As soon as Patriarch Bodhi finished speaking, he moved his hands and the sound of wind and thunder was heard.
For a moment, the entire secret realm was filled with strong winds, the earth was shaking, and a gully appeared between its feet, which continued to split to both sides, extending to the feet of the Golden-Winged Roc.
The monsters were shocked when they saw this, and were all terrified.
The Golden Winged Peng sneered and stamped his feet fiercely. The ground in front of him suddenly sank three feet, blocking the extended crack. He said:
"Master Bodhi, it's already this late, don't make these deliberate threats. Your injuries can't be faked, why bother pretending?"
“I will sacrifice my life to kill you… It may be difficult, but any of the others won’t be a problem. However, you don’t care about their lives, so I have to fight you. How about it in exchange for your great avenue being cut off?” Patriarch Bodhi smiled calmly, as if he was discussing a trivial business with someone.
Upon hearing this, the Golden-Winged Peng's expression slightly condensed, and he began to think seriously about it.
"Okay, I can let the others go, but in addition to what I said before, you have to hand over the map of mountains, rivers, and the country first." After a moment, he spoke.
Shen Luo frowned slightly when he heard this.
A strange look flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes as he looked towards Patriarch Bodhi.
“Haha, you guys, I really don’t know whether your purpose is the Well of Gods and Demons, or the Map of Mountains, Rivers and the State? It’s a pity that I can’t give you this thing even if I die.” Upon hearing this, Patriarch Bodhi smiled and said slowly.
"Then there's nothing more to say. Let's each use our own methods." The Golden-Winged Peng's face darkened and he said no more.
After saying that, he leaped high into the air and spread his wings suddenly behind him. His two wings covered the sky and cast two huge shadows. An extremely powerful oppressive force suddenly poured down from above.
Shen Luo could visibly see with his own eyes that the void was distorting, as if the sky was being squeezed down. The overwhelming force made almost all of them feel their chests suffocated, their heads buzzing, and they involuntarily hunched over.
The power of the Golden-Winged Roc was clearly revealed at this moment.
Shen Luo raised his head with difficulty and looked at the figure hanging in the air. There was no anger in his eyes, only unwillingness.
Since returning to the present world, he has overcome all kinds of difficulties and practiced more diligently than before, all in order to improve his cultivation as quickly as possible so that he can have the strength to fight against powerful enemies. However, some gaps cannot be made up by hard work alone.
He felt as if there were mountains pressing down on him, and his knees were so heavy that he almost fell down.
"No... I won't give in!" Shen Luo's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted loudly.
The Xuan Yang Demon Transformation Secret Art in his body was running wildly. He no longer cared whether the yin and yang were balanced, nor did he care whether he would be completely transformed into a demon. The scales on his body stretched out like breathing, and murderous aura rose from the left half of his demon body. A tremendous force began to emerge in his body.
On the left corner of his forehead, the hideous devil horn began to grow again, extending more than three inches, and the reddish vertical mark on his forehead was getting darker in color, and his skin and flesh were gradually splitting.
“Cousin…” Nie Caizhu was shocked when she saw this and said with a dry throat.