Journey to the West Creation Technique

There's such a huge crocodile in this bay?!

Do not!

There's more than one!

Beneath the surface of this entire sea lies a dense network of undercurrents, with dark shadows crisscrossing the water, where countless crocodile demons lurk.

No wonder these natives never swim in the sea.

Crocodile Bay is a crocodile's lair.

It turned out that for the past three months, he had been living next to a group of terrifying crocodiles without even realizing it.

Lu Chengjun's lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately swallowed those two words.

He almost broke the Sha Wujing's appearance.

"Gurgle, gurgle... Kill, kill, kill!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

……

The insane frenzy of the indigenous people continues.

Lu Chengjun is probably the only sober "native".

As the natives roared and pushed and shoved each other with all their might, the second battle suddenly erupted!

Two burly men entered the arena, one wielding a stone axe and the other swinging a stone hammer.

Her eyes welled up with tears as soon as she stood still.

"Kill!"

"Gah gah! I'll smash you to death!"

There is no defense, only offense.

It's like a murderer of one's father.

Even crazier than that!

The stone axe smashed fiercely, and the stone hammer pounded relentlessly.

You take a turn, I take a turn...

In just a few moments, half of a person's face collapsed on the spot, leaving a bloody mess with their eyeballs sticking out—a truly gruesome sight.

One person's intestines were ruptured and rotten, with blood and guts flowing out, filling the air with a foul, bloody stench.

Even so, they fought desperately until they were both exhausted and tumbled into the sea along the blood-stained platform.

A dozen or so black-scaled crocodile demons leaped out of the water, tearing and scrambling for food, turning the sea into a boiling pot.

The onlookers went completely mad, roaring, cheering, clapping, and jumping for joy. Everyone was filled with excitement, wishing they could rush up and fight themselves.

Lu Chengjun swallowed hard.

I can't really say I had any special feelings; I just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

They're all crazy!

But if I leave the indigenous tribe, where should I go?

It's too dangerous outside.

It's not safe inside either.

worry!

……

Not far away, in the dense jungle.

Five cultivators were hiding among them.

The leader was none other than Zhao Xiong, who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Cai Yiheng, Qiao Zhi, Ling Cangye, Ling Qinghan, and three other Qi Refining stage cultivators stood silently behind them.

At this moment, the four of them were sweating profusely. They never expected that the indigenous tribe, which they had entered as if it were their own territory, would be hiding so many crocodile demons.

These crocodile demons possess astonishing strength just by their size. Lurking in the abyss, their occasional bursts of power terrify even the most fearless.

It's truly unbelievable that a group of ordinary mortals would live together with so many crocodile demons.

They actually dared to barge in, and even set a fire?

Thankfully, we escaped unscathed...

After observing for a long time, Zhao Xiong said in a cold voice, "The abyss below this river bend should be the lair of the Overturning Sea Demon. The demon king's pets are killing each other, and only the young crocodiles are huddled together to share the food, but the old demon is nowhere to be seen. It is clear that the old demon king is probably in trouble."

Cai Yiheng glanced at his superior, then lowered his eyes, not wanting to speak.

If it's awkward, then it's awkward.

There's no need to get too close to a senior who sees you as cannon fodder.

"Senior Zhao, what are these natives doing?" Qiao Zhi suddenly asked.

Zhao Xiong smiled faintly: "This is a sacrificial ritual."

"A ritual? Why would they kill each other?"

"It's actually not hard to understand... If you think of these natives as chickens and the demon king as a farmer, you'll understand why they did what they did..."

"Just as a farmer builds a chicken coop next to his house, the demon king also raises these natives next to his lair."

"The farmer has prepared feed for the chickens and is raising them well so that they can be fattened up and made into a dish to go with drinks."

"You set fire to the grain in the chicken coop..."

"...These free-range chickens are psychologically dependent on the farmers. They have long been accustomed to being domesticated and have never thought about going out to find food on their own. Instead, they hold a crazy ritual, pecking and killing their own kind to attract the farmers' attention, so that they will be given food and continue to be domesticated."

