Chapter 147

Little Drillwind was just a mountain-patrolling minor demon back then; according to reason, he belonged to a very low status.

But he was from Lion Camel Ridge, so it was different.

A mountain-patrolling minor demon who had joined a powerful organization and had backing was different from other "scattered demons" in status.

Even ordinary demons, upon learning that Little Drillwind was a mountain-patrolling minor demon of Lion Camel Ridge, would be terrified.

Little Drillwind's life was still quite good.

While patrolling the mountains, he was also pleased, humming an off-key "The king sent me to patrol the mountains...", and then he met a man who would change his life—a male demon.

Chief Drillwind·Sun Wukong!

Little Drillwind was terribly deceived by Sun Wukong; after fleeing Lion Camel Ridge, he reflected bitterly.

Through various collections and studies, he fortunately cultivated a "divine skill"—the Golden-Eyed Demon Vision!

It had no special function, just exceptionally keen insight.

If he returned to that time, Little Drillwind would surely be able to discern that Chief Drillwind was not really a chief drillwind, but that very Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

Now, Little Drillwind's Golden-Eyed Demon Vision detected a hint of abnormality.

He felt that the monk before him looked……injured!

Moreover, Tang Xuanzang appeared completely like an ordinary mortal, utterly lacking the heavenly-rending ferocity of before, utterly not violent.

Weak?

A word surfaced in Little Drillwind's mind—yes, the more he looked, the more he felt Tang Luo was weak.

It was like a fierce tiger lying on the ground, appearing to be in deep slumber, while actually the surroundings were already soaked in blood.

"He is also injured, and his injury is very serious, very serious!" Little Drillwind struggled to keep himself calm, appearing still extremely respectful on the surface, but inside, huge waves surged.

Tang Xuanzang is injured!

Little Drillwind can escape! No, he should not escape—such a rare opportunity, how could he allow himself to flee?

After waking up, Little Drillwind, as he said, continued his bitter cultivation.

After achieving mastery in the "divine skill," he stirred up trouble, only to encounter the Old Ancestor of the North Ming, who severely wounded and sealed him.

According to reason, Little Drillwind, having broken free, should also be in a very dire state.

But the fact was not so; at first, Little Drillwind's days were indeed unpleasant, but later he gradually began to absorb the power with which the Old Ancestor of the North Ming had sealed him!

Not only did he recover from his injuries, but his cultivation and strength advanced further, becoming even stronger than before the sealing!

At the very moment of breaking free, Little Drillwind had already reached the pinnacle of "demon life."

As a result, upon encountering Tang Luo, deep-seated fear enveloped his whole body, and he instantly trembled with fright.

Now Little Drillwind gradually calmed down, increasingly feeling that he perhaps did not need to be so afraid.

Thirty years east, thirty years west—do not bully the poor minor demon!

The red light flashing in his eyes grew increasingly solid; Little Drillwind lowered his head a bit more, and the killing intent and greed in his heart began to rise.

As he raised his head, he could no longer look down.

Little Drillwind's heart constantly waged war between heaven and man, his ears filled with the "whispers of greed": "Kill him, kill him, eat him, eat this monk!"

In the darkness before him came the sound of running footsteps and swaying lantern light.

"Master!"

A tuo saw Tang Luo and immediately shouted, "Here, I found him!"

Soon, Qin Menglan and the Photography Uncle also arrived, staring at Tang Luo.

"Did something happen?" Tang Luo asked, "Is there still something buried inside that house?"

"No, I just wanted to ask, are you all right?" Qin Menglan said.

"What could happen to me?" Tang Luo laughed, "If you hadn't come looking for me, I would have gone back by now."

"That box inside..." Qin Menglan asked, it's good that the person is unharmed.

"Well, a demon." Tang Luo shifted his body sideways a step, revealing Little Drillwind behind him.

Little Drillwind shrank his body, showing Qin Menglan and the others an ugly smile.

His mouth split open, split very wide, very wide, instantly expanding past his ears.

A human face, in an instant, transformed, replaced by a huge skull.

Ferocious demonic aura was completely released in this instant; the black aura on Little Drillwind's body shifted, "vanishing without a trace," replaced by a colossal creature.

A creature entirely black, looking somewhat like a rat yet not entirely the same.

Demon!

Revealing the true demon form, manifesting the original shape of the demon!

Little Drillwind opened his mouth wide, unreservedly biting toward Tang Luo, the blood-filled maw replacing the sky above Tang Luo's head.

For most demons, the most violent, direct, and ferocious attack is their tearing bite and pounce after manifesting their true form.

Primitive and brutal!

The reeking wind sweeping in, the cruel and violent pure killing intent, almost suffocating.

Compared to the earlier eerie black mist, such a tearing bite makes people feel despair, hard to resist.

"... Did your brain suddenly go bad?"

Tang Luo frowned, his body moved, and he vanished from the spot.

At the moment he disappeared, the huge jaws snapped shut, teeth striking together, producing a metallic clashing sound.

In Little Drillwind's eyes, red light completely enveloped, transmitting astonishing killing intent.

Earlier he had acted impulsively, just moved his mouth.

Having done it, he must see it through—tonight he must eat this monk!

One bite missed; Little Drillwind's huge head swayed slightly to the left, like a gigantic pendulum, striking toward Tang Luo on the other side of his head.

Just now, that bite—Tang Luo dodged it, but he only dodged it.

He was still very close to the Little Gale Wolf; at such a close distance, for the Little Gale Wolf, whose true form was comparable to a bus, even a slight movement could make contact.

