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

Chapter 397 Entering the Cave Heaven to Compete for the Dao, Fortune and Misfortune Depend on Each Other's Means

Green vines stretched to the sky, and flames danced in the air.

Countless resilient green vines intertwine to form a net that covers the sky.

The blue phoenix circled among them, its wings flapping, and a torrent of blue flames rained down.

The fire within the wood, upon encountering the vine, not only does not burn, but instead spreads along the vine's veins, igniting the entire world into a blue sea of ​​fire.

The immortal cultivators and demons trapped in the formation were already suppressed by the Wood Element Formation, their energy flow was obstructed, and their magical power was being consumed rapidly.

Now they were trapped in a sea of ​​fire and a net of vines, struggling left and right, in a sorry state.

As the group secretly discussed how to break the deadlock, they struggled to decipher the key to the formation, and growing increasingly anxious.

The green cocoon that was suspended in mid-air and imprisoned the True Lord suddenly burst forth with boundless blazing white lightning.

The light was so intense that it was like the sun leaping out of the sea of ​​clouds, piercing through the azure sky in an instant, illuminating the entire world in a brilliant white, revealing every detail.

The wildly dancing green vines suddenly froze in mid-air under the dazzling lightning.

All the cultivators in the formation, whether immortals or demons, felt the omnipresent heavy pressure around them suddenly ease, and they all involuntarily lifted it away.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the green cocoon, from which blazing white lightning burst forth.

The next instant, the green cocoon silently collapsed, turning into countless green light spots that scattered and fell in all directions, only to be met by a blazing white lightning halberd.

"Ugh!"

The Azure Phoenix immediately let out a mournful cry, and the boundless azure flames around its body swayed violently before collapsing with a roar, turning into streaks of fire that scattered and fell.

In an instant, all its ferocity vanished.

Chen Jiao followed closely behind the halberd light, stepping out from the still-dissipating lightning and azure aura. His black cloak fluttered, and the lightning in his eyes had not yet faded.

He gripped the halberd shaft with one hand, the lightning patterns on his arm suddenly glowing. With a deep shout, he twisted the shaft with his strength and then swept it across fiercely!

"boom!"

The halberd, carrying immense and unstoppable force and lingering thunderous power, swept across the chest and abdomen of the Azure Phoenix, shattering its massive head and half of its neck!

The azure-green spiritual blood sprayed like a waterfall, staining the entire sky.

The phoenix's head exploded, and its true spirit dissipated.

The headless phoenix corpse remained stiff for a moment before finally losing all support, and along with the scattered blue blood and broken feathers, it fell helplessly into the vast blue waves below.

Chen Jiao stood in mid-air, holding a thunder halberd, the tip of which still flickered with azure light and blazing lightning.

His expression was calm, his gaze lowered, and with a single gesture, the dissipated azure energy seemed to be summoned, immediately gathering together and condensing into a cloud of azure light, hovering about a foot above his palm. Its Daoist charm was even more refined than the Azure Dragon Jade Talisman from before.

The immortals and demons were still in a daze.

From the breaking of the green cocoon and the emergence of the thunder halberd, to the green bend receiving its head and the gathering of green energy, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

They fought fiercely for a long time but failed to harm the Azure Phoenix in the slightest. Instead, they were trapped by the great formation.

This True Lord emerged from his cocoon, effortlessly subduing the scoundrels and casually seizing the fortune they so coveted.

They were no ordinary people, yet they failed to see how this True Lord had managed to decipher the key to the great formation, only feeling that his methods were becoming increasingly unfathomable and profound.

Seeing the pure azure energy gradually solidify, Jingfa Zhenjun remained calm and composed, clearly having received another extraordinary stroke of good fortune.

The cultivators were just waking up from a dream, their expressions all complex.

Many demons' eyes grew increasingly filled with jealousy and hatred, their expressions shifting unpredictably.

They fought tooth and nail here, ending up in a sorry state, not only failing to achieve anything but also becoming mere extras, watching helplessly as opportunities slipped into the hands of others.