Upon hearing this explanation, Cai Yiheng's face showed a complex expression.

Ultimately, it comes down to dependence.

You still have to rely on yourself.

……

At the Bay Square, the indigenous people continued their madness.

Like a bunch of crazy fighting cocks.

The priestess Amiya used the body of a tabby cat to urge the young men to come up on the platform to offer sacrifices.

A new sacrificer, wielding a stone knife, ascended the platform, but no new warriors came forward.

Everyone turned to look at Lu Chengjun, who was positioned at the rear edge.

At this point, Lu Chengjun was the only one left who had never been on stage and had not played in the first round.

He frowned, sensing something was wrong, but remained calm: "Um...is it my turn?"

A group of people rushed forward and started shoving each other without saying a word.

"Clang! Stranger, come up on stage! Offer sacrifice to the gods!"

"Go forth and fight! Let our blood be offered to the gods!"

"This is your glory!"

Lu Chengjun had no choice but to be pushed onto the blood-stained platform of life and death by the local people.

Seeing this, the tabby cat meowed and said, "Meow... You are also a member of my native tribe. You've stepped onto this stage to fight for your life. If you win, you'll live in peace; if you lose, you'll be devoured by crocodiles!"

"Gurgle, gurgle, kill!"

"Fight to the death!"

The local people below the stage immediately cheered and roared, pounding their chests and urging the battle on.

Beneath my feet was a blood-stained stone platform, before me stood red-eyed natives, and behind me raging crocodiles.

Lu Chengjun, however, remained surprisingly calm.

Holding the image of Sha Wujing, with his spleen and dantian calm and undisturbed.

Only a battle offers a glimmer of hope.

He lowered his waist and took a deep step, his tattered cloak fluttering in the sea breeze, his body surging with earth energy, ready to unleash his power.

"Huh? This native actually knows farming techniques?" Deep in the dense forest, Ling Cangye, who was watching the battle, suddenly voiced everyone's doubts.

The term "farmer's skill" doesn't mean the person is bad at the game, but rather that their footwork resembles the stance of a farmer in a bow stance.

For the past three months, Lu Chengjun has been swinging a hoe on the field ridges every day. With his footwork, he naturally has the skills of a farmer.

This stance is very common in Middle-earth, so it's a bit strange that the natives also know this move.

"Could it be him?"

When Cai Yiheng and Qiao Zhi saw the appearance of the native, they immediately thought of one person.

He was a mortal whom they had long since abandoned.

No...it shouldn't be, maybe they just look alike.

At the same time, the native holding the knife on the high platform had his muscles tense and his eyes wide open, staring intently at Lu Chengjun.

His tongue lolled outwards incessantly, he gasped for breath, and gripped the stone knife tightly with both hands, the blade pointing directly at Lu Chengjun.

"Awooo!! Kill!" The native roared hoarsely, his spittle flying everywhere.

He charged!

How crazy, how brave.

In the past, Lu Chengjun might have been so frightened that he would have closed his eyes.

But now he feels like a stone, a piece of yellow earth, unmoved by wind and rain.

Lu Chengjun held the hoe in both hands, lowered his waist and turned his hips, his brute force blending with the earth's energy, and swung the hoe to smash.

He has been repeating this action for the past three months.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, something flew out...

It looks like the head.

A headless corpse lay upright on the ground.

The battle was over.

The natives below the stage, who were screaming wildly, froze in place. They had originally thought that it would be a fight of slashes, with blood spurting everywhere.

Although a lot of blood was lost, it ended far too quickly.

Won?

Is it really that easy?

Lu Chengjun stared at the corpse lying on the ground, its head blown off by the blow, before belatedly realizing what had happened.

This was done by swinging a hoe and smashing things randomly, purely relying on the strength of the blows.

When the power is great enough, everything turns to dust.

Two natives rushed up the platform, about to throw the headless corpse down to feed the crocodiles.

"Meow!" Amiya, in her cat form, let out a sharp meow: "Gurgle...leave him for dinner!"