บท 133: Chapter 133: One Rake Forms Heaven, Three Rakes Create Blessed Land!

With a naive smile on his face, Zhu Ganglie, who was carrying the spiked rake, conjured up a fierce demonic wind as he arrived in front of the courtyard.

"Congratulations, Daoist Friend Xuanqing, on embarking on the Road to Fairyland. I, Old Zhu, have no other gifts to offer you than these few rakes!"

As his words fell.

Under the astonished gaze of the immortals present.

"First rake, birth of all things!"

The nine-tooth rake in Zhu Ganglie's hand rapidly grew larger, eventually turning into a hundreds-of-feet-long rake, which he swung towards Black Wind Mountain.

Upon witnessing this scene.

"King Ganglie, you dare to cause trouble on Black Wind Mountain! I, Old Black, will fight you to the death!" cried the Black Bear Essence, his eyes red with anger.

He jumped forward with a single leap, intending to fight Zhu Ganglie to the death, but was stopped in his tracks.

"You foolish brute, stand still!"