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

Chapter 413 Punching a Tiger and Slapping a Sheep: Killing Intent Revealed in an Instant

Everything changes in an instant.

The tiger demon and the sheep demon were still stunned and angry because of the sudden change of attitude of the True Lord Jingfa when they saw that their companion had been seriously injured.

This True Lord struck without warning, delivering a fatal blow! Did he see through our origins?

This secret method of "gathering evil and purifying" was personally bestowed by the Venerable Lord. It is extremely profound. How could he possibly decipher it?

Could it be that he had foreseen this all along and had been waiting for this moment?

A flurry of thoughts flashed through his mind, causing the tiger demon to tremble violently and feel a sudden chill.

He originally intended to feign a submissive attitude to keep the True Lord in check, while secretly launching a swift and decisive attack to finish the job in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, their plan failed, and the other party launched a preemptive attack, with a ruthless and decisive strike!

The thought had barely formed when, before the lightning in his eyes had even dissipated, another, more condensed and intense bolt of lightning tore through the aftershocks and appeared before him in an instant!

Chen Jiao's black cloak fluttered as he stepped out from the still-dissipating thunder, his figure faster than lightning. His right fist was clenched, wrapped in blazing white lightning, and he aimed straight at the face of the tiger demon who was still in shock!

"not good!"

The tiger demon only had time to block with its arm, pushing its demonic power to the limit.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound was like the beating of a giant drum.

The tiger demon felt a tremendous force mixed with the bone-chilling power of thunder penetrate its arm. The bones in its arm creaked under the strain, and its massive body was thrown off the ground and shot backward like a kite with a broken string. Its demonic energy was chaotic, and specks of pale lightning burst from its pores, hissing loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the deer demon was injured and the tiger demon was blasted away by a single punch.

Only the sheep demon remained in the arena, standing alone in the void.

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the figure in the black cloak before him, who had fully materialized from the lightning and whose punch still resonated.

A chill ran through my heart, as if doused with ice water.

Too fast! This True Lord didn't hesitate for a moment; his attack was a fatal blow. He saw through it! He must have seen through it!

Before he could think any further, Chen Jiao, with an indifferent expression, still had the momentum of the punch that had sent the tiger demon flying. He smoothly drew an arc with his arm, and a simple whip kick, like a mountain-splitting axe, swept towards his waist and abdomen!

Before the wind even arrived, the powerful and domineering aura had already made the sheep demon's breath fill the room, and its primordial spirit tremble.

Fortunately, the sheep demon was an old demon who had been around for many years and managed to regain his senses in the face of death.

He let out a fierce shout, and the clear light around him dissipated, while a dense, turbid demonic aura erupted.

His arms bulged with muscles, instantly transforming into a pair of enormous, jet-black pincers, which fiercely lashed out at the whip leg!

The pincers opened and closed, carrying a faint, fishy smell, as if they wanted to sever the leg.

"Bang! Crack!"

The pincers collided violently with the whip leg, producing a dull thud that made your teeth ache, followed by the crisp sound of bones cracking and shattering.

The goat demon let out a miserable howl. Its seemingly indestructible black pincers were cracked the moment they made contact and then exploded!

The goat demon spun uncontrollably and was thrown backward violently, its arms hanging limply at its sides, clearly broken bones and torn tendons.

In the clear void, the lightning gradually dissipated.

Chen Jiao stood with his legs drawn back, his Xuanfu flute swirling, his aura deep and unfathomable, his gaze calmly sweeping across the three directions.

In one place, the lightning had not yet faded, and the fate of the deer demon was unknown; in another place, the demonic energy dissipated, and the tiger demon struggled to rise; in yet another place, blood splattered across the sky, and the sheep demon screamed and rolled in agony.

In the blink of an eye, the combined force of the three demons was utterly crushed by him alone.

Chen Jiao's eyes were as cold as ice as he said, "You think you can hide the demonic energy in your bones by wearing the skin of a demon immortal?"

In the past, he followed Marshal Tianyou to fight demons in the Eastern Celestial Realm, slaying countless demons. His perception of such sinister and demonic energy had long been ingrained in his instincts.

