Yang Jian's face froze, he turned his head with difficulty, only to see Chi You's body split in two, his whole body entangled in demonic energy. The black demonic patterns on his body were glowing with golden light, and the layers of flesh on both sides were connected like a spider web, rapidly squirming and sticking together.
After a short while, Chiyou returned to his original state.
Yang Jian was already in despair; the gap between them and this ancient immortal god of war was simply too huge to be overcome.
Chi You did not have too many ups and downs in his heart. He had seen too many powerful enemies in his past years of war. Those who had been defeated by him and those who had defeated him were now all gone.
"You will all eventually become dust under the wheels of history..."
After saying this, he raised his battle axe and chopped down at Yang Jian and Shen Luo.
It seemed that no one in the world could stop him at all.
“Amitabha…”
At this moment, a Buddhist chanting sounded, seeming to be very close, yet also far away in the horizon.
When Chi You heard the Buddhist chanting, the hand that was swinging the giant axe stopped in mid-air and looked far away in a certain direction.
At the foot of a lush mountain, under an old locust tree with lush branches and leaves, stood a low thatched house. At this moment, the smoke from the cooking stove was rising, adding a bit of worldly flavor to this beautiful place with mountains and rivers.
A young monk dressed in a moon-white robe, holding a nine-ring staff in one hand and a purple gold bowl in the other, walked out slowly and looked at Chi You with a kind expression.
The two were clearly thousands of miles apart, but they seemed to be looking at each other through the endless void.
"Golden Cicada..." Chi You vaguely remembered the aura of this young monk.
"My Buddhist name is Xuanzang, and I have been waiting for the donor for a long time." A smile appeared on the young monk's face. He walked with a staff and a begging bowl. With one step, he could reach hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.
At the same time, a continuous mountain range far to the east, with its strange and winding terrain, looked like a person lying on his side with his elbows supported, and suddenly exploded with a burst of golden light.
On the broken rocks in the center of the mountain range, a hairy-faced monkey wearing an ochre-yellow robe and a tiger-skin skirt stretched lazily, rolled on the ground, and directly turned over and flew into the clouds.
He blinked his lively eyes a few times, and then he slung a golden long stick across his shoulder, riding the clouds and rushing towards this side, shouting loudly: "Idiot, are you still sleeping?"
As the words fell, tens of thousands of miles to the south, in a scorching desert, there was a green melon field. A fat old farmer was lying on a rocking chair under a pergola beside the field, holding a piece of sweet watermelon in one hand and a palm-leaf fan covering his face with the other. He sat up abruptly as if he was suddenly awakened.
The old farmer threw down his palm-leaf fan, took a bite of the watermelon in his hand, and threw it aside.
"Oh, I have to get up and work..."
He muttered something, walked out of the shed, picked up the iron rake leaning against the pillar, and his body suddenly grew ten thousand times larger. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white fangs.
"Ah..."
A dragon's roar sounded from the west. In an inconspicuous stream, the waves rolled like the raging sea. A long snow-white dragon rose into the sky, turned into a giant thousands of feet long, wrapped in clouds and mist, and rushed straight towards Chi You.