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

A cold wind whistled, sweeping over the yellow sand and crimson spider lilies, and ruffling a few stray strands of hair on Chen Jiao's forehead.

The Tai Chi Sword in his hand was pointed diagonally, and the last wisp of true fire on the tip of the sword quietly disappeared and disappeared into the ancient sword body, leaving only a faint light at the edge of the sword, flickering uncertainly.

Behind him, the true form of the black giant ape remained in its hammering posture, frozen in the dim light of the world.

next moment.

"laugh."

Thousands of blazing red rays burst forth from within the giant ape's massive body, piercing through its thick, black fur and bulging muscles, illuminating it like a glass statue on the verge of shattering.

Within this silent crimson light, the giant ape crumbled inch by inch, from the inside out.

In the end, they scattered into countless specks of light, blown away by the ceaseless, eerie wind, leaving no trace.

Chen Jiao flicked his wrist and sheathed his sword.

He gazed at the spot where the giant ape had vanished, then swept his eyes over the locations where the other six ghosts had perished. He felt little satisfaction at having killed his enemies; instead, a faint sense of dejection arose within him.

Including the previous frost python, there are a total of three Nascent Soul cultivators and four Golden Core cultivators.

It sounds like a lot, but in the end they are just ghosts who have lost their physical bodies and whose spiritual path has been severed.

There was no exhilarating life-or-death struggle in the fight, and even if they were killed, there was nothing of note to be gained, not even a single storage artifact worth searching for.

This attempt seemed like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, leaving the audience rather disheartened.

Fortunately...

With a slight thought, Chen Jiao brought the ancient and warm blue flag to his palm.

The flagpole felt slightly cool to the touch, and the flag surface had a subtle bluish hue, with a flowing, watery quality.

Although it was heavily restricted and could not be refined, its inherent spiritual energy and the ability to summon wind and rain that it had previously demonstrated made it clear that it was no ordinary creature.

"At least it wasn't all for nothing."

He nodded slightly and put it away.

In the distance, the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons, who were locked in battle with four ghost generals from Guihai Mountain, were amazed by the extraordinary skill of this Taoist priest in crimson robes.

In an instant, they wiped out the seven troublesome cultivators and ghosts, and all of them were greatly invigorated.

Meanwhile, the ghostly messengers, having received the message, were riding the yin wind and quickly closing in.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Fiend General wielding the double-edged ghost-head sword knew that the situation was hopeless and that if it dragged on any longer, he would be in danger of annihilation.

A glint of malice flashed in his eyes, and he immediately transmitted a sharp shout to the other three ghost generals: "This is no use! Retreat at once!"

Before the shout had even finished, the Heavenly Fiend General suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a large cloud of thick, ink-black, foul-smelling miasma.

This black smoke is no ordinary thing; it is formed by collecting yin energy and foul miasma. It can not only obscure vision, but also interfere with or even corrupt divine sense.

Thick black smoke billowed, instantly enveloping the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, cutting them off from all senses.

"Walk!"

The Heavenly Fiend Ghost General swiftly turned, intending to use the black smoke as cover to escape into the depths of the Yellow Springs.

However, as soon as he moved, a powerful and intense fire, as strong as the sun in the sky, crashed down upon him!

The Heavenly Fiend Ghost General's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly turned around.

The crimson flames surged like a tide, and wherever they passed, the evil smoke that he relied on to save his life hissed and quickly melted away, being burned to ashes in the blink of an eye!

Immediately following the wave of fire, a crimson sword light appeared before him as if ignoring space, silent yet as fast as lightning, aiming straight for his brow!

The sword intent was sharp and fierce, locking onto the opponent's vital energy, leaving no way to avoid it!

The other three ghost generals, who were about to use their own methods to escape, were all shocked to sense that the Heavenly Fiend Ghost General had been suddenly attacked and that the attack was extremely dangerous.

They saw that the Ox-Head and Horse-Face had broken through the black smoke barrier, and the ghostly soldiers in the distance were about to surround them. How could they dare to stay any longer?

They exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and, no longer caring about the life or death of the Heavenly Fiend General, each took out a talisman without hesitation.

As the light flashed, space slightly distorted, and the figures of the three ghost generals quickly became ethereal.

Without hesitation, he abandoned the Heavenly Fiend Ghost General and, with the help of the talisman, vanished without a trace in an instant.

"You bastard!"

The Heavenly Fiend Ghost General was both shocked and enraged upon seeing this. He could only let out a fierce roar, swing his sword upwards, and parry the fatal sword.

"clang!"

A metallic clang resounded, and sparks flew everywhere!

Although the Heavenly Fiend Ghost General barely managed to block the sword's edge and was not instantly killed, he was forced back more than ten feet, his feet carving two deep furrows in the hard earth of the Yellow Springs.

Forced into a state of disorder by that sword energy, his old strength was exhausted and no new strength had been generated.

He had already been fighting the Minotaur for a long time, and his magical power was greatly depleted.

Now, being assaulted by the intense yang fire and sharp sword energy, he felt his bones weaken and his muscles go numb, causing his movements to falter.

That momentary lapse cost him his life.

"Go!"

With his keen eye on the situation, how could Niu Tou possibly let such a golden opportunity slip by?

With a roar like thunder, his mountain-like body stepped forward, and the huge steel fork in his hand, carrying a fierce wind, slammed solidly into the back of the Heavenly Fiend Ghost General with the fork face rather than the fork tip!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the Heavenly Fiend Ghost General was knocked to the ground like a rag doll, exuding yin energy, and the blade in his hand flew out of his grasp.

Before he could make another move, the bull's head fork pressed down, slamming him firmly into the hard earth of the underworld.

Immediately, a dark, barbed soul-binding chain coiled around the Heavenly Fiend Ghost General like a snake, binding him tightly like a rice dumpling.

"You filthy bastard! How dare you be so arrogant!" Minotaur stepped on his back and pressed his steel fork against the back of his neck.

The Heavenly Fiend Demon General's eyes widened in fury, and he was about to curse.

The silent horse-faced man had already approached, the shaft of his iron spear whistling through the air as it mercilessly swept across his cheek.

"Snapped!"

The Heavenly Fiend Ghost General let out a muffled groan, and his cursing abruptly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Horse-Face pulled out a filthy rag from who-knows-where.

Judging from its color and smell, it seemed to be used to wipe the mourning stick for many years. Without saying a word, it was stuffed into the wide-open mouth of the Heavenly Fiend Ghost General.

"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!"

The Heavenly Fiend Ghost was so choked that his eyes rolled back, and he almost spit fire, but could only let out a muffled whimper.

At this moment, a large number of ghost soldiers arrived and quickly subdued him, taking him away.

Chen Jiao stood quietly to the side, not interfering with the underworld gods capturing people.

His gaze swept over the spot where the three ghost generals had disappeared, his eyes narrowing slightly as if deep in thought.

He had no interest in the conflicts and disputes among the various forces in the Netherworld.

However, the escape talismans used by the three ghost generals were quite unusual. They were able to escape instantly without leaving a trace, even though they were locked on by the divine senses of himself and Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

"The way of talismans is indeed mysterious and wondrous."

He thought to himself.

At this moment, Horse-Face had already dealt with the Heavenly Fiend General and thanked Chen Jiao in a deep voice:

"I am very grateful to you, fellow Daoist, for your righteous intervention today, which stopped these evil creatures and helped my brothers capture the ringleader."

"If it weren't for your supernatural abilities, fellow Daoist, and these vicious creatures had escaped, who knows how many more troubles would have occurred in the Netherworld."

He spoke sincerely, and Niu Tou nodded vigorously beside him.

Chen Jiao returned the greeting and said calmly, "It was just a coincidence, a small favor, Commander Yin need not take it to heart."

Ox-Head grinned and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are too modest! May I ask your honorable name and which immortal mountain or blessed land you cultivate in seclusion?"

We brothers will remember your help today. If you have any free time in the future, come find us in this netherworld; we'll make sure you have plenty of good wine!

"I am Jiangxiao, a humble hermit in the mountains, wandering around aimlessly."

Chen Jiao smiled slightly, not wanting to say more, and said casually:

"I have other matters to attend to today and cannot stay any longer, so I will take my leave now."

Seeing that he was determined to leave, and knowing that there was still a need to clean up the mess and hunt down the escaped evil spirit, Horse-face nodded and said:

"If you have important business to attend to, please do so. My brother and I will remember this kindness."

If you ever need our help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask.

Chen Jiao nodded slightly, about to turn around and follow the token's directions eastward.

Suddenly, Ox-Head let out a soft "Eh?" and asked in a deep, resonant voice:

"Fellow Daoist Jiangxiao, please wait. Are you heading deep into the Netherworld to reach the City of the Netherworld?"

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