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

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With a single sword strike, he annihilated the Great Demon Lord Han Sui.

Chen Jiao's Tai Chi Li Jing sword was still sheathed, its blade still emitting crimson flames.

"A living person! A cultivator from the mortal realm!"

It is unknown which sharp-eyed cultivator or ghost caught a glimpse of the fleeting crimson flames and sensed the vibrant yang energy that was so different from that of the Netherworld, and cried out in surprise.

The sound was shrill, and it even had the effect of amplification magic, so it spread far and wide on the road to the underworld, where ghosts wailed and the wind howled.

Except for a few who were quick to react and had already disappeared into the distant mist.

The remaining six or seven cultivators, of varying strengths, all stopped their escape.

Their bewildered gazes pierced through the dim sand and swaying spider lilies, locking onto the solitary figure in crimson robes.

Upon closer inspection of the lingering crimson flames surrounding it, one could sense the pure and righteous yang energy that was completely at odds with the yin energy of the netherworld.

The astonishment on the faces of the cultivators deepened.

For these yin spirits, the yang energy was like a bright lamp suddenly lit in the dark night, causing them to instinctively tremble.

Both sides have already died once!

If we could seize the living cultivator's body before the underworld officials and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face could react, and be reborn in his body, wouldn't that be a golden opportunity?

This is a thousand times better than fleeing to the unknown Guihai Mountain, relying on others, and starting the ghost path from scratch!

Moreover... the Taoist priest in front of me seems to be only at the Golden Core stage.

Although the Cold and Deep Demon Lord was a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was a demon who practiced water-based yin and cold techniques, which was precisely what this Taoist's pure yang fire could counter.

We are all on different paths, so why should we fear him?

In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts had already crossed the minds of these ghosts, who were at least Golden Core cultivators in life and were not without their cunning and shrewdness.

Greed burns fiercely, and murderous intent lurks beneath the surface.

However, there is only one living person and only one physical body. Who would be willing to do the work for someone else?

For a moment, no one took the initiative.

A pair of deep, ghostly eyes, obscured by the dim sand and blood-red spider lilies, stared intently at the crimson-robed Taoist, while warily scanning his fellow Taoists beside him.

After a brief silence.

A cultivator dressed as a Taoist priest, whose soul was tinged with a bluish-gray hue, spoke first, his voice surprisingly carrying a touch of dignified righteousness:

"Amitabha! Although I have fallen to this state, I know that seizing another's body is against the harmony of Heaven and disrupts the balance of Yin and Yang, which is not the right path!"

Such behavior is something this humble Taoist priest will not do!

Upon hearing this, the other cultivators glanced at him sideways with strange looks, remaining silent, as if they were taken aback by this fellow cultivator's sudden display of noble character.

Another scholar-like monk immediately chimed in, his tone earnest:

"What this Taoist priest says is absolutely right!"

We were also seekers of the Way in our past lives; how could we engage in such demonic acts? Gentlemen, why don't we disperse now and each seek our own opportunities?

He spoke eloquently, but his body remained rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.

Upon hearing this, a burly, fleshy demon spirit nearby sneered and mercilessly exposed the truth:

"Come on, you sour idiot!"

They've already fallen to this state, why are they still putting on airs?

Who hasn't had their hands stained with things they shouldn't have? Everyone knows the filthy thoughts in their hearts!

The scholar's face stiffened, but he still stubbornly argued:

"Don't judge a gentleman by your own petty standards!"

A female ghost dressed in palace attire sighed softly and said in a coquettish voice, "What this fellow Daoist says is true. Possessing another's body is ultimately a inferior method. How about... you give it to me?"

"I will certainly cherish this body."

"Pah! You vixen, you dare to challenge me?"

A leopard demon sneered, scanning the ghosts before finally fixing his gaze intently on the Taoist priest, licking his lips:

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"I'm taking this body! Anyone who dares to try and take it, I'll tear them apart!"

"Want to place an order? You think you're worthy?"

A sinister voice drifted from the side; it belonged to a thin, monkey-like old man with green glints in his eyes.

"Such a physical body is destined to be with me..."

Six cultivators hovered in the air, talking amongst themselves, but none of them actually left, nor did any of them make the first move.

Only a chilling aura locked onto the crimson-robed Taoist not far away.

"snort!"

Horse-faced, who was entangled in a battle with two ghost generals from Guihai Mountain, seized an opening and swept his spear horizontally. The ghost-suppressing chains wrapped around the spear swung like an angry dragon's tail, temporarily forcing the two ghosts back.

Seizing a brief moment of opportunity, he immediately transmitted his voice towards Chen Jiao's location, his tone tinged with urgency:

"That fellow Daoist!"

This place is dangerous; leave quickly! Two Nascent Soul cultivators and four Golden Mortals—even if they are ghosts, they are not easy to deal with!

Before he could finish speaking...

With a flick of his spearhead, the thick chains transformed into several streaks of black light, shooting swiftly towards the distant cultivators and ghosts, intending to rescue him.

"Clang!"

Two heavy iron hooks and a white bone whip crossed in time to block the chain on the horse's face, sparks flying.

The two ghost generals grinned and pounced again, tightly binding him.

The anger in Horse-Face's eyes intensified, but he was unable to escape for the time being.

The six cultivators, though still wary of each other and exchanging words, moved with astonishing coordination.

They no longer remained where they were, but instead, like a pack of wolves closing in, they rapidly approached Chen Jiao from all directions.

They no longer remained where they were, but instead, like a pack of wolves closing in, they rapidly approached Chen Jiao from all directions.

The energy was already like an invisible net, firmly locking him in and sealing off all possible escape routes.

The air froze, a murderous intent lurked beneath, waiting for the right moment to possess and take his life.

Chen Jiao seemed oblivious to the chilling killing intent surrounding him and the gradually closing encirclement.

Upon hearing the horse-faced demon's voice transmission, he remained expressionless, but secretly thought to himself, "Perfect, I'm still new to this path and need some honing..."

next moment.

Just as the six cultivators, each with their own ulterior motives, were about to enter their optimal attack range...

The Taoist priest, along with the bright Yang energy emanating from him that shone like a beacon in the night, vanished without warning.

The six cultivators and ghosts, who had been wary of each other and slowly approaching, were all startled.

His divine sense swept wildly across the spot where the Taoist had just stood, but he could only catch a faint trace of the scorching heat. The man had vanished without a trace!

"What the hell?"

Where are they?

How is that possible?

Under the tight lock of their auras, all six of them were at least at the Golden Core stage, with two of them even possessing Nascent Soul cultivation.

How could a Golden Core cultivator disappear so quietly?

"Where...did he go?"

The scholar murmured unconsciously, his tone filled with disbelief and panic.

"He hasn't left! Be careful!"

The leopard demon reacted the fastest, roaring fiercely as its eerie green eyes warily scanned the surrounding void.

Almost simultaneously with the roar.

In the void before the scholar, a crimson light burst forth like the rising sun, instantly transforming into a rolling cloud of fire.

Amidst the fiery clouds, the Taoist stepped out of the flames, his Tai Chi Sword gleaming with a condensed sword light, and slashed horizontally at the waist of the attacker!

Before the sword light arrived, the scorching sword intent already rushed towards him, as if it would ignite the scholar in the next instant.

"What?"