Chapter Eighteen: The Nine-Headed Snake Blocks the Way, the Curtain of the Journey to the West Reveals and Conceals

  At this moment, Sun Wukong is cultivating at the top of Huaguo Mountain, continuing to work hard for the formation of the demon pill. He naturally doesn't know that he has just presided over a wedding and helped two little monkeys overcome some obstacles in their marriage. The storm that followed was so big, but if it were only that simple, things are often more complicated than imagined.

  These are just some minor changes, under the huge inertia of the trend of heaven, the final outcome of these things will not change much, so even if Sun and Yuan want to change history, it's not that easy.

  Liu Er, in mid-air, only felt the sound of the wind whistling, but soon fell fast asleep. As for the wild boar, he didn't have Liu Er's gift, and his performance was even worse than Liu Er's. The moment he was brought in, the wild boar closed his eyes and knew nothing.

  Liuer was sleeping dazedly, but suddenly felt his head buzzing, and the space around him seemed to be shaking constantly. When he came back to himself, he saw that the space in front of him was surging with endless black fog, which seemed to fill the entire sky. Liuer was stunned at once.

  Unlike Liu Er, Jin Pao Lao Zhe furrowed his brow, having just put away Liu Er. He really didn't want to cause any more trouble, but it seemed that this master in front of him clearly didn't intend to let him pass. But what was even more infuriating was that this guy was actually a small fry, and according to his estimate, he hadn't even transformed yet.

  "What a junior, dare to block my way." The golden-robed old man waved his sleeve, and the vast black air that seemed to be unmatched was suddenly swept away cleanly. After the black air disappeared, a huge python appeared in mid-air. This python grew somewhat strangely, with nine heads, and a pair of wings on its back, looking extremely ferocious.

  Seeing his own magical powers being easily broken, the nine-headed guy was somewhat enraged. He spread his wings and suddenly inflated the middle head, from which a gray mist burst out, directly enveloping the golden-robed old man.

  "Hmph, just a minor trick." The old man in the golden robe let out a cold snort, allowing himself to be shrouded by the mist. He then suddenly expressed some unexpected surprise and said, "Not bad, the aura of absolute poison, it's been years since I've encountered something like this. Young one, you'd better call your master out here, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite."

  Seeing his own breath about to overwhelm the old man, a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the nine-headed monster. However, after the old man uttered the name of the air he spat out, the expression in the nine-headed monster's eyes became somewhat solemn. It wasn't until now that this slightly brain-damaged guy realized that he might have provoked someone who was not to be trifled with. This guy was like a nouveau riche, and wouldn't realize it until he got his nose rubbed in the dirt. People with real skills are always low-key and don't show off.

  The nine-headed monster saw the extremely toxic gas, but couldn't help the old man in the golden robe. As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he wanted to take back these breaths, but with a cold hum from the old man, a faint golden light rose from around his body. The dark and murky toxic gas seemed to evaporate instantly when it came into contact with the golden light, like ice blocks meeting sunlight.

  A loud, mournful cry of "Hng!" echoed through the air as the central head of the nine-headed monster seemed to be injured, bobbing up and down while its massive body swayed back and forth, apparently suffering greatly from the loss of the potent toxin.

  Seeing the situation was not right, this guy who was originally in a majestic momentum thought of diving into the sea with a flick of his tail, but his move was clearly futile as it fell right into the eyes of the Golden Robed Elder.

  "How dare you, you think you can just get away with this?" The golden-robed elder casually struck out a golden aura, which landed squarely on the central head of the nine-headed monster, who looked at him with despair in his eyes.

  Immediately, the nine-headed monster's body rolled even more violently, and its appearance was clearly in extreme pain. As it continued to roll over, only the central head of the nine-headed monster, which had almost transformed into a dragon-like shape, suddenly disappeared without a trace, completely turning into ashes as the old man's golden aura flashed.

  This old man actually lightly and casually beheaded the most powerful one of this world's rarest kind.

  After the central head of the nine-headed monster was gone, it seemed that it wasn't over yet. The golden aura didn't dissipate but suddenly expanded and split into eight parts, directly rushing towards the remaining eight heads of the nine-headed monster.

  At this time, the nine-headed monster felt that something was wrong even if it was stupid. The old man obviously wanted his life. Realizing this, the nine-headed monster couldn't bear the pain in its body and suddenly dived into the water, raising eight pillars of water to counterattack the eight incoming auras.

  But it was clear that the old man's golden aura was not an ordinary thing. The eight Heavenly Water Pillars had not even approached the golden aura, and they had already dissipated into water vapor. It seemed that before entering the ocean, the nine-headed monster would absolutely be unable to escape the encirclement of the eight auras, and its moment of annihilation was about to arrive.

  In desperation, the nine-headed monster let out a mournful and piercing cry. The sound was so unbearable that even the six-eared creature from an unknown place almost fainted upon hearing it. However, this thing seemed to have no effect on the old man. In fact, any demon who had formed a demonic pellet would not be afraid of this thing.

  The old man in the golden robe flashed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, watching as the eight golden auras were about to pounce on the Nine-Headed Monster's body. Eight water droplets suddenly appeared, welcoming the eight auras, and the Nine-Headed Monster, who was originally eager to escape, didn't hurry to leave anymore, but instead quietly crouched in one place without moving.

  Witnessing the golden aura instantly vaporizing the massive water pillar, Liu Er couldn't help but close his eyes. In his opinion, this nine-headed monster was out of its mind - it wouldn't think that just these eight drops of water could withstand the golden aura, would it?

  But the fact told Liu Er that it was not Jiu Tou Guai who had a brain spasm, but himself. Then, Jin Pao Lao Zhe's actions also proved that these eight water droplets were not ordinary things.

  Only to see the water droplets and golden aura collide, in the blink of an eye both turned into nothingness. Then a hoarse voice sounded from the air, "Since you've already sensed my aura, how dare you still make a move? Should I admire your courage?"

  As the sound faded away, a faint figure appeared in mid-air. It was a man dressed in a green robe. At first glance, his face seemed ordinary, but strangely, no matter how hard you tried, as soon as you closed your eyes, you couldn't recall his appearance, as if he had never existed in your memory at all.

  "Hmph, since I started my career, I've never been afraid of anyone. You can't even manage your own subordinates, yet you come to lecture me? It seems that you're really getting senile!" The old man in the golden robe sneered, not buying it at all.