My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 214 Hangu Pass

After the white light, the battle situation has been decided.

Wuqianyou took back the white bead leisurely and swept his eyes away.

The wild Taoist screamed on the ground covering his bloody eyes. The fox demon was hanging upside down on the peach tree, his eyes were white like a dead fish, and he twitched from time to time.

But the cow demon, because he was far away, turned around and closed his eyes decisively when Wuqian escaped, but he did not escape. He was summoned by the sound spell and turned his head back uncontrollably. howling.

Huh, a cloud of air landed in front of my eyes.

Enduring the piercing pain in his heart, the bull demon tried his best to stare, only to see a vaguely majestic body, stepping forward, with its head held high, approaching leisurely.

"Stinky old cow, are you convinced?" Wuqian shouted.

The cow demon gasped heavily, and hissed his neck, "My patriarch, you are a green bull under the throne of the Supreme Lord, how dare you bully me?"

"You smelly cow, are you still stubborn?"

Wuqian was so angry that he wanted to blow the old cow's head with a paw, but remembering Jiang Yuan's order, and seeing the miserable state of the cow demon, he barely vented his anger, so he snorted coldly and bared his white teeth. Said: "My master asked me to bring you a sentence."

"My ancestor will come down to earth in a few days, your master is a god, I am not afraid!" The bull demon's eyes were dizzy, his brain was dizzy, he couldn't hear what Wuqian said, and howled there on his own.

"Your ancestor?" Wuqian sneered and said, "My master asked me to tell you that your ancestor's lower realm will be 600 years later, not now."

"On the day when my ancestor descends to earth, I will." The bull demon was still yelling, and suddenly stopped, screaming in shock and anger: "Nonsense! Who is your master?"

Although Jiang Yuan didn't tell him, Wuqian didn't want to reveal his master's name, so he said directly: "You don't care who my master is, anyway, I have passed the word to you, believe it or not."

The cow demon didn't believe it at all, and didn't want to believe it. He staggered and struggled to get up, staring at the blurry figure in front of him with bloody eyes, and howled angrily, "What kind of person is your master, who dares to criticize my ancestor?"

Wuqian's face turned cold, and he raised his paws and called towards him. The cow demon who had just got up flew straight out, fell to the ground with a bang, and rolled several times.

"My master, it's not something you can criticize!"

"Cough cough" the bull demon spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, his eyes turned black and white for a while, the world was spinning, and he wanted to get up, but his hands and feet wouldn't listen.

In a daze, Wuqian's words resounded in his head, and a ocher-yellow figure slowly emerged, and the cow demon couldn't see clearly. He looked at Wuqian's position just by feeling, and said intermittently: "You , Your master, isn’t it the one who wears ocher-yellow cassocks and makes three-headed forks?”

Wuqian shook his ears, and after hearing what the bull demon said, he murmured to himself: It seems that this bull demon is indeed the master's old acquaintance, and then proudly said: "It is my master."

"Impossible!" The bull demon surged up a huge force from nowhere, raised his head suddenly, saw Wuqian clearly through his blood-colored pupils, and dared not say anything: "That man is just a qi refining monk, how could it be Your master?"

Wuqian curled his lips and said: "From what you say, you should have met my master three years ago in the East China Sea. However, you really look down on people. My master once killed demons when he was refining Qi. I have defeated the evil dragon, and now I have cultivated the fruit of ghosts and immortals, and I am enlightening in the fairy mountain. And you, now you are not worthy to carry my master's shoes."

"This, how is this possible?" The bull demon still couldn't believe it.

Three years ago, that young cultivator treated him cautiously, but now, he couldn't even defeat one of his mounts, so he still joined hands with others!

"Hehe, if my master hadn't told you to save your life, I would have peeled your skin long ago and made boots for my master."

Wuqian sneered, then glanced at the bull demon, and said contemptuously: "The grievances between you and me will be wiped out today."

Pausing for a while, Wuqian looked at Chechi City in the distance, and the coalition forces that had just thrown away the barracks and retreated dozens of miles away, and said again:
"Mortal affairs belong to mortals. I will leave and practice with my master. You'd better not meddle in it. Well, go to Jindou Mountain and wait for your ancestors honestly."

