Ji, the son of Nü Wa, found the child quite interesting. The combination of intelligence and recklessness was perfect, as he knew it was a trap yet jumped in anyway.
He said, "The small immortal doesn't know that this place is not a trap, but my old refuge. I didn't expect him to use it against me instead."
He began to think: "The first old man fell by the side of the road, and you ignored him. Then there was a middle-aged woman, and you didn't fall for it either. Finally, there appeared a child in need of rescue, and you immediately came to his aid. What is the reason behind this?"
Nāzha, who had clearly fallen into a trap, was still pretending to be tough at the moment: "I just can't stand being in this damn place looking for people. That's why I lured him out."
"Ha ha."
"Don't laugh!"
The space where Hòu Ji took refuge was naturally formed, and it was discovered by him and Cháng Yě Dìng Guāng Xiān successively.
At present, this place is in a state of being able to enter but not to leave. It is still possible to leave, but they do not know the method.
Nāzha's attempt to break through the wall was declared a failure, and he worried that something might happen to Little Five on the other side. He had no choice but to use his ultimate move.
"Master, save me!"
"Save me!"
"Master! I am Nāzha! Come and save me!"
Hòu Ji: "..."
This child seems to have a serious illness. It must be the extreme stimulation that has driven him mad?
Your teacher can hear you calling? That must be a great ability.
He took two steps back, fearing that the manic Nāzha would bite him.
Before a cup of tea's worth of time had passed, Nezha sensed something and shouted again. This time, he finally received a response.
Dài Liánhuā guān, shēngrèn Suìxiān xiūyī, jiǎoyuǎn Yún lǚ, chángzhǔ Yu Ruyì. Deng Chángyù zhèngwéi suǒ zào wǔsè shénniú hé yīqǐ suǒ chū.
Nāzha often sees her "Yu Qīng" look, so he's seen this many times and isn't surprised anymore.
However, Deng Chan Yu's current situation is very unusual; it seems like this is just a shadow?
"Bull brother? Where is the master?" he asked.
The five-colored sacred ox and Nāzha stared at each other, and the human-shaped light, which belonged to Deng Chan Yu, soon vanished.
Hou Ji looked at the spot where the female immortal disappeared and then at the innocent-looking five-color sacred ox. Could it be that the fairy saw me, the old man, was hungry and sent over a cow? Am I misunderstanding something?
The five-color sacred ox, under his amazed gaze, transformed into a human form and stood up slowly.
"The true immortal's cultivation has reached a critical moment. After learning of your situation, he dispatched the sacred ox to assist you."
Nāzha and the sacred ox had a good relationship, but Nāzha genuinely looked down on its cultivation level. The sacred ox had only a little innate divine power when it followed Huang Feihu. It only began to practice after joining Deng Chan Yu. All told, it had been practicing for no more than a dozen years.
As for Nāzha, he has been practicing for nearly five decades.
Sun Wukong's case, who can match the Yáng Jiǎn at the same level after practicing for only several years, is an exception. Generally speaking, the longer one practices, the stronger their combat ability becomes.
"You're here to help me? Brother, I have no ill intentions. Is there anything special about your combat abilities, Bull Brother?"
He didn't know that the sacred ox had inherited the cultivation of the powerful Demon Sage Bǐ Tiě, and was still looking at it with old eyes.
Nāzha said in haste: "Can you break through this space? If you can break through here, I will definitely dig out the intestines of Cháng Yě Dìng Guāng Xiān!"
The five-color sacred ox gazed straight ahead: "This should be the weak spot of the space, right?"
Nāzha was shocked: "Are you asking me? Besides our teacher and Dì Jiāng, who else could tell the strength and weakness of this place?"
The five-color sacred ox rubbed his head, smiled in a very innocent way, and then turned back into a cow form. The difference this time was that a large blue horn appeared in the middle of his forehead.
It chose a direction almost at random and then collided with it like a meteor.
