Journey to the West Creation Technique

After leaving Ghostface Gully, the patrol team sped towards the direction of the Southern Underworld Guard.

Zhao Xuangang led the way, his mind heavy with worries. He frequently looked up at the sky, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

If that demon-faced yaksha really follows, he will only have one chance to strike.

If he cannot kill it before sunset, he will surely die when night falls.

As the sun began to set, Zhao Xuangang knew he couldn't delay any longer.

"You all go back first, don't wait for me!" After saying that, Zhao Xuangang transformed into a streak of light and turned to flee back.

Li Ang looked bewildered: "What is Captain Zhao going to do?"

Lu Chengjun gazed in the direction where the streak of light had disappeared and said in a deep voice, "You all go back first, don't wait for me."

He actually said the exact same thing as Zhao Xuangang.

"What are you going to do?" Su Wan asked loudly.

Lu Chengjun glanced at Su Wan but did not intend to explain.

"What can you do?" Su Wan chased after him, not intending to let Lu Chengjun leave.

Lu Chengjun glanced at her silently again, then ignored her and strode back the way he came.

"Do you know the way? Why are you going back alone?" Su Wan called out urgently.

Lu Chengjun paused slightly, his brows furrowed.

He really didn't know the way.

"I have some knowledge of astrology," Lu Chengjun said, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

Determining direction by observing the stars at night is a very complicated matter. He had studied it... but it requires a fixed star chart to make an accurate judgment.

In a dangerous place like the Southern Desolate State, a slight difference can lead to a huge error.

Su Wan said no more, took out a map from her bosom, and handed it over directly.

This map was hand-drawn by Su Wan, and the markings on it are all in her delicate handwriting.

"Then how will you get back?" Lu Chengjun asked.

"I have the Star Chart." Su Wan looked at him and whispered, "You must be careful. I know you rescued Senior Brother Lin."

Lu Chengjun gave her a deep look, then turned and strode into the twilight, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

……

Under the sunlight, the demon-faced yaksha, covered in blue scales, was not easily spotted as it hid in the shade of the trees.

Whoosh!

A sword aura swept across.

The tree canopy and leaves were swept away, and the demon-faced yaksha standing on the treetop revealed its form.

Zhao Xuangang, who had returned, stood in the void, looking at the demonic beast with a cold expression.

"You beast! Since you dared to chase after me, you're doomed!"

Zhao Xuangang let out a cold shout, and his spiritual energy suddenly burst forth as he swung his sword again.

At this moment, the sky was bright, and the demon-faced yaksha was no match for the sharp sword light of the human cultivators.

So it chose to refund directly...

Blue bat wings sprouted from his back, and with a flap of his wings, he vanished in an instant, as swift as lightning.

Zhao Xuangang rode the sword light in a frenzied pursuit.

The Oni-faced Yaksha's defense was greatly reduced during the day, but its speed was not reduced by much.

Zhao Xuangang found it very difficult to chase after him, and after a while, he decided to give up.

Just as he was about to leave, the demon-faced yaksha stopped running and chased after him from a distance, its scarlet eyes fixed on him.

As Zhao Xuangang watched the sun gradually set, his heart tightened. He gathered his true energy and once again pursued the Ghost-Faced Yaksha.

The demon-faced yaksha continued running.

Chase again, run again...

Stop, and hang there at a distance...

Waiting for nightfall, waiting for the sunset.

I'll kill you when night falls.

Zhao Xuangang grew increasingly anxious and had no choice but to chase after them relentlessly.

He chased them all the way to Ghost Face Gully.

The demon-faced yaksha stood in the shadows of the valley, its scarlet eyes staring intently at Zhao Xuangang.

It was as if it were saying, "You're dead!"

Knowing that venturing into Ghost Face Gully again would be futile, Zhao Xuangang turned and left.

The demon-faced yaksha chased after them again, hanging at a distance.

Enraged, Zhao Xuangang turned around and attacked again, but Yaksha used the same trick once more.

After several such back-and-forth struggles, the sky grew increasingly dark, the sun gradually setting in the west, and time was running out...

