Yang Jian looked to the west and saw a golden light rushing in from the horizon.
In an instant, a monkey with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth flew to a spot not far from Yang Jian.
"Sun Wukong!"
"Yang Jian!"
The two called out each other's names almost simultaneously.
After a moment's pause, Yang Jian frowned and asked, "Sun Wukong! Why have you come here?"
Sun Wukong chuckled, then pulled a needle from his ear, swung it in the wind, and it transformed into a large staff.
"I, Old Sun, am here today on my teacher's orders to settle your karmic debts and send you to the Investiture of the Gods."
Yang Jian nodded slightly. "I see."
He held his three-pointed double-edged sword horizontally, ready to strike.
Without saying another word, Sun Wukong somersaulted over Yang Jian's head and swung his staff down.
Yang Jian raised his sword to block.
In an instant, the two were locked in combat.
The golden cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand was like a golden dragon rolling in the air, each swing carrying earth-shattering power.
Yang Jian, meanwhile, brandished his three-pointed, double-edged sword, its blade flashing as if to tear the sky apart.
Their battle resonated throughout the heavens and earth, causing the winds and clouds to change color and lightning to flash and thunder to roar.
Sun Wukong's golden cudgel slammed towards Yang Jian, who dodged to the side and simultaneously slashed at Sun Wukong's waist with his sword.
Sun Wukong twisted his body to avoid the knife, and at the same time swept it horizontally with his golden cudgel.
Yang Jian immediately dodged the attack of the golden cudgel and casually stabbed Sun Wukong in the chest with his sword.
Sun Wukong dodged to the side and simultaneously kicked Yang Jian in the abdomen.
Yang Jian blocked the kick with his three-pointed double-edged sword, and then slashed at Sun Wukong's head.
Sun Wukong blocked the attack with his golden cudgel, and at the same time punched Yang Jian in the chest.
Yang Jian was unable to dodge in time and was forced to take several steps back.
Although he was in great pain, he was fortunate to have mastered an indestructible martial art and was not injured. However, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes at this moment.
Sun Wukong laughed loudly, "Good, Yang Jian, I didn't expect your strength to have improved so much. I really underestimated you."
However, you will eventually die here.
Yang Jian sneered, "Sun Wukong, don't be so arrogant. Today I'll show you my power."
Having said that, he raised his three-pointed double-edged sword again and charged at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong, not to be outdone, once again brandished his golden cudgel and engaged Yang Jian in a new round of fierce battle.
The two displayed their unique skills, exchanging blows and fighting fiercely to a standstill.
They wielded their weapons, sparks flying as they clashed in mid-air, causing mountains and rivers to crack and the very fabric of the universe to seem to turn upside down.
In the blink of an eye, the two had fought hundreds of rounds, but it was still impossible to determine a winner.
Then, they began to compete in their transformation abilities.
The monkey suddenly transformed into a giant eagle and soared into the sky.
Yang Jian then transformed into a dragon and soared into the sky.
In an instant, all sorts of birds, beasts, insects, fish, and plant spirits appeared in the sky, dazzling the eyes.
However, no matter how things changed, the two sides remained evenly matched, and neither could gain the upper hand.
Seeing that he could not win, Sun Wukong completely abandoned the transformation technique and directly summoned the Ginseng Fruit Tree and the Book of Earth.
Back then, Mingyue Tongzi died tragically in the massacre, causing the Wuzhuang Temple lineage to be completely severed.
Faced with this situation, Sun Wukong could only tearfully lick the bag and temporarily keep the two magical treasures for himself.
However, once the Investiture of the Gods is over and Zhen Yuanzi has returned to his divine position, he will naturally return the Book of Earth and the Ginseng Fruit Tree.
I'm just borrowing it for now.
After a period of hard work, Sun Wukong finally succeeded in refining these two top-tier spiritual treasures and could use them at will.
...
Above Sun Wukong's head was a cloud of yellow clouds, and hanging in the clouds was a ginseng fruit tree that was a thousand feet tall.
This tree is lush and vibrant, radiating vitality.
As the clouds swept back and forth, the ginseng fruit tree swayed continuously, releasing boundless innate divine light of Yi wood, tearing apart the void wherever it passed.
Beneath the ginseng fruit tree hung a scroll of earth book, which, as it unfurled, released bursts of earthly energy that intertwined to form a protective membrane around the body.
Sun Wukong was enveloped in a yellow light and green clouds, his golden cudgel flying up and down as he fought Yang Jian, who was wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword.
However, after only a dozen or so rounds, Yang Jian was already starting to feel the strain.
"What a cunning monkey! He's really something!"
Yang Jian was secretly alarmed, knowing that he would surely lose if the fight continued. So, before he was defeated, he drew his sword and retreated.
With a thought, a wisp of pure energy escaped from his body, instantly transforming into a benevolent corpse that landed beside him.
The benevolent corpse was dressed in silver armor, held a long spear, and had a stern expression, just like the real person.
The benevolent corpse looked at Sun Wukong opposite him, a cold glint flashing in its eyes, and thrust its spear at Sun Wukong.
Yang Jian immediately joined forces with the benevolent corpse to attack Sun Wukong.
"Heh... They're going all out, huh!"
Sun Wukong sneered, inwardly marveling, "This guy is truly a madman; he's even released his Three Corpse Incarnations!"
However, since the other party has gone so far as to act so recklessly, I cannot show weakness.
Therefore, he made a decisive move and also summoned his own three incarnations.
Sun Wukong's three incarnations have appeared in the world, and there is one more of them than Yang Jian!
This means that Sun Wukong is superior to Yang Jian in terms of Taoist cultivation.
After all, he was the protagonist of the journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, and he carried a tremendous amount of fortune on his shoulders.
Furthermore, with the later flourishing of Buddhism, he gained a great deal of merit and good fortune, which enabled him to successfully sever another obsession.
In comparison, although Yang Jian also had a good background, he was slightly less fortunate than Sun Wukong, and his cultivation level was ultimately inferior.
Sun Wukong's benevolent self transformed into a Taoist priest, dressed in a Taoist robe and hemp shoes, holding a whisk in his arms, appearing elegant and refined.
The evil corpse was a ferocious monkey, holding a branch made from the innate Bodhi tree, exuding a chilling aura.
And so, the two of them each unleashed their three incarnations, and once again engaged in a thrilling battle.
They fought back and forth, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle, as if the entire world trembled...
"happy!"
"That felt great!"
The two fought fiercely for a long time, from the ground to the sky, then from the sky to the East Sea, and finally to the Western Paradise.
The more they fought, the more frenzied they became, shouting and yelling loudly.
After fighting for an unknown period of time, the two finally decided a winner.
After all, Sun Wukong not only had two more top-tier innate spiritual treasures, but also an additional three-corpse incarnation.
With this, he finally had the last laugh and completely overwhelmed Yang Jian.
Boom!
Under the combined attack of Sun Wukong's two incarnations, Yang Jian's benevolent incarnation finally succumbed and was struck down from the heavens by the two incarnations, crashing heavily into a large mountain...
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