Yang Jian's face froze and turned his head with difficulty, but saw Chi You, whose body was divided into two, was wrapped in demonic energy. The black magic pattern on his body was now blooming with golden light. The layers of flesh and blood were connected like spider webs between the two sides, and quickly squirmed and glued together.

Soon, Chiyou had returned to his original state.

Yang Jian was already desperate. The gap between them and the ancient immortal war god was too big and it was insurmountable.

Chi You didn't have many ups and downs in his heart. He had seen too many powerful enemies in the past years of war. Those who lost to him and those who surpassed him are now gone.

"You will eventually become dust under the wheel of history..."

After saying that, he held the battle axe in his hand and slashed at Yang Jian and Shen Luozong.

There seemed to be no one in the world that could stop him.

"Amitabha……"

At this moment, a Buddhist chant sounded, as if it was close to you, and as if it was far away in the sky.

When Chi You heard this Buddhist chant, he waved his hand with a giant axe and couldn't help but stop in the air, looking into a distance in a direction.

It was at the foot of a green mountain peak, under an old locust tree with lush branches and leaves, and a low thatched hut stood. At this moment, there was curling smoke from cooking, adding a bit of fireworks to this beautiful place in the mountains and rivers.

A young monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe, holding a nine-ring tin staff in one hand and a purple gold bowl in the other hand, walked out slowly and looked at Chiyou with a kind expression...

The two are clearly thousands of miles apart, but they seem to have traveled through the endless void and looked at each other.

"Jin Chanzi..." Chi You vaguely remembered the aura of this young monk.

"I am a monk named Xuanzang, I have been waiting for the donor for a long time." A smile appeared on the young monk's face, and he begged for a stick. He took a step forward and saw a hundred miles of mountains and rivers.

At the same time, a continuous mountain range far away in the east was winding and strange, as if a man was lying on his elbow, and when a golden light lit up, it exploded and cracked.

On the broken rocks in the middle of the mountain range, a fur-faced monkey wearing a yellow robe and a tiger-skin skirt tied with a waist stretched lazily, rolled around on the spot, rolled over and rose into the sky.

He blinked his agile eyes a few times, carried a long golden stick across his shoulder, and rushed towards the clouds, shouting loudly, "Isn't you still asleep?"

As he finished speaking, tens of thousands of miles south, a green melon field grew in a hot desert. An obese old farmer was lying on a rocking chair under the pergola by the field, holding a sweet tooth of fresh watermelon in one hand and holding a palm-leaf fan covering his face in the other hand. He seemed to suddenly wake up and sat up suddenly.

The old farmer threw down the palm-leaf fan, chewed the watermelon in his hand, and threw it aside.

"Oh, I have to get up and work..."

He murmured, walked out of the awning, and picked up the iron rake leaning against the pillar. His figure instantly increased ten thousand times. With a grin, he showed his mouth full of snow-white fangs.

"Ao..."

A dragon roar came from the west. In a stream that was inconspicuous, the water waves rolled like the storm of an angry sea. A long snow-white dragon soared into the sky, turning into a huge giant of thousands of feet, wrapped in clouds and mist, and headed straight for Chiyou.

In the north, in a foggy storm, black water rolled, with a huge sound, a figure wrapped in water, and stepped on the rolling waves of mud and sand under his feet, and his body was speeding, equally extremely fast.

The first one to arrive was Master Xuanzang Tang Sanzang.

He took more than ten steps and landed beside Yang Jian, raised his palm and bowed, and said, "True Lord, it's been a long time since..."

"Master Sanzang, you guys are..." Yang Jian no longer knew how to express his feelings at this moment.

"It is a back-up arrangement between Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and my Buddha Tathagata. What happened to him, the donor?" Tang Sanzang asked.

"Little Monk Jiang Liu, hehe... I'm not dead yet." Chen Luo had been trying his best to regulate his breathing and recover, and then he spoke at this moment.

"The donor is auspicious and heavenly appearance, and he is a person with great fortune in his body." Tang Sanzang raised his palm and bowed and said.

"Can you leave it to you next?" Chen Luo asked with a smile.

"Donor Chen was joking. If you want to break the deadlock, you still need your help." Tang Sanzang said.

"Master Sanzang, what should we do?" Yang Jian asked hurriedly.

Tang Sanzang was about to speak, but Chi You had already attacked again and slashed at them with an axe.

A powerful sense of oppression was shrouded in the sky, causing the void to fluctuate continuously. However, Tang Sanzang just took a quick look and continued to say: "The Wuji Xuanhuang Formation that originally sealed Chiyou can no longer suppress him. If you want to re-encrypt it, you can only rely on the fusion of the mountains, rivers, and the country map and the heavenly book to obtain the power of heaven and earth. In this process, the three-star magical power of destroying demons is needed to penetrate the heaven and earth."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chiyou's giant axe had already slashed in the sky, only a hundred feet away from them.

At this time, a dull sound came from the earth, and a huge golden pillar rose to the sky from behind the people. A loud "bang" sound hit the axe blade and supported it.

Chiyou's giant axe could not make any progress.

"Let me, Lao Sun, come and play with you." A laugh came, and a golden monkey was full of energy, rushed up along the golden pillar, straightened his head, and hit the giant axe blade heavily.

"Clang"

A huge sound of metal and stone attacks came, and the battle axe that was supported by the sky-raising giant pillar was hit by Sun Wukong and flew backwards.

"Eat my old pig."

At this time, another roar was shaking the sky, and Zhu Bajie, the altar purifier with a foot of thousands of feet, had arrived. An iron rake in his hand turned into a huge thunder and smashed it at Chi You in front of him.

Chiyou swung the battle axe and slashed towards the upper longitudinal direction with a black half-moonlight blade covering the axe blade and flying into the air, facing Zhu Bajie's iron rake.

The nine nail teeth on the iron rake flashed cold light, and when they fell, they were full of sharpness. When they collided with the axe blade, burst out with roars. Nine pure green energy continued to press down, and the Chiyou axe blade was drooping.

"What a strong force." Yang Jian couldn't help but admire this scene. In his memory, Zhu Bajie did not have such a powerful force.

"I have been hiding in this map of mountains, rivers and the country over the years. Bajie, who has always been lazy, has not been lazy. The cultivation of Tiangang Qi has made considerable progress." Tang Sanzang seemed to have guessed Yang Jian's thoughts and explained.

After saying that, he took out a golden pill and handed it over.

Chen Luo took it and saw that although the pills emit golden light, the overall feeling was transparent to glass. A golden lotus platform can be seen on it, and there seemed to be a blurred shadow of the Buddha sitting down.

"Is this... Buddha's light relics?" Chen Luo said inconclusively.
Chapter completed!