances around his body.

The flaming spear stands tall, its cold light trembling; the fiery wheels tread upon raging flames.

Her face was as white as powder, outshining the bright moon; her lips were as red as cinnabar.

Originally a pure lotus root, its fame resounds throughout the eight directions.

Nezha's eyes, sharp as cold stars, glared angrily at the still-cursing Wu Huan Tai Sui below. His clear shout deftly drowned out the cacophony of demonic noise that filled the mountain:

"You scoundrel! Stop your arrogance! You've injured my officers and insulted my father, Commander! Today I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

Wu Huan Tai Sui raised his eyes and looked at the renowned Third Prince, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He had long heard of Nezha's legendary exploits in the past, such as slaying dragons in the sea and subduing demons in ninety-six caves, and knew that he was far superior to the Giant Spirit God.

However, he was arrogant because of his celestial cultivation and his newly acquired demonic supernatural powers. When his ferocity rose, and because he was confident in his home ground advantage, he was unwilling to show any fear.

He immediately brandished the steel whip, suppressing the surging blood and qi in his chest from the force of the Qiankun Ring, and laughed strangely:

"Who do we have here? It's you, you disrespectful brat who cuts off your own flesh to repay your father!"

You once subdued ninety-six demon caves with your might, what a great reputation you had! Others may fear you, but your grandfather, Wu Huan, is not!

I was just looking for someone with a name and background to consider, come on over!

Let Grandpa see if your three heads and six arms are as powerful as the legends say! Don't be like that giant, useless coward, crying for your parents in no time!

These words were like poisoned needles, specifically targeting Nezha's past and Li Jing's deepest grievances.

Upon hearing this, Nezha's face suddenly turned frosty, and his eyes were filled with rage that seemed about to burst forth!

Without answering, he flicked his fire-tipped spear, causing a three-foot-long burst of crimson flame at the tip, and shouted:

"You monster, take this!"

The gun fires the moment the sound is heard!

The Fire-Tipped Spear transformed into a crimson rainbow, carrying a scorching spear intent that could burn the heavens and boil the seas, as well as a bone-chilling killing intent, tearing through the air and heading straight for Wu Huan Tai Sui's throat!

Seeing the fierce momentum of the spear, Wu Huan Tai Sui dared not be as arrogant as he was when facing the Giant Spirit God.

He quickly turned to the side, brandishing his steel whip, causing the monstrous python to flip over, the whip rippled with layers of black mist, and rested on the shaft of the fire-tipped spear.

He skillfully deflected the fierce spear with a gentle pull and a subtle movement.

"Well done!"

Nezha's spear thrust was deflected, but his wrist twisted sharply, and the spear seemed to come alive. The spearhead suddenly sprang up, avoiding the steel whip's entanglement, and the thrust turned into a sweep, striking him in the waist!

Wu Huan Tai Sui hurriedly retaliated with his whip to block.

"clang!"

The guns and whips clashed, bursting into a large spray of red and black sparks!

Nezha swayed slightly, his Wind and Fire Wheels flickering with flames, and he stood firmly.

Wu Huan Tai Sui was jolted and staggered back several steps before he could dissipate the immense force and scorching fire from the spear.

His hand gripping the steel whip went slightly numb, and he was horrified: "Such domineering power! Such refined fire magic!"

Before he could think it through, Nezha's second spear came flying like a shadow!

The shadows of guns multiplied, transforming into countless crimson lotuses, each one a deadly spear tip, enveloping the major acupoints on Wu Huan Tai Sui's body!

Wu Huan Tai Sui roared repeatedly, wielding a steel whip so powerful that water couldn't penetrate it, and engaged in a fierce battle with Qiang Hua.

Nezha's spear technique was swift, like a storm; his black ring whip technique was unpredictable, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

One wields a fire-tipped spear, unleashing countless spear blossoms, aimed right at the throat and heart; the other brandishes a black iron whip, its shadows swirling, specifically targeting the wrists and ankles.

What a fierce battle!

Compared to the battle with the Giant Spirit God just now, it was even more dangerous and ten times more ingenious!

One is the reincarnation of a spirit pearl, the incarnation of a lotus root, a true disciple of the Xuanmen sect, with exquisite spear skills and endless supernatural powers;

One is tempered by demonic energy, inherently fierce and unruly, cultivates on unorthodox paths, and possesses a whip technique that is unpredictable, ruthless, and powerful.

