Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

"Soul, come back! The north cannot stop here.

The ice is getting thicker and the snow is flying for thousands of miles.

Come back, come back! Not for a while longer."

Wen Jiao sang the ancient soul-calling song in a low voice and picked up the urn. A flash of light flashed from her sleeves, and it turned out to be the Tianfang treasure mirror that flew out silently, leading in front like a soul-calling flag. The mirror light was clear, like autumn water, like clear clouds, and after a few turns, countless fireflies flew in from every corner of the palace.

Countless images appeared before Wen Jiao's eyes as she controlled the magic mirror.

The devil with a hideous face gnawed on the cooked human leg, and stuffed the clean leg bone into the mouth of the girl in his arms with a big laugh. The fear in the girl's eyes was so strong that it almost became real. She forced a seductive smile on her face, pretended to gnaw a few times, and kept holding the cup for the devil with her hands.

When the maid poured milk tea, it accidentally splashed on the woman's sleeves, and she knelt down to beg for mercy. She smiled and shook her head. Just as she was about to help the other person up, she saw the White Tent King beside her smash the golden cup in his hand on the maid's head. Blood flowed like a stream, and the girl who was as beautiful as a flower a moment ago died instantly.

"How dare you neglect Concubine Liu? Drag him away and feed him to the dogs!" The White Tent King said angrily, turning around and smiling at her as if showing off his merits, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you vent your anger."

She skillfully commanded herself to snuggle into his arms gratefully, not even daring to wipe the blood splattered on her face, and quietly hid her trembling fingers in her sleeves.

The little prince was born, and she held the child in her arms, feeling the warmth of being alive that she had not felt for a long time. But she heard the White Tent King's ecstatic voice outside: "I have another son! Hahahaha, go get a hundred pairs of wet intestines to offer to the guardian deity!"

Wet intestines are fresh large intestines taken from living people...

She stared at the baby's little face with a numb expression.

……

After a moment, the fluorescent light condensed into two human figures.

The tall and sturdy boy dressed in Hall's clothes had dark bronze skin and bright but sad eyes. He smiled shyly at Wen Jiao, revealing two rows of white jade-like teeth.

The slender and petite woman was a charming one. She was wearing the skirt of an ordinary Han woman. Her lacquer-like pupils contained surprise of the dawn after a long night. Her lips moved slightly as she said something silently. After that, she bowed deeply to Wen Jiao with tears in her eyes.

Although she couldn't hear, Wen Jiao still guessed the words from her lips: "I have been in poverty and desolation for decades, praying every day, and finally I was able to see the messenger of the Heavenly Lord."

"I am Yin Wenjiao, a disciple of the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable, and the True Man Jingrong appointed by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. I know that there is a Han girl stranded here, so I have come to take you back home." Wen Jiao said softly.

The woman immediately covered her mouth, her eyes wide open and filled with crystal tears, she sobbed, "I have endured all the hardship until death, and finally waited for this day..."

Wen Jiao looked at the young man: "I just don't know what the little prince is planning?"

The young man smiled at his mother and said, "Of course I have to follow my mother. She needs me. When my father forced me to go to other countries to snatch beautiful women for him, I no longer thought of him as my father."

Wen Jiao nodded: "Please stay in this mirror for the time being. I will call you out when we get to Fang County."

After all, what she was going to do next would not be convenient for the mother and son to see.

Faint vibrations continued to be heard from outside the city wall. It seemed that Gesar had not yet dealt with the White Tent King. Thinking of the piles of bones under the feet of the giant guarding the country and the memory scene she had just seen, she was filled with disgust and did not mind giving the White Tent King a righteous two-on-one fight.

The giant Gesar is fighting a desperate battle with the giant White Tent King in what can be described as an unlimited fighting match at the peak of the Wuliang Plateau.

The White Tent King's huge body was chopped by Gesar's white crystal sword, leaving many wounds. The dark blood was dripping, and deep holes were corroded on the ground. He looked a little exhausted, but he had a strange tenacity. Even though Gesar stabbed him with fatal wounds one after another, he was still stubborn and could find opportunities to counterattack.

Although the soldiers and civilians of the Hor Kingdom who were watching did not dare to step forward, perhaps after witnessing such a shocking battle, they could not help but be fascinated and felt a sincere respect for Gesar, the monarch of the enemy country.

But they were fascinated by what they saw, while Gesar became irritable.

The King of the White Tent couldn't beat him in a fight, but he was really good at taking a beating, so the fight was really unpleasant.

Suddenly, a clear shout broke the deadlock: "The ruler of Ling State, please get out of the way!"

Gesar consciously stepped back as hard as he could, and instantly threw the White Tent King, who was still dancing with his sword, to the ground. The latter could only hear the whirring wind, and faster than the wind was the dragon-snake sword light that crisscrossed like a fine net, and hidden behind the electric net was the silent and flying tight hoop. The former branded the White Tent King's flesh fiercely, and with an indisputable force, firmly branded his flesh and bones. The latter went straight to his crown, and with a bang, flames and brains splashed everywhere.

The soldiers and civilians of Hall Country who were watching the scene couldn't help but gasp.

But the White Tent King was still alive. His huge head, which was beaten like a rotten watermelon, turned towards Wen Jiao, whose bloodshot eyes were filled with rage. He waved his arms in vain, and his huge body shook weakly, fell down, and quickly shrank into the size of an ordinary person. Sparks were still flying from his bloody body.

But he still didn't die, his eyeballs moved as if he was struggling, even though his whole body looked like a burnt steak.

Wen Jiao frowned slightly, fell to the ground, and threw down a shawl to cover the face of the King of White Tent.

In the eyes of the soldiers and civilians of the Hall Kingdom who were watching with awe, she was dressed in green clothes like the clear water of a lake, and her fair face was full of solemnity. She said, "I am Jingrong Zhenren, a disciple of the Heavenly Venerable Dangmo. The White Tent King, the ruler of the Hall Kingdom, feeds demons with human sacrifices, and has committed atrocities, resulting in a mountain of bones. He has started a war out of his own selfish love, and has put the subjects of the country in injustice. He is not worthy of being a king."

The clear voice, under the support of the true energy, floated across the entire Hole country on the breeze. As early as in the witch Ha Xiang's dream, Wen Jiao was already familiar with the language and writing of the plateau.

"Today, we have joined forces with King Gesar, the ruler of the Ling Kingdom, to destroy these beasts. The King of the White Tent has committed many unjust acts and he has brought this upon himself..." As she spoke, she looked at Gesar with a questioning look in her eyes.

The White Tent King would never die, so instead of wasting time here and damaging his dignity, it would be better to study and solve the problem in private. Anyway, he was now considered dead by her, which made him almost dead. But after the White Tent King was deposed, what was Gesar's plan?

Should he feel that he has avenged himself and return to Lingguo to give Jiacha's mother an explanation? Or...

Take the opportunity to annex the Kingdom of Hall?

His choice determines her next choice.