Although the secret techniques used by these three demons could dispel the blood evil and create a pure and ethereal demonic aura, the subtle, unpredictable, and greedy nature in their actions and the flow of their energy had already caught his eye.

Not to mention that he received the legacy of the Azure Emperor, and his control over the secrets of the Jianmu Cave was even deeper. Once these three demons entered the Cave Mystery Palace, in his perception, they were like white silk stained with ink, and could no longer hide.

"roar!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar filled with pain and rage suddenly came from the blazing white lightning that was suppressing the deer demon!

The thunder roared and scattered, and a colossal black shadow soared into the sky!

But the deer demon had completely shed its disguise, revealing its true demonic form.

What a ferocious demonic deer! As the poem says:

Its antlers are like iron halberds, as black as ink. Its eyes are like copper bells spewing ghostly fire, and its nose is like a chimney emitting black flames.

Its body is covered in scales like black iron, and purple smoke rises from where its four hooves tread. Originally a tranquil guest of the mountains and forests, it has now become a greedy and angry demon of the nine netherworlds. Shaking its head and wagging its tail, it displays its supernatural powers, stirring up waves in the clear sky.

It was the black deer that had become a demon, its malevolent aura reaching the heavens!

Its body was wreathed in demonic flames, forcibly pushing away the remaining lightning. Its pair of crimson eyes were fixed on Chen Jiao, and it shouted angrily: "How dare you, a mere deity of the Heavenly Court, see through our true forms!"

If you knew what was good for you, that would have been fine. But you've chosen to be reckless and dare to ruin our grand plan. Today, we'll devour your flesh and drink your blood!

The black deer spoke in human language, filled with resentment.

It suddenly stood up on its hind legs, its forelegs outstretched, and a ferocious spear, entirely crimson and entwined with blood snakes, appeared out of thin air in its palm.

The gun trembled, and boundless demonic energy poured in, bringing it to life.

In no time, it transformed into a ferocious blood python with crimson scales and armor, hundreds of feet long. It opened its enormous maw, spewing out foul-smelling poisonous flames and filthy blood light, and lunged at Chen Jiao!

As the crimson blood python hurtled through the air, a foul wind and poisonous flames filled the air, and filthy demonic energy eroded the void.

Chen Jiao's gaze narrowed slightly, but he neither flinched nor avoided the attack.

Such a horde of demons is truly unworthy of respect.

The Thunder Sun Demon-Subduing Sword in his hand rang out again, and even before it was drawn, its awe-inspiring sword intent soared into the sky.

However, Chen Jiao's mind raced, and he did not immediately draw his sword. Instead, he flipped his left palm and pressed it forward.

"cut."

A single, clear word, like an imperial edict.

In an instant, blazing white lightning surged like a tide in the void behind Chen Jiao.

The Thunder Yang Demon-Subduing Sword was drawn from its sheath on its own, rising from the ground, and countless thunderous energies converged upon it as if on command.

In an instant, a sword light slashed down.

And that ferocious blood seemed to collide with a blazing, thunderous sun.

Blazing white lightning swept across like a tide, melting away crimson scales, causing filth and blood to evaporate, and dissolving poisonous flames wherever it passed.

The hundred-foot-long python body, starting from its head, disintegrated inch by inch, turning into wisps of black smoke, which were then completely swept away by the following thunderous intent.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Jiao clenched his right fist again, and without even looking, he thrust it backward with his backhand!

It was aimed directly at the pair of dark tiger claws that were silently attacking from behind, intending to attack from both sides.

It turned out that after being knocked away by a punch, the tiger demon suppressed its injuries, concealed its aura, circled around behind Chen Jiao, and seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack the moment Chen Jiao drew his sword to slay the python.

"boom!"

A loud roar was heard.

The tiger demon immediately roared in pain, its claws nearly shattering.

The thunderous energy surged up his arm, rushing into his meridians and internal organs, scorching the demonic energy within the tiger demon's body. His vision blurred, and not only was his sneak attack completely thwarted, but he was also sent flying backward by this punch, even faster than when he came. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood.