Journey to the West: Characters from the Heavens

Over the Guanjiangkou of the human world, Sun Wukong and Yang Jian walked out of here, and then the space crack slowly recovered as before, closing the connection with the demon world, as if it had never been opened.

"Sun Wukong, you were anxious last time. This time, go to my mansion and have a good drink!" Yang Jian looked at Sun Wukong and sent an invitation, "It just happened to celebrate that you and me both broke through to the quasi-saint realm and completely escaped from the level of looking at people's faces!"

"Okay!" Sun Wukong's eyes lit up and he agreed with a smile.

At the banquet, Chen Yi's incarnation also appeared directly. Anyway, Yang Jian already knew his existence, so it would be a bit bad if he hid it.

"Hmm? No wonder Sun Wukong said that the strength of the Holy Monk is more than tens of millions of times than before. It turns out that it is true!" Yang Jian had only discovered Chen Yi before and did not pay too much attention to Chen Yi's strength. He said with a hint of emotion at this time.

"I really didn't expect that in just a few years, the Holy Monk went from being an immortal to this point now, which was far beyond Yang Jian's imagination!"

"Erlang Zhenjun is absurd!" Chen Yi smiled and shook his head, "It's still far behind the current strength of Erlang Zhenjun and Wukong!"

As the saying goes, people carry people in the flower sedan chair, and they praise each other, the three of them also drank a lot of wine. Just when the three were slightly drunk, Yang Jian lowered his voice and said, "Sun Wukong, the holy monk, the worries demon said something before..."

"What's the matter?" Sun Wukong and Chen Yi looked at each other, their eyes narrowed, and they asked at Yang Jian.

"I don't know. He didn't continue to talk halfway through his words." Yang Jian shook his head, "But it was because I said something that cannot be overcome in the bottom line of the human world that he mentioned the matter. What was blood? After that, I didn't say it. I was worried that someone wanted to be unfavorable to the human world!"

"What's blood?" Chen Yi frowned. Regarding blood, all he could think of was the ancestor of the River Styx and the god of killing Bai Qi in the Netherworld Blood Sea. After all, besides the ancestor of the River Styx, the only person Chen Yi knew was the only one who was related to blood.

"I, Old Sun, knows even less about the Three Realms." Sun Wukong shrugged, "Brother Yang Jian, do you have any other clues?"

"Well... he seemed to have looked at someone in the Demon Realm with some fear." Yang Jian said with some uncertainty, "I can't be sure, but in the Demon Realm, the one who can make the troubled demon afraid should be the Demon Lord Maru."

"Ba Xun?" Chen Yi's pupils shrank slightly. Bo Xun was actually the demon lord of the demon world. Chen Yi had never noticed this before, because Chen Yi remembered that in some settings, Bo Xun was the subordinate of the Ancestor of the Styx.

Although the world of Journey to the West is very big, it shouldn't be the same name when it reaches the level of quasi-saint or Daluo Golden Immortal.

Therefore, there are almost zero possibilities for two maras in this world of Journey to the West!

In other words, Maru is likely to be the subordinate of the Ancestor of the Styx, who was sent to the Demon Realm to proclaim himself the Demon Lord!

"It should be related to the Ancestor of the Styx!" Chen Yi clarified his mind and looked up at Yang Jian and Sun Wukong. "I have heard that the Ancestor of the Styx once created the Asura clan, and the demon king of the Asura clan is called Bo Xun!"

"Hmm?!" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Chen Yi seriously and asked, "What the Holy Monk said is true?"

"It should be that way!" Chen Yi nodded, "And, those related to blood, who can mention the relationship between these three realms and blood, except for the Ancestor of the Styx, has such qualifications? But what exactly should that Ancestor of the Styx do?"

"I don't know either, but what the Holy Monk said should be good." Yang Jian thought for a while, and had an answer in his heart, "In this way, I want to go to the Netherworld Blood Sea to take a look. I don't know how strong an old quasi-saint like the Ancestor of the Styx are!"

"I heard that no one in the three realms has ever been able to force the Ancestor of the Styx to use his full strength. I don't know how much power I can force him to use this time..."

"It's better to choose a day than to meet the day. Why not go with me, Old Sun, and you!" Sun Wukong's eyes lit up. He didn't have a good fight in the Demon Realm. He went to the Netherworld. Not only did he have a powerful opponent, but he could also let go of the fight. He was so happy!

"No." Chen Yi immediately rejected Sun Wukong's words, "Wukong, you can't fight in the underworld. Don't forget that there is a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the underworld. At that time, if Wukong, you will be known about the quasi-saint, it will be not good..."

"This..." Sun Wukong scratched his head anxiously for a moment, but he didn't know how to refute Chen Yi's words. Buddhism knew that Sun Wukong had broken through to the Daluo Golden Immortal, and it was still acceptable to him. After all, Sun Wukong was not far from the Daluo Golden Immortal.

However, if you know that Sun Wukong has broken through to the quasi-saint, then the entire Buddhist sect will probably be in trouble, and even the Buddha Tathagata may have done it himself!

"The Holy Monk is right. If too many people know that your travel team has the quasi-saint level combat power, it may cause more changes." Yang Jian looked at Sun Wukong with a smile on his face, looking very happy, "So, I can only go to the Netherworld Blood Sea to find out!"

"I, Lao Sun, also want to go and see, Lao Sun, promise not to do it!" Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at Chen Yi, looking pitiful, "Master, let Lao Sun, let me, Lao Sun, go and see!"

