Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Who is she talking to?

King Jiadi was immediately alert. The ominous premonition made his attacks more intense, and the strange golden sword's moves were weird, bypassing Chiji's body and attacking Wen Jiao directly.

Wen Jiao was a little overwhelmed, and at this moment a ray of red light burst out from her chest. Different from the bloody and ominous light of the blood snake, this red light was pure and gentle, like the red glow reflected by the rising sun.

The red light grew rapidly, condensing into a lion with bright hair like a red cloud. She was only about a foot long, and she used her four paws to pad the body of Chi Ji in front of her, and flew backwards quickly, crashing into the oncoming snake formation and golden light wall like a burning fireball, and opened her soft three-petal mouth and exhaled.

It was like a circle of invisible ripples, or like a heavy artillery hitting the ground with a loud bang. With Huo Ling'er as the axis, the surging force surged in all directions, pushing the rampant snakes back into the depths of the light wall, and forcing the light wall back another ten feet.

In Wen Jiao's eyes, she could clearly see that the ripples in the air were mixed with countless star-like fragments of light, which were bright and crystal, and seemed extremely light and fragile. But it was these fragments of light that forced back the strange golden light.

Can light overcome light?

"Congratulations, Sister Huo, on your great progress." She said with a smile.

The power of this roar was already one-fifth of the Yellow Robe Monster's power that day. It seemed that the Yellow Robe Monster's relic was of great help to Huo Linger.

As his attention was distracted, his moves were scattered, and Chiji's body was also taken away by King Jiadi. He hugged his beloved wife's body tightly, as if he was hugging a rare treasure that had been lost and found again. His mind was agitated, and he had no intention of controlling the magic weapon, so the golden light wall and the blood-colored snakes also shook illusorily, and then turned into nothingness.

Huo Linger flew back to Wen Jiao's arms, looked at her whole body, and said disappointedly: "The color hasn't changed."

When a demon spirit transforms into a human, it often takes on some of its original characteristics. Her original form was a fire crystal lion. After she transformed into a human form, whether male or female, her hair and eyebrows inevitably turned burnt red, making her look not very smart. Huo Ling'er had long wanted to change her fur color, but after many years of trying, she had never succeeded.

Wen Jiao laughed. Huo Ling'er had always been like this. In her eyes, the improvement of her cultivation, which could make ordinary cultivators ecstatic, was far less important than changing her fur color. Perhaps that was why she was able to maintain a pure and innocent heart.

She rubbed the lion's head and said, "We'll think of another way later."

Huo Linger nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, it's a deal."

This Leo will definitely look smarter!

The conversation between the man and the lion was interrupted by a hoarse and desperate laughter. They all looked towards the source of the sound and saw that King Jiadi's eyes were red, like a tragic beast with a broken limb: "Akaji has seen the sunlight, she can't be resurrected! You all go to be buried with her!" As he said this, he held his wife's body in one hand and drew his sword to attack with the other.

"Who is he?" Huo Linger raised a claw and pointed at King Jiadi. Starlight surged out and blocked the golden light of the sword.

Wen Jiao Wen Jiao held Huo Ling'er in one hand and held the snake sword in the other, responding to her moves: "A crazy infatuated man who is generous to others."

King Jiadi understood the irony behind his words and said angrily, "I am the king of Jiadi, and Chiji is the queen of Jiadi. I am the sky of Jiadi, and Chiji is the land of Jiadi. They are just some black-headed people. For the sake of their own sky and land, they have to endure a life without the sun, moon and stars for nine years. This is their duty. As long as Chiji is resurrected after nine years, I will naturally remove the barrier. I didn't let them die!"

"Yes, you just cut off the livelihood of the people for the sake of your beloved woman, but why did you let the people die? What a benevolent king." Wen Jiao sneered, and her last bit of patience was finally wiped out. "I hope that this benevolent king of Jiadi will understand my difficulties as he understands you."

Although she didn't make any unusual movements, King Jiadi's heart skipped a beat when he heard these words. The woman opposite him smiled as warm as the spring breeze and said to the crystal lion in her arms: "Sister Huo, you know, I have a pair of dragon and snake swords."

Huo Linger nodded: "I know, I know. This was given to you by the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable. When you don't need it, it will become two bracelets on your arms. When you need it, you can take it off. But you usually only use one of them at most." She stretched out her claws to touch Wen Jiao's other arm and said in surprise, "Hey, you took off the other one too, why can't I see it?"

"Yeah, guess where my other dragon sword went?" Wen Jiao said with a smile.

The indescribable sense of crisis made King Jiadi feel as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. One sword was already difficult for King Jiadi to handle, so how terrifying would it be if there was another one? What's more, it was a sword that was hidden somewhere and could launch a fatal attack on him at any time?

He made a prompt decision, hugged his wife and flew backwards with all his strength. In the blink of an eye, they had flown several miles away.

Strangely, Wen Jiao and the strange lion did not catch up.

King Jiadi did not relax his vigilance. A master with his level of cultivation naturally knew that a few miles was just a step away. Moreover, the magic weapon of the immortals was so magical that it could fly to the target in a moment.

We must rush back to the palace as quickly as possible. In the palace, there are magic arrays designed by successive Jiadi kings with great ingenuity, and Vajra warriors bestowed by Lord Brahma as guardians. As long as we rush back to the palace...

His thoughts only reached this point before he felt the weight of his wife in his arms lighten rapidly. In just a moment, she had become 70% lighter.

He hurriedly glanced at Chiji's face. That most beautiful face in the world should not have changed, but there was always a sense of inexplicable disharmony.

If the previous Akahime was like a gorgeous flower, then at this moment he looked more like a wax flower whose shape and color did not change, which would melt away immediately with just a little candlelight.

King Jiadi realized something and froze in mid-air. His trembling fingers gently brushed his wife's face, which was extremely dry, like a paper figurine that had been drained of all its moisture.

The golden sunlight fell from above his head and sprinkled on his body. It should have been a warm feeling, but it made him feel like he was in an ice cellar. He subconsciously lifted his robe sleeves to cover his wife's face and block the sunlight for her.

The small shadow cast by the clothes made his vision suddenly dark. In his peripheral vision, King Jiadi caught a ray of light flying out from Chiji's hair, like a cloud or a jade, and flew to the arms of Wen Jiao who was walking slowly towards him. Before he could despair, he smelled a burning smell.

I saw a little flame starting from Chiji's body, then spreading and spreading again. In an instant it burned all over her body, and soon covered that stunningly beautiful face.

King Jia screamed and hugged the charred corpse tightly, allowing the flames on the corpse to burn himself.

After a while, two piles of ashes appeared on the ground.

In the fields far away, the farmers, who had quickly calmed down from the ecstasy of sunrise, couldn't wait to go to the fields with seeds and farm tools, and their loud singing echoed through the mountains.

"The sweet barley seeds buried in the soil are like immortals practicing in a cave deep in the mountains."

"The sweet barley seeds sprouted, like the auspicious mark between the eyebrows of the immortals when they were debating the scriptures."

"God has bestowed this land upon us, and God blesses this land!"