Chapter 602: The Illusion of Being a Fugitive

"A bunch of unreliable trash!"

The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle cursed inwardly; these guys — even the little demons of Lion Camel Ridge back then were more reliable than them.

Isn't it just one Tang Xuanzang?

Plus a Zhu Bajie and a fake Sun Wukong — could it be that he, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle, would actually be afraid?

If the real Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang appeared, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle would be wary.

That's right, exactly like that.

A mere Tang Xuanzang, what's there to fear! As for Zhu Bajie, he's not even worth a glance; Second Brother White Elephant can handle that pig alone.

"You won't make a move, and you won't kill yourselves." Tang Luo looked at the demons and monsters in the sky, "This puts this poor monk in a difficult spot."

"This matter was orchestrated by this demon." A monk spoke in a deep voice, "We merely happened upon the occasion, helping the Great Sage remove his demonic nature; we ask the Holy Monk to see clearly."

Sold out, sold out!

The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle and White Elephant both looked at that monk.

"... Hahaha!" Tang Luo laughed, "This poor monk thinks you're right. Wutian, go, help this Master remove his demonic nature too."

"Yes, Grandmaster!"

Sun Wutian leaped up, smashing his staff down.

That monk's eyes narrowed, his palms pressed together before him, barely catching Sun Wutian's staff; his body suddenly plummeted onto the mountain peak.

"Master, you're no good! You actually refused the blow of enlightenment — no Buddha in your heart, only demons."

Sun Wutian laughed loudly, the staff in his hand shaking, shaking off the monk's hands, and a staff strike landed on his head.

Successful blow of enlightenment.

The monk fell, instantly with neither Buddha nor demons in his heart; Tang Luo opened the Life and Death Register's supplementary volume, collecting his soul.

"Life and Death Register..." The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp.

This monk actually plays with magic treasures? And where did he get the Life and Death Register from?

"Third Brother?" White Elephant looked at the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle.

"Attack..." The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle's eyes revealed a fierce light; he murmured softly, his voice still lingering, but his body had already vanished without a trace, silently appearing at Tang Luo's side.

Already gripping a three-pronged long-hafted weapon, stabbing at Tang Luo.

The howling sound of tearing air only arrived at the moment he thrust out; the surrounding air was pushed aside, forming white ripples spreading outward.

Where it passed, it was as if an indestructible sharp blade sliced through, leaving cracks on the ground.

The weapon used by the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle is named the Gilded Tǎng; shaped like a fork but heavy, with a sharp spear tip in the middle called the "True Edge," two edges on the sides, branching into two curved upward crescent shapes.

It is transformed from the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle's own sharp claws, in truth a part of its true body.

In humanoid form, it mostly appears as a Gilded Tǎng or a Fangtian Ji halberd.

Transformed into a weapon, sturdy and sharp, tearing the sky and splitting the earth!

Tang Luo instantly turned, the Xuanbian in his hand forming a long spear, bracing it before him, just catching it between the two blades of the Gilded Tǎng, preventing it from advancing an inch.

"Tang Xuanzang! Do you really want a fight to the death with me?" The two wrestled, violent power surging outward, shocking that group of demons and monsters until they couldn't stand steady, taking the chance to scatter and flee.

"Wasn't what I said just now clear enough?" Tang Luo shook the Xuanbian spear in his hand, parrying the Gilded Tǎng.

Raising his hand, he thrust; cold light erupted, the spear tip appearing before the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle's eyes.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle's face turned ferocious; his mouth suddenly protruded forward, forming a bird beak, the Great Peng Eagle's beak, viciously pecking at the spear tip.

The Xuanbian spear shattered; the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle was sent flying backward, crashing into the mountain peak behind him.

Accompanied by a deafening boom, the mountain peak instantly collapsed; the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle's original dwelling, a place even more golden-hooped than the peak where the Mahavira Hall stood, turned into a pile of ruins in an instant.

The monks of "Great Thunder Sound Temple" all had faces full of terror, as if a natural disaster had descended.

No, for them, the real situation was exactly a natural disaster descending.

Amidst the mountain ruins, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle slowly stood; his head had already turned into an eagle head, the beak on top looking somewhat crooked, fresh blood slowly flowing out.

It looked like only a little, but by the time it fell to midair and reached the ground, it had almost formed a blood-colored stream.

Showing the injuries were not light.

"Second Brother!" The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle shouted fiercely.

White Elephant understood immediately, and at once began chanting the Tight-Fillet Spell.

The Tight-Fillet Spell was still the blade suspended over Sun Wutian's neck, able to take his life at any moment.

Intense pain, and a sense of weakness erupted again; Sun Wutian used his last strength to shout loudly: "Grandmaster, don't mind me! Kill them to avenge me! Tell the Great King, I, Sun Wutian, did not lose face for him!"

"What last words..." Tang Luo said speechlessly, reaching out toward the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle.

A pair of feathered wings grew on the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle's back; his speed surged, dodging Tang Luo's grab, dancing in midair.

Unlike the golden light that flashed by a moment ago, the entire sky was layered with his figures, even White Elephant was concealed by him.

Impossible to find where he was.

