Journey to the West Creation Technique

Death Valley.

Deep, crisscrossing ravines.

Milren and another boarman faced off from a distance.

There's not much to say...

A life-or-death battle; we must go all out.

Silvery-white snake scales spread down from the neck, covering the arms, back, chest, and abdomen layer by layer, instantly enveloping it completely, transforming it into a giant, humanoid python with distinct angular features.

The boarman opposite them roared deafeningly, its ferocity reaching the heavens.

The rolling sound echoed through the ravines...

The boar-man, who was running out of another ditch, heard the shout and looked puzzled.

Why are there sounds of fighting behind me?

He slowed his pursuit, sniffing around with his pig nose, and soon noticed something amiss. Then, enraged, he ran back.

Miren transformed into a giant humanoid python and fought against the boar-man.

They fought fiercely for a moment, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Miren relied on his agile movements and the poisonous black iron longsword to slash and strike repeatedly. His snake scales protected his body, and the rough, black club grazed him several times, only causing a few sparks to fly.

On the contrary, the boar-man's thick mane could not withstand the sharpness of the black iron longsword, and the invasion of the poison made him move more and more slowly.

Victory is within reach!

A fierce glint flashed in the boar-man's eyes, and his demonic power surged wildly within him, causing his aura to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage in an instant.

He slammed the wooden stick into the ground, and an invisible shockwave suddenly exploded out, slamming into Milen, who lost his footing and balance.

In that instant, the boarman stepped forward and raised his massive hammer.

boom!

A dull, loud bang.

It was hammered solidly.

Milren was almost completely unconscious.

If I had to describe the feeling, it would be like a tattered rag.

bang, bang, bang...

The dull thuds continued, one after another, and the boar-man's eyes were filled with cruelty.

With the blessing of divine power, it can briefly break through the shackles and possess power comparable to that of a divine messenger, but at a great cost.

It can almost only be used once in a battle.

After thoroughly pounding Milen, skin and bones, into a meat patty, the boar-man's aura quickly faded.

Blood trickled from the corner of its mouth; this was the price of using forbidden power.

A brief promotion means a heavy burden.

Just then, a figure rushed out from the other side of the ravine.

It was Lu Chengjun who heard the noise.

At this point, the boar-man's aura had greatly weakened, and he was only at the Qi Refining level.

As he rushed forward, layers of white scales appeared on Lu Chengjun's neck, and his aura surged, steadily stepping into the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

Raise your hand and push your palm forward.

Dark green poisonous smoke erupted from his palm, instantly transforming in mid-air into more than ten ferocious venomous snakes as thick as an arm.

The snakes circled in mid-air and pounced on the boar-man from all directions.

Although the serpentine form was an illusion, with the support of powerful demonic energy, its sharp fangs could still easily tear through the boar-man's bristles and embed themselves firmly into his flesh.

The dark green snake writhes, constantly burrowing deeper into the wound, its venom spreading wildly through the blood vessels.

The boar-man was filled with shock and rage, but to no avail.

Now he only has two choices: either use the snake venom canister or unleash another burst of power and turn the tables!

He chose to turn the tide and win.

"Roar!" With a deafening roar, the violent power erupted once again, and the shockwaves around him surged outwards like a tidal wave, shattering the coiled venomous snakes in an instant.

He gripped a thick wooden club, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the enemy, but the enemy had already slipped away...

Boar-man: "Fuck your mother!"

He burned himself out, and the enemy fled...

How could we let him get away?!

"Die!" The boar-man hurled his thick, black club with tremendous force.

Hearing the whistling sound behind his ear, Lu Chengjun lightly dodged with a flick of his toes.

boom!

The thick wooden stick pierced the ground like an arrow, and this blow exhausted all the boarman's strength.

After the attack, his body swayed slightly...

The forbidden power that the Black Pig Demon King had poured into his body completely went out of control, causing his physical body to rapidly collapse and gushing out mouthfuls of dark red blood.

Its eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and unwillingness, and it fell straight down.

All life is lost...

Before long, the boar-man who had just returned rushed over and saw his companion vomiting pig blood all over the ground.

