Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Tang Sanzang turned his head to look at him, "Did you call me?"

Whoosh!

The Jade Clean Bottle erupted again with a terrifying suction trying to pull Tang Sanzang away.

However, much to their despair, Tang Sanzang stood immovable like a towering mountain, unmoved by the Jade Clean Bottle's effort to suck him in.

Tang Sanzang sneered again, "It can't even move a single hair of mine, and you call this a Spiritual Treasure?"

As he spoke, the drunken Tang Sanzang seemed to realize something, touched his bald head, and suddenly became furious, his face contorted with anger, "Where is my hair? Where is my hair!!!"

Seeing Tang Sanzang about to explode, Jinjiao Dijun quickly shouted, "Your lack of hair has nothing to do with us, you were already bald when you arrived, don't look at us!"

This shout inadvertently drew Tang Sanzang's attention over...

Seeing Tang Sanzang looking over, Jinjiao Dijun and Yinjiao Dijun almost collapsed, and with the Innate Spiritual Treasure ineffective, how could they continue the battle?

Although the Purple Gold Gourd and the Jade Clean Bottle were only the lowest grade of low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, they shouldn't be this powerless, right?

"What... What kind of monster is this?"

But what drove the two into an even greater despair was that Tang Sanzang heard what they were thinking, his face becoming even more ferocious, "Monster? I don't even have hair, and you dare mock me? Take this!"

Boom!

A massive fist filled the entire cave, and the Fist Power rolled forward until it reached Yinjiao, who screamed and swung his sword...

Crack… Bang!

The Seven Star Sword shattered instantly!

Jinjiao Dijun swung his fan again, but it was no use, the flames barely left the fan when they were blown out, and then the banana fan exploded right there.

Before they could react, they were blasted out by this punch, blood spraying wildly in the air, their spirits trembling as two Spirit Talismans flew out and exploded into a cloud of ash in the sky...

Those were two Substitute Death Talismans that blocked this fatal strike at the critical moment.

Seeing that the two had not died, Tang Sanzang's eyebrows raised, and he punched towards them in the air, "Die!"

Boom!

An even more terrifying Fist Power surged heavenward!

This punch, unlike during Tang Sanzang's sober moments when his Fist Power would only evolve into a fist, now transformed into a gigantic arm, a punch that reached the heavens, terrifyingly boundless!

Seeing this, Jinjiao and Yinjiao Dijun were scared witless and were then struck by the Fist Power, turning to ash.

However, in the instant they turned to ash, two tiny figures wrapped in a yellow talisman shot out from their demon bodies, heading straight up to the sky, directly to the Heavenly Court...

Tang Sanzang snorted coldly, "The Primordial Spirit still wants to escape?"

In that instant, Tang Sanzang's body burst with a terrifyingly unparalleled power, different from the mobilization of vital energy, but a black lightning so dark it flickered as if shafts of the Grim Reaper's light, chilling all who saw it!

Even the void began to crack... Experience tales at empire

This was the first time Zhu Ganglie had seen Tang Sanzang unleash such power, and he exclaimed in his heart, "It's over, this has gone too far!"

Just as Tang Sanzang was about to make his move, a gust of wind blew past and Tang Sanzang yawned...

Then with a thud, he lay on the ground, motionless.

At that moment, the demons who had escaped death and Zhu Ganglie exclaimed in unison:

"Whew... he's finally sober."

Just then, everyone abruptly shivered and came to their senses, Jingui urgently shouted, "Quick, pack up everything, the liquor pot, the liquor cups, and also the liquor jar. Throw away that pot soaked in liquor far away!"

A group of minor demons crazily started to clean up the battlefield.

For the first time, they were not running for their lives or scavenging treasures from enemies, but they were eagerly searching for anything potentially related to alcohol!

Anything related to alcohol, whether it be cups, jugs, or pots, was all thrown away!

Zhu Ganglie was not idle either, "Let me go, hurry up! When my master wakes up and sees you tying me up like this, beware he might get furious!"

The minor demons were already terrified by Tang Sanzang and now with both the Gold and Silver Demon Kings dead, they didn't dare to trouble Zhu Ganglie anymore and quickly untied him.

Smart Bug also hurriedly released Sun Wukong, then a group of minor demons knelt on the ground and begged for mercy as if they were smashing garlic with their heads.

Sun Wukong laughed, "You little demons, stop knocking your heads. You seem to have very little karma on you, I won't make it difficult for you. Whether you live or die is not up to me to decide, it's up to my master."

Having said that, the group of minor demons collectively looked toward Tang Sanzang, who was still sound asleep.

Speaking of coincidences, just as they looked over, Tang Sanzang woke up.

Having only drank a drop, he woke up rather quickly.

Tang Sanzang looked at the numerous small demons, "What are you looking at? Where's the alcohol? I remember there was alcohol here!"

Upon hearing about alcohol, not just the small demons, even Sun Wukong shivered and quickly said, "Master, you must have remembered wrong, where would there be alcohol in this poor, remote cave? Don't believe me, check for yourself..."

Tang Sanzang indeed got up and started looking for wine, but after searching the entire cave, he found not a drop of alcohol and ultimately collapsed to the ground in frustration, "Was I dreaming?"

The surrounding minor demons and Sun Wukong all nodded simultaneously, indicating, you were indeed dreaming!

Tang Sanzang was somewhat depressed, and just then, Sha Wujing arrived with the White Dragon Horse.

As soon as he entered, the White Dragon Horse shouted, "Master, I picked up a big iron pot when I went up the mountain, now we have two pots to cook with!"

A gust of wind blew over that iron pot, carrying a rich aroma of wine along with it...

At that moment, it seemed as if time stood still for everyone.

The next moment, Sun Wukong cursed aloud, "Little White, you scoundrel! Run!"

Almost simultaneously, Tang Sanzang snatched the pot, smelled the aroma of wine on it, his eyes gradually turned red, and finally, he stuck out his tongue and licked it...

Tang Sanzang's expression gradually grew fierce as he said, word by word:

"Disciples, what are you running for? Stand still, let your master practice some punches!"

Boom!

A punch blasted open the Lotus Cave and headed straight to the West.

Sun Wukong, holding Sha Wujing in one hand and Zhu Ganglie in the other, took off and ran wildly.

The White Dragon Horse, that sneaky creature, did not travel with Sun Wukong but took a different direction, its speed almost as fast as Sun Wukong's... Clearly, along its journey, it had practiced nothing but fleeing!

Sun Wukong, seeing a bald person leaping up and following them and seeing Tang Sanzang catching up, had their hairs explode and screamed, "Master, it's us, your own people!"

Tang Sanzang was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes rolled back and he fell down with a thump, then plunged headfirst into the ground...

After a while, Tang Sanzang pulled himself out, muttering, "How did I end up here? Where's my pot?"

Tang Sanzang looked around and mumbled, "Did I... dream again?"

Seeing Tang Sanzang had regained consciousness, Sun Wukong and the others ran back, and upon hearing this, they nodded repeatedly, "Master, you seemed to have had another nightmare just now. So, shall we continue heading west?"

...

Meanwhile, Tang Sanzang, with his muscles straining against his kasaya, finally arrived in a large human city.