"Tang Xuanzang, you will pay the price for your arrogance!" The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle said fiercely.

Tang Luo looked up, suddenly raising his hand; Xuanbian transformed into a sword, executing "Thousand Hands Cannot Release."

Sword shadows intertwined, not forming a net, but forming an ocean of sword blades, covering toward the countless Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagles in the sky!

No matter how fast your speed, leaving not the slightest gap — where else can you dodge?

This is another form of map cannon.

"Tang Xuanzang!" The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle was shocked and angry; this demon monk actually didn't care about the life of Sun Wukong's monkey descendant?

But this thought was only for an instant; the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle saw Sun Wutian under the Tight-Fillet Spell, not only not falling, but already standing up again.

The Merit Jade Lotus floated above his head, emitting a warm light enveloping Sun Wutian.

The Merit Jade Lotus was giving him light therapy to heal, enough to offset the damage from the Tight-Fillet Spell!

"Just a bit of merit power." Tang Luo's tone was flat, "This poor monk can afford to expend it."

The ocean of sword blades kept rising, chasing after the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle.

Amidst a residual afterimage, a massive white elephant suddenly appeared; he stopped chanting the Tight-Fillet Spell and let out a long trumpeting cry, raising his two thick elephant legs and bringing them down viciously!

The ocean of sword blades crashed into two "Sea-Calming Divine Needles".

Instantly the wind calmed and the waves stilled; before the white elephant could even show a smile, he felt bursts of heart-piercing agony assault his forelimbs.

Two blood-colored waterfalls appeared in the sky, torrents rushing toward the entire Spirit Mountain.

Farther away, black electric arcs emerged in the void, coiling into a net that trapped the demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters trying to escape.

Zhu Bajie had already set up the Heavenly River Grand Formation to prevent these fellows from fleeing.

Refusing to commit suicide yet wanting to run? This is not taking Master's words seriously at all.

"Little Monkey, Little Pig, deal with them." Zhu Bajie said.

"Good!"

Sun Wutian leaped up; with the Merit Jade Lotus's radiance healing his injuries, he had absolutely no need to worry about the Tight-Fillet Spell problem.

And once these fellows who know the Tight-Fillet Spell are all dead, there won't be any Tight-Fillet Spell left.

"Buddha's Dharma is boundless." Tang Luo opportunistically added a layer of status buff to Sun Wutian and Zhu Wuneng who had tagged along, letting them kill even more ferociously.

As for that white dragon, he had sneakily already prepared to slip away.

At this time no one went to bother with him.

To the white dragon, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle — a calamity like heavenly punishment — stood on the white elephant's broad back.

The white elephant in his true form was like a small mountain; only his two forelimbs, like sky-supporting giant pillars, were already riddled with holes, even the bones inside pierced through.

The slightest movement would thoroughly turn him into shattered fragments, separating from his body.

"How could this be..." The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle's gaze was like a knife.

Impossible!

The Tang Xuanzang of those years absolutely did not have this kind of strength.

Although he had never crossed hands with Tang Luo, Tang Luo had fought his big brother, and the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle could judge his strength by peeping through a tube.

The current Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle's strength surpasses his past self.

And the aura Tang Xuanzang displayed upon appearing, though causing some alarm, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle still keenly detected a trace of instability within it.

The demon monk's injuries have not yet healed.

With this waxing and waning, he, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle, should definitely still surpass Tang Xuanzang!

But now, in just a single move, this demon monk heavily wounded the white elephant — this is no good omen.

"Second Brother, abandon ship." The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle said through gritted "teeth".

The white elephant let out a pained wail; his two forelimbs snapped, the wounds constricting to stop the fresh blood from continuing to flow.

The look in his eyes toward Tang Luo was already nearly consumed by terror.

"Seems you've been doing well these years, living in comfort and luxury, even forgetting the pain of before." Tang Luo looked at the white elephant and said, reaching out to grab.

Nirvana Glazed Great Hand Seal.

A gigantic palm shadow emerged, grasping toward the white elephant.

"Charge!" The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle stood on the elephant's head, the gilded fangtian hua-ji in his hand thrusting forward.

The terror in the white elephant's eyes turned into frenzy; he lowered his head, his still-intact tusks aimed at the Great Hand Seal, and charged straight at it.

A white elephant phantom even larger than his true body appeared behind him; a Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle spread its wings atop the elephant's head, charging alongside the white elephant.

The Great Hand Seal and the two demons' phantoms collided.

They dissipated simultaneously; the mountain peak under Tang Luo's feet shattered with a boom, the entire Spirit Mountain still trembling, the earth dragon rolling.

Leiyin Temple's buildings kept collapsing, the miserable screams of those monks with lower cultivation ringing out.

Lotuses bloomed beneath Tang Luo's feet as he pursued the two demons flying backward.

The white elephant tumbled continuously in midair; his original wounds split open again, dyeing the horizon red.

That tusk of his which had remained intact was now also shattered; some fragments embedded into the elephant's head.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle, however, had already vanished without a trace.

His speed was too fast; in the instant of colliding with the Great Hand Seal, he borrowed its force to flee far away.