Nezha was a seasoned warrior, renowned throughout the Three Realms. He was a fierce god, decisive in killing and possessing great supernatural powers.

His martial arts skills had already reached their peak, and his spear techniques were incredibly skillful.

Moreover, the Samadhi True Fire at the tip of the spear flickers unpredictably, intense and domineering, specifically designed to subdue evil spirits.

Although Wu Huan Tai Sui was a celestial being, his whip techniques were fierce, and his demonic energy was extraordinary.

However, compared to Nezha, who had experienced countless battles, he was ultimately a self-taught individual, lacking some of the experience and refinement he had gained.

However, after fighting for more than ten rounds, he felt immense pressure, with many defenses and few attacks.

The steel whip in his hand was gradually encircled by the elusive fire-tipped spear, making it impossible for him to wield it freely.

He could only parry, having no power to retaliate, and was steadily suppressed by Nezha.

Below, King Jin Huan had been watching the battle intently. Seeing his virtuous brother retreating step by step, facing imminent danger, he was greatly alarmed!

He knew that although Wu Huan had a violent temper, his skills were genuine, and he couldn't last more than twenty rounds against this kid.

"Don't panic, my dear brother! Your elder brother is here!"

King Jin Huan could no longer sit still, fearing for the safety of his second brother, Wu Huan. He roared and brandished his steel-tipped spear, causing a black wind to rise beneath his feet, swirling with billowing demonic mist.

Without any regard for the rules of one-on-one combat, he thrust his spear out from the side and aimed straight for Nezha's ribs!

His spear thrust was heavy and powerful, carrying a sweet and pungent poisonous aura, clearly a deadly move honed over many years.

What a Nezha!

Seeing the two demons attack together, he was not alarmed but laughed, and shouted:

"Perfect timing! I was just thinking one wouldn't be enough!"

Suddenly, the fire-tipped spear in his hand was pulled back and released, and the spear shadow suddenly exploded.

They struck the tip of the spear thrust by the Golden Ring King and the whip lashed out by the Black Ring Grand Duke almost simultaneously!

"Clang! Clang!"

Two crisp sounds, almost simultaneously!

Sparks flew everywhere!

The two demons felt a violent tremor in their arms, and their attack was completely deflected!

Using the force of the recoil, Nezha spun around on his Wind and Fire Wheels, breaking free from the two demons' attack and creating distance again.

He pointed the gun at the horizon, his expression calm and composed.

"Ha! Two snakes, they're actually quite in sync!"

Nezha laughed loudly, his voice clear and melodious, showing composure even amidst the fierce battle:

"But with your limited skills, even if you all attack at once, what can you do to me?"

It only took a little more effort from me. I'll kill you all today, so you brothers will have company on your journey to the underworld!

Another good killing spree!

The battle raged until the clouds were dark and the fog was thick, and the wind howled and the thunder roared.

Although Nezha was defeated by Chen Jiao in their previous sparring match, his foundation and cultivation were far superior to those of ordinary celestial or earthly immortals.

He appears to be a child, but he is actually a true immortal who has experienced countless tribulations, possessing vast and enduring magical power.

Even though the two demon brothers, Golden Ring and Black Ring, were of one mind and worked together seamlessly.

However, under Nezha's elusive Fire-Tipped Spear, they were constantly restrained and could not gain the slightest advantage.

The Samadhi Fire on the Fire-Tipped Spear is supremely Yang and extremely strong. Hengyang Smoke says: Read this book! It is the nemesis of all kinds of Yin evil and poison, burning the poisonous mist with a hissing sound and refining the evil energy into rolling dissolution.

The two demons not only failed to turn the tide, but their movements became increasingly sluggish, and their hearts grew heavier, causing them to secretly lament their misfortune.

They grew increasingly terrified and fearful as the fighting intensified.

Only now did they realize that the Third Prince's reputation was truly earned through battle, and they dared not underestimate him in the slightest, so they used all their skills.

Above the clouds.

Li Jing stroked his long beard and smiled. The anger he felt earlier because of the Giant Spirit God's defeat had vanished.

Seeing Nezha fighting two against one, still displaying fierce spear skills and gaining the upper hand, leaving the two demon kings only able to parry.

He was very pleased and thought that if he could wipe out the demons of Wujin Mountain in one fell swoop, it would be a great achievement.