"Roar!" With an angry roar, the boar-man twitched its nostrils and took another step to chase after him.

……

Death Valley.

The two gods are locked in a standoff.

Humans are the pawns, demons are the players.

Ravines form the chessboard, and golden lotuses are the reward.

Both sides had already lost two pieces each, and each had also lost a player.

Lu Chengjun had originally deviated from the route to the center, but somehow he circled back and ended up in the second round of the battlefield, where he casually killed a boarman and won back a round.

He's still running...

Roaming freely among the ravines, it becomes an uncontrollable variable in this game of chess.

Now that both gods only have three pieces in their hands, they might as well join the battle together.

On the White Serpent God's side, Li Ang, Qian Jin, and Zhou He were swept away by an invisible force and landed in three different ravines.

The Black Boar God also deployed three boar-men, each landing separately to intercept the enemy one-on-one.

Three battlefields, three battles unfolding simultaneously.

After landing, Li Ang rolled on the spot to dodge the boarman's spear thrust.

Holding a black iron round shield in his left hand and a goose feather longsword in his right, he rushed forward as the boarman dropped his spear, pressing the black iron shield against his face.

Li Ang's body was tempered by the Kanglong Force, making him as tough as a demon beast.

One shield, one sword; one defending, one attacking; their coordination is impeccable.

The boar-man lost his spear, and despite his superior brute strength, he was temporarily at a disadvantage.

Moreover, after years of fighting with the snake people tribe, this was the first time he had encountered a white snake tribesman who dared to confront him head-on.

In a short while, several cuts were made on his body by the goose feather knife.

The boar-man was covered in blood, but it was only a superficial wound.

This white snake warrior didn't use poison?!

The boar-man, his eyes bloodshot, pounded his shield with each punch, inching closer to the spear that had slipped from his grasp...

On another battlefield, Qian Jin silently took out the talisman on his body. He didn't practice physical training or swordsmanship; he practiced magic.

He is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, proficient in fireball techniques, and possesses both a Lightness Talisman and a Quicksand Talisman.

The battle was surprisingly simple...

Facing the boar-man charging at him, he used a light talisman to create distance, and then unleashed a series of scorching fireballs. The rolling flames scorched the boar-man's coarse bristles, making them crackle, and he could only barely defend himself with his demonic power.

The boar-man roared and charged forward in flames, only to fall into a quicksand trap halfway through his charge.

Half of his body was stuck in the soil, and he couldn't crawl out.

His mane was ablaze, yet Qian Jin continued to launch fireballs...

Those who gain power will not let others off the hook!

Li Ang and Qian Jin are both at the sixth level of Qi Refining. After all, they were selected for the hunting team, so their strength must be quite remarkable.

Zhou He was the weakest, only at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

He doesn't understand magic, he doesn't know how to cultivate his body, the only thing he can unleash is a poisonous palm.

It was useless against the thick-skinned boar-men; Zhou He had already devised a survival strategy.

It's simple: Run!

Run decisively and resolutely.

We will never participate in the decisive battle in the heart of the region.

Although the gods decreed that the losing side should be completely wiped out, that was none of his business.

His combat power is negligible.

When the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up.

Even if they fail and everyone is wiped out, that's something Lu Chengjun and Li Ang should consider.

There was only one thing he needed to consider: saving his own life.

After determining the direction, Zhou He turned and ran, but the wild boar-men who were intercepting him were fierce and dull-witted. Seeing Zhou He flee, they immediately gave chase.

Zhou He complained bitterly. Although he had used his only Lightness Talisman, the Boarman's Boar Charge also had a terrifying explosive power.

The thick, black club slammed into the ground, causing a great tremor. Zhou He, who had been fleeing, stumbled and fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the boar-man rushed in front of him, raising his thick black wooden club high.

Zhou He was filled with horror, his eyes fixed on the thick wooden stick.

clang!

A crisp sound.

The wooden stick that was originally aimed at Zhou He turned around and intercepted a sword light.

The Xuan Tie sword was knocked away by a blow and stuck into the stone wall of the ravine.

It was Lu Chengjun who threw his Xuan Tie sword from a hundred meters away, saving Zhou He's life.