A thunderous roar sounded as the internal destruction of the space was completed in a simple and brutal manner. Naturally, the sacred ox would bear the backlash of this space's collapse, but it merely shook its head and didn't mind. The giant horn in the center of its forehead remained intact.
"Great skill!" Nāzha shouted in admiration. After a moment of thought, as the space storm swept inward, he also brought Hòu Ji out.
At the moment of the space breaking apart, he stepped on his Fēng Huǒ Rún and charged out. First, he handed Hòu Ji to the sacred ox: "Bull Brother, keep an eye on this old man. Don't let him be killed by some evil ghost."
Afterward, he took advantage of the opportunity when all of the human vitality was drawn over due to the space breaking apart, and instantly locked onto Cháng Yě Dìng Guāng Xiān with his divine consciousness.
"Found you! Dead rabbit! Today, young master is determined to kill you!"
The distance between the two places isn't far. By the time Cháng Yě Dìng Guāng Xiān discovered that the space had broken, Nāzha had already arrived with his Fire Dragon Spear in hand.
Nāzha, Shíjī, and Cháng Yě are all at the stage of Golden Immortal. However, even within the realm of Golden Immortals, there are differences.
Nāzha is a Golden Immortal who can challenge opponents across levels. He may not be able to win against a late-Taiyi Golden Immortal, but there's no problem facing a Taiyi Golden Immortal in the early stage. Cháng Yě is older, but his cultivation level has stopped at the early stage of the Golden Immortal, making him completely no match for Nāzha.
After just three moves, a transparent hole was pierced in his side by the Fire Dragon Spear.
"Get down for me!" He shook the Six Demons' Pennants fiercely.
If the Nāzha in the form of a lotus flower wouldn't fear such things, but Nāzha in human form certainly would.
He felt a flash of flowers in front of him, dizziness and vertigo, and a disruption of his spiritual energy. Most of his internal magical power was dispersed at this moment. The movement to draw the gun again was delayed by a fraction.
A very concealed rabbit hole appeared beside Cháng Yě's feet. In fact, many disciples of the Jie Sect are not aware of this. His rabbit hole is a kind of race divine ability. It slightly touches upon the way of space, and he specifically sought advice on this issue from Tōng Tiān Jiào Zhu, receiving some guidance, which allowed him to appear as if he was playing hide-and-seek on many occasions.
It was this technique that allowed him to betray Tōng Tiān in the original time-space and evade numerous attacks from his fellow sect members' treasures, thus escaping smoothly into the Buddhist sect.
It's still the same technique now.
"You old thief, where are you running?" As his figure was about to disappear, Xiǎo Wǔ released his palm and slapped at the direction in which he was disappearing with great force.
The shadow of the Chaos Bell quickly appeared, its attack with three tenths of its power not only disrupting Cháng Yě's escape underground but also inflicting a serious injury on this accompanying immortal.
Xiǎo Wǔ had been holding this powerful technique for the whole day, and it was not only able to heavily injure Cháng Yě but also shattered his Six Demons' Pennants.
The chaotic bell's indiscriminate nature, which doesn't distinguish between friend or foe, is beyond her control. Even Deng Chan Yu struggles to command it. However, after using it for many years, Deng Chan Yu has mastered some techniques. Before launching an attack, she first selects a small target. Then, the chaotic bell will strike everything around that target indiscriminately.
At this moment, Cháng Yě and the Six Ghost Flags were the target, and Nāzha and Shíjī were also swept up in the attack.
Shíjī's high resistance had no effect against the chaotic bell.
Nāzha understood the properties of the chaotic bell, where its power to suppress time and space had not yet faded. He woke up with gritted teeth before it was his turn to be suppressed. He didn't use any magical energy, relying solely on his physical strength. With both hands gripping the Fire Dragon Spear, he delivered a fierce thrust that pierced Cháng Yě Dìng Guāng Xiān's heart!