The demon who had previously been hiding in the demonic wind and mocked Chen Jiao could no longer contain himself and said in a sarcastic tone, "True Lord, what skillful methods and cunning."

Previously, we stood by and watched as we fought with that hairy beast, wasting our magical power.

When the time is ripe, they will strike swiftly and decisively, seizing the top spot. Their foresight and cunning are truly admirable.

Beside him, a leopard-headed demon king also looked displeased and chimed in, "That's exactly right. We also did our part to restrain them; even if we didn't achieve anything, we certainly put in the effort."

The True Lord has obtained many precious treasures, and his fortune is flourishing. However, all good things must come to an end; this is an inescapable law.

Why not share some of the spiritual power derived from this transformed bird, so that we may be convinced and not discourage our fellow practitioners from all directions?

Another ghost king nodded and said, "We are wandering cultivators who have come here with great difficulty. If we can't even get a sip of soup, we will inevitably feel depressed."

Prolonged depression can lead to illness and potentially cause trouble.

As soon as these people took the lead, several voices echoed from different directions, some loud and some soft, all expressing dissatisfaction.

The atmosphere in the arena suddenly became tense, and the situation, which had eased slightly due to the killing of Qingluan, began to churn again.

Although many cultivators did not speak, their eyes involuntarily swept back and forth between Chen Jiao and the demons, harboring the intention of observing the outcome and waiting for an opportunity to act.

Upon hearing those sarcastic words, Chen Jiao remained expressionless, simply flipping his hand to put the Azure Phoenix Jade Talisman that had condensed in his palm into his sleeve.

He stood holding his halberd, his gaze icy, slowly sweeping over the few demons who had spoken earlier.

Whatever his gaze took, they felt a sudden chill run down their spines.

Although the demons were shocked, they did not entirely believe it.

Within this grotto, under the watchful eyes of everyone, they merely uttered a few sarcastic remarks and did not commit the heinous acts of robbery and murder.

Even if this Heavenly Lord holds a high position and wields great power, would he really dare to kill someone so easily over a few words?

The thought had just formed when he hadn't yet spoken again.

Chen Jiao's figure vanished silently from the spot.

The bat spirit, hidden in a swirling, foul-smelling black wind, was pounding with fear when it suddenly felt its demonic aura dissipate!

The protective demonic wind vanished instantly, revealing its true form: a pointed beak, shrunken cheeks, and fleshy wings growing from its ribs.

It lowered its head blankly, its gaze falling on its chest.

A halberd tip formed from blazing white lightning had somehow pierced through his back and emerged from his chest, still emitting dazzling lightning that sent shivers down one's spine.

It made a hoarse sound in its throat, and its eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

I tried to turn my head, but my neck was already stiff.

Chen Jiao's figure silently appeared about ten feet behind them, his black cloak fluttering slightly, his back to the crowd, his expression indifferent.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the Thunder Halberd was pulled out backward.

"puff."

With a soft thud, the bat spirit collapsed limply, as if all its muscles and bones had been removed.

Before it even touched the azure waves below, its flesh and hair were annihilated inch by inch by the remaining blazing white lightning, turning into ashes and scattering. Even the primordial spirit that struggled to escape was completely refined by the lightning intent, its form and spirit annihilated, leaving no trace of it in the world.

The remaining demons were so terrified that their souls nearly left their bodies; they dared not harbor even the slightest hope of survival.

They could no longer care about anything else. With a strange cry, they each displayed their fastest escape skills, some transforming into demonic winds, some swirling black clouds, and some disappearing into the blue waves. Without looking back, they fled desperately toward the open Jianmu Palace gate!

All thoughts of opportunity and good fortune are now forgotten; all that matters is staying away from this evil star and preserving one's life.

"Please spare me, My Lord! I was blind!"

"We dare not speak recklessly again! We beg Your Majesty to show mercy!"

As they fled in panic, a few scattered cries for mercy drifted over, filled with despair.