"Then you and my master and apprentice will become a piece of hair on Erlang Zhenjun." Chen Yi spread his hands helplessly and turned to Yang Jian, "I wonder if Erlang Zhenjun agrees?"

"Then come!" Yang Jian agreed with a smile, and then pointed it gently. Sun Wukong and Chen Yi did not resist, and turned into two hairs and floated on Yang Jian's head.

Next, Yang Jian left Guanjiangkou and entered the underworld along a dark aura. It was much easier than Chen Yi's search for the black bear spirit to find a way to enter the underworld.

"The breath here is really uncomfortable." Yang Jian's eyes opened between his eyebrows and found the direction of the Netherworld Blood Sea. "However, it is still much stronger than the Demon World."

"Quest Saint?" The powerful people in the underworld felt the unconcealed strange quasi-saint appearing in the underworld. They looked in the direction of Yang Jian in surprise. When they recognized Yang Jian's identity, the powerful people in the underworld looked surprised and seemed to be a little unbelievable.

"Erlang Shen?"

"Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun?"

"How is this possible? Didn't he break through to the Daluo Golden Immortal soon?"

"Oh! I am worthy of being the nephew of the Jade Emperor Great Heavenly Lord. I can't compare it, I can't compare it!"

Yang Jian felt a series of shocked gazes. He understood why Sun Wukong had to run to him after breaking through before. It turned out that this was how he felt like showing a saint in front of him!

However, Yang Jian quickly came to his senses, stepped out and appeared outside the Netherworld Blood Sea. There was also a monk here, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva whom Chen Yi just mentioned.

"I have seen Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva clasped his hands together at Yang Jian and gave a Buddhist ritual, "Congratulations to Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun for breaking through to the quasi-saint realm. I wonder what happened to Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun when he came to the underworld this time?"

"I have seen Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva." Yang Jian nodded, looked at the Netherworld Blood Sea in front of him and asked, "I don't know, what abnormal movements have happened in this Netherworld Blood Sea recently?"

"The Netherworld Blood Sea has always been abnormal and often flooding. I wonder what Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun said?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva frowned, and after thinking for a while, he asked in confusion.

"I don't know much, but I just vaguely feel that this Netherworld Blood Sea seems to have done something that harms the world!" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he deliberately tentatively.

"Hazard the world?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's eyes narrowed, and his eyes flashed and looked at the Netherworld Blood Sea, but was blocked by layers of blood-colored light curtains.

"Hmph!" A cold snorted sound, and then a man in a black robe appeared in front of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and Yang Jian. This person was the ancestor of the Styx.

"Erlang Shen? He has actually broken through to the quasi-saint? What a great fortune!" The ancestor of the Styx sneered and looked at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, "Dixin, is this your helper? He actually has the courage to peek at my Netherworld Blood Sea. Is it not enough lessons I have given you before?"

"I have the blessing of the highest god in the underworld, and you can't kill me even if you do." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was not afraid at all, but just shook his head calmly, "Styx, are you hiding in the Netherworld Blood Sea, what are you planning?"

"What are you planning?" The ancestor of the Styx looked silent, and a hint of disdain rose at the corner of his mouth. "Is it my plan? Is it your turn to take care of it? My Netherworld Blood Sea has been ruled by me since the beginning of the world. If you want to intervene in Buddhism, it is still far from it!"

"So, what about me?" Yang Jian stood up with a three-pointed two-edged sword, looked at the Ancestor of the Styx and asked in a deep voice, "Ancestor of the Styx, are you planning something that endangers the human world?"

"Just you two? It's not enough!" The ancestor of the Styx sneered, "Even if you Erlang Shen break through to the quasi-saint, you are just a junior. Even Dizang is not my opponent, let alone you?"

"Then try it!" Yang Jian, who had just broken through and suffered some injuries, naturally would not talk much nonsense. He waved the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand and pointed directly into the chest of the Ancestor Styx.

"A very good weapon, but it's so shallow to fight with me in the Netherworld Blood Sea!" A hint of mockery raised the corner of the mouth of the Ancestor Styx, and the endless blood sea suddenly surged.

This Netherworld Blood Sea was transformed from the navel after Pangu created the world. The blood waves rolled in this sea of ​​blood, fish and shrimps did not prosper, birds and insects did not arrive, and the evil spirits of heaven and earth gathered here.

In addition, over the endless years, all the blood after the battle between heaven and earth has flowed here, and the power gathered in the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood has completely exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

If the quasi-saint powers in these three realms are divided into levels, they can probably be divided into the early stage of quasi-saint, the middle stage of quasi-saint, the late stage of quasi-saint, the old quasi-saint, and the highest quasi-saint.

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong who had just broken through were undoubtedly at the early stage of the quasi-saint. The dead devil and the snake-turned-snake were also in this realm.

As for quasi-saints like Zhen Yuanzi and Bodhi Patriarch, they are old quasi-saints. The Ancestor of the Styx, leaving the Netherworld Blood Sea, is also an old quasi-saint, but in the Netherworld Blood Sea, he is the top quasi-saint!

Of course, such a division does not exist. The strength of the quasi-saints in the three realms is basically closely related to fame. The greater the fame, the stronger the strength.

Therefore, when Yang Jian waved the three-pointed two-edged sword and rushed towards the Ancestor of the Styx, the power of the Netherworld Blood Sea directly shook Yang Jian out.

"So strong!" Sun Wukong and Yang Jian's eyes were condensed. Just from the brief attack of the Ancestor of the Styx just now, they could know that although they had broken through to the quasi-saint, the gap with the Ancestor of the Styx was definitely no smaller than before the Breakthrough!