Journey to the West Creation Technique

trunk.

A sudden, wet, human-shaped mark.

The demon-faced yaksha raised its scarlet claws and stared intently at Lu Chengjun.

This hurdle seems difficult, but it's actually quite challenging.

Lu Chengjun was not flustered, because there was no use in panicking.

If you take life and death lightly, you won't be alarmed even if the sky falls.

What's the point of being alarmed in this situation?

You just have to take it easy.

One swipe of its claws, and at worst, you'll have five bloody holes.

One more swipe and he'll be dead.

They're all going to die sooner or later anyway.

The demon-faced yaksha suddenly turned around, and a tall, magnificent horse galloped towards them in the rain.

This horse has a single horn, tusks, and an astonishingly large size.

Bang!

The demon-faced yaksha spread its wings and flew away, returning to its cave.

Although it was pouring rain, it was still daytime.

Yaksha's true strength was completely unleashed.

fear!

Let it choose to leave.

After the demon-faced yaksha left, Lu Chengjun disregarded the terrifying power of the horse and immediately revealed himself from the tree. Taking advantage of the horse's passing by, he quickly made his escape.

The unicorn horse glanced at Lu Chengjun, but did not launch an attack; instead, it left on its own.

Perhaps the unicorn horse itself never imagined that it would save a person simply by passing by.

That's what you call fate.

This is a positive connection.

……

As night fell, Lu Chengjun finally made it back to the territory of Nanming Guard.

Only when he stepped onto the ridge of a field in a village outside the city gate did Lu Chengjun finally feel relieved.

When night falls, that's when the Oni-faced Yaksha (demon-faced demon) is active.

If that thing intercepts me, I'm afraid I won't be so lucky to escape with my life.

The warning bells in the fenced village jingled...

A young resident monk, carrying a broadsword, charged out.

When roaming monsters invade a village, the village garrison commander must hold them off first, allowing the villagers to take refuge in cellars in time.

The young man was clearly prepared to sacrifice himself, and when he saw that the person who had broken into the village was a person, tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

"Brother! In the dead of night, are you trying to scare me to death?!" the village monk shouted, his voice trembling with tears.

Lu Chengjun offered no explanation, brushed past him, and headed straight for the city gate.

Immediately afterwards, the village protection team arrived!

This group of people was also extremely nervous. The leader was Shen Yifeng, but when he saw that it was Lu Chengjun, he said something similar.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?!" Although they were cursing, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Chengjun remained silent and offered no explanation, heading straight for the city gate.

The gates of Nanming Guard are never closed, except when demonic beasts approach the city. The gates are closed and the formation is activated. The gates are not closed on other days.

Li Ang was already waiting at the city gate. Upon seeing him, he immediately rushed forward to greet him: "Senior Brother Lu! You're finally back!"

Lu Chengjun also breathed a sigh of relief: "How is Senior Brother Lin?"

"Senior Brother Lin has woken up and is fine."

"Where is Captain Zhao?"

"Team Leader Zhao returned last night. The entire team is missing only you."

Lu Chengjun finally breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He said seriously, "I have important matters to report to the captain in person."

……

Zhao Xuangang, as one of the eight Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Southern Underworld Guard, lived near the government office.

Li Ang, accompanied by Lu Chengjun, knocked on the gate of her house.

Zhao Xuangang was also overjoyed to see that Lu Chengjun had returned safely.

"Ghost Face Ditch, did you set the fire?"

Lu Chengjun nodded slightly.

"Good lad! You saved my life!" Zhao Xuangang said, sounding quite excited.

Lu Chengjun didn't offer any further explanation, and instead took out the map hand-drawn by Su Wan from his pocket.

It pointed to a location on the map.

"There's a cave here."

Zhao Xuangang looked at the location for a moment, then nodded slightly: "That's right, there is indeed a cave there. The patrol teams often camped and spent the night in that cave. What? You spent the night here?"

"Demon-faced Yaksha." Lu Chengjun only said four words.

The air in the courtyard suddenly tightened.

Zhao Xuangang examined the map closely, then asked in a hoarse voice, "You mean the Demon-Faced Yaksha has moved here?"

Lu Chengjun nodded.

