Chapter 488: Heavenly Eye!

A streak of golden light shot up from the deep pit, sweeping across the ground, and in just a few breaths returned to the top of Black Mountain.

Yang Jian's figure reappeared before everyone's eyes, looking—well, extremely disheveled.

His hair hung loose, disheveled.

A bloodstain on his forehead extended all the way to near the corner of his mouth.

The most severe damage was to his upper body, his silver armor shattered, with numerous fragments embedded in his flesh.

The three-pronged two-edged blade in his hand was similarly damaged; Yang Jian now held only a bare pole, the blade broken off and likewise piercing his chest.

His gruesome wound made one suspect he would collapse and pass gas any second.

Yet Yang Jian stood firm, his breathing showing no disturbance at all, at most slightly heavier.

"Brother, you're injured." Yang Chan stood up, walked to Yang Jian's side, her face full of concern, "That bastard monk! I'll flay him alive!"

By the end, her face had turned fierce.

Quite expressive.

"Just a minor wound." Yang Jian said, "Help me heal it."

"Okay, brother." Yang Chan reached out, pressed her hand against Yang Jian's chest, and lightly traced over it.

A phantom of a treasure appeared behind her, light falling upon Yang Jian.

The treasure's form was special: nine cun tall, entirely pure white, like ice and snow. Its shape resembled a blooming precious lotus, as large as a sea bowl, with the lotus heart serving as the wick.

Precious Lotus Lamp!

Under the nourishment of the Precious Lotus Lamp, the fragments and wounds on Yang Jian's body melted away like ice and snow, even his disheveled hair and silver armor returning to normal.

Including the three-pronged two-edged blade.

"Surely something's off." Zhu Bajie muttered.

He just felt strange, but couldn't yet pinpoint what was wrong.

After a few more exchanges, it might become clearer.

"In front of a monk, don't do this kind of thing." Tang Luo said while walking over.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, each stride covering a vast distance; when he spoke the first word, he was still far away at the horizon's edge, and by the time he finished the sentence, he had arrived at the foot of Black Mountain.

"You stinking monk! You deserve to die!" Yang Chan turned and glared at Tang Luo.

"Ah, I remember you used to call me Big Brother Xuanzang." Tang Luo said, a hint of a smile on his face.

That smile was malicious.

Like some scoundrel who, upon seeing his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend on the street after cheating and dumping her,

the ex-girlfriend immediately feels upset and lashes out with mockery.

The scoundrel doesn't care, giving a light smile: "You weren't saying that in bed before."

Thus, the new boyfriend inevitably turns green with envy.

Everyone knows Yang Chan and Tang Luo aren't that kind of relationship.

Yet after Tang Luo said that, everyone's expressions turned strange, even Jin Dasheng, this "Forever Loyal True Lord" old yellow ox, was no exception.

Liu Shenxiang remained expressionless, but seemed to want to laugh.

He didn't know why; perhaps he was just pleased to see these lofty immortals suffer a setback.

Although, in a sense, it was another lofty immortal who made them suffer.

But how to put it? These immortals (including Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie) are more down-to-earth.

At least Uncle wouldn't pat Liu Shenxiang on the shoulder and say "Great Nephew."

I don't know if it's because too much time has passed, memory has drifted or been forgotten, but Liu Shenxiang can recall that Yang Chan hugged him only once or twice?

"Kill him! Brother, kill him!"

Tang Luo's malicious teasing enraged Yang Chan.

Yang Jian expressed his anger through action, stepping forward, already manifesting three heads and six arms.

The weapon in his hand, besides the three-pronged two-edged blade, now also included a sword, an axe, a rope, and a whip.

Unlike the "Pilgrimage Party" composed of poor demons and laboring folk.

Yang Jian, after so many years, still possesses many treasures.

That sword is named Ji Ji, crystal-clear and translucent, with a cold, sharp gleam, its edge fully exposed. Regarding Yang Jian's sword, there are various records, but the one he carries and frequently uses is this Ji Ji.

The axe is named Kai Shan Axe, its name derived from Yang Jian's act of splitting the mountain, a treasure he has carried since childhood.

The rope is the Binding Demon Rope, naturally, not just for binding demons.

The whip is called the Mountain-Chasing Whip, capable of altering terrain, a top-tier crowd-control area-of-effect treasure.

Moreover, the Mountain-Chasing Whip is particularly effective against Tang Luo.

Most cultivators' main battlefield is in the sky; Tang Luo is an exception, as he can indeed hover briefly in midair.

But undoubtedly, the ground is where he is more familiar with combat.

Thus, during the westward journey, one could see this scene: Zhu Bajie set up a great formation, Sun Wukong flew in midair holding a staff.

Anyone who rose above fifty meters and stayed airborne for over a minute would be struck back to the ground with that staff.

Whether being human or demon, one must keep feet firmly on the ground.

Tang Luo's combat style can be loosely compared to that of a ninja: he won't fly, but in midair, during his hover period, he can move freely.

Yet he must eventually land.

Hence, the Mountain-Chasing Whip finds strong utility.

After manifesting three heads and six arms, Yang Jian did not rush to attack, but instead swung the Mountain-Chasing Whip once.

A crisp sound rang out.

The ground beside Tang Luo instantly bulged upward, forming an extremely narrow "valley," like a well mouth, and squeezed toward Tang Luo.

At the same time, the ground beneath his feet formed an incomparably muddy vortex, interfering with Tang Luo's movements.

