"Pfft—"
Fresh blood, along with molars, spurted from the mouth of the Bodhi Patriarch.
The left cheek is swollen.
The attack from Fuchen was terrifying; the Chaos Artifact seized the creation of heaven and earth, and its power far surpassed that of a Sacred Treasure.
The endless, desolate immortal court has only one such existence.
Moreover, the dust cloud carried a hint of anger, which speaks volumes.
The damage inflicted on Patriarch Bodhi was immense.
However, compared to his physical body, his mind was now suffering a critical hit of ten thousand points.
Bodhi Patriarch: "???"
Where is my precious baby?
A cultist?
Is this a sacred treasure that I have condensed over trillions of epochs?
It's fake!
The excitement vanished instantly, leaving only endless doubt and fear.
Chaos artifacts are awesome!
But what's the point if you can't control it?
Just playing around!
Meanwhile, on the other side, Sun Wukong roared:
"Why hasn't the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) returned yet?"
He was extremely excited when the innate sacred treasure took shape.
This is the only thing that can be seen with discerning eyes.
However, the next second, the Ruyi Jingu Bang spun around and rushed towards them.
Sun Wukong smiled and reached out his furry hand to take it.
But what terrified him most was...
The golden cudgel swung and spun, slamming down hard on his forehead.
The power of the innate sacred treasure is unleashed.
Sun Wukong was caught off guard and took the hit head-on.
"Bang—"
Even a quasi-saint's body could hardly endure it.
He plopped down on the ground, his eyes filled with swirling little stars.
pain!
numb!
A fist-sized lump quickly swelled up on his forehead.
"Who...who am I? Where am I?"
Immediately afterwards, the spirit within the Ruyi Jingu Bang roared.
"You bastard, how dare you blaspheme me! Believe me or not, I'll kill you!"
...
Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing shrank back, their eyes filled with endless fear.
"Master, Senior Brother's weapon has betrayed us!"
Although Pigsy wasn't very bright, he was still so frightened that he took a few steps back.
His eyes fell on his nine-toothed rake, and he became unusually docile.
Tang Sanzang was wearing only a pair of briefs and his body was trembling.
It’s over!
It’s over!
They seem to have overlooked a problem.
After being cleansed by Chu Feng's holy light, the Xuanyuan Sword only recognized him as its master.
As for the original owner, he had completely forgotten about him.
That's terrifying!
When Sun Wukong made this suggestion, they were blinded by greed.
I forgot about it subconsciously!
Now, his natal magic weapon has become Chu Feng's possession.
They felt like dying.
Especially for Patriarch Bodhi, the pain in his heart was beyond measure.
He was already poor and only had two sacred treasures.
Now we've lost our right and left arms.
Their combat effectiveness declined rapidly.
From now on, when we encounter a powerful enemy, we'll have no choice but to fight bare-chested.
Who could stand this?
Chu Feng looked at the group, feeling a pang of pity.
After all, these guys came to help him.
Although this action is somewhat unethical.
But just to be on the safe side, he had to keep a backup plan.
It was a move made out of sheer desperation.
"Sorry! I forgot to tell you earlier, I can help you upgrade your natal magic weapons, but there's one drawback..."
"You wouldn't care about such a small detail, would you?"
Chu Feng's face was gentle, and his tone was full of apology.
The group stared wide-eyed at the Chaos Artifact, then glanced at the several Innate Sacred Treasures.
He shook his head like a rattle drum!
"How could that be? It's just a minor detail! It doesn't matter!"
"Exactly! Exactly! What's wrong with that!"
"The moment I saw you, I felt that this item was destined for you!"
"A few broken swords and a duster are nothing to me, I am the supreme saint, how could I possibly care about them!"
......
Even if they had a hundred times the courage, they wouldn't dare to express their dissatisfaction now.
joke.
Two Chaos Artifacts and five Innate Sacred Treasures.
Even Bodhi Patriarch would have to think twice before angering Chu Feng.
Ordinary saints are no match for him.
I want it back!
I guess I'll never have to think about it again in my lifetime.
However, Chu Feng's next words gave them renewed hope.
"You don't want it anymore? You want to give it to me?" Chu Feng was extremely surprised. He couldn't understand what these guys were thinking.
They not only put in the effort but also gave away magical treasures!
I'm so sorry!
"Um... um..." Bodhi Patriarch stared at the two Chaos Artifacts, unable to look away, but after thinking it over, he had no choice but to speak up, "Brother, could you restore my Four Swords of Zhuxian and Floating Dust to their original levels?"
He was truly reluctant to part with the two sacred treasures.
Although the Chaos Artifact is unparalleled.
But this thing doesn't belong to him!
Even if you take it home, what good will it do?
"Change back?" Chu Feng's face darkened, becoming unusually serious. "I'm sorry, I can't do that!"
"ah?"
At this moment, Patriarch Bodhi felt utterly hopeless.
The last glimmer of hope in my heart was completely extinguished.
The four travelers from Journey to the West hung their heads, looking as if their fathers had died.
Sun Wukong was even more distressed, muttering to himself.
"Korean! Korean! Korean!..."
Seeing how dejected they were.
Chu Feng also put away his playful mood, then looked at the pile of treasures and said in a commanding tone:
"From now on, you will follow them and obey their commands without my orders!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Chaos Artifact and the Primordial Sacred Treasure before him hurriedly began to beg.
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