Li Ang looked at the map and frowned, saying, "This place seems a bit close to the Southern Underworld Guard..."

Zhao Xuangang's expression was solemn as he slowly said, "It's only forty or fifty li... At that speed of that demon-faced yaksha, it could come over in a short stroll at night."

Upon hearing this, Li Ang swallowed hard: "Then... what should we do?"

"It must be pulled out!"

Li Ang: "Then how about we report to the commander first thing tomorrow morning?"

"Why wait until tomorrow? Now!" Zhao Xuangang said decisively.

Li Ang frowned: "But it's late at night, Commander Shen is probably asleep."

"Then wake him up. Can't you tell what's important?" Zhao Xuangang said to Li Ang with a look of exasperation.

……

At that moment, a chilling wind swirled across the night sky.

The demon-faced yaksha went out to hunt for food and accidentally discovered a city.

Human farmers cultivated fertile fields, creating a landscape crisscrossed by paths, with terrain quite different from other places.

However, the demon-faced yaksha did not find any humans, because everyone was already asleep and no one was wandering around on the ridges of the fields in the middle of the night.

Until the demon-faced yaksha saw the monks patrolling the city walls.

This is like enemies meeting, their eyes blazing with hatred!

After all, in the eyes of the demon-faced yaksha, all humans look the same.

Everyone looked up sharply and saw a dark shadow sweep across the city wall. Before anyone could react, a scarlet claw suddenly shot out and instantly seized a catching-off-guard duty cultivator.

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream that echoed through the night sky came to an abrupt end.

Blood splattered on the city walls, a horrific and shocking sight.

Ding ding ding ding...

The alarm blared, and eight beams of light streaked across the sky.

Coincidentally, all eight Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Southern Underworld Guard were at home.

The instant the light ascended into the sky, it surrounded and blocked all of the Yaksha's escape routes.

Shen Li, Zhao Xiong, Zhou Mo, Jin Ge, Liu Yunsheng, Zhao Xuangang, Yan Cizhou, Lin Yue.

Commander Shen Li summoned an ancient command flag, and the wind from the flag swept across, tearing apart the protective aura of the Ghost-Faced Yaksha.

Zhao Xiong unleashed a massive, jet-black iron hammer, its body shrouded in a fierce and malevolent aura. Taking advantage of the Ghost-Faced Yaksha's protective aura being broken, he precisely struck its back.

Jin Ge, Zhao Xuangang, and Lin Yue, three sword cultivators, each summoned their flying swords, but only one golden-red sword pierced through the Ghost-Faced Yaksha's stomach, while the other two flying swords only left scratches on his body.

Liu Yunsheng and Yan Cizhou then unleashed their magic, sending two fire dragons hurtling towards the Ghost-Faced Yaksha one after the other.

In an instant, flying swords, spells, and magical artifacts bombarded the area relentlessly!

The demon-faced yaksha then regretted his recklessness in trespassing into the human cultivators' lair.

Unfortunately, it was too late...

The group launched a fierce attack, the evil mist dissipated, their bodies were severely injured, and their violent and sinister aura continued to leak out. They struggled desperately, flapping their wings and waving their claws wildly, but they had no power to resist at all.

Shen Li raised the command flag again, and the pure Yang Daoist energy permeated all directions, firmly suppressing the Yin and evil forces.

Originally, the protective Yin energy of the Ghost-Faced Yaksha could dissolve flying swords and block spells, but it was completely ineffective under the suppression of the command flag.

Zhou Mo, who had not made a move until now, seized the opportunity and suddenly summoned a golden chain. The golden light was like a bolt of lightning, and it bit down on the Ghost-Faced Yaksha before abruptly closing in.

The demon-faced yaksha's demonic power was completely locked up, and he fell heavily to the ground.

With a flick of his sleeve, Liu Yunsheng unleashed several Pure Yang Suppressing Talismans, which flew out and affixed to the yaksha's head, chest, and wing roots—several vital points.

The crimson runes instantly shone with pure yang golden light, scorching the source of yin energy. The yaksha let out a mournful cry, its black aura rapidly dissipated, and its strength rapidly vanished, leaving it with no power to struggle.