Finally, unable to contain himself, he chuckled and said, "My son's supernatural powers are indeed vast! My teachings have not been in vain. With such a worthy son, what need is there to worry about demons causing trouble?"

The heavenly generals on either side echoed their sentiments, praising them endlessly.

Seeing that the battle was clear and the two demons were showing signs of defeat, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to capture the thieves and gain merit. Therefore, he gave a stern command:

"All soldiers, listen to my command!"

The Demon King is trapped. Join my entire army in an attack to wipe out all the demons in the mountains, leaving no one alive!

Command flags waved, and war drums thundered.

The heavenly soldiers and generals, who could no longer contain themselves, shouted in unison, rode on auspicious clouds, brandished their swords and spears, and charged towards Wujin Mountain from all directions!

In an instant, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and the aura of war dispelled the demonic mist.

The demons in the mountains, having previously witnessed the two kings defeat the giant spirit and fight Nezha, were naturally quite emboldened.

Seeing the heavenly soldiers charging in, and seeing their two kings being held tightly by Nezha and unable to escape, they couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Although some long-standing demon lords and fierce monster leaders shouted and resisted, the heavenly soldiers were well-trained, advanced in formation, with swords and spears like a forest and arrows like a rain.

Moreover, with generals and captains leading the troops, how could such a rabble possibly defeat them?

As soon as they clashed, they were utterly routed, fleeing in disarray and crying out for their parents.

All that could be heard were screams of agony, severed limbs and broken arms flying everywhere, and demonic blood staining the rocks red in an instant.

The two demons, Jin Huan and Wu Huan, who were locked in battle with Nezha, heard the mournful cries of their descendants all around them and saw the overwhelming force of the heavenly army, like tigers entering a flock of sheep.

I was filled with shock and anger, and a sense of anxiety also arose within me.

King Jin Huan roared and threw Nezha aside, slamming his iron spear to the ground!

In an instant.

His eyes were wide open, he was muttering incantations, and the golden scales on his body stood up, emitting a dark, murky light.

As he performed his actions, the entire Wujin Mountain seemed to come alive, rumbling loudly.

Countless streams of foul, metallic, and corrosive earth energy, like giant pythons, surged forth from all parts of the mountain, instantly blotting out the sky.

It was none other than the Golden Ring King's signature supernatural power—the Corrosive Gold Poison Mist!

This fog is not only unbearably foul-smelling, but it can also defile magical artifacts, corrode human flesh and bones, and melt metal.

Where the fog passes, rocks silently melt away, and vegetation withers instantly.

Several heavenly soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were touched and screamed as they turned into pus and blood, which was extremely vicious!

At the same time, Wu Huan Tai Sui roared and stopped holding back.

He tossed the steel whip into the air, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and the fierce demonic energy around him, no longer concealed, erupted with a roar!

He was unleashing the supernatural power he had cultivated from demonic energy—the Earthly Fiend Yin Wind!

This wind was formless and intangible. When it first appeared, it did not cause sand and stones to fly like an ordinary gale, but it made all living beings present feel a chill in their hearts for no reason.

Then, all sorts of delusions, fears, anger, greed, hatred, and resentment, and even the shadows of deep-seated inner demons, were stirred up and magnified as if by an invisible hand, and surged up!

The tranquility is gone, and the mind is clouded!

Corrupting gold and poisonous mist erode bones and destroy form; the evil winds of the earth disrupt the spirit and bewitch the mind!

The two demons worked together, one real and one feinting, one attacking the body and the other striking the spirit—they were truly formidable!

The heavenly soldiers and generals who were charging into battle were caught off guard and were enveloped by the poisonous mist and cold wind, causing their formation to fall into chaos!

Some were invaded by the poisonous fog, screaming in agony as they fell;

Some, driven by the eerie wind, were filled with inner demons, their eyes turning bloodshot, and they even swung their knives to slash at their comrades beside them;

Some were overwhelmed by boundless fear, dropped their weapons, and fled in terror!

For a time, the heavenly army's offensive stalled, and they suffered heavy casualties.

Even Nezha, surrounded by this poisonous fog and eerie wind, had a change in expression.

He was a lotus root incarnation, without a soul or spirit, and was not afraid of the insidious methods that targeted the soul. His Samadhi True Fire could also force away the poisonous mist.

However, Nezha is ultimately a sentient being with a physical body.

