Chaos Spirit Field

Although Yang Nianhe's wind and thunder wings were incredibly powerful, they were, after all, an artificial graft. The Nine-Headed Insect, also known as the Nine-Headed Bird, also had wings. Each of its heads could unleash a different magical attack, giving it a significant advantage in battle.

The biggest difference between the two was their cultivation. Jiu Tou Chong's cultivation was close to that of a Daluo Jinxian, while Yang Nianhe's was only at the Jinxian level. The main reason they were able to fight so closely was because Yang Nianhe had powerful equipment, all of which were acquired spiritual treasures, which made up for the gap between the two.

Yang Jian, who was standing by, suddenly took out his precious bow and shot an arrow, knocking off one of the Nine-headed Insect's heads. Then, Yang Jian continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows, and the Nine-headed Insect's heads were shot off one after another.

Seeing that the situation was not good and knowing that the game was over, the Nine-Headed Insect shouted loudly: "Ancestor, save me!"

At this moment, a majestic voice was heard, and the man said, "Youngster, stop it!"

Yang Nianhe did not stop his actions because of the other party's shouting. Instead, he cut off the last head of the Nine-headed Insect with a sword.

The man's face darkened, and he said angrily, "Young man, didn't I tell you to stop? Why are you still harming my grandson?"

Yang Nianhe shouted, "The Nine-Headed Insect has abducted the Dragon Girl, disrupted the Immortal Marriage, and insulted the Emperor of Heaven. These crimes are extremely heinous. This Marshal will execute him on the spot, in accordance with the laws of Heaven. Who do you think you are? Why should this Marshal listen to you?"

The man said coldly with a sullen face, "I am Xiangliu, young man. I want you to pay for my grandson's life. Prepare to die."

"You're so arrogant! You should be the one to die." Yang Nianhe leaped forward, but he returned even faster than he left. If it weren't for his armor blocking the attack, he would have died.

Yang Jian stepped forward and said, "Senior Xiangliu, we are acting on the orders of the Emperor of Heaven. The Nine-Headed Insect deserves death. How about we just end this matter here?"

"Young man, you deserve to die. I want to see how powerful the Three Realms God of War is. How much water is there in this..."

Yang Jian's face was solemn, and he burst out with all his strength, holding the three-pointed double-edged sword and fighting with Xiang Liu. Yang Nianhe slowly got up from the ground. He looked at the two people fighting fiercely in the air and realized that he was a joke.

Sun Wukong said with emotion: "Yang Jian is so talented. He was defeated by me back then, but now he has been promoted to the Golden Immortal."

Zhu Bajie asked, "Big Brother, who will win between Yang Jian and Xiang Liu?"

Sun Wukong replied, "Yang Jian practices the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, and becomes stronger with each battle. Unfortunately, his magic weapon is too inferior, making it difficult for him to kill with one strike. Xiangliu is a great wizard, and there is no way he can lose."

Xiang Liu exclaimed in admiration: "The Three Realms God of War is indeed worthy of his reputation. I admire him. The hatred for killing Sun is irreconcilable. It seems that I can't take revenge today. I can only collect some interest first."

Yang Jian thought to himself that this was not good and shouted loudly: "Nianhe, run!"

Yang Nianhe saw that Xiangliu's attacking head not only did not escape, but also intended to use the Nianhe Sword to kill it. He felt a sharp pain from the tiger's mouth, and the Nianhe Sword flew out of his hand. Xiangliu couldn't help but sighed: "Young man, your sword is good, but your strength is too poor. Go to hell."

Yang Jian tried his best to get rid of Xiangliu's entanglement, but he was not strong enough. Even if he tried his best, it was useless. He could only watch Yang Nianhe die.

Yang Nianhe knew he was doomed, and closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come. At this moment, Xiangliu's voice was heard: "Who are you? How dare you stop me from taking revenge? Do you want to provoke a dispute between the Buddhist sect and the witch clan?"

"Amitabha, I am Xuanzang, the monk destined by Heaven to seek the scriptures. This Yang Nianhe is my son. You are so shameless to bully the weak."

Xiang Liu said, "Xuanzang, your son killed my grandson. I will make him pay with his life. What's wrong with that?"

"You are stronger than him, that's not a problem, but he has a powerful father. I will take on this karma. Will we fight?"

"The Wu Clan has never been afraid to fight. You and Yang Jian can go together."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Master Erlang, please rest for a moment. I want to fight Xiangliu. Although my son is unfilial, he is not someone who can be bullied by anyone."

Zhu Bajie said, "Big Brother, Master seems angry. Xiangliu is in trouble."

Sun Wukong replied, "Second Junior Brother, tell me how powerful Master is."

"I don't know, but at least he's better than Xiangliu."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Xiangliu, I was wrong first. I won't take advantage of you. How about we have a fistfight?"

Xiang Liu said angrily, "Xuanzang, you are so arrogant that you dare to challenge the Wu clan to a duel of fists and feet. I will grant you your wish."

Zhao Shanhe was cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, a technique cultivated from the Primal Chaos Spiritual Field. It was countless times more powerful than Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Profound Art. Xiang Liu hadn't expected the Wu Clan to lose in a physical contest. He suddenly took it seriously and launched a magical attack using all nine of his heads.

Facing Xiangliu's magical attacks, Zhao Shanhe remained at ease. He said, "All magic in the world originates from the Five Elements. I have spiritual roots in the Five Elements. Since you don't want to compete with fists and feet, but want to compete with magic, I will play magic with you. The Five Elements are mutually generated and restrained. Metal generates water. Take my Ice Blade Technique."

Before he finished speaking, a huge golden knife appeared out of thin air and chopped towards Xiangliu's head. His head emitted flames, shattering the golden knife. Unexpectedly, the golden knife turned into solid ice after breaking, freezing Xiangliu's head.

Zhao Shanhe shouted, "Break." The nine-headed Xiangliu turned into the Yamata no Orochi.

Xiangliu asked in disbelief, "Xuanzang, how come you have the Xuanming True Water?"

"The Xuanming Ancestral Witch lost to this poor monk. I don't want to have any grudges with the Witch Clan. How about we just let this matter go?"

Xiang Liu roared, "Xuanzang, you have committed a crime, killed my grandson, and destroyed my head. I will never stop fighting you."

Zhao Shanhe said impatiently, "The witch clan is indeed hot-tempered. You, a defeated general, have no right to bargain with this poor monk. Xuanming Ancestral Witch, how about we just stop here? Or let's have a fight and talk later."

The Xuanming Ancestral Witch came out and said, "Xuanzang, if you want to fight, I will accompany you."

"Then there's no room for negotiation. Please turn around, baby, and "behead"

Before he could finish his words, the Xuanming Ancestral Witch was cut into two pieces. Zhao Shanhe slapped his forehead and said, "I'm sorry, I made a technical mistake. I forgot that gold produces water. I should have used the true fire of the sun."

Zhao Shanhe took out a red gourd after he finished speaking. Xuanming Zuwu broke out in a cold sweat. He could sense that the contents of the red gourd were deadly to him. So he said, "Xuanzang, let's put this matter behind us. When the journey to the west is over, the Wu Clan will settle accounts with you."

"Ancestral Witch of the Mysterious Underworld, I am waiting for your arrival at any time. Please take your leave."