Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 454 - 227 Dead?

The Spider Demon stomped underfoot was now red-faced with rage, utterly humiliated by such a mana-less mortal. She would never be able to hold her head up high among her sisters again.

She let out an angry hiss, her entire face morphing into a massive spider visage, sharp fangs exposed with green poison dripping from them.

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As mana surged to flip the Monk stepping on her, she found herself flipping at thin air, the tremendous force striking nothing but air and causing her own body to topple over once again due to inertia.

At that moment, a monk's sandal was once again pressing down on her head. The Monk wore a look of terror, muttering nonstop, "How terrifying, how terrifying." Yet his feet did not move, and the dreadful demon remained squashed underfoot, unable to turn over.

"Sisters, be careful, there's something odd about this Monk," the Spider Demons also noticed the strangeness of the situation, each one warily eyeing the seemingly harmless Tang Monk, guessing at his motives.

"Who exactly are you, and what are you doing here in Coiling Silk Cave?" asked the eldest of the Spider Demons with a severe expression. She felt this Monk was out of the ordinary, and deep down, she even felt a faint sense of fear.

But Tang Monk merely smiled slightly and said, "This poor Monk is just an ordinary Monk, you see, two eyes and a mouth." He exaggeratedly pointed to his own face, and however you looked at it, his smile seemed somewhat beatable.

Even so, he easily dodged the attacks from the other Spider Demons.

This scene caused the demons' hearts to sink; they were all vexed that their combined assault on one person could be so effortlessly evaded, and suddenly, their ferocious nature burst forth, terrifying red glows flashing in their eyes.

At this moment, the seven originally lovely ladies each bore a massive spider head, creating an extremely eerie and frightening scene.

However, the Tang Monk encircled by them did not show a particularly scared expression; he continue to smile broadly.

"I'm not playing with you anymore," said Tang Monk softly. He then leapt up, preparing to leave the place, but the Spider Demons suddenly revealed their navels, from which white threads began to emerge, ensnaring the entire courtyard in no time.

"I'm doomed!" exclaimed Tang Monk suddenly, immediately closing his eyes and falling silent.

"What's going on?" The Spider Demons looked at the Monk wrapped in their midst with great surprise, able to sense that this odd Monk truly had become silent, as if he had died.

"Dead?" A Spider Demon incredulously probed the breath from Tang Monk's nose.

"He's really dead." She couldn't believe it, but the Monk before her was indeed not breathing.

Meanwhile, not far from the courtyard, Bajie, who had been resting on the ground, suddenly leaped up and, staring at the courtyard now shrouded in white, opened his mouth wide, "The master is really unlucky, to stumble into a demon's nest like that."

Having said this, he suddenly recalled that this was not the first time; in this regard, Tang Monk seemed to have a special talent for precisely walking into the dens of demons.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and save the master," Monkey shouted loudly, and no sooner had the voice fallen than he bolted off.

At this time, Lu Yu was leisurely savoring tea in Bilam Po's cave.

"This old body is indebted to the Tea Saint this time," Bilam Po said with a smile, sitting opposite Lu Yu.

After all, Lu Yu was in the right when it came to demon removal. If he wished, he could have immediately eliminated the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes, but this trial was precisely the opportunity Bilam Po had been waiting for. She had set her sights on this place for more than a day or two, and if Lu Yu disrupted it, the merit would be hard to fall into her hands, hence her comment.

Lu Yu's eyes lifted slightly as he spoke softly, "It's only a matter of days; I can wait. However, the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes and I are entwined in fate, and I must settle it with him."

Bilam Po sighed faintly and replied, "As a monk, I hold cause and effect in the highest regard. Since the Tea Saint is so inclined, I do not wish to be such an unwelcome guest."

However, deep down, she still sighed slightly. She had planned to take the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes under her command; after all, as a being of another race who had received favor, she did not hold deep feelings for the human race. Therefore, she could overlook the wronged souls under the Demon Lord's hand.

But as a Human Sage, Lu Yu naturally couldn't do the same. Having seen the situation, he had to resolve the cause and effect.

Seeing Bilam Po's agreement, Lu Yu also quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Unless absolutely necessary, he truly did not want to make an enemy of the figure before him, especially since she had the backing of the Lord of the Morning Sun.

With the two reaching an understanding, both host and guest were duly pleased.

Meanwhile, in the Coiling Silk Cave, Wukong demonstrated his divine power, pulling out his hair to use the technique of creating clones outside his body. Countless monkeys moved to eradicate swarms of poisonous insects that had swarmed them.

Only a few Spider Demons were nowhere to be seen. The group hurriedly moved to the backyard and indeed found the Tang Monk still suspended mid-air, wrapped into a large cocoon.

"Terrible news, Master has no breath left!" Bajie noticed the Tang Monk's abnormal state at a glance. By then, the Monk had already lost all signs of life, his complexion turning an ashen blue.

Upon hearing this, the Sand Monk rushed forward, his fingers lightly touching beneath the Tang Monk's nose. The shock made his soul scatter in terror, his face turning an iron blue. For a moment, he was at a complete loss, not knowing what to do.

By this time, Wukong had dealt with the vast number of poisonous insects and strolled over, only to find his two disciples standing there, stupefied and senseless, their eyes vacant. Following their gaze, Wukong also saw the Tang Monk's condition.

His heart felt as if it were being pounded by drums and gongs. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief before activating his Brass Eye. The Monk before him was indeed a corpse. The sudden turn of events left him stunned on the spot, and even with his history of upheaval in heaven, he was shocked.

"How is this possible!" A voice roared inside Wukong's mind. The importance of the Tang Monk was known to all three realms; how could he just die here so easily.

"Where is the protector Garuda?" Wukong's eyes turned bloodshot as he yelled to the heavens.

Suddenly, divine light shone brightly above, and Garuda along with his heavenly retinue appeared in the sky, bowing to Wukong and saying, "We have seen the Great Saint. We wonder what the Great Saint requires of us."

Wukong did not speak; he held the Jingu Bang, tightening and then loosening his grip repeatedly, a sight that made the Divine Spirits' hearts thump, uncertain of what was troubling the Great Sage Equalling Heaven.

"Heavens!" Suddenly someone exclaimed in shock, the voice filled with disbelief and despair.

Everyone saw the protector Garuda pointing in the direction where the Tang Monk lay, his hands shaking as if he had seen something horrifying. They all turned their eyes that way, and instantly, everyone's faces froze, with only one thought in their hearts: "The sky is falling!"