Zhu Bajie's grand formation still couldn't trap this Great Peng bird.

Realizing the demon monk Tang Xuanzang could not be matched by force, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle relied on his speed and decisively abandoned the white elephant.

The white elephant barely steadied himself in midair, swaying his massive head, still feeling the world spin.

Then, a hand pressed onto his head, steadying the swaying head and also imprisoning his body.

"I am Bodhisattva Samantabhadra's mount!" The white elephant begged for mercy.

"Mm, I know." Tang Luo nodded.

Right at this moment, the severed trunk coiled — a seemingly gentle, even silent motion, yet it was the white elephant's strongest killing move.

A light coil, and no matter your steel muscles and iron bones, copper skin and iron frame, your soul would perish and spirit scatter!

In the battle at Lion Camel Ridge, Zhu Bajie was caught by the white elephant's trunk; even with his ability he nearly couldn't handle it.

In a one-on-one fight, he might not even be this white elephant's opponent.

Later, joining forces with Sha Wujing, they killed this demon until he retreated step by step; the strength of the Three Demons of Lion Camel Ridge, among all demons, absolutely cannot be underestimated — they rank among the forefront.

The remnant trunk's power not only did not weaken compared to before, plus the white elephant was striking with his life on the line, its power was boundless.

Tang Luo didn't even spare it a glance; the palm pressed on the white elephant's head, five fingers suddenly clenching.

Burst!

The massive white elephant shattered in an instant, forming a sky-full of blood rain; a piece of trunk debris lightly brushed against Tang Luo's brocade kasaya and fell down.

No matter how fierce the attack, if it can't hit it has no effect — no need to even dodge or block.

Even the Kasyapa robe, whose defensive power is not strong, is enough to offset a bit of "inertial backlash."

A clear wind swept across the land, its speed reaching the extreme.

"Second brother, when I find the chance, I will avenge you."

Within the invisible clear wind was a miniature golden-winged great peng bird.

His right claw curled into a ball, slightly trembling, this was the injury he sustained during the earlier collision.

The moment he abandoned the white elephant, it meant the white elephant's death.

The golden-winged great peng bird does not think that the demon monk will let him go; what bodhisattva mount, in the demon monk's eyes, absolutely does not count as any status.

If he were still in the Mountains and Seas Realm, perhaps it could be, but now in this world, where would a bodhisattva come from?

If the demon monk Tang Xuanzang could be frightened away by a mere title, then he would not have been called a demon monk by Maitreya.

Even if this title were "Tathagata," the result would not necessarily change.

The golden-winged great peng bird leaving the white elephant to "cover the rear" is the wise move.

To him, this world is both vast and small.

It is small because, with the golden-winged great peng bird's speed, he can still continuously explore these years, searching here and there.

It is large because there are still some hidden places where the golden-winged great peng bird can hide.

He will not be found by Tang Xuanzang, waiting until the day of revenge.

And revenge can begin with Sun Wutian, Zhu Bajie, and those people; if he cannot deal with Tang Xuanzang, can he not kill them?

The golden-winged great peng bird clearly knows that the real Zhu Bajie is no stronger than before.

As for that fake Sun Wukong, he is even more of a joke; back then, thinking "Sun Wukong" he was weak was not because he was truly weak.

But because that damned little monkey himself possessed this strength, leading to their misjudgment.

Also, being unable to kill him is somewhat like Sun Wukong; had he known this earlier, he would not have gone to such great trouble.

The impression Sun Wukong left on people is too deep; the aversion, a large part of it comes from the shadow, which is why they are so careful, afraid to release the monkey's latent ferocity.

I never expected it to not be the true self; too bad there's no regret medicine to take.

What the golden-winged great peng bird can do now is revenge.

Suddenly, the golden-winged great peng bird's flying speed suddenly slowed, becoming still in a breath.

Before him, a white-haired, red-clad figure appeared at some unknown time, staring at him.

Without the slightest hesitation, not knowing how Tang Xuanzang caught up, the golden-winged great peng bird turned and just "ran."

This time, no need to hide; speed faster than before, almost becoming a mass of "nothingness."

Even the line of sight cannot catch it, let alone say catching up.

However, in the next breath, Tang Luò appeared again before the golden-winged great peng bird.

Change direction, flee again!

Again, on the inevitable path, a white-haired, blood-clad figure appeared, as if he had always been there.

This time, the golden-winged great peng bird stopped: "How did you catch up to me?"

Speed, his greatest pride, is something even Sun Wukong cannot catch up to.

Tang Xuanzang may be strong, but it is absolutely impossible for him to catch up, let alone surpass.

"When did you produce the illusion that you were fleeing?" Tang Luò said softly.

The golden-winged great peng bird shuddered in surprise, feeling as if thunder exploded, these words ending at his ear.

The distance of over a hundred meters between them was crossed by Tang Luò in a single step.

This is actually quite normal.

But clearly, the golden-winged great peng bird was retreating, and after speaking, he retreated at absolute high speed!

Yet the opponent followed like a shadow, the distance between them only ten meters.

By the time this sentence ended, Tang Luò was already beside the golden-winged great peng bird.