Chapter 701: Drawing the Earth as a Prison

"Roar—"

The low growl issued from the Lion Camel King's mouth, his beastly traits becoming ever more pronounced.

He restrained himself and did not act.

The last vestiges of reason told him that the monk before him was truly too dangerous, no matter what method he used, he had joined forces with Sun Wukong to inflict heavy wounds upon the heavenly gods.

Or

both meant that at this moment, he himself would not be a match for him.

"Roar!"

The low growl turned into an angry roar, En Yu Lie assumed a defensive stance, and saw the Lion Camel King turn and charge toward the "God-Demon Battlefield."

Transforming into a male lion the size of a small hill, he stormed into the enemy ranks, kicking up a gale of bloody wind.

"..."

En Yu Lie looked at the Lion Camel King, somewhat speechless.

He didn't know whether to praise him for his cleverness or mock him for spouting harsh words and then fleeing, lacking even a shred of dignity as a great demon.

"Master, these demons have truly become demons." Zhu Bajie walked over, frowning slightly as he spoke.

The tempering in the Five Fingers Mountain is beneficial to the slumbering Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's nature is like blazing fire; during his slumber, the tempering of the Five Fingers Mountain hones his mind and spirit, and can also prevent this fellow from waking before he has fully recovered and causing an earth-shattering uproar.

But for the demons on the opposing side, it is not so.

The Five Fingers Mountain is nearly half a Demon-Subduing Pagoda.

In the Demon-Subduing Pagoda, those demons and monsters who have not yet taken refuge in the Buddha—what would happen if they were released?

In fact, one can see this from the performance of the White Elephant and the Yellow Brow Monster.

These demons and monsters, after slaying the heavenly gods, will absolutely stir up a gale of bloody rain if they go out.

"Well, just letting them go like this is not appropriate." Tang Luo said, walking to the outside of the stone bridge and reaching out to grasp.

The Golden Cudgel flew up, shrank, and landed in his hand.

The heavenly gods' path of retreat was reopened, but it was already too late to matter.

With the Lion Camel King's joining, the demons, who already held a great advantage, gained fresh reinforcements, and the battlefield situation became utterly one-sided.

Only two or three small cats remained of the heavenly gods, and even those "divine beasts" were slaughtered to the last.

The heavenly gods gave no chance at all to those monsters who had surrendered to them.

Including those true dragons, none were able to awaken their spiritual wisdom.

The demon clans showed no mercy in their attacks on these demon beasts, or rather, if there were traitors from back then, they would strike even harder.

The Lion Camel King and the Flood Demon King both noticed Tang Luo retracting the Golden Cudgel, and their hearts trembled with alarm.

However, Tang Luo had no intention of attacking them; he stepped lightly into the void high above, scanned his surroundings, and tilted the Golden Cudgel in his hand downward, drawing a circle.

Outside the Cang Lan Ruins, the ground trembled, and as Tang Luo moved, a vast arc-shaped chasm gradually appeared.

Compared to the heavenly moat formed by the original great river of the Cang Lan Ruins drying up, it was even more profound.

It gave the feeling of a bottomless abyss.

The chasm's abyss connected with the Five Fingers Mountain, forming in between a region of considerable breadth.

This place was originally a true no-man's-land, and Tang Luo's artificial creation of this arc-shaped heavenly moat only served to completely seal off the inside from the outside.

On the other side, as Tang Luo acted, the battle between the demons and the heavenly gods came to a complete end.

Still violent, the bloodthirsty instinct of the roaring demon beasts had not subsided again.

Without a primary target to oppose, they even began to slaughter each other in small part.

Those demons who had awakened their spiritual wisdom or retained their intelligence tried to stop them.

But even those demons, their bodies surging with murderous aura and killing intent, had not diminished in the slightest.

All were powder kegs that would explode at the slightest spark.

"Tang... Xuanzang." The Lion Camel King gazed at Tang Luo in the sky, "What do you mean by this?"

"Sun Wukong has guarded you for so long." Tang Luo said, "As repayment, you shall now guard him for an equivalent time."

"Before the time arrives, before Sun Wukong awakens, you shall remain within this region, continuing to rest and recuperate, and incidentally protect Sun Wukong; you are not to leave."

"Drawing the earth as a prison!"

The Flood Demon King's eyes flashed with feral light—this damned monk actually intends to trap them to death here?

"On what grounds?" The Lion Camel King roared.

"Returning a peach for a plum, this has existed since ancient times." Tang Luo lowered his gaze to the two "Great Sages," "Should the debt of saving a life not be repaid? You are demons, not beasts—do you not even understand this principle?"

"You wish to stop our revenge?" The Flood Demon King said.

"The heavenly gods are already finished." Tang Luo said.

The heavenly gods of the Divine Realm that Tang Luo had brought along were smashed down together with the Sage's Palace.

As the powerful ones among the heavenly gods were utterly eradicated, the demon beasts in the Divine Realm that had not yet been fully tamed, whose wildness still remained, began to roar when Tang Luo and his companions departed.

The downfall of the heavenly gods has already become an unstoppable tide.

At most, only two or three small cats remain, slipping through the net.

"You no longer need to seek revenge; just stay here, properly guard Sun Wukong, and by the way, let this venerable monk grind away your uncontrollable murderous heart, so that you do not go out and wreak havoc upon the world." Tang Luo continued.

He let these demons passively become the Yellow Robe.

"Wreak havoc upon the world?"

The Flood Demon King burst into loud laughter, "That so-called heavenly gods' gang ran rampant across the world, slaughtering the demon clans—where were you then? Why did you not appear to stop them from wreaking havoc upon the world, and now you come to block us?"