The bull demon squirmed twice on the ground, and weakly called out: "My ancestor, really, it will come down to earth after 600 years?"

"What my master said is not wrong!" Wuqian resolutely said.

Hearing this, the bull demon was like a leaking ball, and all the strength was pulled away in an instant, his eyes rolled over, and he passed out.

Wuqian looked at the pitiful cow demon, lost interest for a moment, stepped on the cloud, went back to the peach tree, and picked up the fainted car Chichengzhu.

Just as he was about to escape, he suddenly noticed the peach branches that had been cut off by lightning. After thinking for a while, he gathered the peach trees together and tied them to his back.

Wuqian hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and said loudly: "I will practice with the master and will not come back again. The shrine should be demolished."

After all, wrap up the cloud, turn around and leave.

"No, Daxian, please don't abandon Che Chicheng!"

Behind him, the remaining soldiers knelt down, crying in panic.

The cloud escaped and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Hidden around the battlefield, the demons and ghosts who wanted to take advantage of the fire looked at the disappearing clouds, but they were in awe of the five thousand gods and did not dare to act presumptuously. They only slipped to the battlefield to pick up some corpses, and then left quietly.

Shrub hills.

The white-haired deer looked at the figures on the battlefield, licked its lips, and looked at the yellow-haired tiger: "Brother, let's go down and get some blood."

"Dead corpses don't taste good." Huang Maohu said with a curled lip.

"Is anyone dead, look, there is one, only one arm is broken." The white-haired deer pointed at a soldier struggling to crawl on the edge of the battlefield and shouted.

As soon as the words fell, a black-brisled wild boar leaped over, thrust its fangs, forked the Broken Wall soldier, and then ran back to the forest with a grunt.

"Oh, I was robbed by that wild boar!" The white-haired deer was full of anger.

The yellow-haired tiger was too lazy to talk to the timid and meddlesome white deer, and turned to look at the antelope. The antelope was holding its head up, staring at the direction where the clouds disappeared, and asked curiously, "Third brother, what are you looking at?"

The antelope turned its head, raised its hoof and pointed, and said: "Brothers, during the previous battle, the cow demon and the Taoist three seemed to say that the fairy beast was the mount of a fairy?"

Huang Maohu thought for a while, nodded and said: "Well, it seems that the wild Taoist shouted."

The white-haired deer enviously said: "It must be a fairy mount! Besides the fairy, who else has such a ferocious magic weapon?"

"Third brother, what do you want to say?" Huang Maohu had a vague guess.

The antelope's eyes shone brightly and shouted: "A mount has such awe-inspiring power, and its owner must be powerful. Why don't we brothers vote for that immortal?"

Huang Maohu thought to himself that sure enough, he also wanted to move, but then he stopped thinking and sighed: "Third Brother, your idea is very good, but where can we find that immortal?"

The light in the antelope's eyes dimmed immediately, and he looked at the direction where the clouds were going away unwillingly, "The fairy beast is heading to the southeast, let's follow the direction. That's all, fairy caves are usually located in deep mountains and blessed places, which are hard for ordinary people to find. We have no head." No brains, I am afraid that even if I run out of life, it will be difficult to reach the Immortal Mansion."

Huang Maohu sighed: "Yes, let's go on to Nanzhan Buzhou."

The white-haired deer's face turned bitter. He really didn't want to travel thousands of miles, so he couldn't help muttering: "Brother, why does Nanzhan Buzhou really have the true method of the Supreme Daozu?"

Huang Maohu firmly said: "There must be! The Taoist ancestor left Hangu Pass back then, and the purple air was three thousand miles away, leaving behind the Taoist scriptures. Let's go to the Hangu Pass, and we will definitely find the Taoist ancestor's true law."

The white-haired deer murmured softly, "That's all a legend, not necessarily true", but seeing the yellow-haired tiger stare, he quickly shut up.

"Let's go, head to the Blackwater River before dark."

The yellow-haired tiger urged, turned around, and jumped down the hill first, heading towards the Heishui River.

The antelope bumped the white deer with its horns, grinning, and followed the yellow-haired tiger.

The white-haired horned deer sighed helplessly, and stepped forward, "Brother, third brother, wait for me."

(End of this chapter)