Zhao Xuangang's heart sank; he knew that if he didn't retreat now, he would surely die.

Without further hesitation, he activated his escape light with all his might to flee.

The demon-faced yaksha used the same trick again and gave chase once more.

Until night falls...

Between heaven and earth: Yang energy declines, Yin energy arises!

This world has finally become its home ground.

The demon-faced yaksha let out a satisfied scream, and a towering black mist naturally surged around him, its malevolent energy rolling like a tide, far surpassing its power during the day.

just now!

The roles of offense and defense have shifted!

It wanted to tear the human cultivator who had smashed its roof to shreds.

……

Whoosh!

A sharp sword light suddenly swept past overhead.

Whoosh!

A blue winged beast skimmed past at high speed, skimming along the dense canopy of trees.

Beneath layers of branches and leaves, a crescent-shaped iron shovel was stuck diagonally into the soil, with no one around.

Lu Chengjun clung tightly to the tree trunk, standing there so that no one noticed him.

The magical artifact, the Qimu Xuanjia, crafted from the shell of a withered mantis, quietly activated. His aura merged with the forest, making him seem as if he had become part of the tree.

Even though the demon-faced yaksha and Zhao Xiangang walked back and forth on his head several times, he didn't notice at all.

He looked up and gazed at the two figures locked in a fierce struggle in mid-air.

Without a doubt, Zhao Xuangang is in a very bad situation...

The Southern Underworld Guard only has eight Foundation Establishment cultivators. Once they are lost, it will be difficult to replenish them. Each one is a bulwark of the sect and cannot be lost!

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact; to protect one's companions is to protect oneself.

You need to understand this principle!

Dusk was falling, and the sun was about to set.

Lu Chengjun then slowly made his way into the treacherous Ghost Face Gully.

In the past, Guimiangou was pitch black at night.

But things are different now...

During the day, Zhao Xuangang had already torn the treetop canopy of Guimiangou to shreds.

The rare, cool moonlight shone down, giving the dim valley a touch of moonlight.

Lu Chengjun abandoned the black iron shovel, instead carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, and walked calmly into this dangerous place that everyone feared.

The valley is full of humus, so you need to be extra careful when walking. Try not to walk near the edge, but walk along the roots that spread out from the big trees, and you will be safe.

Not long after...

He then saw piles of broken wood everywhere in the valley. The cuts on these linden logs were neat, clearly the wood that Zhao Xuangang had cut down with his sword during the day.

These are all high-quality timbers, but they were freshly cut from the trees and still very damp, making them difficult to ignite, far inferior to the dry firewood he specially brought from outside.

Finding a pile of wood, Lu Chengjun put down the firewood, casually set up the frame, and then took out a fireball talisman from his pocket.

Activate!

The talisman ignited instantly, and a burst of intense flames exploded.

A huge bonfire was lit in the valley...

If the Demon-Faced Yaksha were still alive, it would surely be a relentless pursuit to the death.

It's a pity it's not here...

He grabbed two burning pieces of firewood and threw them around in all directions.

They even deliberately lit torches...

Not long after...

The roaring campfire ignited the vines hanging from a large tree. Once lit, the vines would burn upwards until they reached the top of the tree, at which point the entire Ghost Face Gully would be completely ablaze.

The fire is starting; it's time to evacuate.

If you linger any longer, you won't be able to leave.

Lu Chengjun did not flee far away, but instead found a small tree at the mouth of the valley and the riverbank, pressed his back against the tree trunk, and activated the Qimu Xuanjia again.

Its form, aura, and silhouette blended seamlessly with the tree trunk, disappearing into the shadows of the night.

Everything that needed to be done has been done; now all that can be done is to leave it to fate.

……

This was a sword strike delivered with all its might!

This is a sword strike that risks life and death!

Zhao Xuangang staked all his life's work on a magnificent sword strike, gambling with his life or death.

I lost the bet...

He was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

A century of cultivation has turned to dust...

Everyone dies eventually...

Just as he closed his eyes and waited to die, he found that he was still alive after a long time.

He opened his eyes in confusion, not understanding why the demon-faced yaksha didn't finish him off.