Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Seemingly to show off, he casually picked up a stubborn stone from the ground, pointed at it with his finger, and ripples appeared on the surface of the stone, which temporarily turned into a soft texture similar to tofu, but returned to its original state after a few breaths.

"That's it, that's all I'm capable of right now."

Inside the cave in the mountain valley, Fan Yuan's true form almost couldn't help but cry out!

Refers to materialization!

In his emotional state, Pigsy demonstrated and even recited one of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang with remarkable clarity!

Although it was just a superficial demonstration, and it only softened the stubborn rock, the subtle power of material transformation contained within it was a thousand times more precious to Fan Yuan than any elixir or divine weapon!

This is the true foundation of the Great Way!

Fan Yuan forcibly suppressed the surging excitement in his heart, controlled his clone Iron Bull, and revealed a silly expression of extreme shock and admiration, stammering:

"Master... this... this is magic, isn't it? Can I... can I learn it? I just want... I just want to save some effort when I'm burning firewood..."

He portrayed the shock of an ordinary person upon first witnessing immortal magic, as well as that tiny bit of greed, to the fullest extent.

Pigsy was amused by his pathetic appearance, and his drunkenness seemed to improve his mood.

He waved his hand dismissively, slurring his words, "Learn? You idiot, you've only just entered the Qi Refining stage, what's there to learn!"

Fan Yuan felt a chill run down his spine, but he wasn't surprised. His clone's cultivation level was indeed not something that could be hidden from this former Marshal Tianpeng.

Inside the pavilion, Tie Niu continued to play his simple-minded role.

Pigsy had finished showing off, but the alcohol was making him even more intoxicated. The painful memories that had been stirred up made him extremely irritable. Seeing that this simpleton was still standing there, he impatiently waved his hand and said, "Get out! Just looking at you annoys me. Get lost!"

Tie Niu dared not linger and left the pavilion with the empty wine jar in his arms.

In the instant he turned around, Fan Yuan's true form had already imprinted that fleeting insight deep into the depths of his soul.

Several days later, the atmosphere in Gao Lao Zhuang became increasingly strange.

The servants in the village walked with their heads down, not daring to speak loudly. After several nights of torment, Gao Taigong finally made up his mind. He spared no expense and sent someone from a hundred miles away to invite a Taoist master who was said to have profound Taoist skills.

Through the observation of Tie Niu's clone, Fan Yuan coldly watched all of this.

When the sorcerer was invited into the main hall, he could clearly see that the man was dressed in a Taoist robe and held a whisk. He seemed to have the air of an immortal, but his magical power was mixed and unstable. He was just a wandering sorcerer who knew some unorthodox methods and was good at drawing talismans, chanting incantations, and performing exorcisms.

It might be useful against ordinary wandering ghosts, but in front of the former Marshal Tianpeng, it was no different from an ant.

Fan Yuan understood that the arrival of this sorcerer would not only fail to solve the problem, but would also become the fuse that escalated the conflict and forced Pigsy to completely lose his temper.

He needs to be prepared to allow his clone to access Zhu Bajie's core power amidst the impending chaos.

At dusk, in the front yard of the Gao family's house.

The altar was already set up. The sorcerer, with disheveled hair and a sword in hand, chanted incantations as he threw talismans into the brazier, filling the entire courtyard with smoke. The servants and servants of the Gao family watched from afar, their faces filled with both anticipation and fear.

Just then, a black wind howled from the direction of Fuling Mountain and landed in the front yard.

Pigsy was hungry and returned to the village to ask for food and drink, but he happened to see this chaotic scene. He was stunned at first, and then flew into a rage.

When the sorcerer saw the person in question appear, his legs went weak with fear, but in front of everyone, he could only force himself to remain calm.

He shouted and brandished his peach wood sword, shooting one of his most prized Thunder Exorcism Talismans at Pigsy.

However, before the talisman could even get within three feet of Pigsy, it was instantly ignited and turned to ashes by the demonic aura emanating from him.

"Where did this quack Taoist come from, daring to show off in front of your Grandpa Pig!" Pigsy laughed in anger. He was already resentful because the Gao family had hired someone to drive him away, and now that he was provoked by this low-class method, he could no longer suppress his anger.

"boom!"

A plume of black smoke billowed out of his body.

He could no longer maintain his human form; his body swelled up rapidly in the black smoke, revealing his true form as a pig demon!

It was a colossal creature, resembling a small black iron mountain! It had a black face with short hair, a long mouth like an iron plow, a pair of fangs protruding menacingly from the corners of its mouth, two ears as large as palm fans, and eyes as bright as copper bells. Its entire body exuded a suffocatingly ferocious and demonic aura!

"A monster!"

The villagers had never seen such a terrifying sight before. They were so frightened that they cried out for their parents and fled in all directions.

The sorcerer who was performing the ritual rolled his eyes back, collapsed to the ground, and felt a hot, wet sensation between his legs.

Tie Niu hid in the distance and carefully observed how Zhu Bajie's demonic power circulated within his body, the process of his flesh and bones being reconstructed, and every detail of his fierce aura interacting with heaven and earth when he revealed his true form.

This in itself is an extremely clever reverse demonstration of a transformation technique that goes straight to the source!

Having revealed his true form, Pigsy was filled with resentment and had nowhere to vent it. He roared and a nine-toothed rake appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He didn't intentionally hurt anyone; he just swept the altar and the surrounding artificial hills and courtyard walls haphazardly.

As the wind swept through, the hard bluestone turned to dust, and the thick beams snapped in two. In just a few moments, the entire front yard was reduced to a mess.

As the nine-toothed rake was swung, there were faint sounds of wind and thunder, and wisps of water vapor permeated the air, displaying the terrifying power of the Heavenly Gang Orthodox Law combined with its demonic power.

Fan Yuan knew that Zhu Bajie was in a bad mood at the moment, and if he sent Tie Niu's clone to get close, there would be no reward other than being killed by a rake. He had to be patient and continue to wait.

……

Deep in the Fuling Mountains, in an unnamed valley.

Fan Yuan sat cross-legged in the dark cave, his aura completely suppressed, like a lifeless stone.

Observing Zhu Bajie's various supernatural powers in recent days, although he did not understand the method, it has deepened Fan Yuan's understanding of his "Crushing Mountain Force".

Collapse is destruction, transformation is recombination. If the two can be combined, a punch thrown in the future can not only shatter the enemy's physical body, but also fundamentally disintegrate the opponent's material composition.

Suddenly, Fan Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Through the perception of the Iron Ox clone, Tang Sanzang and his disciples entered the territory of Gao Village.

"They're here."

Fan Yuan slowly opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them.

……

Gao Laozhuang, main hall.

The Gao family, which was originally shrouded in gloom, was now stirred by the arrival of Tang Sanzang and his disciples, which brought a strange ripple of excitement.

Seated at the head of the table was a fair-skinned young monk, wearing a brocade robe and holding a nine-ringed staff; he was none other than Tang Sanzang.

The person sitting to his left, sipping tea with gusto, was a hairy-faced, thunder-mouthed, pointed-mouthed, and shrunken-cheeked wanderer.

At this moment, tears streamed down Gao Taigong's face as he recounted to Tang Sanzang the bitterness of marrying into the pig demon family and the imprisonment of his daughter.