"Boom!"

After a crisp sound came a huge roar; the towering mountain peaks collided and merged.

At first glance, it looked like a giant burial mound; of course, one could also describe it as "mountains without edges, heaven and earth merging," full of a romantic, blood-tinged atmosphere.

Yang Jian appeared in the air above the merged peaks; the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, the Zhanlu Sword, and the Mountain-Splitting Axe in his hand all descended simultaneously.

Intending to destroy this mountain and Tang Luo inside it together.

Yang Jian's speed was very fast; unfortunately, there was a thing faster than him.

A streak of golden light pierced through the mountain body; at the instant Yang Jian had just raised the weapons in his hand but had not yet brought them down, it smashed onto Yang Jian's head.

A brief pause.

Many people saw the true form of that "golden streak" clearly — it was a brick, a golden brick.

The famous brat, immortal second-generation Nezha's magic treasure — the Gold Brick.

Among the magic treasures Tang Luo currently possesses, the most sturdy, bar none.

It rarely appears normally, because it's basically not needed.

Now, when hitting Yang Jian, it was the Gold Brick's turn to take the stage.

The Gold Brick made intimate contact with Yang Jian's head; after a brief stagnation, the distance between the two changed from zero distance to negative distance.

Then it continuously changed from negative distance back to zero distance and continuously pulled apart.

One of the three heads in the Three Heads Six Arms was directly blown apart by this Gold Brick.

The Gold Brick, after blowing the head, continued flying toward the sky, then turned a circle, and attacked Yang Jian once more.

It can also be understood as it flying back to Tang Luo's hand, just that Yang Jian was on the Gold Brick's necessary path.

But the speed was too fast; Yang Jian seemed to still be in the "bewildered stage" of having a head blown off by one brick; all he could do was raise the nearest Zhanlu Sword to block.

A sword used for chopping and stabbing obviously cannot compare in sturdiness with a brick specifically used for smashing people.

The Zhanlu Sword snapped in two; the Gold Brick blew apart another of Yang Jian's heads, then during the remaining flight, shook off the bloodstains on it, and fell back into Tang Luo's hand.

Tang Luo, who had already emerged from the burial mound Yang Jian prepared for him, held a Gold Brick in his hand.

How to put it?

Even though the brick is golden, it still clashes somewhat with the overall atmosphere.

But no one would find it funny.

Because this brick directly shattered two of Yang Jian's heads — even if they were only two of the Three Heads Six Arms avatars.

No one expected things to suddenly turn out like this.

Including Yang Jian himself.

After all, at the start of the battle just now, both sides were evenly matched; Tang Luo didn't hold back either.

Although the result was Tang Luo gaining the upper hand, injuring Yang Jian.

But he also paid a price — a weapon, and the wound on his arm — everyone believes the wound left by Yang Jian's Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade is not something that can recover in a short time.

Even if it recovered, Tang Luo's consumption certainly wouldn't be small.

But unexpectedly, at the start of the second round, in the blink of an eye, Yang Jian fell into a clear disadvantage.

Three Heads Six Arms — that signified Yang Jian getting serious.

Could it be that just now, only the demon monk Tang Xuanzang suffered from not having a good magic treasure.

Now that he has a good magic treasure, he can win immediately?

"You're no good..." Tang Luo tossed the Gold Brick in his hand up and down, mocking.

Yang Jian didn't speak, nor did he restore the Three Heads Six Arms; he simply withdrew the divine ability, holding only a single Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade in his hand, slowly raising it, the tip pointing at Tang Luo.

The next breath.

Tang Luo's body leaned backward, he retreated two steps, nearly falling.

The Gold Brick in his hand also dropped to the ground.

On his chest, there was an additional fist-sized wound, penetrating, through which the scenery behind could be seen.

Fresh blood continuously flowed from the wound, soaking the nearby clothes.

At the edge, the Glazed Pure Garment seemed to want to self-repair, yet was utterly unable to; a lingering power was preventing it.

Similarly, the wound still faintly emitted wisps of cracking sounds, difficult to heal.

Yang Jian looked down from above at Tang Luo; the golden vertical line on his forehead, unknown when it had already opened.

The vertical line turned into a vertical pupil.

Golden pupil, emitting a faint golden light.

What just happened?

To put it simply, Yang Jian opened the Heavenly Eye and injured Tang Luo.

Just that the Heavenly Eye's attack was too fast, so fast that no one saw it, at least not clearly.

Tang Luo didn't dodge either.

"Now this has some semblance." Tang Luo steadied himself again, right hand loosely gripping; the Gold Brick on the ground flew into his hand.

He leaped up, arriving before Yang Jian, and brought a brick down.

Already injured, he still chose to take the initiative to attack.

Yang Jian with a cold face, blocked with the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade; then, he was smashed into the ground, Tang Luo following close behind, seizing the chance to attack fiercely.

Violent power ravaged and vented out from where they fought.

Behind Yang Chan, the phantom of the Baolian Lamp emerged again, protecting the entire Black Mountain, preventing the two's love nest from becoming battle damage.

The rest had already wisely retreated; at this time, the two's battle had no way to restrain their power, to reduce damage to the surroundings.

Including the other three Emperors, they also abandoned their demon bodies, letting them be destroyed in the battle's aftershocks.

By doing so proactively, they could at least keep one hand sticking out of the coffin waving about; otherwise, they would be like the other two, lying completely inside the coffin, just waiting for someone to come close the lid.