"Well, yes, so the heavenly gods are now completely dead—what problem is there?" Tang Luo said.

"You say they are dead, so they are dead?" The Lion Camel King said, "Why should we believe you?"

Tang Luo shook his head: "You don't need to believe this poor monk; this poor monk only needs you to obey!"

"Are you dead set on trapping us here?"

"The drawn range is this large, enough for you to move freely; what does it count as trapping to death?" Tang Luo said.

"If we say no?" Lion Camel King stared at Tang Luo, unconcealable brutality in his eyes.

Their escape was for revenge, for revelry, to vent years of hatred and anger with fresh blood.

Only the deaths of these Heavenly Gods before them were not enough, far from enough!

"Whoever crosses this line, dies."

Tang Luo glanced at the "line" he had drawn.

"Ha." Jiao Mo Wang laughed again, "Tang Xuanzang, this is your benevolence after becoming a Buddha, a Bodhisattva's heart? I see no difference from that demon monk of the past."

Tang Luo also laughed: "Why would you produce the illusion that this poor monk has a Bodhisattva's heart? And why would you wishfully think that this poor monk must be different from before?"

He vanished, appeared before Jiao Mo Wang, looked at him.

Great terror descended.

Jiao Mo Wang instantly shuddered, not even having the chance to transform into a flood dragon.

Suspended in midair, Tang Luo grabbed his neck, slowly lifted him: "Although this poor monk dislikes that Maitreya fellow who smiles so insidiously, the title 'demon monk', to tell the truth, this poor monk actually finds rather fitting."

Compared to a good reputation, Tang Luo was more willing to have a fierce reputation spread far.

"Since you know this poor monk is a demon monk, not some pedantic monk."

"Then why do you still seek death?"

"Small, long, worm?"

"Crack!" a crisp sound.

Jiao Mo Wang had his neck crushed by Tang Luo and was thrown to the ground.

Reverted to his true form rolling on the ground, claws scratching, tail whipping the floor, emitting pained whimpers.

Such injuries still could not kill this flood dragon.

But severe injuries and pain were unavoidable.

"Roar!"

Lion Camel King transformed into a mountain-like male lion, bit at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo's Golden-Hooped Rod swept out, struck Lion Camel King, knocking him flying, he crashed heavily to the ground rolling.

Head shaking, mouth opening, a mouthful of shattered teeth mixed with blood all spat out.

"Roar!"

The remaining monsters, one after another, revealed their true forms, pounced at Tang Luo.

Reason was fading; everything blocking them was an enemy.

A few minutes later.

"Hm?"

The Golden-Hooped Rod in Tang Luo's hand pierced through Jiao Mo Wang and Lion Camel King, slaying and converting them.

At the moment of their deaths, the "Slay Gods Exterminate Demons" mission unexpectedly prompted completion.

"Stay!"

Tang Luo decided instantly, shouted the "Stay" that hadn't succeeded in a long time.

After mission completion, there is a certain probability to continue staying in the mission world for one to two months.

In this regard, Tang Luo is a total unlucky person.

Later, as injuries gradually recovered, there was no longer any urgent need — to stay longer in a world rich in heaven and earth Qi.

This time originally there was no hope for completing the mission at all.

Unexpectedly, after finishing off Lion Camel King and Jiao Mo Wang, the mission suddenly completed.

It seems this mission's requirement was actually not to exterminate all, but "only slay the chief evildoers" was enough.

Mission completion came too suddenly, somewhat caught off guard; Tang Luo and them were all unprepared.

Could only test whether this "Stay" "function" still had any use.

Zhu Bajie and them reacted quickly too, simultaneously expressing desire to stay.

The occasionally appearing "guiding light beam" did not manifest.

The scene before Tang Luo and company did not change; successfully stayed in this mission world.

"Phew, thank goodness." Zhu Bajie said.

There are still some matters not handled; leaving is not impossible, but there's always a feeling of things done halfway, nothing below, an unpleasant feeling.

"Didn't expect it to suddenly complete." Ao Yulie said.

Mission rewards also did not appear; this time slightly different from Tang Luo previously getting equipment rewards that appeared directly.

Probably because all three are skill rewards.

Threw the two great demons' corpses to the ground; the remaining demon beasts, leaderless, under Tang Luo's sky-soaring fierce aura, began to scatter and flee.

And remembered Tang Luo's words.

Or rather, feared by the Qi lingering and not dispersing above that "line", simply did not dare approach.

Did not leave this area.

"This is enough." Tang Luo also couldn't be bothered to chase, let go of the Golden-Hooped Rod.

The Golden-Hooped Rod flew back beside the stone Sun Wukong had turned into, stood quietly.

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie and them began cleaning the battlefield, whether thunder or raging flames, completely destroyed those corpses.

And a portion, can be used to refine into Xuan Bian.

"Master, the power on the Golden-Hooped Rod is about to run out." After finishing the cleaning, Zhu Bajie stared at the Golden-Hooped Rod and studied it for a while before speaking.

The Golden-Hooped Rod was strengthened by someone suspected to be Patriarch Subhuti; in reality, it was only temporary — the power contained within it did not fully belong to the Golden-Hooped Rod itself.

Over the long years, it would be absorbed bit by bit by the Golden-Hooped Rod.

When danger arose and protection was needed, that power would be consumed to drive the battle.

Whether it was initially blocking the celestial deities, or the battle just now, this power has been continuously consumed.

By now, precious little remains.

Sun Wukong's current situation is clearly unsuitable for taking away; staying in Five-Finger Mountain to continue recuperating is more appropriate.

Then, should I leave a back-up plan or something?