This Fiendish Yin Wind specializes in attacking one's thoughts and delusions. Although he has an immortal body, he still has all kinds of emotions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, hatred, and resentment.

At this moment, Nezha felt a surge of irritability and restlessness in his heart. All the unpleasantness, anger, and murderous intent from the past spread and grew uncontrollably like weeds!

The resolute decision at Chentang Pass, the fury in the East China Sea, the icy relationship with his father Li Jing...

Various distracting thoughts constantly assaulted his clear mind.

"What an eerie and bizarre supernatural power!"

Nezha felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that he could not stay here any longer.

Although he was not afraid of the two demons, if he fought for a long time in the eerie winds that could disturb his mind and the poisonous fog that could corrupt his body, he might be unharmed, but his heavenly soldiers would surely be wiped out.

Moreover, when one's emotions are stirred up, one's combat effectiveness is inevitably diminished.

Nezha acted decisively, brandishing his Fire-Tipped Spear to unleash a burst of flames, forcing back the two demons who were pouncing on him again.

His fiery wheels blazed brightly as he turned and fled, shouting, "Sound the retreat! Withdraw!"

Having said that, he didn't linger in the fight. He transformed into a crimson rainbow and rushed straight out of the poisonous mist and gloomy winds, returning to his own formation.

Seeing this from the clouds, Li Jing, though unwilling, could only grimace and give the order, given the fierce poisonous fog and eerie winds that indicated their defeat:

"withdraw!"

The heavenly army retreated, and the dark cloud-like military formation above Mount Wujin slowly retracted, retreating southward.

King Jin Huan and Tai Sui Wu Huan stood side by side on the mountaintop, watching the departing heavenly soldiers. They exchanged a glance and burst into laughter at the same time.

At this moment, the two demons were powerless to pursue, and could only gather the remaining demon soldiers in the mountains and collect their corpses.

After a flurry of activity, they hurriedly retreated back to the Black Gold Cave and tightly closed all the heavily restricted entrances.

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Inside the commander's tent, the incense in the golden censer had gone cold, and the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.

Li Jing sat upright in the main seat, his face ashen, the golden pagoda beside him gleaming coldly under the lamplight.

The Heavenly Generals, including Fish Belly General and Yaksha General, all stood with their hands at their sides, eyes downcast, not daring to utter a sound.

The giant spirit was in disarray, his face ashen, and he remained silent with his head bowed. The vanguard spirit he had displayed earlier had vanished completely.

Nezha stood with his arms crossed, his gaze sweeping lightly over the generals in the tent before finally settling on his father, Li Jing.

Outside the tent, the faint groans of wounded soldiers and the dejected atmosphere following the defeat could be heard.

"Cough cough..."

Li Jing cleared his throat, breaking the silence; his voice was somewhat hoarse.

"These two demons have been entrenched for a long time, taking advantage of the terrain to wreak havoc. They also have a secret technique for combined attacks. We were caught off guard and suffered this setback."

However, the exertion of their supernatural powers would be extremely costly, and their demon soldiers would also suffer heavy losses, so they might not dare to leave the mountain to pursue them.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the assembled generals:

"However... that golden-nosed white-haired rat spirit is still trapped in the demon cave."

These two demons are fierce and unruly. Having been injured today, they are probably even more eager to refine blood and food to replenish their vital energy.

If this delays, I fear...

The words were unspoken, but the meaning was clear.

The rat spirit's life was hanging by a thread.

However, with today's defeat and the blow to morale, and the lingering poisonous fog and chilling winds, a forced attack would likely result in even greater casualties.

Fish Belly will probe:

"Your Majesty, perhaps...we should quickly return to the Heavenly Court, inform the Great Heavenly Venerable, and request reinforcements?"

Li Jing frowned deeply and said in a deep voice:

"The journey to the Heavenly Court is long and requires considerable time. Furthermore, there are the tasks of reporting to the Emperor, requesting imperial decrees, and mustering troops..."

After all this trouble, even if reinforcements arrive, I'm afraid it will be too late…

He left things unsaid because he feared that by then there would only be time to collect the rat spirit's remains, or perhaps not even any remains at all.

If this large-scale mobilization ultimately yields nothing and results in losses, what face will remain for him as the Heavenly King?

How will they explain this to the Great Celestial Venerable and the Buddha?

Silence fell again in the tent, broken only by the occasional crackling of the lamp wick.

Nezha watched coldly, pondering in his heart, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.