As it lunged at Tang Luo, the hair on its head stood up, forming one black spike after another.

Pierced through!

Skewered him into a meat kebab!

Tang Luo raised his right hand, made a grasping motion, and a golden, shining brick appeared in his palm.

This was not the convenience of divine equipment storage granted by the god-demon game; it was the effect Tang Luo achieved through his own refinement.

There would be no excessive delay—Tang Luo seized the golden brick, did not dodge or evade, and backhanded it straight at the Little Gale Wolf's head!

The Little Gale Wolf's head struck the golden brick, as if hitting a mountain.

No, it should be said that it was as if a mountain had struck his head!

"Pfft!"

The massive beast head shattered, like a watermelon hit by a bullet, bursting into pieces and scattering in the opposite direction.

The huge body crashed to the ground with a thunderous sound.

A black mist formed, no larger than a palm, looking no different from a rat—a "demon soul"—that shot rapidly toward the sky, trying to escape.

Wrong!

Tang Xuanzang was not injured at all……No, he should have been injured. But even if he were injured, he was still an "existence" that absolutely could not be provoked!

At least the Little Gale Wolf could not afford to provoke him, let alone harbor the delusional thought of wanting to eat him.

The Little Gale Wolf had no regret—there was no room left for thought or regret; all his thoughts had turned into a single word—flee!

He did not look back, nor dare to look back.

The Little Gale Wolf fled desperately, burning his essence and soul, trying to escape that monk.

"Probably, he didn't catch up?"

He didn't know how long he had fled; the Little Gale Wolf suddenly stopped, having become utterly exhausted—if he kept running, he himself would die.

He could only stop, catch his breath slightly.

Looking around, he had already lost Tang Luo's trace—had he escaped?!

The Little Gale Wolf was overjoyed, the joy of surviving a disaster had not yet had time to bloom, when his head exploded, along with the entire body formed from the black mist, vanishing without a trace.

How could this golden brick strike possibly allow him to escape so easily?

It smashes the physical body, and also smashes the soul!

Moreover, only one strike is needed—if your strength is great enough.

Tang Luo's strength is great enough.

"I really don't know what he was thinking." Tang Luo put the golden brick away.

If the Little Gale Wolf had not launched a sneak attack for no reason, he would not have acted now to convert this little demon.

"But then again, he's 'become useful'." Feeling the merit power gathering and increasing in the Merit Jade Lotus, Tang Luo murmured softly.

It seems the Ancestor of the Northern Dark was correct—Little Gale Wolf truly was stirring up wind and waves, bringing calamity to one side.

The merit power just gained was not insignificant.

The "backside" of merit power is also not entirely seated upon humanity; there will not be a situation where, no matter what demon, killing it yields merit power.

"Dead?"

After a while, A Tuo's stammering voice broke the silence.

Everything happened too suddenly; they simply had no time to react.

At the moment they saw that "demon," it transformed into a "big rat," lunging to bite Master Xuanzang.

Then, was he slapped to death by Master Xuanzang with a brick? Speaking of which, why would it be a brick, even if it were golden?

As for the Little Gale Wolf's final struggle and escape, it was beyond the visual perception of Qin Menglan and the others.

"Yeah, he's dead." Tang Luo said, "He ran out of the box, I chatted with him, and we reached a consensus. Probably, seeing me talking to you, he thought there was an opportunity to exploit?"

Tang Luo also did not understand the Little Gale Wolf's "thought process"—why did he suddenly come seeking death?

Was it despair and self-abandonment?

After all, in the real world, heavenly and earthly qi is thin, and cultivation is fundamentally impossible.

Demon power is also hard to replenish; it's almost a case of using a little and losing a little. For a demon like the Little Gale Wolf, not only is maintaining strength impossible, but continuous weakening is normal.

To maintain strength, to become stronger, one must eat—blood food is the most abundant and effective.

But staying by Tang Luo's side, he certainly would not let the Little Gale Wolf eat people.

The contradiction thus became prominent.

Therefore, the Little Gale Wolf came with a "fail and die" mentality? No matter how you say it, "Tang Monk's meat" was once very famous, and few demons could resist that temptation.

The Little Gale Wolf previously lacked strength; now—he wanted to give it a try, which is also normal.

It might also be one of life's great illusions: I can turn the tables. Such an illusion, Tang Luo once had too, but unlike the Little Gale Wolf, back then Tang Luo still had a group of disciples glaring like tigers, ready to swarm him at any moment.

It would not let Tang Luo pay with his life for his illusion.

"Is this a rat demon?"

A Tuo stepped closer, looking at the huge headless body, reached out and touched it, feeling it was not like touching fur, but more like touching cold metal.

Those black hairs were actually steel needles, one by one.

"Not sure, probably yes." Tang Luo said, he also did not know what kind of demon the Little Gale Wolf was.

It was somewhat like a rat, and somewhat like a roe deer.

Walking behind, he grabbed the tail, Tang Luo dragged the heavy body: "Can you arrange a truck to come over?"

"Are you planning to study this demon?" Qin Menglan asked.

"Research?" Tang Luo shook his head, "No, I plan to eat it. Want to join?"

"No, thanks!"

The three of them shook their heads together—can this thing even be eaten? Its hair is like steel needles!

"Don't judge by its ugly appearance; the taste is actually quite good. Trust my cooking skills—do you have any suitable 'kitchen' to recommend?"

His home won't work—there isn't enough space.