Yellow Flower Temple.
The winds and clouds shifted, and the skies filled with countless wonders.
All kinds of strange phenomena appeared in the sky. Demonic Energy blotted out the sun, Demonic Dao Aura shrouded the heavens, and the Law of Burial tore through the dimensional void.
"Wukong, let's beat him up!"
Tang Sanzang rubbed his hands together eagerly. The Nine-Ringed Monk's Staff in his hand rang out, and the Brocade Cassock shimmered with five-colored light.
A vast phantom coffin towered above his head. It was Tang Sanzang's true form: the Funeral Dao Profound Coffin.
Though his roots and foundation had been shaped after birth, they were exceptionally well suited to his Dao. As a result, Tang Sanzang's true form wielded far greater power than Ancient Buddha Burning Lamp's once had.
"Master, get him!"
Sun Wukong was a man of few words and fierce action. He raised the Ruyi Jingu Bang and swept it across the battlefield, obliterating the endless void.
The Law of Chaotic Dao and the Law of Battle surged forth, crashing down on the Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit.
"Holy crap?"
"You're ganging up on me? If I can't beat you, can't I at least run?"
The Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit spat blood, then immediately took off his Daoist robe. Thousands of eerie giant eyes were revealed beneath his arms.
The sight was horrifying and disgusting!
"Demon, don't run!"
Tang Sanzang's gaze turned stern. He yanked off his Brocade Kasaya and gave the Thousand-Eyed Centipede no chance to use his divine powers, binding his body with it.
In an instant!
The Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit could no longer activate the eerie eyes beneath his arms, and seven-tenths of his Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal power was gone.
"I still have my sword!"
"Kill them!"
The Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit was out of options.